Playing mahjong and having sex with married women

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. Today is Friday. Mrs. Ma had a quick lunch and started doing housework. At 2 pm, the phone rang. "Hello, is this Mrs. Ma? This is Mrs. Lin. Are you free to play mahjong this afternoon? We need one more player." "Oh, hello Mrs. Lin. No problem. I'll be at your house in fifteen minutes." Mrs. Ma hurriedly packed her things and left. On the way, she told herself, "Today I must win back the five thousand yuan I lost yesterday." When
she entered Mrs. Lin's house, the mahjong table was already set up. Her old rivals were already seated: Old Chen, 61 years old, recently retired, dark-skinned, thin, used to be a construction worker. His wife passed away two years ago, and he now lives alone. Old Li, 62 years old, also retired. He weighs 190 pounds, bald, with a bulbous nose that looks terrible. Old Li has a wife in her fifties in the countryside, but he thinks she's too rustic and wouldn't be able to handle a big occasion. Mrs. Lin and Mrs. Ma are 37 years old this year, a typical housewife in the housing estate. She has short, curly hair, a slightly plump figure, and fair, delicate skin. Mr. Lin is a seaman, sometimes at sea for one or two weeks at a time. Mrs. Lin spends her time playing mahjong and getting beauty treatments. She's always dressed up extravagantly, and no one knows where her money comes from. Mrs. Ma and Mrs. Lin are known as the "Housing Estate's Two Beauties" by the lecherous men in the estate; one is tall and slender with a sophisticated appearance, the other petite and exquisite.
The mahjong game begins, and Mrs. Ma's luck is pretty good today, winning over two thousand after four rounds. After four rounds, everyone chooses new seats and begins a new round of competition. Mrs. Ma thinks that winning another three thousand will allow her to go home. But fate seems to be playing tricks on her; the situation reverses in these four rounds, and she loses all two thousand, even incurring a loss of two thousand. In the last hand of the four rounds, Mrs. Ma has a pure suit of bamboo, calling for "six and nine of bamboo." Her heart is pounding, and her palms are sweating. Thinking she'd managed to draw this hand, she considered it a draw for the day. When it was Ma Tai's turn to draw, that feeling of suspense rushed to her head. She drew a tile of the bamboo suit, and Ma Tai was overjoyed, her heart pounding. But when she looked at her hand, it was just another one of bamboo.
Disappointed, she didn't think much of it and casually threw it away. "You won!" came Old Chen's voice. Ma Tai hadn't yet recovered from the excitement of drawing the tile. After seeing Old Chen's hand, she felt a jolt in the back of her head—Thirteen Orphans. The game was over, and they tallied the chips. Ma Tai had lost two thousand seven hundred, Lin Tai had lost over a thousand, Old Li had tied, and Old Chen had won over three thousand.
Ma Tai took out her wallet from her handbag; she knew she only had a little over a thousand in it. She had originally planned to do everything in her power to win back the five thousand she had lost earlier. Mrs. Ma placed 1,000 yuan on the mahjong table. "Oh, I didn't bring that much cash today. Here, Lao Chen, you take this first, we'll write an IOU and pay you back tomorrow." Lao Chen accepted the money from Mrs. Lin, frowned, and took out the 3,000 yuan IOU that Mrs. Ma had written earlier from his wallet. "Mrs. Ma, we're friends, but even close brothers should keep clear accounts. This debt keeps piling up, it's not a good thing. How about you talk to your husband and pay me back first?"
Mrs. Ma felt a chill run down her spine. She thought, "My husband has always been against me gambling, and he hates it when she's with Mrs. Lin, saying she's not proper. If he finds out, we'll definitely argue. Besides, my husband has been very troubled by business lately." As Mrs. Ma was thinking, Lao Chen reminded her again, "How about I talk to your husband?" Mrs. Ma stood up, took Mrs. Lin's hand, and went into the room. "Mrs. Lin, could you lend me four thousand five hundred? I'll pay you back next month." "Mrs. Ma, it's not that I don't want to help you, but I'm short on cash myself. Maybe you could try talking to some other relatives or friends?" Mrs. Ma bit her lip, racking her brain for a list of relatives and friends.
Suddenly, a sly smile appeared on Mrs. Lin's face. "I've got it!" Mrs. Ma eagerly pressed, "What's the method? Tell me quickly!" Mrs. Lin's face held a hint of mystery. "Then you'll have to suffer a little." Mrs. Ma pressed, "Tell me quickly." "Old Chen keeps telling me he really likes you. Maybe I can talk to him, and you two can get together, and then your debt to him will be settled."
Mrs. Ma instinctively replied, "How can that be? I'm married, and I'm Xiao Gang's mother!" Mrs. Lin responded, "What era are we living in? What's this talk of chastity? Let me tell you a secret. Old Chen and Old Li both have something going on. Our husbands are often at sea, and I need things sometimes." My husband bought me a vibrator, but it gets weak after a while. Old Chen and Old Li are normal men, with normal male needs. When they're with me, they're incredibly enthusiastic and attentive. They even lick my genitals—my husband never provides that kind of service. Once, they were really naughty; they got together and had sex with me. At first, I wasn't used to it, but I got used to it later. It was the most pleasurable experience of my life. I orgasmed seven or eight times. "Mrs. Lin was still talking animatedly.
Mrs. Ma, however, was struggling with her thoughts. 'No wonder my husband didn't want me to get too close to Mrs. Lin; now he's made a huge mistake. Zheng Hui, how can you do this to Jianxiong?' But listening to Mrs. Lin's vivid descriptions, her genitals reacted, secreting lubrication. Instinctively, she tightened her legs, thinking, 'It's just spreading my legs, letting someone press down on me, right? Half an hour later...' All my worries would be gone. I'll just never see Old Chen again, and that'll be it." "Mrs. Lin spoke up again," she said. "She's not a virgin. These days, high-class nightclub girls only get two thousand a time, and those pretty girls in their twenties are prettier than us. You're charging over four thousand, which is twice what they make. Okay! Enough said. Old Chen might not agree yet. I'll go ask him first." She then left the room. Mrs. Ma bit her lip, still deep in thought.
Soon the door opened, and Mrs. Lin walked in with a beaming smile. "I'll handle it. I'll take care of it. Old Chen said he'll cover all the seven thousand you lost. See how good he is to you? That's the price you get for dating a minor celebrity. He said you have to go home and cook today, and tomorrow at three o'clock, you can come to his house and have some fun. He'll make sure you're home before five. To be honest, Old Chen's thing is amazing. Try it once, and you'll be addicted." "She said, taking Ma Tai's hand and pulling her out of the room. Ma Tai, head down and biting her lower lip, followed Lin Tai into the hall, like a traditional girl meeting a boy for the first time, with Lin Tai acting as the matchmaker. Old Chen and Old Li sat in chairs, smiling maliciously. The atmosphere was a bit awkward, but Lin Tai broke the silence with a smile, "Alright, that's it for today. Ma Tai will come to your place at three o'clock tomorrow. Old Chen, you'd better treat Ma Tai well." She looked like a nightclub madam, and after saying that, she took Ma Tai's hand and saw her out.
Lin Tai swayed her hips back into the hall, where Old Chen and Old Li were smoking. Old Li spoke up, "Old Chen, you're really lucky. In the end, Ma Tai still couldn't escape your clutches. But seven thousand dollars is really expensive; in Mong Kok, that's enough for me to have dozens of sex sessions. I say, Lin Tai, you're really willing to give up Old Chen and share him with someone else. I think you're really bad; it's one thing to be depraved yourself, but you also harm an innocent woman." Women, watching others fall into depravity is more exciting than sharing a man with someone. "Old Chen interjected with a laugh, "Seven thousand or so, worth it! A thousand pounds can't buy what the heart desires! But I'm a little surprised that Mrs. Lin is willing to part with me. Is she tired of me and wants to dump me?" Mrs. Lin spoke up in a coquettish voice, "You guys are so mean! Old Chen, haven't you been nagging about wanting to be with Mrs. Ma? Isn't this fulfilling your wish? It's like a dog biting Lü Dongbin, not appreciating a kind heart. Besides, asking a little woman like me to deal with three grown men is really a bit much. My husband wants it almost every night when he gets home, and your sex drives are so strong, it's either you or him every two days. Sometimes I serve my husband at night, and then I have to sneak out to serve you during the day. My little sister needs a rest too!" "She pouted and tilted her head back like a young girl.
Old Li stood up, stroked Lin Tai's hair, and half-pushed, half-pulled her to sit on a chair. Old Li unzipped his pants, took out his already erect penis with his left hand, and brought it closer to Lin Tai's mouth. With his right hand, he pressed Lin Tai's head down. Lin Tai still pouted and shook her head, trying to get rid of Old Li's right hand. When Old Li encountered resistance, he increased the pressure of his right hand. Lin Tai's lips touched Old Li's glans, which still smelled of urine, and she reluctantly opened her mouth to take in Old Li's penis. Old Li tilted his head back and gasped, making sounds of enjoyment, "Mmm! Mmm!" He pressed Lin Tai's head down with both hands, rhythmically moving it up and down. Lin Tai closed her eyes at this moment, seemingly enjoying herself as she swallowed and released Old Li's penis, also making sounds of "Mmm! Mmm!"."
Old Chen swallowed hard, watching the live sex show unfold before him; his own penis began to harden. Old Li suddenly pulled Lin Tai up and pushed her towards the mahjong table. Lin Tai, lying on the table, half-closed her eyes and lowered her head, preparing to endure the enemy's torture. Old Li, his penis fully erect, lifted Lin Tai's skirt and pulled down her panties. The panties slowly fell to the ground along her thighs. Lin Tai gently lifted her right leg, the panties hanging on her left. Old Li moved his legs forward, squeezing between Lin Tai's legs. Lin Tai instinctively spread her legs slightly. Old Li, holding the base of his penis in his right hand, aimed it at Lin Tai's labia majora and minora. When the glans touched her labia, Lin Tai's whole body trembled.
Old Li, gripping his erect, veiny penis, rubbed the glans against her vulva a few times, then thrust his hips forward recklessly. At this moment, Lin Tai also suddenly tilted her head back, letting out a cry as she accepted Old Li's sudden thrust. Old Li began his piston-like thrusting motion. Lin Tai, supporting herself on her elbows, lowered her head, biting her lower lip, her body swaying back and forth in rhythm with Old Li. With each thrust, Lin Tai made a soft "hmm" sound, her eye muscles tensing, it was hard to tell if she was enjoying it or in pain. Old Chen stood up and pulled Lin Tai's tight-fitting t-shirt and bra over her head, pulling them off. Lin Tai moved her elbows in coordination, while also following Old Li's movements. Old Chen reached out and touched Lin Tai's swaying 36-inch breasts, his fingertips teasing her nipples. Lin Tai tilted her head back, swaying her shoulders to avoid Old Chen's teasing. Old Chen also pulled down his pants, revealing his prized 9-inch penis, and pulled Lin Tai's shoulders to the right, away from the mahjong table. Old Li and Lin Tai moved to the right in unison, but the thrusting continued. Old Chen brought his penis close to Lin Tai's mouth, and Lin Tai grasped his penis with her right hand, opening her mouth to take in the glans. Lin Tai, bent over, pressed her lower mouth against Lao Li's thrusts, while her upper mouth met Lao Chen's attack, involuntarily letting out soft moans. Perhaps stimulated by the sight of Lin Tai performing oral sex on Lao Chen, Lao Li, holding Lin Tai's plump, white buttocks, quickened his piston-like movements. Suddenly, Lao Li roared and violently swayed Lin Tai back and forth. Lin Tai, realizing that Lao Li was about to launch his final "cruise missile," spat out the penis from her mouth, but still tightly gripped Lao Chen's penis with her right hand for balance, tilting her head back and swaying it up and down, her nostrils flaring as she forcefully inhaled the surrounding air, her mouth wide open while loudly emitting "ah ah" sounds to encourage Lao Li's advance. Lao Li tensed his leg muscles, and the sperm in his testicles shot out like bullets from his urethra, entering Lin Tai's uterus. Lin Tai felt the viscous semen enter her, and at the same time, her uterus contracted, reaching orgasm. Old Li waited until Lin Tai's uterus contracted, squeezing out the last drop of semen from the muzzle, and slowly pulled out his penis, which was covered in vaginal fluid. Old Li slumped in the chair, catching his breath. After Lin Tai came to her senses, she squatted down and put Old Chen's penis into her mouth again, swallowing and spitting out Old Li's semen slowly dripping from her vagina. Old Chen stroked Lin Tai's curvaceous hair with his right hand and said, "How was it, Old Li? Did you have an orgasm?" Lin Tai nodded and responded with a satisfied smile. "Mrs. Lin, I think we should call it a day. I'm reluctant to give up your oral skills, but I need to save some for tomorrow's Madam." Mrs. Lin pretended to be angry, spitting out Old Chen's penis and said fiercely, "You men are all bastards, every one of you is fickle. From now on, don't even think about fucking me again!" After saying that, she went to the toilet to shower, but a wicked smile appeared on her lips as she thought, "Ma Jianxiong, you've finally met your match, daring to not even glance at me. Let's see how your wife will be played with tomorrow!
" As Mrs. Ma walked home from Mrs. Lin's house, her mind went blank, two images flashing repeatedly in her head. Old Chen, his penis erect, thrusting in and out of her; her husband cursing her harshly for associating with someone like Mrs. Lin, threatening divorce. "No, I can't get a divorce," Mrs. Ma told herself. Back home, she quickly cooked a few dishes and ate dinner with Xiao Gang. Xiao Gang noticed his mother seemed a little distracted and asked, "Mom, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?" "I'm fine," Mrs. Ma avoided Xiao Gang's gaze.
After dinner, Xiao Gang went to his room to do his homework for his college entrance exams. Mrs. Ma watched TV for a while when the phone rang. A familiar voice came through the receiver—it was Jianxiong. "Xiao Hui, I don't know if it's just bad luck lately, but that customer in Guangzhou says the goods we just delivered have quality problems and they refuse to pay. I'm still in Guangzhou discussing how to resolve the issue. I probably won't be back for the next couple of days." "Oh," Mrs. Ma had intended to tell her husband about what happened that day, but before she could speak, she heard Jianxiong's news, and swallowed her words. "Then be careful." "Jianxiong has already hung up.
Ma Tai, still holding the microphone, gritted her teeth." She couldn't add to Jianxiong's worries. Ma Tai tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, thinking about how to deal with tomorrow. She drifted off to sleep, dreaming of Old Chen and Old Li, one in front and one behind, having sex with Lin Tai. Lin Tai was kneeling on the ground, seemingly enjoying Old Li's penis in her mouth, while Old Chen was doing the "old man pushing the cart" (a euphemism for sexual activity). Suddenly, Old Chen and Old Li turned to look at her, their faces bearing knowing, lewd smiles.
It was almost three in the afternoon when Ma Tai, with heavy steps, arrived at Old Chen's door and rang the doorbell with trembling hands. Old Chen opened the door, shirtless, wearing shorts and slippers. His dark skin, like that of a construction worker, was unusually rough from sun and rain. "Ma Tai, you're really punctual." "Come in," Mrs. Ma said, dragging her legs like a prisoner on her way to execution. Old Chen smiled broadly. "Mrs. Ma, you look a little tired. Didn't you sleep well last night?" Old Chen's smile was exactly the same as the one Mrs. Ma had dreamt of the night before. "But Mrs. Ma, you're still as feminine as ever, still so beautiful." He reached for Mrs. Ma's hair with his right hand. Mrs. Ma avoided his gaze.
"Come, sit down." Old Chen lived in a bachelor apartment; his 300-square-foot (30-square-meter) room contained only a large bed, a television, and a dining table. The kitchen and toilet were combined. Old Chen made Mrs. Ma sit on the edge of the bed. "Mrs. Ma, please don't mind the small space. Come, watch some TV. I'll get you some tea." "Saying this, he pressed the remote and went to the kitchen. A series of moaning sounds came from the television, and the screen showed a blonde woman in black stockings, garter belts, and high heels sitting on a black man's lap, legs spread wide, having sex. Just then, Old Chen appeared next to Ma Tai with a cup of tea. As Ma Tai took the tea, she noticed that Old Chen's crotch seemed to be bulging like a small tent.
Ma Tai looked away from the screen and gazed out the window, muttering, 'Old Chen, you're such a pervert, how can you watch this kind of TV? Sigh, a bachelor has needs too, not watching porn and masturbating. How can you live like this!' As he spoke, his hand reached over and stroked Ma Tai's hair from the top of her head. Ma Tai initially flinched uncomfortably, but later let Old Chen touch her.
Old Chen seemed encouraged, and pressed his advantage, bringing his thick, dark lips close to Ma Tai's mouth. The moment their lips touched, Ma Tai immediately turned away, lowering her head and saying, 'Old Chen, we need to discuss a few conditions beforehand.'" First, tear up all the IOUs. Second, write me an IOU to offset the money I lost to Mrs. Lin and Old Li. Third, after this, there can be no next time. Fourth, I can't kiss you. Fifth, I must be home before five o'clock.
Old Chen replied, "I'll do whatever you say, but I have two conditions. First, to leave a beautiful memory, you have to put on some glamorous makeup. Second, you have to wear the clothes I provide." "After saying that, she took out a pair of pointed, stiletto high heels from the bedside table, along with a makeup case and a plastic bag. Mrs. Ma looked at the high heels; they were at least five inches high. Opening the makeup case, she found a full set of Japanese Shu Uemura cosmetics, including blush brushes and eyeliner brushes. Opening the plastic bag, she found a long white pearl necklace reaching her chest, a pair of black thigh-high stockings, a black garter belt, a thong, a pair of black bras that barely supported her breasts, and a black sheer nightgown reaching her waist. All the accessories were almost identical to what blondes wore on television.
Mrs. Ma threw these clothes onto the bed and yelled at Old Chen, 'You pervert!' She turned and ran towards the door. 'Wait!' Old Chen spoke up, and Mrs. Ma stood frozen in the doorway, as if in a movie. 'Mrs. Ma, are you refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a curse? Let me tell you, either you give me back my five thousand seven hundred yuan, or you obediently put all these things on.'" The moment you step out that door, I'll call your husband and make him pay back the money. Do you think you're some kind of celebrity, getting laid for just over seven thousand dollars?
Mrs. Ma thought for a moment, then lowered her head. She turned and walked to the bedside, picked up all her belongings, and went into the toilet. She closed the toilet lid and sat down. Her mind was blank, but her hands began unbuttoning her shirt. Once the shirt was off, she placed it on her knees, and with her right hand, she skillfully unhooked her bra at the back. Her 34-inch breasts fell out, swaying in mid-air. She took off her shoes and placed them by the door. She stood up, hung up her bra and shirt, and then took off her jeans and underwear, hanging them behind the door. Picking up a stocking, she placed her right foot on the toilet seat. With both hands
, she pulled the stocking back and forth until it was on her foot, slowly pulling it up. As she put it on, Mrs. Ma felt its softness, knowing it must be high-quality. She thought to herself, "Old Chen is really generous." Because she was bending over, her long hair fell in front of her eyes. Mrs. Ma used her right hand to tuck the loose hair behind her right ear and straightened the stocking on her right thigh. Her movements were fluid and graceful, exuding a captivating femininity. Matthew switched feet and put on the stockings on her left leg. She fastened the garter belt in front and then behind, securing it with four buckles. Leaning forward, she pulled on her thong, the thin strings wedged between her vulva and anus. Matthew swayed her knees back and forth, adjusting the thong strings, the friction stimulating her vulva and anus.
Matthew skillfully fastened her bra behind her back with her right hand, added a pearl chain, and draped a robe over her shoulders. She inserted her right index finger behind her neck, tilting her head and hand to the right, her long hair swaying and spilling out of the robe. Her movements were graceful and captivating. She opened her makeup box, applied blue eyeshadow, red blush, and carefully drew a bright red lipstick around her lips. Matthew leaned closer to the mirror, pursing her lips. Holding a large blush brush, she swept it across both cheeks twice more. Looking in the mirror, she was satisfied.
Bending down, she draped all her long hair over her right shoulder, supporting it with her right hand as she slipped on her five-inch heels. Once fully dressed, Ma Tai returned to the mirror, adjusted her stockings, and slightly shifted her body, checking for any imperfections. In the mirror, Ma Tai was radiant and captivating, exuding the allure of a mature woman, a touch seductive yet undeniably elegant. Strangely enough, while it's common knowledge that women love beauty, dressing up so beautifully for construction worker Old Chen was somewhat unusual. Perhaps this reflected the professionalism of women's pursuit of beauty. Ma Tai took a deep breath, opened the bathroom door, and walked towards the bed.
Old Chen, sitting on the bed, stared wide-eyed at Ma Tai, dumbfounded by the way this graceful woman walked towards the bed with her head bowed. With the help of the five-inch heels, Ma Tai's gait and the curve of her thighs were simply perfect. Mrs. Ma sat on the edge of the bed and said, "You're dressed and made up. Give me the IOUs." Old Chen, his hands trembling, handed her the old IOUs and the one he'd written while Mrs. Ma was changing.
Mrs. Ma checked them, casually put them in her handbag, placed the bag on the bedside table, lay down on the bed, crossed her arms, and said, "Come on." Old Chen had just snapped out of his daze. His shorts were bulging with his erect penis. Old Chen impatiently pulled down his shorts, revealing his nine-inch-long, veiny penis.
Mrs. Ma saw everything out of the corner of her eye, hardly believing her eyes, and instinctively put her right hand between her teeth to sign her astonishment. Old Chen rolled over, spread his legs, and pinned Mrs. Ma down, grabbing her hands and pulling them apart with his left and right hands respectively, then using his right hand to open his black, transparent nightgown. A fair, delicate body was displayed before Old Chen, accentuated by a black bra, garter belt, and stockings.
Old Chen's already taut penis adjusted upwards five degrees. Like admiring a work of art, Old Chen affectionately brought his thick, dark lips to Ma Tai's left nipple, taking the pink nipple into his mouth and sucking slowly, his tongue teasing the nipple. His right hand moved to Ma Tai's right nipple, also teasing it slowly. The nerves in both of Ma Tai's nipples rapidly transmitted pleasurable signals to her brain. Ma Tai
's head began to sway slowly from side to side, involuntary moans escaping her throat, and her legs began to move slowly back and forth. Old Chen, as if an actor receiving applause from an audience, increased the frequency of his movements, intensifying the signals in Ma Tai's brain. Old Chen's mouth now moved to the right nipple, while his left hand began teasing Ma Tai's left nipple. Ma Tai, receiving a new round of stimulation, began to breathe faster.
Old Chen sat up and gently bent Ma Tai's legs, slowly opening them to the sides. With his right hand, he pulled the thong off Ma Tai's vulva to the left. Her pink vulva, like her nipples, seemed to breathe with life. The pubic hair was short, like a manicured lawn, smooth and orderly. "Another work of art," Old Chen mused, bending down and probing her clitoris with his tongue. His serpentine tongue moved powerfully and darted within Ma Tai's tender labia, while his hands teased her nipples.
A surge of intense pleasure rushed from the back of Ma Tai's spine to the back of her head with a wide frequency and flow. Ma Tai arched her neck and cried out. Her involuntary neck muscles twitched incessantly, and the moans and gasps in her throat became even more rapid and intense.
A pornographic film was playing on the television, its moans echoing Ma Tai's. Mrs. Ma remembered how her husband had done this for her when they first started making love, but it had later been removed from his list of services. Mrs. Lin's words echoed in Mrs. Ma's ears at the same time: "Old Chen is so enthusiastic and attentive when we do it. He even licks my genitals. Our husband doesn't offer that kind of service."
Old Chen sat up and knelt between Mrs. Ma's legs, closing them together. His hands found the side straps of her thong on either side of her waist and slowly pulled them down. Mrs. Ma slightly arched her back to cooperate, and the thong was easily removed. Mrs. Ma instinctively opened her legs again. Old Chen began rubbing the head of his nine-inch penis against Mrs. Ma's already excessively wet labia.
Mrs. Ma craned her neck to look at the glans rubbing against her vulva and asked in a coquettish voice, "Chen, do you have any condoms?" Old Chen replied, "I don't have any." Actually, Old Chen had a dozen condoms in a hidden compartment in his bedside table, but how could he let such a prey slip away? Mrs.
Ma disappointedly lay her head back down. As Ma Tai tilted her head back, Old Chen was once again drawn to her stunningly beautiful face. He continued to control the friction of his glans with his right hand, while his left hand reached behind Ma Tai's neck to lift her head, allowing her to continue watching the friction against her genitals. Ma Tai thought of Jianxiong in Guangzhou and then of her current predicament. A
wave of rational guilt washed over her. Ma Tai turned her face away, two streams of tears involuntarily flowing from the corners of her eyes. But the waves of pleasure emanating from her genitals caused her to make continuous moaning sounds. Ma Tai closed her eyes, the physical moans battling against the tears of her heart.
Humans are so contradictory, like the yin and yang of Tai Chi, reason and emotion constantly clashing, merging, clashing again, and merging again. Old Chen was like a victorious general, a formidable force.
In a man's heart, possession is paramount; it seems men are born to possess. Especially women; the possession of money is merely a tool to possess even more beautiful women.
Old Chen wanted this beautiful woman to witness his victory, especially since she was someone else's woman. He forcefully twisted his left hand, directing Ma Tai's head towards his rubbing glans. "Zheng Hui, open your eyes!" Ma Tai slowly opened her tear-filled eyes, convulsing. Her makeup was melted by tears, making her look even more pitiful. Ma Tai knew her moment of loss was approaching.
She watched as Old Chen moved his large glans against her labia, slowly parting them, penetrating millimeter by millimeter. Old Chen intentionally slowed his penetration to prolong his pleasure. As Old Chen slowly penetrated, Ma Tai felt her lower body gradually fill. The feeling of fullness stimulated her, while the emotional trauma tormented her. After all, besides Jianxiong, Old Chen was the second man in her life.
A victorious smile appeared on Old Chen's face; having satisfied his psychological pleasure, now he sought physical satisfaction. Old Chen gently lowered Ma Tai's head with his left hand, pressed down on Ma Tai's knees with both hands, and quickened the rhythm of his penis entering and exiting, feeling the smoothness of the stockings on Ma Tai's thighs.
Because she had already been taken by Old Chen, Ma Tai's psychological burden gradually lessened. She then focused entirely on the physical sensations, feeling Old Chen's large penis rapidly scraping against the walls of her vagina. Her vagina involuntarily increased its secretions. Old Chen leaned forward, pressing against Ma Tai, his hands around her shoulders, and shifted the car into fourth gear.
As the speed increased, both Ma Tai and Old Chen's secretions increased accordingly, maintaining the lubrication needed for the acceleration. Old Chen's penis withdrew and then plunged in again. Ma Tai's labia opened and closed, producing a soft, grinding sound with the abundant secretions. Each time Old Chen thrust quickly, the contact between his pubic area and Ma Tai's pubic area produced a slapping sound of flesh impact.
Ma Tai squinted, her facial muscles contracted, her brows furrowed, and her head tossed and turned. Pleasant moans escaped her throat. Several sounds echoed in the 300-foot space, more powerful than an eight-channel high-end sound system, making the listeners' hearts itch with desire.
Ma Tai's elegant and beautiful face, with its fair skin, was now being pressed down by a plain-looking, dark-skinned construction worker. Looking down at him, it felt somewhat incongruous, like a beautiful woman mating with an animal. Ma Tai's hands were tightly gripping the sheets on either side of her, as if she were strangling her father's killer. Although her two 34-inch breasts were deformed by Old Chen's pressure, the soft flesh inside could be clearly seen swaying back and forth.
Her five-inch high heels drew beautiful arcs in the air. At this moment, Ma Tai's physical sensations completely took over, after all, Old Chen's penis was several sizes larger than Jian Xiong's. Suddenly, Ma Tai's uterus began to contract, and a surge of heat rushed through the wide-frequency pathways of her central nervous system to the back of her head, and she reached orgasm. Ma Tai's hands tightly hugged Old Chen's arms.
Her legs, clad in black stockings and high heels, pulled closer to her body. Her head was raised next to Old Chen's head, and her snow-white teeth bit into his shoulder. Old Chen's glans also felt the contractions of Ma Tai's uterus, which tried to surround it and prevent its advance.
Due to the increased friction, Old Chen felt a surge of pleasure rising from below. The final assault had arrived. Old Chen gasped, his buttocks moving like a pile driver in fifth gear, the slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh as dense as raindrops. Ma Tai's buttocks and breasts created waves of flesh.
Ma Tai felt Old Chen's glans harden and swell slightly, the muscles of his penis began to tremble, and with a loud roar, a gush of viscous fluid spurted from his urethra and shot deep into his uterus. At the same time, Ma Tai's uterus contracted again, and another orgasm arrived.
Ma Tai let out a shrill scream, her arms tightly wrapped around Old Chen's back, her fingernails digging ten red welts into his back. Old Chen collapsed onto Ma Tai, panting heavily. Ma Tai relaxed her body, but her muscles were still twitching. Old Chen rested on Ma Tai for a while, then rolled over and lay down next to her, his left hand around her shoulder.
Mrs. Ma adjusted her head, nestling it against Old Chen's chest like a kitten, her eyes scanning the large penis that had just taken her virginity. Old Chen repeatedly stroked Mrs. Ma's smooth hair. "Hui, did it feel good?" Mrs. Ma gave a deep, affectionate "Mmm." Women are truly strange creatures; before offering themselves, they're always coy and demure. After being taken, they become docile and submissive. Mrs. Ma felt Old Chen's semen slowly dripping from her vagina. The two embraced, savoring everything that had just happened. Everything returned to calm, with occasional moans coming from the television.
Mrs. Ma used her right hand to tidy her disheveled hair, her legs aching as she walked home, lost in thought. Mrs. Ma's mind began to twist, repeatedly reliving the pleasure of her depravity and the large penis that had brought her such ecstasy. Thinking of her husband, Jianxiong, a wave of guilt washed over her, and she cursed herself inwardly, "Zheng Hui, you're an unfaithful slut."

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