I saved him, but he stole my wife.

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Looking at the excited expression on the tall, naked German man's face in front of me, I regretted my impulsive act. I instinctively squeezed my thighs together and covered my breasts with my hands. Although I knew my slender hands could only cover the tops of my full breasts, the smooth, white flesh still spilled out from under my palms. This habitual gesture of a shy, nervous Eastern woman now seemed like an ambiguous provocation to this German man. I could read it in his gleaming eyes. Perhaps, perhaps this tall German man, hastily brought from the bar, really wasn't right for me! He was too big! My 170cm height would definitely make me stand out among most women in China, but next to this 2-meter-tall, strong German man, my figure was merely petite and delicate! His size would definitely completely cover me; he must weigh over 100 kilograms. Could I even support his weight? Compared to the German's bulk, what shocked me even more was the enormous size of his penis between his legs, perfectly matching his two-meter height, exceeding a foot in length, like a mule's or horse's genitals. I felt a chill run down my spine, an uncontrollable tremor. This German's strength far exceeded my pitiful imagination! "Stop!" I heard my voice distorted, as if squeezed from my lungs. What was the point of refusing now? "Ah..." I cried out in Chinese in my nervousness. My ankles were completely gripped in his hairy, rough hands, lifted high, and spread wide apart. Foreigners are so strong! I felt my buttocks being slightly lifted by his ankles. Foreigners' actions and movements are so direct! Like tonight at the bar, the foreigner directly told me, "ich liebe dich (I love you)...ich m chte sex mit dir haben!" (I want to have sex with you!) The foreigner's actions could even be described as crude, a crudeness I was once so fascinated by. I was once so fascinated by the crudeness of that younger brother from the rural Shaanxi village, Gong. Compared to my husband He's gentleness—no, now I should call him my ex-husband!—Gong's crudeness, in my view, was more the frank, simple, and honest natural expression of sexual assault typical of rural people! Compared to He's years of formulaic gentleness, or rather, his hypocritical gentleness, Gong's crudeness, from the perspective of the urban upper class, or even vulgarity, made me experience the pleasure of being a woman! At this moment, compared to the burly German in front of me, Gong's crudeness could actually be considered gentleness! He forcefully hoisted one of my legs onto his shoulder, and his free hand directly and thoroughly reached down to my spread thighs, grabbing my delicate genitals and kneading them roughly. "Oh..." I couldn't help but cry out. My unprepared, delicate vulva was subjected to rough handling for the first time, and it hurt a little! The foreigner's fingers and palms were calloused, making them appear exceptionally rough as he relentlessly rubbed my tender area. Amidst the slight pain, I felt a tingling, itchy sensation from the calluses, and this feeling grew stronger and stronger. The word "gentlemanly love" certainly didn't exist in this foreigner's dictionary! Compared to He's gentleness and Gong's so-called rough caresses, this foreigner was practically ravaging me! His large hands covered and rubbed my full, delicate vulva; I could almost hear the sound of my labia rubbing against each other; I could feel his fingers squeezing and flattening one of my labia… The most mysterious and shy part of a traditional Chinese woman's subconscious was merely a plaything in this foreigner's hands! I regretted my impulsive choice to find such a foreigner. "ich bin so gl ücklich!" (I'm so happy!) The burly German finally released my vulva, staring greedily at it and the pubic hair on my mons pubis. I didn't even need to look to know my genitals were congested and red, because I could still feel the tingling, itching, and swelling! Being stared at like that by a strange foreign man made me incredibly uncomfortable. He had never stared at my genitals like that in all these years; to him, it was disrespectful! Gong, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy staring at my genitals. It was only after many intimate moments in bed that I got used to Gong's gaze. I knew Gong wanted to send his son in from there and out from there, just like his daughter, Chuchu. Chuchu, Mommy is sorry, Mommy will definitely take you back! "My goddess!" This straightforward German man drooled. More men will probably drool like that in the future. I closed my eyes, deciding not to try to close my legs anymore; let him look! Many beautiful women aren't necessarily confident about their genitals, but I am! Many women, especially those from Europe and America, often have very thick pubic hair. This hair is often coarse, stiff, and grows haphazardly all over the vulva, obscuring the vaginal opening and lacking any aesthetic appeal! They can only manage this by shaving. Furthermore, the color of the vulva tends to darken with increased sexual activity, especially after childbirth, due to pigmentation. My pubic hair, however, can be described as thinned out—oily, smooth, and only evenly distributed in an inverted triangle on my mons pubis. Although I was born vaginally, my vulva remains fair and plump. He used to like to hold me with one arm and stroke my mons pubis with the other, feeling the silky friction; while Gong preferred to stroke each hair in her hand, counting them, though she never quite got it right! Juan, have you always envied my beautiful pubic area and pubic hair? Are you ashamed of your messy pubic hair and the ugly pubic area that those men have played with? Are you ashamed now, lying beneath He? He, are you disgusted when you see Juan's ugly, dark pubic area and pubic hair? You're just pretending to like it, aren't you? "Gute wei... (So white!)" This German man's hand caressed my body. Wherever his hand touched, my skin involuntarily broke out in goosebumps, and my body trembled uncontrollably. It's a bit funny for a white man to praise a yellow man's whiteness, isn't it? I tried to distract myself, otherwise I wouldn't be able to control my trembling body, and I would jump up and run away under his caresses! Saying that yellow men are so white is also true! White people's skin is very rough, often appearing reddish-brown like a lobster, unlike the skin of Chinese women, which, once white and tender, is as pure as jade, just like my own skin! Standards differ. I wouldn't dare say my looks and figure rank among the best in China, but I absolutely believe my jade-like white skin would be in the top ten! He, you're so willing to give up on me, Juan? Is the feel of her rough, dark skin so attractive to you? What does she rely on? Gong, besides your honesty and straightforwardness, why don't you have He's domineering presence? You only dare to run away from her! Seeing this scene, do you feel guilty? Tell me! He, and you, Gong! "Oh..." The calluses on this German's hands scraped against my fair skin, bringing a slight pain, pulling me back to reality from my reverie. This German wasn't gently stroking; he was grabbing handfuls of smooth, jade-like skin and stroking them forward. I suppressed my earlier nervousness and roughly examined this German I had impulsively brought back from the bar. He had large pores, thick body hair, and was covered in hair, especially the tuft of chest hair! Like a savage who hadn't fully evolved! Thinking of this, a chill ran down my spine, like tiny insects crawling all over my body, and I hugged my crossed arms even tighter. This German man had a strong body odor, like bromhidrosis. It seems all Black people are like that, and white people in Europe and America are no exception. I wrinkled my nose and turned my head to the side, which seemed to lessen the smell. He grabbed my crossed arms and pulled them apart. I tried to resist, but his strength quickly dissuaded me. “ihre br üste wirklich groen, wirklich sch n… (Your breasts are so big, so beautiful…)” The movement of pulling my arms away from my breasts caused my full, elastic breasts to bounce from side to side, and I could feel the flesh bouncing. I knew the allure of my breasts; my D-cup breasts were just as good as those of European and American women. Lying in bed, the weight of my breasts and the tension in my chest muscles caused them to lose their fullness and softness when I was standing, transforming into a sexy oval shape, with the flesh overflowing to both sides. Even so, the height of my breasts surpassed that of other women. I knew this German man wouldn't easily let my breasts go, and the soreness in my breasts made me crave a pair of hands to massage them. Ever since my first period in adolescence, for one to two days after each period ended, I would feel inexplicably uncomfortable and sore all over, with a sense of unease, especially in my breasts, which felt swollen and uncomfortable, as if they were about to burst. My two small nipples were hard and erect, as if they were about to jump out of my breasts.
As a young girl, I was ashamed to tell my mother that every time my period ended, I would secretly rub my breasts vigorously for two days when no one was around. My nipples, which were usually painful to the touch, would then require me to scratch them with my fingernails to resist the swollen, uncomfortable feeling. This is probably one of the reasons why my breasts are so full now due to the excessive stimulation. Only after becoming a woman did I understand that the aches and pains I felt a few days after my period were the peak of my sexual desire; at that time, I especially longed for my husband's penetration. Unfortunately, my ex-husband never understood this; he was always busy making money and engaging in hypocritical social interactions. Today, my period has just ended, and I still crave a man's caresses, but unfortunately, this man is neither my fake ex-husband nor the cowardly Gong, but a strange German man! "Oh—" I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched those hairy hands grasp my breasts. Just as I expected, this foreigner had no tenderness whatsoever; his large hands kneaded my breasts like dough. The force was so great that I could feel my body moving back and forth on the bed as he massaged my breasts… This foreigner is really strong! It seems this rough massage is actually quite comfortable… Gong doesn't have this German's stamina, and He wouldn't be so rough! “It hurts…” I knew my breasts must be bright red from this rough foreigner's rubbing, and I subconsciously looked at my chest. Lying on my back, the extent to which my breasts were swollen and high was something I'd never seen before! Even without the foreigner's massage, my full breasts felt like two solidified lumps of gel, bouncing like springs. Why, why am I so excited in this strange man's hands? Have I not had sex for almost a year, making me so craving it? Am I really so craving sex? No, I'm not the kind of woman who craves sex! When I was with my ex-husband, I never valued the process of sex! And when I got together with Gong, it wasn't because I craved his sexual prowess! You know, Gong is inferior to He in both size and technique. I clearly remember the night I confessed to my ex-husband, when He pressed me, “Can you tell me what is it about him that you're so infatuated with?” “I don't know,” I told He. "Is it because he's better than me in that area?" He finally couldn't help but ask this question that every man cares about.
I gently shook my head. "Is that one of the reasons?" He was still uneasy, pressing me for an answer. "You don't need to ask that. To be honest, he's not as good as you." I remember saying this out of desperation, something I found hard to say. "Really? I think you quite enjoy being with him. Aren't you always so passionate?" He's tone was strange, his eyes filled with suspicion. I knew that no matter how much I explained, He wouldn't believe me; once he made up his mind, it was hard to change it. He had already decided that I was a woman who pursued lust and was obsessed with Gong's sexual prowess. He, you really underestimate me, Li Xiaochen! Even now, I dare say that Gong's sexual prowess and skills are inferior to yours, He. Even that time at the villa in Changping, when Gong took drugs and did it three times in one night! I still think Gong is inferior to you! What I like is the feeling of happiness, freedom, and breaking free from constraints when I'm with Gong! I'm tired of that kind of life. I loathe my environment. This circle is too tiring for me. Every day I face those so-called high-class people, who are all so hypocritical, and I have to live a hypocritical life every day, including with you, He! I also hate my parents and their friends; none of them are sincere, they're all so hypocritical. He, back in Fudan University, did you really think you were so charming that you captivated me? You were wrong. There were plenty of guys far more outstanding than you. I chose you because I was fed up with the strict environment of my parents growing up, fed up with the hypocrisy around me. It was your sincerity and directness back then, just like Gong later, and your unrestrained nature that made me choose you, He! I wanted to change my life with you, to live more freely, more wildly, to no longer encounter those disgusting faces in the business world. I wanted to live happily according to my own vision, no longer bound by any factors, doing whatever I wanted. He, in the end, you couldn't escape the common desires, so thirsty for money! You ultimately brought my life back to the trajectory of my childhood, still facing those vulgar faces every day, everyone around me so hypocritical. He, what defeated you wasn't Gong's ability! It was his still-present simplicity, honesty, and sincerity as a rural person! I was simply captivated by the innocent, carefree rural life he described! Everything in the past was my fault; I shouldn't have done those things, no matter what. I didn't mean to hurt anyone maliciously, including Gong, but I couldn't control myself. Now it's all your fault; you're so hypocritical! You held onto my mistakes so tightly, even taking it to my father, probably so you could be with Juan today. Today, I, Li Xiaochen, am not doing this for sex! Nor for that feeling with Gong! I want revenge on everything, including myself! I'm not doing this for sex… I'm not… I… I… I… I feel so awful! My throat is parched, my breasts are sore from the foreigner's rubbing, and my tender skin is covered in red handprints. But the aching, swollen feeling inside my breasts has lessened considerably, even… I don't need to look; I know this foreigner has started circling his thumb on my sensitive areola. "Oh… itchy…" I feel an empty, painful emptiness inside. I can't believe that under the fingers of a strange foreign man, my areola is actually aroused! This kind of arousal has only ever occurred to me during orgasm! A mixture of indescribable shame and excitement surged through my consciousness. To my surprise, I discovered that my nipples were already erect, their color slowly changing from rose to dark brown. Suddenly, the German man lowered his head and took my nipple into his mouth, his wet tongue beginning to swirl wildly around it. "Oh..." The slippery, wet tongue moving across my breast sent a shiver of discomfort through me. The stimulation from my nipple was an electric shock-like excitement, a current coursing through my body. "Ihre br üste wirklich groen…… (Your breasts are so big…)" Foreigners' vocabulary is always so limited… I closed my eyes, trying to think of other things to distract myself from the stimulation of my nipples… "Chen, your breasts are so beautiful… I guess only the peaches of immortality that ripen once every nine thousand years from the Queen Mother of the West can compare to them… They are full of soft, tactile beauty, gentle and full lines, and a slender, firm, and elastic visual beauty…" I will never forget the excited look on my face when He first took off my bra in his Shanghai dormitory in 1995. "Sister, your breasts are so big!… They are as white and shapely as the snow-white steamed buns we make for Chinese New Year back home, and your nipples are like flower buds… My wife's breasts are also big, but they are like a steamed bun—the dough is too runny, so it loses its original shape during steaming…" I will also never forget Gong's vivid comparison of steamed buns and steamed buns the second time. Compared to He Na's exaggerated metaphor, I appreciate Gong's more apt metaphor about rural life. The depth of Chinese language and culture is truly unmatched by Western culture. But I have to admit that foreigners in bed are really... really... really amazing! Although I tried to distract myself by recalling the past, I still unconsciously felt my whole body getting hot and swollen, as if I were floating on clouds, not knowing where I was, my passion aroused, my desire hidden yet stubborn. "Chen, ich liebe dich! (Chen, I love you!)" the German muttered to himself, his hairy, thick, and powerful body completely pressing down on mine! The third man in my life was on top of me! Perhaps there will be more men in the future... "I'm going to be crushed to death!" This was the first terrifying feeling I had when the foreigner's body, weighing a full 120 kilograms, pressed heavily on me! It was so heavy! Like a thick sack of hemp pressing down on me! I had never imagined how terrifying it would be to have over 100 kilograms of weight pressing down on me! Back home, I felt like crying just carrying 5 kilograms of rice from the garage to my front door, and now I'm carrying 30 bags of rice on my back... My bedroom is filled with the heavy body odor of a white man and the faint fragrance of an Asian woman's skin. The white light from the diamond-shaped chandelier falls on the bed, and the springs of the Simmons mattress creak under the weight. I strain to breathe, my head tilted to the side. I feel every cell in my body being pressed into this burly man's body... The tension subsides with each deep breath; I'm not crushed yet! I'm somewhat surprised to find that I can still bear the weight of this heavy man on my back for a long time, not because it's uncomfortable, but because I feel a sense of intimacy. Why? Is this the Creator's gift to women—the ability to seduce men? Or perhaps, women are born to be tormented and ravaged by men? As the fear faded, I couldn't help but let my mind wander again… Dad, do you know that the precious daughter you raised like a princess is being pinned down by a strange man like a harlot? Dad, you were 35 when you finally had your smart and beautiful daughter. In your heart, she's just something to show off to others! You never consider my feelings, only using strict discipline to dictate how I should develop. In your mind, giving me enviable material conditions is compensation. I hate studying, I hate it so much. My seemingly good grades were all achieved under your pressure. Even getting into Fudan University's finance department wasn't my intention. You planned for me to become an outstanding person, but I didn't want to stand out at all. I just wanted a very ordinary life, to go to the countryside, to run my own small farm. That would make me happy. Dad, you've always forced me to be a noble princess, a princess who brings you the envy of others! Yet you never consider my feelings, never allow me the slightest protest! For your sake, you even considered shooting me in front of Mom and He, just because I pursued the kind of freedom I wanted! Because of Juan's shameless rumors, you actually supported He's divorce from me! Dad, the noble princess daughter you created is now actively waiting for a strange man's thick penis to penetrate her! Dad, you've always been very successful, dominating the business world! But you're a failure with your daughter! ...I can already feel a fleshy ball the size of an egg pressing against my vaginal opening. I know what it is, and I know what it will mean once it enters my body. I'm terrified by its thickness and length, far greater than He's and Gong's. I once heard Juan say that a woman's vagina can accommodate anything, no matter how thick! I hope her experience is right! It should be right, right? Didn't Chu Chu also come out from down there? I let out a long breath. The fleshy ball rubbed back and forth between my labia, trying to push in several times, but was blocked by the tight vaginal opening and labia. The foreigner obviously didn't realize how tight and difficult it was to penetrate me! To my astonishment, the foreigner grabbed one of my thighs with each hand and, before I could react, forcefully pushed my legs apart! "Ah..." I even heard the sound of my bones separating as my legs, which had been together, were forced wide apart. What a bastard! I cursed inwardly. Luckily, he was pressing down on me because I had trained in dance since childhood and was very flexible. If it had been an ordinary young girl, being caught off guard by him and having her thighs suddenly spread apart would have definitely resulted in a dislocated thigh! The man used his body weight to push my thighs apart even further, until my legs were finally spread 180 degrees.I knew my lower abdomen was noticeably bulging upwards because of this position, and my entire perineum was clearly exposed; I knew my labia were also widely spread apart. The inevitable was finally here…
Chapter Two: The crystal chandelier on the roof was spinning rapidly. My body felt light, my consciousness detached from it… I really felt like a puddle of mud! It was the first time I'd ever felt this way! My whole body was limp, a feeling of being reborn after death! My consciousness and thoughts slowly returned to my brain, although I still felt dizzy and lightheaded… “hau”"Ab! (Get out!)" That seems to be the last thing I said to that German guy about 30 minutes ago. He kept our bar promise and disappeared as soon as he was done. He was indeed a gentleman, but he was incredibly wild in bed! I almost died from his rough treatment! I struggled to open my tired eyes. Without even looking up, I could see myself in the dressing mirror opposite the bed, still looking the same as after the German left: my full buttocks pressed against the edge of the bed, my two snow-white thighs dangling over the edge, making my already prominent mons pubis even more noticeable. My entire body was covered in... Sweat glistened in my genitals, which were covered in a glistening, viscous fluid. My soft pubic hair was wet and clump-covered against my lower abdomen, a messy sight. My labia were unusually full, a vibrant red like a ripe, juicy eggplant, the engorged skin gleaming oily under the light. I knew how indecent my position was, but I truly didn't even have the strength to close my legs! And I knew my labia were definitely swollen; even the slightest friction between my skin was excruciating. Leaving my legs open was a little more bearable. I closed my eyes, trying to recall… The details of what happened before are almost impossible to recall. The frenzy of the past hour has now become just a few pitiful fragments of memory! It was pure lust! It had nothing to do with feeling, much less with emotion! Juan once asked me why I slept with Gong, this unassuming man from the countryside, was it because of his large size or his skill? I told Juan that Gong was really just average. But women are emotional creatures! They crave that feeling of being moved, that indescribable feeling! That's the feeling Gong and I had! The feeling of being moved! We cared about his every word and action! "...A woman's greatest weakness is that she can't resist a man's affection; once moved, she can't help herself..." Stirring my coffee, I tried to explain my story with Gong to Juan in the simplest terms. Juan is a very casual woman; in her words, she's tasted all kinds of men. To be honest, aside from her less-than-perfect skin, Juan is quite beautiful; a single, beautiful Beijing reporter is indeed attractive to men. I didn't want Juan to simply think that Gong and I had a relationship based on lust; we were together because of the pure feelings we each held in our hearts! "...Hehe, it's really not easy to move such a beautiful woman like you!" "How did that country bumpkin manage to win over our beautiful Li Xiaochen?" Juan sipped her coffee, a hint of teasing in her voice. "...Women don't need to be deliberately moved. If she's truly interested, she'll naturally end up like Gong and I. Gong has maintained that simple, honest, and free-spirited attitude of a country person all these years in Beijing...that moved me..." I hoped Juan could understand my relationship with Gong. "That country bumpkin from Shaanxi, Gong, is incredibly lucky to have married our Beijing heiress...hehe!" "Chen, do you prefer the feeling of talking to him usually, or the feeling of being in bed with him…?" "I…" I remember being speechless for a moment. I couldn't say for sure, just like I can't describe my feelings before and after sleeping with the German man. In the bar, I naturally assumed I was just letting a strange man penetrate me a few times; I wouldn't feel anything, let alone have an orgasm! I was simply trying to get revenge on my family and numb myself. But in bed, after the tension and pain came a kind of intoxicating pleasure I'd never experienced before, an orgasm I'd never reached! Whether with He or Gong! Why did I have such a strong physical reaction to this German man who seemed to feel nothing? The orgasm a man brings to a woman in bed really has nothing to do with feelings or emotions, only with lust! Is it really like Juan's explanation: a woman… Women are simply driven by lust; feelings and emotions are just excuses for pursuing lust… even rape can give women pleasure… Today, when the German first penetrated me, the tension and pain made me disbelieve Juan's view that women are simply driven by lust. But later, the German's thrusting really made me… made me doubt whether I really was just a simple driven by lust! Pure lustful pleasure and orgasm overturned my understanding of sex that I'd held for 11 years! I always believed that my sexual pleasure stemmed from my past love for He, my feelings for Gong! Not from a man's penis! Just now, when the German's egg-sized glans pressed against my vaginal opening, forcing open my tender labia, I instinctively felt fear at that enormous glans. There wasn't a trace of pleasure or arousal! "Oh—" I cried out nervously, my body reacting… My vaginal muscles tightened as if about to explode, preventing the glans from entering. The German man hadn't expected the Asian beauty beneath him to be so tight; his glans was blocked. Suddenly, his left hand slapped my rounded mons pubis, leaving five faint finger marks with a sharp "smack." My body instinctively jerked upwards, forcing the muscles at my vaginal opening to relax. The German man immediately bent down, concentrating all his strength in his waist, and with a forceful thrust, his glans forced its way into my body. I felt a tearing pain in my vaginal opening, desperately trying to lift my upper body, but the German's large hands immediately grasped my full breasts and pressed me down. My eyes widened, my mouth opening and closing silently. I wanted to scream, but only a cough escaped my throat. The sound of my penis being stretched to its limit filled my tight vaginal opening. Even though it wasn't fully inside, I felt a terrible fullness. The invading glans felt like it was tearing me in two. Tears streamed down my face; I shook my head and struggled, my legs kicking instinctively. This pain was like the first time He forced himself on me in his dorm in 1995, the glans tearing through my hymen. The difference was that He had been extremely careful, trying not to hurt me, while this German man completely ignored my pain. To him, the vagina of this Chinese beauty beneath him was so small and tight, like a rubber band, gripping his glans tightly, making him feel both tingly and itchy, incredibly comfortable. He couldn't care less about my struggles. The German man paused after his penis entered my vagina. My thighs began to spasm. Then my whole body began to tremble, my head swaying helplessly from side to side. The German lifted his buttocks slightly, then suddenly reached behind my head, lifting my upper body and pressing my head down towards his genitals. I suddenly realized that this position allowed me to clearly see the German's thick penis inserted into my vagina! For the first time in years, I had seen a penis inside me! I was stunned by the German's actions, staring blankly at my genitals, forgetting my shame, forgetting to close my eyes! The German's veined penis looked exceptionally large; I could even feel the strong masculine aura emanating from it. I could even clearly see the bulging veins and the clearly visible vas deferens. A strong sense of fear and submission spread from the soles of my feet throughout my entire body. My two plump, white labia majora were stretched thin by the German's glans. Thin, like a little girl's cherry lips, it struggled to hold the egg-sized glans, its labia pitifully twitching, trying to squeeze out the foreign object. The pain of the enormous glans stretching open my vaginal opening made me break out in a cold sweat. It hurt so much, like… like… like the pain of being stretched open by the cold stainless steel speculum last time. In 2003, after a passionate encounter with He, I accidentally became pregnant. Chuchu was only three years old then, and we didn't want a second child too soon. After thinking it over, I lay on the hospital's abortion bed. I clearly remember the short, plump female doctor. She was clearly jealous of my beauty and, as if in revenge, inserted the speculum's proboscis into my vaginal opening, forcefully pushing it deep inside. I will never forget the structure of that speculum; the flat, round proboscis widened as it went further back, sliding deeper and deeper into my vagina… The more the speculum was stretched, the more intense the pain became. By the time the entire speculum was fully inserted, fine beads of sweat were forming on my forehead. The female doctor kept tightening the adjusting nut of the speculum. As the speculum opened, I felt a tearing pain. Large beads of sweat streamed down my face, soaking my hair, which stuck to my forehead and cheeks in strands. I could clearly feel my tight vagina being stretched to the size of a teacup by the cold, hard metal. I could clearly feel my elastic vaginal walls being forced in through the large opening of the speculum, even exposing the hemispherical cervix hidden deep inside my vagina… The pain of being penetrated by the German's thick penis was exactly the same as the pain of being stretched open by the speculum! “Oh…” I instinctively opened my mouth wide and gasped for breath in pain. I was exasperated. Foreigners have absolutely no sense of chivalry! I started to regret choosing a foreigner; why didn't I choose a Chinese or Asian woman at the bar? I could feel this German man trying to penetrate me. It wasn't that he didn't want to go all the way in at once, but the tightness of my vagina was too much resistance! The spiraling, tight, and elastic folds inside my vagina were being squeezed one by one by the German man's large glans, getting stuck on the ridges of his penis, then being mercilessly stretched open, then the next one, stretching open… This pain and strange sensation of the vaginal folds being stretched open made me feel panicked and uncomfortable. When I gave birth to Chu Chu, I didn't notice it because I was in the blissful pain. But now, these vaginal folds were being completely stretched open for the first time in my life! The two times I had the speculum inserted only stretched the vagina open, but didn't completely stretch these folds.Wrinkles! These folds were originally meant for He's penis! I clearly remember the surprise He was when he discovered my secret after we had been intimate dozens of times. From then on, He's greatest pleasure was trying to keep his penis at a slightly tilted angle as he thrust in and out of my vagina! He could enjoy the undulating stimulation of the sensitive glans and urethral opening sliding against my tight, elastic folds! And I enjoyed this stimulation too! Gong, apart from his honest, straightforward nature as a countryman, seemed inferior to He in every other way. Gong only discovered my secret one night, two months before He found out about our relationship. At that time, He was in Beijing for about ten days in a row, and Gong had no chance. He was burning with impatience, and finally, during the ten minutes he waited for Chu Chu at the kindergarten gate, Gong ignored my objections and forcibly put his hand between my legs on the passenger seat... I clearly remember there was a group of parents picking up their children outside the car window, and their voices clearly entered the car. None of them could believe that the beautiful woman they often chatted with while waiting for her child was trembling as a driver inserted his finger into her private parts! Because it was broad daylight, I was unusually tense, and Gong could only manage to insert one finger, mimicking the piston-like motion of a penis. At that moment, Gong finally discovered the secret inside my vagina. "Oh my god, sis, your pussy is so rough! It's rough, and so elastic..." I quickly stopped Gong's exclamation, ashamed. I even suspected that people outside the car had heard what Gong said. Because I saw the two closest female parents turn their heads in surprise and look into the car. Fortunately, Gong's arm, which was between my legs, was covered by Chu Chu's coat. Only Gong knew that between my spread legs under my long skirt was a muddy mess, and my underwear was soaking wet. "Puss"—before, in my mind, was an extremely vulgar and shameless word that was difficult to utter! Gong, however, had a catchphrase: when he wanted to have sex, he'd say, "Sister, let's fuck!" In bed, he'd praise me by saying, "Sister, I love your slutty cunt so much!" For Gong, who came from the countryside, the most apt description he could think of was, "You big slut, I'll fuck your cunt raw today!"... It took me a long time to barely accept Gong's vulgar language. It took me a long time to realize that the "slutty cunt" Gong was referring to both me and my vagina! I didn't deliberately ask Gong to act refined like He, constantly saying things like "beautiful woman, goddess, holy goddess..." in bed. He was already hypocritical enough; why should I make Gong abandon his rural straightforwardness and become as hypocritical as He? When Chuchu got in the car, the sharp-nosed Chuchu was still asking me, "Mommy, what's that smell in the car, Mommy? Why is your face so red?" Luckily, Gong cleverly took out perfume and sprayed it everywhere. "Chuchu, smell it, is it Uncle Gong's perfume...?" That's how he covered it up. "My vagina is about to be ripped apart by the German!" For the first time, I blurted out that word involuntarily, just like Gong, without even thinking about why I could say it. I was horrified to discover that the German's hard penis had already exceeded the maximum depth that He and Gong had been able to penetrate, and it showed no signs of stopping! What was terrifying was that I saw at least a fist's length of the German's penis still protruding from my vagina! Even more terrifying was that I felt the German's glans almost touching my cervix! The meatus of the glans was right against the small opening of the cervix! Physiologically speaking, a woman's uterus almost never comes into contact with foreign objects. I had only experienced the excruciating pain of having a stainless steel suction tube inserted through the cervix to remove the unformed placenta during two previous abortions, especially the excruciating pain of scraping with a steel spoon at the very end. Now, a glans much thicker than the suction tube and the steel spoon was about to force its way in, which made me scream in terror. "Stoop!""!" The German clearly understood the reason for my fear and didn't force it in again. Instead, he slowly withdrew half of his penis, pulling out the pink flesh inside my vagina. Before I could catch my breath, the German thrust forward again, plunging his penis in once more. My full, bright red labia were instantly squeezed into two pitiful pancakes. The penis went in even deeper than before, the glans pressing against the hemispherical cervix at the end of my vagina. "Ah...!" "I cried out loudly. The German thrust slowly and firmly, one powerful stroke after another. My head was held up, and I watched as my delicate labia turned blood red, rolling in and out with each thrust of his penis. The pink flesh was squeezed into my body by the thick shaft and then pulled out again. My entire tender, slippery vulva was stretched almost to translucent, and sticky fluid kept seeping from the gap between our bodies. The German's movements remained firm and powerful, as if he wanted to pierce through my body. My hands were already gripping the base of the German's thick shaft, which acted as a cushion; otherwise, my cervix would have been pierced by him. The German finally released my head, allowing me to watch him thrust into me without having to endure such a strenuous position. He also freed his hands to caress my breasts. After the initial intense pain, I had become accustomed to the German's thrusting. The squeezing sensation in my vagina had greatly lessened, and the pain was gradually subsiding." Little by little, my screams gradually subsided into weak moans. The most painful moment was finally over. It seemed Juan was right; no matter how thick a man's penis is, a woman's can accommodate it. When I first slept with He, I was in excruciating pain, unable to bear it at all, but I quickly adapted. Juan was right; women's adaptability is always very strong! Slowly, I was surprised to find that the sensation in my lower body began to change. That piercing pain gradually transformed into a stimulation I was quite familiar with—the sexual stimulation I had only experienced when making love with He and Gong. That thick penis made me feel incredibly full, even suffocating. This stimulation grew stronger and stronger as the German's movements quickened. I didn't want this German to see my passionate side, so I tried my best to suppress any sounds of pleasure, but the heavy breathing from my nose sounded like the wanton moans of pleasure during sex, regardless of... There was no way to hide it. What surprised me even more was that I felt my breasts getting hot and swollen, my mammary glands extremely swollen, producing a bursting pain that was simply unbearable. It was like the engorgement I felt after giving birth to Chuchu, when the milk couldn't be expressed and I experienced the pain of weaning. And this German man, quite conveniently, stopped massaging my breasts, while my swollen breasts desperately craved his large hands to massage them vigorously. The German man grabbed one of my hands and placed it on my breast. I understood his intention and instinctively placed my other hand on my breast as well, trying to massage my own breasts for the first time in my life. I knew how He and Gong usually massaged my breasts for the most comfortable feeling, but I didn't have time to imitate their movements. I simply squeezed my full breasts hard; only in this way could I relieve the bursting pain. My strict family upbringing had instilled in me a proud, aloof, and self-centered personality. I would never have believed before that I would act this way in front of a man. She was making lewd movements, squeezing her breasts. For the first time, I doubted my own self-esteem. When He discovered my secret with Gong, I didn't think it hurt my pride, but now… was I really a slut, a whore…? Without my hands blocking the way below, the German's thrusts went deeper and deeper… “Wow—” I suddenly screamed, all the muscles in my body tensed up violently, like an electric shock. My lower abdomen and thighs spasmed violently, my head swayed back and forth uncontrollably, and the hands squeezing my breasts gripped the sheets on either side of my body tightly, my fingers stiff and knotted. The German's penis forced its way past the cervix and into my uterus! A woman's uterus is extremely sensitive and delicate! The penetration of the cervix made me feel an extreme, agonizing pain that trembled all over my body. The uterine walls convulsed violently under the impact of the glans, producing excruciating pain like childbirth. “Ah… ah… it hurts… it hurts so much… no!” "I instinctively screamed in Chinese. The German's heavy body pressed down on me, temporarily stopping thrusting, his glans inside my cervix, giving me a moment to catch my breath and adjust. I gasped for air like a fish thrown ashore, thankfully the German wasn't moving. I could feel my cervix gripping his egg-sized glans like a small mouth, and the walls of my cervix were throbbing intensely. The German didn't move for a while, only tenderly kissing my wet cheeks and panting mouth. After what seemed like an eternity, I slowly felt the pain in my cervix gradually disappear, slowly replaced by a tingling, numb sensation, like dozens, even hundreds of ants wriggling there." A tingling sensation spread from my lower body to my head, almost making me go limp. A terrible thought surfaced in my mind: Why isn't this German moving? I involuntarily twisted my waist slightly. The German noticed my subtle movement, smiled smugly, propped himself up, and began to slowly thrust... It was the first time a man had penetrated me so deeply, reaching my cervix. The German's thrusting motion gave me a feeling I had never experienced before, like a giant hand grabbing and kneading me. Gradually, I couldn't resist this inexplicable feeling, coupled with the swelling in my chest, and I began to knead my breasts again. For the first time, I felt weak! Beneath the man... A sense of submission! Even when He penetrated me before, and I felt inexplicably unhappy, He would obediently pull out, even if he was about to ejaculate! Perhaps it was because He loved me and indulged my every whim, or perhaps he subconsciously harbored a sense of inferiority towards me that he'd had since university. As for that Gong, once inside, he stubbornly refused to come out, and I couldn't be bothered to argue with him; once inside, I let him do as he pleased. After all, Gong's behavior was just the cunning typical of rural people, and I just laughed it off. My privileged family background, good education, and constant exposure to important figures and grand occasions from a young age made me poised and confident, whether performing on stage or interacting with strangers. My arrogance was undeniable. My beauty, poise, and background made all the men around me subservient to me, fostering an arrogant personality. In my studies and work, this arrogance made me appear aloof and unapproachable, difficult to get close to. I knew this about myself, and I tried to lower my stance, but to outsiders, I remained an ice queen. Even my walk was seen as arrogant. I truly didn't understand why walking with my head held high attracted so much criticism. Even after I became familiar with Gong, she finally dared to say to me, "Sister, you don't know how much you value. You always wear sunglasses when you go out, and you always walk with your head held high, even the sound of your high heels on the ground sounds so impressive!" "Sister, do you know how important you are to outsiders… Sister, you've never even given me a second glance before, really…" "Sister, do you remember when you scolded me? That time I accidentally bumped into Chu Chu… You got angry, so fierce! I was so scared I didn't dare breathe!" "I was so scared I almost cried..." I really don't understand why outsiders have this perception; it's just my walking habit. And when Gong said I scolded him, I was just criticizing Gong a few times based on the facts. Maybe it's really my personality; I've never truly been afraid of anyone in my life, until today, facing this German. And now, facing this German, for the first time, I feel awe! A sense of submission to the strong! A sense of submission to a man! Now, every time the German's penis withdraws, I feel an immense emptiness inside, a longing for it to thrust in quickly. Thrust in hard! Thrust in deeper! My cries are no longer just in pain; they begin to contain a little release, a hint of satisfaction, completely different from the screams I made earlier when I couldn't withstand the tearing penetration of the German's penis. I am aware of the surging desire and the sounds that burst from my mouth. We were both shocked and ashamed, but I couldn't control myself. My body involuntarily moved in and out in rhythm with the German's penis, and my moans grew louder and louder. How could I be so lewd? With each "slap slap" of the impact, I felt my full breasts bobbing wildly up and down with the German's thrusts, as if they were about to fly off my chest, the muscles at the base of my breasts aching from the throbbing. With a "pop," the German pulled his wet penis out of my vagina with difficulty, like the sound of champagne being popped. I knew the German wasn't wearing a condom because I hadn't asked him to at first! Having sex without a condom had always been a perk He had longed for. Before, I was afraid of an unwanted pregnancy and always asked He to wear a condom, only rewarding him with unprotected sex when I was particularly aroused and felt it was safe. But since 3... After that unplanned pregnancy before the New Year, He never received such a reward again. I always insisted that Gong use condoms, only allowing him to penetrate me directly a few times when I thought it was a safe period. But I never expected that fate would still let me get pregnant with his child. Now I'm going to destroy all of this, He. What your father once cherished so much, I'll destroy bit by bit! He, your few experiences with internal ejaculation will soon be far surpassed! The German man, pulling out his penis, easily flipped me over, making me lie face down on the bed, then lightly patted my buttocks. I quickly understood the German man's intention; he wanted to enter me from behind! But I was completely unsure about this position.When I was 18, I accidentally stumbled upon a couple having an affair deep in the woods of a park. The woman was crawling on the ground like a dog, and the man was thrusting into her from behind. It was just like the scene I'd accidentally seen at a friend's house where a female and male dog were mating! From then on, I felt extremely disgusted by any similar position; it would remind me of that couple, those mating dogs! The German man was a little impatient with my hesitation and refusal, and he slapped my buttocks twice heavily. Although I was disgusted by the position, my buttocks obediently stuck out. I now had an instinctive sense of submission to this German man; I dared not refuse his request. Why do men like to make women adopt this position! Hands on the ground, knees bent, lying prone, looking like a clean-shaven, beautiful female dog. A female dog, at least that's how I felt at that moment. He also liked this position, but he only did it twice: once in 1995 in his Shanghai dormitory the night I lost my virginity to him, and the other time was on our wedding night in 1998. Although He always wanted to try it again, I felt aversion to this position and never agreed to do it with him again. Until I met Gong. Perhaps Gong was truly my nemesis from a past life. My pride and nobility could not intimidate Gong. Every time, Gong would ask for more! Many of my firsts were taken by him through Gong's persistent pleading. In the bathroom, in the office, in the car, in the wild... Gong used this position most often, with me kneeling in front of him like a female dog. When not in bed, this position is the most convenient for both men and women. I suddenly understood the scene I had witnessed when I was 6 years old, and why the couple in the bushes used this position! Suddenly, my heart clenched with a sharp pain. Chu Chu! A year ago, Chu Chu, also 6 years old, accidentally stumbled upon me kneeling on the bed like a female dog being penetrated by Gong standing behind me! Although I temporarily fooled Chuchu with the lie of "playing games with Uncle Gong," Chuchu will eventually understand what her mother and Uncle Gong were doing! I dare not imagine what impact that scene will have on Chuchu's life. Chuchu, the person I'm most sorry for is you! "Ah—" The German's renewed penetration made me scream, and I no longer thought about my guilt. All my consciousness was focused on the place where the German's penis had penetrated. The depth of penetration from behind is much greater than in other positions, and I clearly felt that the impact and stimulation were much stronger. The German thrust his thick penis into my high-raised buttocks like a victorious general riding his warhorse. The "slap slap" sound of the penis hitting my buttocks was like a long whip galloping across the battlefield. I suddenly understood why men like to call women "horse"! I finally couldn't resist the strong impact of the German's penetration into my uterus. My hands couldn't support my body, and my upper body went limp on the bed. "Oh—" My hair was pulled upwards from behind by the German, like a real horse's reins. I was forced to lift my head again, gritting my teeth and using my trembling hands to support my upper body. In this German's eyes, this Eastern beauty was like a horse beneath him, at his mercy. I have to admit this German really knew how to play. I suddenly felt pressure pressing down on me from behind, and the weight was increasing. The German grabbed my shoulders and gradually lifted my legs off the bed, his entire body pressing down on my full buttocks. Because of the man's weight, my knees sank deep into the mattress, my legs were pressed into a large "V" shape, split at a 120-degree angle. Incredibly, the German's penis remained inside my vagina throughout this process! Now I understand how tiring it is to be completely pressed down by a large man. Now, thinking back to the second time last April at the Bishui Manor villa in Changping, where I was ridden by Gong as compensation, compared to Gong's weight, the Changping experience was nothing! Previously, Gong's suggestion to have his child made me decide to break up with him, and I wrote him a letter with a heavy heart. For the next two days after receiving the letter, no matter how much he begged, I refused his persistent demands. On the third day after writing the letter, out of guilt and a desire to make amends, I only agreed to have sex with Gong one last time! No matter what Gong did! That day, Gong drove my white Crown at breakneck speed all the way to the Bishui Manor villa in Changping. Five days earlier, it was the first time I took Gong to this elegant suburban villa that He and I shared, and it was on that night that Gong first suggested I have his child! I admit that I was very happy when I was with Gong. I loved lying in his arms listening to him dream about the future, and I loved listening to him tell stories of his interesting childhood… but I never really thought about having children for him! But I really don't understand Gong's thinking, this country bumpkin. Why does a woman who loves someone have to leave a child for that person? If she doesn't, it proves she doesn't love him! Gong, do you really not know I love you? I abandoned worldly dignity and shame, giving you the most precious things a woman can have. Isn't that enough to prove I love you, Gong? I really don't understand why you insist on using me bearing your child to prove my true feelings. If… if I could really marry you, I would definitely have a bunch of children for you! It's just a pity that we both already have families, and we can't be together, not because of the huge difference in social status! That night, for the first time, I considered whether I should break up with Gong! In the end, I wrote Gong a breakup letter. The second time I returned to the Bishui Manor villa in Changping, Gong and I didn't sleep that night. I knew that Gong had secretly taken two Viagra pills, making him go crazy all night! Three times with condoms inside! One time with oral sex! One time with breast ejaculation! One time with anal sex! I understand Gong's madness. Not being able to be with the woman he loves is already a kind of helplessness and pain, and now to end our relationship is even more cruel to him. I could feel Gong's madness. After three ejaculations, Gong pressed my body down on all fours like a female dog, his large buttocks straddling my slender waist. He pulled my long hair like reins, and then slapped my round buttocks hard with his hands, shouting "Giddy up—oh whoosh—" as if he were truly riding a tamed "mare." He made me carry him up and down the second floor of the villa... I didn't reprimand Gong for his excessive behavior. Gong always believed that I had deceived his feelings and hurt him. I didn't want Gong to misunderstand me further! I could only let him act so recklessly, something He Lian wouldn't even dare to imagine! To compensate Gong, to prove that I hadn't deceived his feelings, that night I even accepted Gong's perverted request! I endured the excruciating pain as Gong's penis was forcibly inserted into my anus... This was the last request Gong made before breaking up. I just wanted to completely hide this matter, to end things with Gong completely before He found out, and to return to our previous peaceful life. But He's premature discovery disrupted my plans... Actually, I should have noticed He's unusual behavior much earlier. I remember clearly that He returned from Shenzhen on March 12th last year. That evening, I planned to reward him handsomely because of his hard work in Shenzhen and my guilt towards him regarding my affair with Gong. Like on our wedding night, I would satisfy him whether he wanted internal ejaculation or doggy style. That day, I deliberately permed my hair, turning my straight long hair into sexy waves. Although I'm 31, I still maintain the appearance of my student days, except my breasts are fuller. I still have the appearance of my student days, only with a touch more maturity and a more mature, womanly charm. But that night, no matter how hard my fair, full, and slender body tried on He, he couldn't achieve a full erection... Actually, I should have suspected He knew something then, but alas... Actually, I should have been more alert then, and broken up with Gong earlier. Everything could still be salvaged. After all, He loved me so much; even if he heard a little rumor, he wouldn't believe it. If it weren't for those stockings a month later, He wouldn't have suspected anything so early. Because of Gong's matter, I always felt a little guilty towards He, so that day I volunteered to help He with public relations for several important clients. That day, I wore a light pink to off-white Meridow suit, my long, straight legs under the short skirt were even more eye-catching in flesh-colored stockings, paired with Burberry high heels in the same color as the suit, my hair piled high, my appearance and temperament were impeccable. Several men at the dinner table were infatuated with me, and I helped He close the deal in one meal. My beauty that day made the clients infatuated, and it also made Gong, who was waiting for He in the lobby, burning with desire. After seeing He off, Gong rushed into my manager's office like a rapist. He forcibly pressed me down on the desk, lifted my Meridow...I was wearing a short skirt, frantically pulling off my flesh-colored pantyhose, just like the first time. It was the first time in the office, fully clothed, standing and leaning over the desk, that Gong brutally entered me from behind… Afterwards, He unexpectedly returned to retrieve some documents. I was thankful I had calmly made up an excuse, and because of He's sudden appearance, I forgot to check my pantyhose. The stockings Gong had roughly pulled off had a long, unraveling run at the buttocks… That night, He specifically asked me why I was still wearing the unraveling pantyhose. Although I evaded the question, I knew in my heart that He was starting to suspect something. Is this fate? If I had realized it sooner, if I had broken up with Gong sooner, none of this would have happened, and I wouldn't be lying under this German tonight! He, why are you so heartless? When you saw my voice message, why didn't you come to Germany to see me? You promised to come to Germany to watch the World Cup with me. Why haven't you come to see me after all this time? He, not only did you not give me a way out, you removed the ladder and got together with Juan! He, I hate you! Gong, you're not even a man! You ran away with your tail between your legs after being detained by He. Where's your courage to chase me back then? He, Gong, Juan, Dad, you're the ones who drove me down this path! Otherwise, I would have been ravaged and raped by this German. This is truly ravaging me! I stared helplessly at the German's thick penis lying on the bed. We'd been doing this for over an hour, and I'd lost count of how many orgasms I'd had. My body felt like it had no bones left; I had no strength left. And this German still hadn't gone limp! The German wanted me to sit on him. I knew this position would allow his penis to penetrate as deeply as possible into my uterus! But I really didn't have the strength to sit on his penis. The German supported my body and pressed me onto his penis. My legs were too weak to support my body; relying solely on my body weight, I managed to drive the German's penis deep into my uterus. The German man supported my limp body, his buttocks rising and falling, violently tossing me up and down… I had lost consciousness, lost all self-respect, only able to let out instinctive, hoarse howls, like a mother beast howling desperately before being killed… Three hours later, I finally managed to get up and stand under the showerhead. I was sticky all over, still reeking of the German man's foul body odor and semen. In the bathroom mirror, the tall, alluring Asian woman's snow-white, full body was covered in bruises. Her nipples, still as fresh as a young girl's rose color, were still embarrassingly swollen and erect, one of them broken and bleeding. Her two full, firm breasts were covered with bluish-red marks. Her legs were too weak to close, spread apart in an embarrassing position, revealing the mysterious paradise at the base of her thighs. Because of the madness, her beautiful garden was a mess, the black hair on it disheveled and covered with all sorts of filth. Her mons pubis was swollen and red, her labia deformed from the swelling, and dried semen from a man was everywhere between her legs, a white, sticky residue clinging to her inner thighs like dried paste. Under the bathroom light, it was particularly glaring. I had to wash myself clean! But could I still wash myself clean? Hot water flowed down her body's curves from head to toe, and that beautiful Eastern woman slowly reappeared in the mirror… Her full breasts were still firm, her slender waist had no excess fat, and her long, straight legs, when pressed together, showed almost no cracks. Turning around, a perfect curve ran from her neck to her waist, her full, upturned buttocks beautifully transitioning to her ankles, and the small birthmark on her left buttock added to her sexiness. Juan had once told me that a woman's aging first shows on her buttocks; the gradually losing elasticity of the muscles would cause the flesh on her full buttocks to sag. After giving birth to Chuchu, I felt my buttocks weren't as attractive as before; they had sagged a bit. But He said it was the same as before. Perhaps from that time on, He began to become hypocritical, and started saying hypocritical things to me. I used to ask Gong to check my figure in the morning to see if I had aged or if my buttocks had sagged. Looking back now, it seems a bit like self-deception. How could Gong know what my body was like before? As a result, I did as Gong asked, turning my buttocks towards him, which actually tempted him. Gong pinned me down on the bed like a female dog, and I was penetrated from behind for the first time! There's no going back! I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror again. It seemed that nothing had changed over the years; I was still as beautiful as ever. My long hair, three parts straight and seven parts curly, couldn't hide my naturally beautiful face. My almond-shaped eyes under my double eyelids, my straight nose, and my thin lips were evenly distributed on my full, oval face. For years, this sexy body and beautiful face had made it impossible for He to resist this "temptation"! But this beauty would no longer belong to He! A few days later, who will I belong to again—white, black, yellow, or Chinese? He, Gong, Dad? When you know they stripped me naked in my "Versace" women's clothing and entered my body again and again, how will you feel? The thought of being penetrated by a man again made my throbbing body even more sensitive. My full breasts, kneaded by that German, seemed to have swelled even more, appearing unusually full, just like when I was pregnant with Gong's child, my breasts developed abnormally. Several hours passed, and my two nipples awkwardly stood erect from their still engorged areolas, swollen and alluring, painfully swollen! For the first time in my life! My hands finally carefully pinched my nipples, hard and swollen, the folds on the nipples stretched open. My nipples hurt so much! I tried to pinch them harder with my fingers. "Oh—" I couldn't help but groan. The hard rubbing with my fingers relieved the soreness and discomfort in my nipples and breasts! My hands involuntarily increased their force and speed… “Ah—” As I rubbed my nipples, I felt my vagina contract suddenly, like an electric shock… This was the simple pleasure of lust! I closed my eyes, and under the impact of the water, my hands began to vigorously rub my swollen breasts, my body began to tremble… Men! Any man can give me lustful pleasure! No feeling needed! No emotion needed!An hour later, I finally managed to get up and stand under the showerhead. I was sticky all over, still reeking of the German's unpleasant body odor and semen. The tall, alluring Asian woman in the bathroom mirror had a snow-white, full body covered in bruises. Her nipples, still a fresh, rosy color like a young girl's, were still embarrassingly swollen and erect; one nipple was broken and bleeding. Her two full, firm breasts were covered in bluish-red marks. Her legs were too weak to close, spread apart in an awkward position, revealing her secret paradise at the base of her thighs. Because of the frenzy, her beautiful garden was a mess, her dark pubic hair disheveled and covered in all sorts of filth. Her mons pubis was swollen and red, her labia deformed from the swelling, and dried semen was everywhere between her legs, a white, sticky residue clinging to her inner thighs like dried paste. The bathroom light was blindingly bright. I had to wash myself clean! But could I even wash myself clean? Hot water flowed down my body's curves from head to toe, and the beautiful young woman from the East slowly reappeared in the mirror… Her full breasts remained firm, her slender waist had no excess fat, and her long, straight legs, when pressed together, showed almost no cracks. Turning around, a perfect curve ran from her neck to her waist, her full, upturned buttocks beautifully transitioning to this curve down to her ankles. The small birthmark on her left buttock added to her sexiness. Juan had once told me that a woman's aging first shows on her buttocks; the gradually losing elasticity of the muscles would cause the flesh on her full buttocks to sag. After giving birth to Chuchu, I felt that my buttocks weren't as beautiful as before; they had sagged a bit. But He said they were the same as before. Perhaps from that time on, He had begun to become hypocritical, and started saying hypocritical things to me. I used to ask Gong to check my figure every morning when I woke up, to see if I'd aged or if my buttocks had sagged. Looking back, it seems like self-deception. How could Gong know what my body used to look like? As a result, I did as Gong asked, turning my buttocks towards him, which ironically became an attempt to seduce him. Gong pinned me down on the bed like a female dog, and it was the first time he penetrated me from behind! There's no going back! I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror again. It seemed I hadn't changed at all over the years; I was still as beautiful as ever. My long hair, three parts straight and seven parts wavy, couldn't hide my naturally beautiful face. My almond-shaped eyes under double eyelids, my straight nose, and my thin lips were evenly distributed on my full, oval face. For years, this sexy body and beautiful face had been irresistible to He! But this beauty would no longer belong to He! A few days later, who will I belong to again—white, black, yellow, or Chinese? He, Gong, Dad? When you know they stripped me naked in my "Versace" women's clothing and entered my body again and again, how will you feel? The thought of being penetrated by a man again made my throbbing body even more sensitive. My full breasts, kneaded by that German, seemed to have swelled even more, appearing unusually full, just like when I was pregnant with Gong's child, my breasts developed abnormally. Several hours passed, and my two nipples awkwardly stood erect from their still engorged areolas, swollen and alluring, painfully swollen! For the first time in my life! My hands finally carefully pinched my nipples, hard and swollen, the folds on the nipples stretched open. My nipples hurt so much! I tried to pinch them harder with my fingers. "Oh—" I couldn't help but groan. The hard rubbing with my fingers relieved the soreness and discomfort in my nipples and breasts! My hands involuntarily increased their force and speed… “Ah—” As I rubbed my nipples, I felt my vagina contract suddenly, like an electric shock… This was the simple pleasure of lust! I closed my eyes, and under the impact of the water, my hands began to vigorously rub my swollen breasts, my body began to tremble… Men! Any man can give me lustful pleasure! No feeling needed! No emotion needed!An hour later, I finally managed to get up and stand under the showerhead. I was sticky all over, still reeking of the German's unpleasant body odor and semen. The tall, alluring Asian woman in the bathroom mirror had a snow-white, full body covered in bruises. Her nipples, still a fresh, rosy color like a young girl's, were still embarrassingly swollen and erect; one nipple was broken and bleeding. Her two full, firm breasts were covered in bluish-red marks. Her legs were too weak to close, spread apart in an awkward position, revealing her secret paradise at the base of her thighs. Because of the frenzy, her beautiful garden was a mess, her dark pubic hair disheveled and covered in all sorts of filth. Her mons pubis was swollen and red, her labia deformed from the swelling, and dried semen was everywhere between her legs, a white, sticky residue clinging to her inner thighs like dried paste. The bathroom light was blindingly bright. I had to wash myself clean! But could I even wash myself clean? Hot water flowed down my body's curves from head to toe, and the beautiful young woman from the East slowly reappeared in the mirror… Her full breasts remained firm, her slender waist had no excess fat, and her long, straight legs, when pressed together, showed almost no cracks. Turning around, a perfect curve ran from her neck to her waist, her full, upturned buttocks beautifully transitioning to this curve down to her ankles. The small birthmark on her left buttock added to her sexiness. Juan had once told me that a woman's aging first shows on her buttocks; the gradually losing elasticity of the muscles would cause the flesh on her full buttocks to sag. After giving birth to Chuchu, I felt that my buttocks weren't as beautiful as before; they had sagged a bit. But He said they were the same as before. Perhaps from that time on, He had begun to become hypocritical, and started saying hypocritical things to me. I used to ask Gong to check my figure every morning when I woke up, to see if I'd aged or if my buttocks had sagged. Looking back, it seems like self-deception. How could Gong know what my body used to look like? As a result, I did as Gong asked, turning my buttocks towards him, which ironically became an attempt to seduce him. Gong pinned me down on the bed like a female dog, and it was the first time he penetrated me from behind! There's no going back! I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror again. It seemed I hadn't changed at all over the years; I was still as beautiful as ever. My long hair, three parts straight and seven parts wavy, couldn't hide my naturally beautiful face. My almond-shaped eyes under double eyelids, my straight nose, and my thin lips were evenly distributed on my full, oval face. For years, this sexy body and beautiful face had been irresistible to He! But this beauty would no longer belong to He! A few days later, who will I belong to again—white, black, yellow, or Chinese? He, Gong, Dad? When you know they stripped me naked in my "Versace" women's clothing and entered my body again and again, how will you feel? The thought of being penetrated by a man again made my throbbing body even more sensitive. My full breasts, kneaded by that German, seemed to have swelled even more, appearing unusually full, just like when I was pregnant with Gong's child, my breasts developed abnormally. Several hours passed, and my two nipples awkwardly stood erect from their still engorged areolas, swollen and alluring, painfully swollen! For the first time in my life! My hands finally carefully pinched my nipples, hard and swollen, the folds on the nipples stretched open. My nipples hurt so much! I tried to pinch them harder with my fingers. "Oh—" I couldn't help but groan. The hard rubbing with my fingers relieved the soreness and discomfort in my nipples and breasts! My hands involuntarily increased their force and speed… “Ah—” As I rubbed my nipples, I felt my vagina contract suddenly, like an electric shock… This was the simple pleasure of lust! I closed my eyes, and under the impact of the water, my hands began to vigorously rub my swollen breasts, my body began to tremble… Men! Any man can give me lustful pleasure! No feeling needed! No emotion needed!

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