[Older Man, Younger Woman] (Ah Zhen, a Beautiful Young Wife) (40) Author: baxx1979

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Author: baxx1979
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It turned out the person knocking on the door was the downstairs neighbor. Because the house was full of water, it had leaked downstairs. The neighbor looked at the old beggar
with suspicion and shouted angrily, "Old man! Get this water away! Damn it, do you want
to drown us?!" "Uh, uh, okay, okay, I'll get it right now..." The old beggar immediately smiled bitterly and returned to his old and
frail appearance, completely different from the fierce and mad dog-like appearance he had just a few minutes ago.

The downstairs neighbor cursed and swore for several minutes. Ah Zhen, hiding in the room, listened to it more and more and more outrageous. She really
wanted to rush out and yell at this shameless person who had done so to her man, but she knew that if she went out, this
matter would be exposed. Under the current circumstances, she could not do such a thing.

Finally, the old beggar saw the people downstairs off, loudly cursing his bad
luck. He closed the door and turned back to see Ah Zhen looking at him with deep affection. He no longer had the heart to bother her, but the clever and obedient Ah Zhen remained silent. She tidied
the clothes the old beggar had torn to shreds, rolled up her sleeves, and pulled up her trousers to help wash away the dirty water.

The old beggar, fearing further trouble from downstairs, also helped diligently. Ah Zhen worked up a sweat,
her clothes soaked through, but like an understanding wife, she remained silent and focused on her work. Finally, by dusk
, the water was cleared away.

Then, Ah Zhen deftly took out the beef she had bought and went straight to the kitchen to get busy again. The old beggar watched
, feeling quite content. Humming a little tune, he crossed his legs, smoking a cigarette, watching the woman swaying her hips in the kitchen.
He felt very comfortable. Having a woman in the house was wonderful, especially such a beautiful woman. What did that fool call this
woman again? "Fairy sister, hahaha," the old beggar thought smugly, unable to suppress a laugh. This
drew a glare from Ah Zhen in the kitchen, who wondered what he was thinking.

After finishing their meal, Ah Zhen checked the time. She'd been busy all afternoon and evening; it was already 9 pm.
The sweat mixed with Ah Zhen's natural scent was unpleasant for her, but for the man, it was a different kind of
beauty.

"I...I'm going back. You...take care of yourself..." Ah Zhen said, looking up at the old beggar.

"Ah, you're leaving?" The old beggar was a little reluctant. This was the first time he'd spent so much
time , and living there so intimately. He finally felt a sense of home,
and now that Ah Zhen was leaving, he was indeed a little sad.

"Yes, it's so late. I'm dirty, I need to go back and wash up..." Ah Zhen looked at the old man with a worried expression.
She wasn't really willing either, but her inner pride still held her ground. In truth
, the old beggar only needed one sentence to change her mind immediately; she was actually waiting for that sentence.

Seeing the old beggar's silence, Ah Zhen grew anxious. She actually wanted to stay, but often things just depended on
a single sentence.

"I...I really want to go!" Ah Zhen was truly desperate. "Oh..." The old beggar rarely dealt with interpersonal relationships,
and in his mind, such treatment was unheard of. A woman asking for his opinion was such a fantasy.
He had initially lied to Ah Zhen, but now that she had truly
fallen for the lie, he couldn't control himself. He couldn't even say "Don't go"; he
genuinely didn't know how to speak.

Seeing this, Ah Zhen sighed. She was, after all, a proud woman. She turned, grabbed her bag, and went out.
Just as she was about to close the door, she stole a glance at the old beggar. Unexpectedly, the old man was smoking silently with his head down
, looking sullen—just like the one who had wanted to eat her breasts but couldn't earlier. This made
Ah Zhen chuckle.

Laughter can resolve everything, and it was true for both Ah Zhen and the old beggar. A laugh softened Ah Zhen's heart.
She thought, "This old man is truly pitiful. His life story is so tragic. He's probably not someone easy to talk to.
Why should I bother with him? Besides, nothing's wrong today..." Ah Zhen paused at the door, lost in thought.

Then, back in her room, Ah Zhen said, "Hmph, you're lucky. I feel so uncomfortable all over. I want to
take and then I'll go back inside." This really amused the old beggar. "Ha...really?
Really? You won't go? That's great, that's great..." The old beggar pounced on her.

"Ugh, I'm taking a shower...what are you doing..." Ah Zhen was hugged by the old beggar, feeling a sweet warmth in her heart.
It had been so long since a man had treated her like this. The feelings she had for the old beggar were filling
a void in her heart. Sometimes she would ask herself, the old beggar is so old and so dirty, but why doesn't she seem like
a flaw? In fact, all her flaws were masked by the old beggar's actions towards her.

The old beggar hugged Ah Zhen. "Don't shower, don't shower, you smell so good." He sniffed Ah Zhen from behind. Ah Zhen's feminine fragrance
was like heavenly food to the old beggar. Like a dog in heat, the old beggar rubbed
his Ah Zhen's upturned buttocks.

A strong, pungent odor of old man's urine immediately filled the room. Ah Zhen turned around abruptly to face the old beggar,
pointing her finger at his nose: "Hmph, annoying, if you don't want me to leave, why don't you say so? Hmph, why don't you
say so?" Like a flirtatious lover, Ah Zhen offered her body to the old beggar.

The old beggar didn't hold back. He was full and satisfied, and now his lust was at its peak. Faced with such a beautiful woman,
what was he waiting for? What else could he be waiting for? He bit
down hard on Ah Zhen's nipple, his yellow teeth and thick tongue directly engulfing her nipple, causing
Ah Zhen to shudder.

The two were still in the living room when Ah Zhen gently broke free. "Not here..." Ah Zhen didn't even look at the old beggar.
She put down her bag and walked into the old beggar's room without turning back. The old beggar followed behind,
letting pulled down his pants,
revealing a poisonous object dripping with a foul-smelling liquid.

...

The old beggar followed her into the room and saw Ah Zhen already sitting on the bed. The dim yellow light,
a bulb the old beggar had picked up from the street, wasn't very bright, but it shone brightly on Ah Zhen's fair
skin
. Ah Zhen watched him come in and took off her sweatpants. The old beggar had taken off these sweatpants before, but they were too tight, stretching Ah Zhen's beautiful, slender figure. Ah Zhen had wisely taken them off herself.

Her legs were long and beautiful, clad in white lace. Her lush, green garden peeked out from beneath her flat stomach
, creating a small mound – what a beautiful sight! She slowly rubbed her legs together, gently biting her lips
as she looked at the old beggar standing at the door. The old beggar was instantly captivated.

"Um…am I…am I beautiful?" Ah Zhen asked softly, looking at the stunned old beggar. "Beautiful, so beautiful,
a fairy... Ah

... Child... Mother of my child... Ah..." The old beggar answered with mixed feelings. On one hand, he
wondered if it was a dream that this beautiful woman would let him have her, and on the other hand, he was afraid of losing her and wanted to assert his
ownership, which was to have her pregnant with his child. Ah Zhen looked at the old man who kept thinking about having her have a child. Suddenly , she had many thoughts

about this poor old man. He was really pitiful, over eighty years old and had no children. Looking at the old beggar, Ah Zhen stretched out her arms and said, "Come..." The old beggar suddenly seemed to be decades younger and rushed into the arms of the charming Ah Zhen on the bed. He now knew how to enjoy Ah Zhen's tenderness. He murmured and rubbed against Ah Zhen's full body. Ah Zhen exuded maternal love and touched the old beggar's dirty and greasy hair. Some say that sex knows no age. Whether it's an eighty-year-old man with a twenty-year-old woman, men are always the submissive group in front of women. They need women's love, they need women's breasts. An eighty-year-old man also needs to suckle a twenty-year-old woman's nipples. This is a natural way of contact, and no one will change it . The old beggar was lying on Ah Zhen's body, smelling her fragrance. He was like a sleeping old lion stroking its master's dry mane. Ah Zhen's breasts were large, and the old beggar's head rested on them comfortably. Ah Zhen looked at the old man and felt a pang of sadness. She was already over eighty years old, and only now was she enjoying the taste of a woman. Fate had arranged for her to meet this old man, and she had no regrets. She remembered the first time she met this man, the way he held her bra and masturbated. She felt a sense of being loved. She couldn't help but embrace the old man, letting him rest more comfortably against her warm chest. Her hand gently reached behind her, wanting to unbutton his clothes so his face could press more comfortably against her warm bosom, but she couldn't reach him and had to give up, letting the old man slowly murmur against her body. She didn't know his past, but she had heard him tell his story; he had been bullied since childhood, his life had been difficult. Looking at this house that might one day belong to her, as a woman, Ah Zhen could only use her gentleness and strength to serve this man. Her initiative stemmed from the fact that her heart had unknowingly been deceived by the old beggar's lies. Ah Zhen parted her smooth, white thighs, and the old beggar knelt between them. Ah Zhen didn't mind stroking the old man's rough back. Under Ah Zhen's gentle hands, the old beggar gradually fell asleep. She was tired after a long day, and so was Ah Zhen . Seeing the old beggar sleeping soundly on her body, she knew this kind of security wasn't something she could do every day; now she needed to give him warmth more. Ah Zhen didn't dare wake him. As he snored away, she watched him, noticing his hand still clutching her breast . Ah Zhen smiled, "How annoying... even in your sleep you can't resist grabbing me..." she whispered, then playfully reached out and covered the old beggar's dark hand, grasping his fingers and gently touching her nipple. "Ah... ah..." It wasn't her own hand, but it was under her control, touching her nipple. It was so stimulating, giving Ah Zhen a wave of pleasure. But she didn't want to play around anymore, because the male on top of her was asleep, like a playful, kind wife. Ah Zhen stuck out her tongue, and soon she too drifted off to sleep ... (To be continued)

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