The Strange and Lustful Treasure Trove: The Wicked and Beautiful Woman

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I'm 28 years old, divorced, and my daughter was awarded to her father by the court. I used to work in a textile factory, but since some foreign products entered the market, the textile industry has experienced widespread layoffs, and I was swept up in the wave. Currently, I live alone in the provincial capital. To make a living, I've done many jobs: cleaner, dishwasher, factory worker, even a gatekeeper. Now I'm facing unemployment again. I wanted to apply for "minimum living allowance," but the labor department ultimately determined that I was "capable of working" and refused my application. I feel like I've reached a dead end. The sun is blazing. I walk alone on the street; it's so hot, even the ground feels like it's burning. I received my last month's salary from my boss, and his face still keeps appearing before my eyes—that annoying face—as he coldly said, "Sister Zhang, I can't help it. Business is bad now, and I can't support so many people..." I didn't say anything, picked up the meager amount of money, and resolutely walked away. I was thirsty and wanted to buy some water, so I headed straight for a small stall. "Excuse me, how much is a bottle of mineral water?" I asked. "Two yuan," a man said. I clutched the money in my bag, my palms slightly sweaty. I thought to myself: Two yuan is enough for a meal, I'd better not buy it. With that thought, I turned and walked away. Behind me, I heard a mocking voice: "Not even buying a bottle of water? What's the point of asking if you're not going to buy it! You're just bored..." I was already used to such mockery. This was the fate of the poor. Even the lowest of the low, as long as they were richer than you, could still humiliate you, and you had to endure it. I walked until I reached a park and suddenly noticed that a water tap for watering flowers was still running. Seeing the gushing water, I couldn't resist anymore. I quickly went over, grabbed the hose, and drank my fill! Ah! So refreshing! Looking at the lush flowers and plants, I suddenly felt that they were very happy, at least happier than me. When they were thirsty, they could drink freely; when they were hungry, someone would fertilize them; they could grow strong and healthy without having to worry about anything. I felt like I was less than a blade of grass… Back home, I lay on the worn-out sofa bed, counting the little money I had in my hand over and over again—it was never enough, never enough! This meant I would continue to starve! To suffer poverty! Suddenly! I went berserk, smashing everything in the room! Anything I could move, I smashed! I smashed this world! I smashed this society! This society where the poor have no way to survive! This cannibalistic society! I laughed wildly, and cried at the same time! I had only one word in my mind: hatred!!! After venting, I felt very comfortable, but also very tired, and I lay on the floor and fell into a deep sleep… When I woke up, the streetlights were already on. I fumbled for the light and turned it on in the dark, finding the room a mess, and I was very hungry. I managed to tidy up a bit, straightened my clothes, grabbed the money, and went out the door. 'I'll take it one day at a time, worry about tomorrow tomorrow, at least I can eat my fill today!' I thought to myself. Across from my building is a steamed bun shop. I've lived here for years, but I've never been inside. Today, however, I was drawn in by the fragrant aroma of the buns and went in. Wow, the shop was packed with people—men, women, young, and old, all sorts of people. I chose a corner to sit in and ordered eight buns. While I was waiting, I suddenly heard voices behind me: "Come on, Lao Xu, let's drink…we're brothers, no doubt about it…hey! What's troubling you? It's just that your son didn't do well on the college entrance exam…don't worry about it…we're going to Lao Liu's place later, I heard he's got some new girls…hey, let me tell you, old ones, young ones, promiscuous ones, not promiscuous ones, they've got it all!…I tried it last time! Holy crap! It was so much fun!!…" Listening to this, a thought suddenly occurred to me…I pretended not to notice and glanced back. Behind me sat two men in their thirties, the table piled high with empty bottles. Both were dressed fashionably, clearly the kind of people with a bit of money. A moment later, my steamed buns arrived. I wolfed them down. Once I was full, I paid, not caring how much it cost. My stomach felt a little upset, and I staggered out of the bun shop. Back home, I lay in bed, thinking about what the two men had said. "Is this really the only way I can go? There must be other ways, there must be!" I told myself. I thought about it carefully and finally thought of another way, but I broke out in a cold sweat! The other way was: death! ...No! I don't want to die! If I don't die, I have to find a way to survive! ...Now, I'm alive. Night falls, and the city lights come on again. I get out of bed, take a shower, and then make myself a decent dinner. After eating, I take a pair of trendy black pantyhose from the drawer, put them on in front of the mirror, and tsk! I looked at my beautiful figure, accentuated by black pantyhose, my curves truly on full display. I couldn't help but touch my high, full buttocks; the smooth, delicate feel of them encased in the tight stockings was intoxicating. Then I touched my front—my smooth abdomen, my firm thighs—and as I touched myself, I felt a slight dampness in my crotch. My two heavy breasts, with their red nipples, made me feel like I couldn't compare to even the most beautiful young girls. I gathered my long hair and looked at my face. A mature and charming woman! Ah! I was very satisfied with myself. I put on my bra; I heard it was a Japanese brand. The red bra made me even sexier. Over it, I wore a tight skirt. I like green, so I specifically chose a green tight skirt. "What shoes should I wear today? Professor Zhang said last time he liked sporty girls, so maybe I should wear a pair of sneakers." With that thought, I found a pair of white sneakers and put them on. And that made me dressed. I pulled out the note from my purse; it read: Professor Zhang, Room 203, Building 2, Huayin East Lane, 9 PM to 9 AM. Seeing the time was alright, I packed my things, grabbed my purse, and left home. My current company is called "Xiaojun Household Services Company." Their regular services include cooking, cleaning, elderly care, and patient care, but their main business is providing special services to some middle-class individuals—sexual services, of course. I was fortunate enough to join this company, but after a period of training, I gradually distinguished myself. Now, I earn over 2,000 yuan a month! And my skills are becoming increasingly proficient. As for Professor Zhang, he's a regular customer. Since my first visit, I've been to his house at least three times, and each time I've satisfied him. He particularly likes my bold and outspoken style. Of course, Professor Zhang is also very generous. With his professorship at the university, his monthly salary is as high as 8,000 yuan, so he always gives me generous tips, which always touches me deeply. Thinking about it, I went to Professor Zhang's house. I checked my watch; it was exactly nine o'clock, the time when everyone was gathered around the television. I knocked gently on the door. "Who is it?" a middle-aged man's voice called from inside. "It's me, Bitch Hair," I said as quietly as possible. "Bitch Hair" was the name Professor Zhang had given me; he required me to refer to myself as "Bitch Hair" whenever I came to his house to provide services. The door opened, and a chubby man appeared inside—it was Professor Zhang. Professor Zhang was smiling, wearing only a nightgown. When he saw me, he quickly ushered me into the room and then locked the door. Professor Zhang lived in a three-bedroom apartment provided by the university, over 90 square meters in size, and beautifully decorated. As I walked in, I said, "Professor, what's up? Is your wife away on a business trip?" Professor Zhang's wife was also a university lecturer and frequently traveled for work, which was why Professor Zhang dared to invite me over so boldly. However, I had heard that Professor Zhang was henpecked and often scolded by his wife. Professor Zhang replied, "That old woman is finally away on a business trip! So annoying! She nags me all day long. You're so much better; you always do what I want." Entering the room, I took off my sneakers. Professor Zhang's living room had a thick carpet, very soft to the touch. I sat on the carpet, and Professor Zhang sat beside me, pulling me into his arms and whispering, "My dear, I've missed you so much these past few days! I've missed you so much I can't eat or sleep." I looked at Professor Zhang's chubby face like a little bird nestled against him, pouting, and said, "Professor, I've missed you too. I think about you every day, about all the things we did together, about those good times. Let's not waste any more time, come on." I seduced Professor Zhang. Professor Zhang seemed very excited and said, "Shall we play horseback riding again?" I said, "Anything is fine, just don't let me leave you..." Professor Zhang looked at me and suddenly pushed me onto the carpet... I took off my skirt and bra, leaving me only in black pantyhose. Then I lay on the carpet waiting for Professor Zhang to mount me. Professor Zhang seemed very engrossed. He gathered my long hair together and tied it with a piece of yarn, then went outside, picked up one of my sneakers, and carefully sniffed the insole. Disappointed, he said, "It doesn't smell much. Is it a new shoe?" I shook my hair and said, "Professor, you didn't make me wear my old shoes. I should have worn those." Professor Zhang suddenly smiled and said, "I knew it. Come, see what I prepared for you." After saying that, Professor Zhang took out a pair of brown women's socks from his wardrobe. I leaned over and smelled them; they smelled a bit bad. Professor ZhangHe said to me, "Hey, pubic hair, come on, suck on it." Then, Professor Zhang stuffed the toe of his sock into my mouth. He turned around and "rode" onto my back, pulling my hair, which was bunched up. To say he rode was an understatement; he was practically straddling my back, because Professor Zhang was quite heavy, and if he put all his weight on my back, he'd crush me. While pulling my hair, Professor Zhang raised his hand and slapped my plump buttocks, tightly encased in black stockings, hard. "Smack!" A loud, crisp sound rang out. Professor Zhang excitedly exclaimed, "Oh! Riding a horse! Oh!" So, with the smelly sock in my mouth, I crawled on the floor, step by step. Professor Zhang happily slapped my plump buttocks, the room filled with the crisp "smack, smack, smack" sounds accompanied by my groans as my buttocks were slapped. I crawled around the room a few times. Professor Zhang, panting, said to me, "Stop, stop, let me rest for a bit." I stopped, and Professor Zhang plopped down on the carpet. He looked at me with the smelly sock in my mouth and laughed, saying, "That's funny. Come on, take the sock off." After resting for a while, Professor Zhang stood up and took two bottles of soda from the refrigerator in the kitchen. He opened one and said to me, "Come on, you little bastard, come have some." I went over and drank the soda. Professor Zhang rested for a bit, then pulled a long, thin stick from under the bed. The stick was very thin but long, only gradually thickening towards the base. Professor Zhang told me to bring in one of his sneakers. He used the stick to lift the sneaker and said to me, "Come on, let's play 'monkey balancing a lamp'." I laughed and lightly hit him, saying, "You're so annoying, making me play this so soon." Professor Zhang chuckled and said, "I couldn't resist." I stood on the carpet, legs together, and then slowly bent over, supporting myself with my hands... With my buttocks sticking up high on the carpet, Professor Zhang walked up to me, pulled down my black pantyhose a little, patted my buttocks, spread my anus, and tried to insert the thick end of the stick that held my sneakers into my anus. He tried twice but couldn't get it in, probably because my anus was too dry. Professor Zhang slowly spat on my anus, then moistened it with the thick end of the stick, and with a forceful thrust, there was a loud "plop" as the stick disappeared into my anus! Professor Zhang truly lived up to his reputation as a university professor, coming up with such lewd ideas; women seemed to be nothing more than a subject of study for him. I remained bent over on the carpet, occasionally swaying my hips slightly from side to side, trying to maintain my balance so the stick in my anus wouldn't fall over or tilt. Professor Zhang watched me with satisfaction. He walked over and sat down in front of me. I kept my head down, struggling to maintain my position. Professor Zhang laughed and said, "Your technique is getting more and more refined!" Then, he stretched one of his feet out in front of me and said, "Come on! Nibble on my old foot!!" I opened my mouth and let Professor Zhang put his big toe into my mouth. His foot was smelly and alkaline. I carefully sucked on his toes, and Professor Zhang laughed heartily, "Good! Oh! Very good!" Professor Zhang watched me in this lewd position, a rod inserted into my anus, a tattered shoe on top of the rod, and me sucking on his foot. Professor Zhang opened his pajamas, and his chubby penis began to harden slightly. This position was really tiring! Maintaining balance and sucking on his toes made my limbs feel numb. Luckily, Professor Zhang put me down at that moment. I lay panting on the carpet. Professor Zhang pounced on me, straddled me, and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. His hands worked hard on my vagina, making a "plop!" "plop!" sound. Gradually, my vagina became lubricated. I stroked Professor Zhang's penis with my small hands; it was plump and quite fun. I said to him, "Professor, can I suck your penis?" Professor Zhang said softly, "You're so annoying! I won't let you." I pleaded, "No! I must suck your penis! Let me suck it! Let me suck it!" I hugged Professor Zhang's waist, and he deliberately struggled. I pressed him down, lowered my head, and quickly took the head of his penis in my mouth and began licking it. My warm, gentle mouth enveloped the entire head of his penis, and Professor Zhang comfortably enjoyed my service, humming softly. I gently teased his penis with the tip of my tongue, and after a few rounds of teasing, Professor Zhang's penis gradually became hard. His penis was short and thick, very hard, like an iron nail. I licked the head of his penis for a while, then licked his testicles. Professor Zhang groaned even more. His testicles were fun to play with, white and small, like a child's. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and took both testicles in at once. Professor Zhang was getting a little hot, excitedly stroking my body. I knowingly lay on top of him and put his penis into my vagina and started stroking it. "Plop, plop, plop," Professor Zhang moved his hips in rhythm. I could feel his penis rubbing back and forth in my vagina, but it was a bit short, not even reaching my G-spot. But I knew that my purpose was to make the client feel good and comfortable; my own feelings were secondary. I pretended to be very aroused and groaned, "Oh! Professor, your penis is so great! Oh! Fuck! Oh! Ah!" Professor Zhang, seeing my ecstatic look, fucked me even more excitedly! Suddenly, Professor Zhang's eyes widened, and he cried out, "Oh!" I felt my penis contract, and hot semen spurted out. After the climax, Professor Zhang breathed heavily, wiping his sweat and taking a few big gulps of soda. I wiped myself clean with a sanitary napkin and nestled in his arms. After resting for a moment, Professor Zhang whispered to me, "Hey, you should put on my old hag's clothes." I giggled and lightly hit him, saying, "Here we go again! Ugh! I can't do anything with you." Professor Zhang took out an outfit his wife wore when lecturing from the closet—a high-quality, formal university lecturer's gown. I quickly changed into it, and then Professor Zhang instructed me to style my hair as much as possible like his wife's, including the stockings and high heels. I put on his wife's glasses, and in the mirror, I instantly transformed into a university lecturer. Professor Zhang then took out a manuscript from his study; it was probably something his wife often used in her lectures. After we were ready, the professor and I carried a chair and a table into the bathroom… His bathroom was large and well-equipped. I sat in the chair, and in front of me was a table with a high-end small video camera on it—the kind used in homes. Professor Zhang looked at me excitedly. I straightened my posture and began reading the script in my hand: “The reform of the market economy is an important part of the primary stage of socialism in our country… We must unswervingly… China must build a society with Chinese characteristics…” The way Professor Zhang looked at me made it seem as if I had become his old woman. While I was reading the script, Professor Zhang stood to my side, constantly fiddling with his penis. Suddenly, Professor Zhang let out a soft “Oh!” and his penis stiffened, then with a “whoosh!” spurted out a stream of yellow urine! Yes! It was indeed a stream of hot urine. Professor Zhang's urination technique was quite unique. His urine was hot and sprayed with great force, the torrent of urine hitting my face, hair, glasses, and mouth. I couldn't dodge; I acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to read aloud the manuscript in my hands with a serious expression and solemnity. Professor Zhang excitedly urinated, trying to direct the urine towards my slightly open mouth. As I opened my mouth to read, a stream of hot urine sprayed in. I swallowed the urine as I read: "China's current economic level... glug... is still in the world... glug... We must... glug..." Professor Zhang shouted perversely as he urinated: "You old hag! I'll teach you to curse me! I'll teach you to hit me! I'll piss you to death! I'll drown you!" After the stream of hot urine, my hair and clothes were soaked with urine. The perverse scene made me dizzy. Although I had experienced this twice before—the first time I vomited, the second time I fainted—I managed to hold on this time. Professor Zhang yanked me up from the chair. I don't know where this bloated old man suddenly got such strength, but he pulled me to one side. Professor Zhang dragged me to the toilet, grabbed my neck, and forcefully pushed my head into the toilet. I struggled for a moment, but let him shove my head into the toilet. Professor Zhang held my head down with one hand and quickly pulled down my pantyhose with the other. I kept swaying my plump buttocks and resisting in a coquettish manner. Based on the knowledge I learned during my company training and my experience serving Professor Zhang a few times, the more I resisted, the more lewd and passionate the atmosphere would be. Sure enough, Professor Zhang practically ripped my stockings open and violently shoved his fingers into my anus, thrusting wildly. My head emitted muffled groans from the toilet: "Oh! Ah! No! Ah!" Professor Zhang pulled out his fingers and quickly shoved his hard penis into my anus, fucking me hard. "Oh! So good! Good anus! Tight!..." Professor Zhang thrust passionately, pressing my head down even harder. My face was almost pressed against the bottom of the toilet, and I was powerless except for whimpering: "Ah!...Professor...No!...Ah! Ah! Ah!"The three sounds came from Professor Zhang's forceful thrusting. Although Professor Zhang's penis wasn't long, it was thick! I felt as if my anus had expanded three times its normal size, like a wine bottle had been shoved inside! My moans accelerated Professor Zhang's climax and ejaculation. "Slap slap slap slap!" Professor Zhang suddenly collapsed onto my back after a series of vigorous thrusts, his penis rapidly contracting and expanding in my anus. "Pfft pfft pfft!" Hot semen shot out violently! After the passion subsided, Professor Zhang sat on the bathroom floor, panting heavily. I also lay sideways next to the toilet, thick white semen continuously flowing from my anus. Mixed with the urine all over my body, my body emitted a strange smell. I stood up to take off my clothes and shower when Professor Zhang said to me, "You little brat, help me up." I staggered over and helped Professor Zhang up from the ground. I looked at his now limp penis; a few drops of sticky fluid made him look awkward. Without giving me a chance to explain, Professor Zhang pushed me down and shoved his penis directly into my mouth. I patiently cleaned his penis. Suddenly! The door outside seemed to rattle! Professor Zhang and I both stopped in shock. The air in the bathroom seemed to freeze; even breathing stopped! Just a few seconds later, the building door opened with a series of key clicks! A woman's voice rang out: "Old Zhang! Come out for a moment and bring my luggage in." Professor Zhang's face seemed to freeze; he stood there dumbfounded, and he had wet his pants! Ignoring the urine spraying onto Professor Zhang's face, I hurriedly stood up and whispered, "Who!! Who is it!? Professor! Professor! Please get out!" I pushed him several times before Professor Zhang finally snapped out of his daze, his face contorted with grief as he whispered, "It's over! I... I'm not going to live!" Before he could finish, a woman's voice outside suddenly shrilled, "Old Zhang! Where the hell have you been! Come out and help me with my luggage!" I quickly pushed Professor Zhang out of the bathroom. Then I closed the door and nervously listened to the commotion outside. That useless old man! He completely broke down the moment he saw his wife. I heard a 'thud' outside, as if Professor Zhang had knelt down before his wife, followed by her surprise, questions, interrogation, and anger! A chaotic mess. 'Bang!' The bathroom door was kicked open forcefully! A middle-aged woman stood before me. Her fair face was flushed red with anger and jealousy. Her gold-rimmed glasses sat askew, her teeth were clenched so tightly they were practically grinding, and her hair, piled up, was almost standing on end—it was terrifying! The unfortunate Professor Zhang knelt on the ground, clutching her feet and crying like a child. The woman saw me, paused for a moment, then glared angrily at my clothes. Turning back, she yelled viciously at Professor Zhang, "Fine...fine! You...you dare let this piece of trash wear my clothes! I...I'll kick you to death!" With that, her black high heels flashed, and with a 'smack,' she kicked Professor Zhang's chubby face, instantly giving him a smack! Professor Zhang screamed and fainted on the spot! Immediately afterward, the woman lunged at me, grabbed my hair, and before I could react, slapped me twice across the face—'smack! smack!' I managed to break free, but the woman yelled, "I don't want to live anymore! You bitch! I'll fight you to the death!!" Then she continued to hit and kick me. At first, I tried to explain to her, but this woman was too crazy. Several slaps made my vision blur. She grabbed my breast and pinched it hard, kicking wildly, some of which landed squarely on my genitals. I cried out in pain, "Ouch! Ah! Ah! Ouch!" Forced into a corner, I started fighting back. The two women were instantly locked in a brawl. I pulled her hair, she pinched my breasts, I twisted her ass, she kicked my genitals. We rolled from the bathroom to the kitchen, then from the kitchen to the living room. Perhaps because I was in the wrong, she even straddled my chest! The woman yelled fiercely, "I'll beat you to death! You filthy bitch! You whore! You slut! You're fucked by thousands! You slut!" With each shout, she slapped me hard across the face. I struggled, screaming, "Ah! Help! Ah! Help! Ah!" Suddenly, a hand holding a bottle appeared behind the woman. A flash of light, and 'thud!'—it hit her right on the back of the head. The woman's eyes rolled back, and she collapsed to the side. Professor Zhang stood in the hall, his face covered in blood, the bottle in his hand 'smash!' on the floor. I scrambled to my feet, not caring about anything else, and ran to my room, grabbed my clothes, and ran out! I just wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible; it was too terrifying! Back at my home, I locked the door and finally let out a long sigh of relief, only then realizing the pain—pain all over my body. My vagina and breasts were swollen, and I couldn't get up for days. My buttocks were scratched, and my arms and waist were injured. I couldn't work for the time being. The company was really good; they brought in a doctor to treat me. The only thing I felt lucky about was that my face wasn't injured at all. As long as I wasn't disfigured, I could still have a chance to work. Perhaps that's why the company valued me. I heard from people at the company that Professor Zhang narrowly escaped being beaten to death by his wife, but he's already in the hospital. His wife called the police, but they've been interrogating her for days instead… It was a late autumn night. The lights were on in my room. A handsome man's penis was going in and out of my anus. I couldn't moan because I was sucking another man's penis. His penis was also handsome, long and thick, the large glans glistening with swelling. I kissed the slit on the glans, making a squelching sound. The man I was sucking groaned comfortably, "Oh! So good! Ah!" The man behind me chuckled and said, "Little Zhang, how was it? Pretty good, right?" Little Zhang panted, "I didn't expect…" "You really know how to find it! ...Ah! ...So good! Brother Li, you...Oh!" Brother Li laughed and said, "I told you to come with me a long time ago, but you were still pretending. Now you know what it means to be satisfied, right? Come on! Come here and give me a handjob, this slut loves it when someone gives her anal sex!" Xiao Zhang flipped over and stood up, and Brother Li took his place. I laughed and said to Brother Li, "You're so annoying! What are you saying? Who likes anal sex? It's just that you always..." Before I could finish speaking, Brother Li couldn't wait to put his penis into my mouth. Xiao Zhang walked behind me, kissed my buttocks hard twice, and said happily, "So fat! So fragrant! So good!!!" After saying that, he spread my anus, aimed, and thrust hard. With a "squeak," his penis went in. "No..." I groaned with Brother Li's penis in my mouth. Xiao Zhang held my shoulders firmly with both hands, straightened my posture, and smiled at me, saying, "Hey! Bitch, I'm gonna fuck you!" I gently wiggled my buttocks, and Xiao Zhang laughed, saying, "So slutty! Oh! You're urging me on! Okay! I'll give you a high-pitched shot!" After saying that, Xiao Zhang first slowly inserted his penis, then slowly pulled it out, then inserted it again, then pulled it out again, gradually increasing the speed, "squeak, squeak, squeak," accompanied by Xiao Zhang's thrusting, my asshole sang a joyful song, "slap slap slap slap!" Xiao Zhang's penis balls slapped against my thigh. I sucked on Brother Li's penis even more vigorously. Brother Li watched with delight as my little mouth swallowed and released his penis, and said to Xiao Zhang, "Xiao Zhang, I'll show you something new!" After saying that, Brother Li curled up his legs, spread his buttocks with his hands, and a dark anus appeared in front of me. Brother Li said to me, "Come on! Lick it!" I immediately pressed my little mouth to it... Xiao Zhang, while fucking, stared at me with wide eyes, and suddenly excitedly shouted, "Oh!" His penis ejaculated into my anus! With each ejaculation, Xiao Zhang cried out, and I groaned along with him. Only after Xiao Zhang's penis shrank did it get squeezed out of my anus. As soon as his penis was squeezed out, white semen flowed out of his anus. Xiao Zhang let out a long, comfortable breath and sat down to the side. Seeing that Xiao Zhang had ejaculated, Brother Li mocked, "You've been bragging for so long, and this is all you've got? What a coward! Learn from your brother Li! What does it mean to solicit prostitutes!" Brother Li lowered his legs, put on a condom, and I lay on the bed laughing, saying, "Brother Li, I'm still young. Who's like you, coming here every other day like it's a job?" Brother Li laughed too, saying, "Alright, you slut, I'm not going to teach you a lesson, but you've exposed my secrets! Watch my golden gun kill you today!" With that, Brother Li lifted my legs, and his penis immediately thrust into my vagina, starting to fuck me vigorously. The room was filled with laughter, shouts, moans, and sounds of lovemaking… This was my life, a thoroughly decadent, inhuman, lustful life… Perhaps women who do this have their own reasons for being different from others, but their purpose is the same: to live. [The End]I lay on the bed, laughing, and said, "Brother Li, I'm still young. Who's like you, coming here every few days like it's a job?" Brother Li laughed and said, "Alright, you slut, you've brought up my secrets instead of teaching me a lesson! Watch my golden gun kill you today!" After saying that, Brother Li lifted my legs up and immediately thrust his penis into my vagina, happily fucking me. The room was filled with laughter, shouts, moans, and moaning... This was my life, a thoroughly decadent, inhuman, lustful life... Perhaps women who do this have their own reasons that are different from others, but their purpose is the same, just for two words: to live. [The End]

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