The Complete Secrets of Wang Xifeng's Amorous Affairs

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Baoyu nestled in Fengjie's arms, something that would have been ordinary in the past. But now that he had experienced the pleasures of a woman, the feeling was quite different. His arm brushed against Fengjie's breasts, feeling their soft, round shape, a world apart from the soft, flat breasts of the maids he had played with. The jolting of the carriage further intoxicated him.

Fengjie frowned and said, "Brother Bao, what's wrong with you today? You're so close, and it's so hot, it's making me sweat!" Baoyu shamelessly replied, "I don't know what's wrong with me either, I just want to be close to you, sister." Although they were uncle and sister-in-law, they rarely used formal terms of address, usually referring to each other as brother and sister in public.

Fengjie lightly tapped Baoyu, scolding, "Are you silly? Be careful others hear and laugh at you." Seeing her charming and reproachful expression, Baoyu was captivated, his heart itching even more. He said, "Let whoever laughs at our sibling intimacy, I'm not afraid. Dear sister, please let me rub against you." He clung tightly to Fengjie's chest.

Fengjie, hearing his increasingly inappropriate words, had a sudden thought. She pretended to move her leg slightly, and her thigh brushed against a hard, heavy object, its warmth seeping through her trousers. Baoyu blushed and snuggled even closer to her, acting coquettishly.

Fengjie understood a bit, and said with a smile, "Little Bao, you've grown up, haven't you? You know how to take advantage of women, don't you?"

Baoyu's face burned even hotter, and he argued, "No, that's not it. We siblings are close, we've done this often before, and I've never

heard you say anything!" Fengjie gently pinched Baoyu's large member and laughed, "Still trying to deny it? You've done it before, but why hasn't it gotten any bigger?"

Baoyu was speechless, and after Fengjie's touch, his soul seemed to have flown away, clinging only to his goddess-like sister-in-law.

Fengjie leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Who taught you these things? It's probably your scoundrel brother Xue who corrupted you, isn't it?" Xue Pan's foolish and domineering behavior was obvious to everyone, so Fengjie naturally thought of him first.

Baoyu dared not blame anyone else, saying, "It has nothing to do with him. I dreamt of a fairy sister who taught me." Fengjie didn't believe him at all, and lightly pinched his face, laughing and scolding, "Lying again! It's either him or some shameless maid in your room. Hurry up and tell me who it is!"

Baoyu retorted wildly, "It really has nothing to do with anyone. I learned it in my dream. I told you, but you wouldn't believe me!" He buried his face in Fengjie's soft and plump bosom, rubbing against her, inhaling her sweet scent, completely oblivious to his surroundings.

Fengjie, feeling unsettled by his embrace, her breath slightly ragged, tentatively asked, "You dreamt about it, but have you actually done it with anyone?" Baoyu, nestled in her arms, replied, "Yes." Fengjie asked, "Who?" Baoyu stammered, and Fengjie laughed, "I'm just asking who it is, why are you so nervous? All those maids in your room will be yours someday!"

Baoyu then reluctantly said, "Xiren." He still dared not reveal the other two, whom he had teased.

Fengjie laughed, "I think it will definitely be her! My Bao-gege has truly grown up. You'll still ask her to sleep with you in your room tonight. Now sit up straight, you're making me uncomfortable." Her voice was sweet and affectionate.

Baoyu, sensing that Fengjie wasn't being stern, felt a surge of desire and wrapped one arm around her, his other hand groping her waist.

Fengjie, her face flushed, remained silent for a moment, then, noticing a small gap in the carriage curtain, she quickly closed it when Baoyu wasn't looking. Looking down, she saw Baoyu's restless hand seemingly trying to slip inside her clothes. She quickly grabbed it, scolding him with a playful smile, "You're getting more and more outrageous! Are you flirting with your brother's wife?"

Baoyu grinned and said, "I remember now. A couple of years ago, you asked me to come to your room to help you write something, and you said I was naughty and took my things to play with. What was that?"

Fengjie blushed, surprised that he still remembered something from such a young age. Unable to maintain her composure any longer, she laughed and spat, "That was because your brother Lian was cheating on you with another woman. I was so angry and wanted to teach him a lesson, but you just happened to come and play. It didn't do any good. Did you tell anyone?

" Yu shook his head and said, "How could I tell anyone about such a thing? I was just ignorant back then, and you wanted me to play around. Now that I understand, you won't let me anymore." He then said angrily, "My brother is cheating on me, and you're just guarding him."

Fengjie waved her hand and said, "Don't mention him. He's more obedient now." She then said shyly, "He's really my little devil. Now that you understand, what do you want?" Baoyu was delighted to hear this and said, "I only want this now." His two devilish hands roamed over Fengjie's body, occasionally slipping inside her clothes. Everything he touched was soft and slippery, making Fengjie's eyes glaze over and her breath come in gasps, but she no longer stopped him.

Baoyu whispered in Fengjie's ear, "You took my things out to play with back then, don't you miss them now?" One hand, which had slipped inside her clothes, reached up to her breasts, took one of her full and soft breasts, and squeezed it slightly. He felt his hand go soft. What maid could compare to her?

Fengjie glanced at Baoyu and said in a sweet voice, "Then take it out and let me see. If it's still as useless as it was back then, I don't want it." She was beginning to feel the charm of Baoyu as he grew up. The handsome face before her was like the Mid-Autumn Moon, as beautiful as the flowers of spring dawn, with sideburns as if cut by a knife, eyebrows as dark as ink, a nose as straight as a hanging gall, and eyes as bright as autumn waves. She couldn't help but feel weak-willed and her desires overflowed.

Baoyu's heart was pounding, and he actually untied the big red handkerchief from his waist, pulled down his trousers, and took out his already erect treasure. It was as plump as an infant's arm, rosy and smooth, with a round, red, plump nipple at the tip, as big as a plum.

Upon seeing it, Fengjie exclaimed in surprise, "My goodness, it's gotten so big! It used to be so alluring, now it's unbelievable!" She couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch the bright red round ball; it was as soft as a peeled lychee. Stroking it further, the shaft was as hard as iron, hot and shiny. She paused, her mind racing: what would it feel like to have this treasure inside me?

Baoyu, feeling quite uncomfortable from Fengjie's ministrations, laughed, "Sister, if you like it, feel free to play with it!" He freely explored Fengjie's body. Fengjie, completely captivated, also stroked his rare treasure, truly enamored with it. She thought to herself, "I wonder who will be mine someday?" She secretly sighed that she already had someone else, then was startled, inwardly scolding herself for her wild thoughts.

After fiddling around for a while, Baoyu started to untie Fengjie's belt. Fengjie clutched her waist and gasped, "You can't do this anymore. Let me use my hand to help you cool down!"

Baoyu's eyes darted around. Despite his dullness in other matters, he was quite shrewd in these things. He said to Fengjie with a lecherous grin, "That won't work. Good sister, you should take off your skirt so I can see. Only then will the fire be gone."

Fengjie's ears turned red, and she spat, "What patience do you have? I'll make you come in just a few strokes, believe it or not?" As she spoke, she twirled her hand, placing a jade-like finger on Baoyu's glans and urethral opening, and skillfully rubbed it a few times, instantly making the lustful Baoyu lose his mind. It turned out that when she was pregnant with her eldest daughter, she couldn't have sex with Jia Lian at the beginning and end of her pregnancy. At that time, Ping'er hadn't been taken into the household yet, and he wasn't allowed to go out and do whatever he wanted. So she used her hands to soothe her husband many times. She must have put in a lot of effort, so her hand skills were naturally very proficient and skillful.

Baoyu quickly changed his tune and pleaded, "Good sister, I'll tell you the truth. I just really want to see your precious baby. There's no one else in this carriage, so please be kind to me this once! I promise I'll listen to you properly in the future."

Fengjie thought to herself, "Baoyu will definitely be the pillar of this family in the future. His brother might not even be as good as him. How can I not win him over?" So she sighed softly and said, "You little devil, how can I harden my heart! If you make a fuss like this today and forget about it in the future, I'd rather die of vomiting blood!" She loosened her belt with one hand.

Baoyu's heart had already been captivated by her, and he hurriedly replied, "Sister Feng, good sister, if I, Jia Baoyu, forget how kind you were to me today, may I be struck in two by lightning, burned to ashes, and then thrown into the sea to feed the turtles." His eyes were fixed on Sister Feng's waist.

Fengjie scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about! Just remember your sister in your heart, why make such a big oath! And one more thing, you can't tell anyone, not even a maid like Xiren in your room, otherwise if it gets to my ears, I'll kill you!"

Baoyu nodded repeatedly in agreement, saying, "Would I be that stupid?" Just then, Fengjie let go, and her skirt and undergarments slipped down, revealing her snow-white belly, and below her thighs, a dense patch of dark, neatly arranged hair. Baoyu's heart pounded wildly, and he said, "I can't see it." He reached out to stroke it, parting the pubic hair to see a deep red and tender pink, with distinct lines, rich and erotic, quite different from the maids he had played with before. He was mesmerized.

Fengjie, having her private parts captured by him, and seeing his unwavering gaze, went limp, a surge of desire rising within her, covering her delicate parts with a thin, transparent layer of dew, making them appear even more tender and obscene.

Baoyu was overjoyed and, taking advantage of the situation, began to touch her inappropriately, causing Fengjie's delicate body to tremble. She cried out, "Baoyu, what are you doing!" Baoyu, however, was unperturbed, saying, "Good sister, you're helping your brother relieve his heat, and I'll make you feel better too." He then used two fingers to rub the bright red clitoris inside her vulva. Because it trembled lively and was nearly twice the size of the clitoris of the maids he had played with, he found it particularly enjoyable and became extremely fond of it.

Fengjie moaned, "I don't want you~" but Baoyu's actions brought her immense pleasure. Electric sensations coursed from her lower body throughout her entire being, and sticky, lustful fluids gushed out, making the delicate flesh inside her vulva feel as if coated with oil, so slippery that Baoyu couldn't grasp it.

Baoyu became even more excited and begged Fengjie to rub his "treasure." Fengjie complied, and the two siblings masturbated each other in the carriage, experiencing ecstasy all the way, but both tried to remain quiet, afraid of being overheard by the maids and servants outside.

Suddenly, Baoyu knelt up, grasped his large penis, and brought it to Fengjie's crotch. Fengjie quickly blocked it with both hands, glaring at Baoyu and saying, "What are you doing?" Baoyu, panting and dazed, said, "Sister, please give me some pleasure today. I've missed you so much!"

Fengjie said, "That's absolutely not allowed. We've already gone this far with you. If we do something like that again, it'll be incest. Our ancestors in the underworld won't forgive us."

Baoyu pleaded, his face burning, saying, "Even Heaven doesn't care now. Look how uncomfortable I am, Sister Feng!" He pitifully presented his large, swollen member to Fengjie. It was thick and large, with a taut, round, red, and shiny glans that curved upwards. The jade-white shaft was covered with winding, bluish-black veins. What woman wouldn't be captivated by such a sight? Even Jia Lian's member paled in comparison to this younger brother's.

Fengjie swallowed hard and said, "Good brother, let me help you get it out with my hand!" Baoyu refused and kept pestering her.

Fengjie simply wouldn't allow it; even if she were a paragon of virtue, she wouldn't let Baoyu play with her to this extent. In truth, Fengjie was, at heart, the kind of woman who was fickle and seductive. She kept a close eye on Jia Lian while secretly having affairs herself. She had read the erotic books Jia Lian had bought for her, which said that plump young men were the most nourishing and could preserve one's youthful appearance. Therefore, she disliked those with sallow complexions and dry, sallow skin, like Jia Rui, who tried to steal from her but were tormented half to death by her. She preferred handsome young men with a full figure and radiant appearance, such as Jia Rong and Jia Qiang from the East Mansion, whom she secretly stole under the guise of doing errands.

Baoyu, however, was far more charming than the others. Because the matriarch doted on him and thought he was too young to understand matters of romance, and because everyone in the family was watching him, they dared not offend him. Today, Baoyu had taken the initiative to pursue her, a golden opportunity, but she harbored a deeper cunning: "If I give myself to him too easily, he might look down on me later. Let me tease him a bit first."

The more Fengjie refused, the more anxious Baoyu became, showering her with sweet words and flattery, hoping to taste his sister-in-law's ethereal beauty.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Fengjie was about to soften her stance and grant his wish when a servant outside the carriage announced, "Second Mistress, Second Master, we've arrived at the Ning Mansion." The siblings hurriedly wiped away sweat and tidied their clothes.

Fengjie smoothed her hair, noticing Baoyu's still unsettled expression, and helped him with his clothes, smiling charmingly, "Where did your courage go?" Baoyu was instantly captivated again. The carriage had just entered Ning Mansion and stopped. Feng Jie then took Bao Yu's hand and got out of the carriage.

Wang Xifeng (II) Feng Jie instructed Jia Qiang, "Don't forget what your uncle said. I'm going to do my own thing." Saying this, she glanced at Jia Rong and went out. Jia Rong hurriedly saw her off, but followed her all the way to the small room next door where valuables were stored, and quietly closed the door.

Feng Jie glared at him and said, "What are you doing here with me?"

Jia Rong smiled and said to Feng Jie, "Auntie, if you need anything, tell me to open an account for Brother Qiang and take it to him, so he can get it according to the account."

Feng Jie laughed and spat, "Don't talk nonsense! Look at this room, I don't even have anywhere to put my things. Do you need to sneak around like this?"

Jia Rong smiled mysteriously and said, "Nephew has something rare right now. Auntie will definitely like it when she sees it." He took out an extremely beautifully bound brocade book from his sleeve and presented it to Feng Jie. Fengjie's heart skipped a beat, thinking, "Could it be that interesting thing?" She took it and glanced at it. The cover read "The Secret Manual of Jade Playing," with a small note beside it: "The Jade Appreciation Pavilion, Manxu Ling." Opening it, she found, sure enough, a series of erotic illustrations of fairies fighting, accompanied by lines of elegant and suggestive poems.

Fengjie sat in her chair, pretending to casually flip through it, remaining silent, but soon her face turned bright red. Seeing this, Jia Rong quietly embraced her from behind, laughing, "Nephew, you haven't lied to Aunt, have you? This erotic painting was bought from 'Pinyu Pavilion' for 150 taels of silver, and it's the work of the pavilion's renowned painter, Man Xuling. I've been wanting to present it to you for a while, but lately you've been refusing to let me near you!" Fengjie didn't refuse. She had a penchant for handsome, vigorous young men and had already been having an affair with Jia Rong and his brother, using their business as a pretext for occasional trysts.

"Pinyu Pavilion" was one of the four great brothels of the capital, famous throughout the land, frequented by many high-ranking officials and nobles. Not only were there countless beauties, but it also dealt in a wide variety of exquisite and valuable bedroom toys, all of them high-quality items. Fengjie had long heard of this.

Fengjie spat, "You probably bought it yourself, didn't you? You don't frequent 'Pinyu Pavilion' regularly, why would you need someone to buy it for you!"

Jia Rong's handsome face flushed red, and he caressed Fengjie's firm, high breasts with both hands, laughing, "Auntie, don't wrong me, I never go to those places."

Fengjie spat, saying, "Nobody believes you." Her body was already a little weak. Jia Rong took the opportunity to loosen the handkerchief around her waist. Fengjie was already filled with desire, her flower stream overflowing, so she didn't stop him, letting him take off his skirt and undergarments, revealing his snow-white lower body, while she played with the erotic book. Fengjie had always liked this kind of thing, and Jia Lian would often bring some back from outside for her to enjoy, but none could compare to the set Jia Rong brought today. It was indeed the work of a famous artist, each painting was lifelike and incredibly realistic, captivating the soul.

Fengjie turned the page and saw a painting of a secluded corner of a garden. A brocade quilt was spread in the shadow of a large artificial hill, with vibrant flowers and exquisite bonsai nearby. A woman lay on the quilt, her head resting on a cylindrical pillow, her limbs tightly wrapped around a man pressing down on her like a spider. Beside it was an inscription: “Night boat. Eyes blurred, willows in full bloom, such tender feelings, a touch to the chest, and her golden lotus feet unknowingly lifted. Her cloud-like hair gradually tilted, as if about to speak, she urged her lover not to linger.”

Fengjie, not very literate, only vaguely understood the meaning. Thinking of the phrase “urging her lover not to linger,” she felt a surge of intoxication. But then Jia Rong was seen touching her thighs and exploring her breasts, making her quite uncomfortable.

She turned to another painting, which depicted a dark corner of a courtyard. A long table was covered with a mat, on which lay a book and a rolled-up scroll. A man wearing an official's hat pulled down his trousers and began to masturbate behind a woman. The woman's trousers were already down to her ankles, one embroidered boot had fallen off, and the hem of her skirt faintly revealed her narrow, bound feet. The accompanying inscription read: "The scholar's demeanor. The carriage is filled with the fragrance of fruit, whose young man is so handsome and flawless? To explore the allure of the rose's color, he is lured to try and pluck a flower from the back garden. Half shy, half reluctant, this is unlike ordinary flirtatious behavior. Turning back, he whispers, 'Hurry up,' and urges her not to tell anyone else."

When Fengjie saw the line "turn around and whisper, hurry up," she was even more captivated, savoring the painting.

Jia Rong laughed, "Auntie, after seeing this painting, would you allow your nephew to try out that backside today?" Fengjie didn't turn her head, her face flushed, and spat, "Dream on! Even if he were your uncle, I wouldn't do that with him!" Jia Rong smiled ingratiatingly, "Uncle, you have such a fairy-like auntie, Rong'er is so jealous!" But in his heart, he was secretly delighted, thinking, "Her backside hasn't been opened by that scoundrel yet. Even if I have to shorten my lifespan, I must find a way to get my hands on it today."

He turned to another painting, which showed a woman with waist-length hair hanging herself on a clothes rack, while a man stood on a footstool, coming from behind to give her his hand. To the left was a table, and to the right, through a window, was a rockery and peach blossoms. The accompanying inscription read: “Magpie on a branch. Peony on a high trellis, fragrant with dew, too short to climb, a small table to cross. Like a scholar ascending a cloud ladder, or an old monk beating a Dharma drum. Gently and gracefully, boundless affection, like a swing swaying in a courtyard. Excitement surges uncontrollably, and in an instant the tree falls and the monkeys scatter.”

Fengjie, captivated, couldn’t help but laugh, “This is strange! How can one play like this?” Jia Rong laughed, “Why not? Later, Auntie, climb up to that clothes rack over there, and I’ll serve you well, I’ll definitely let you taste the flavor of that painting.” Fengjie, her soul almost melting, still spat, “I won’t play with your nonsense!” She

flipped through several more paintings, Jia Rong teasing her relentlessly, arousing Fengjie’s lust. Though slender, her body was abundant with desire; a thin, sticky nectar trickled from her vulva to her ankle, wetting her red embroidered shoes.

Another erotic painting appeared, depicting a young lady in a bamboo grove by a lotus pond, with only her lower garment removed, leaning against the back of a squatting maid; the maid, in turn, was clinging to a green bamboo stalk behind her. The man, also fully clothed except for his trousers, was holding the young lady's leg in front of him and thrusting, the point of contact meticulously depicted, down to the finest detail. The accompanying inscription reads: “The east wind lends its strength. Green bamboo shoots unfurl, red lotuses bloom, the courtyard is deep and secluded. Springtime hearts are stirred, hand in hand we go to the garden. How lovely are the fragrant bushes that block out the sun, leaning on the tall bamboos to slowly talk about leisurely feelings. In the green shade, golden lotuses stand side by side, jade shoots hold firmly. Swaying, it is hard to resist, a beautiful maiden is temporarily made a fleshy flower carpet. The spring breeze is unpredictable, rustling shadows sift gold. Regardless of the long-bent waist, it is hard to hear the timid warbling of the oriole. Do not complain of being tired, drink to the remaining pleasure, it is her turn.”

Jia Rong liked this painting the most, and seeing that Feng Jie was also looking at it intently, he couldn’t help but tease her from behind: “When will you call Ping’er to serve your aunt?” "With the east wind working together, that would be incredibly exhilarating!"

Fengjie coldly spat at him, saying, "You're lusting after Ping'er, I don't care, but be careful your uncle doesn't castrate you!" After saying that, she closed the brocade book, her cheeks flushed, her eyes seemingly drunk, and said, "It's all this stuff, I won't look at it anymore."

Jia Rong, knowing the situation, carried Fengjie to a table in the room and laughed, "I'll also serve my aunt with a 'night boat ride'." Fengjie was already intoxicated and her lust was burning, so she closed her phoenix eyes and let him "serve" her as he pleased.

After a while, Jia Rong lifted her legs, and a hot, thick penis teased her vulva a few times, getting it sticky with semen, and then suddenly thrust it straight in. Fengjie let out a soft, sweet cry and sighed, "My child, this is so good~~" With the erotic ambiance, Fengjie felt that today was even more enjoyable than usual.

Meanwhile, Jia Qiang was still talking to Jia Lian, quietly asking, "What does Second Uncle want? I'll get it for you as a gift." Jia Lian laughed and said, "Don't get excited. You've only just started learning how to do things, and you've already learned this trick. If I need anything, I'll write to you and let you know. Let's not talk about it here." Jia Qiang then took his leave and went out the door, looking around as if searching for something.

Fengjie was completely captivated by Jia Rong, and at the crucial moment of their passionate encounter, she couldn't quite get the flower to its heart. She said in a hoarse voice, "Go a little deeper, don't leave me feeling half-dead." Suddenly, someone chimed in, "Auntie, your flower path is deep and secluded; of course, you can't just stop after a shallow taste!" It was Jia Qiang who pushed open the half-closed door and entered, laughing, "Sure enough,

you're in this room again! I've been looking for you!" Fengjie's pretty face flushed red, but she couldn't get up. She gritted her teeth and asked, "What are you doing here too?" Jia Rong, however, remained calm, still pressing her down and teasing her, laughing, "I heard he's found something good to present to Auntie!" He then thrust even deeper, searching for the flower's heart.

Jia Qiang laughed, "That's right, your nephew also has something good to present to Auntie!" With that, he pulled a large, fiery red silk handkerchief from his waist. Aside from its vibrant color, it didn't seem particularly special.

Fengjie asked curiously, "I have countless things like this, what do you need it for?" Jia Qiang stepped forward, lifted her legs, placed the towel underneath, and kissed her smooth, snowy belly, laughing, "Auntie, don't ask yet, try it first."

Fengjie felt a warm sensation emanating from the towel beneath her, making her body feel hot. She couldn't help but feel a strange, languid feeling. When Jia Rong began to move again, she inexplicably felt incredibly sensitive inside, quite different from before. Suddenly, Jia Rong's glans clearly touched her clitoris, sending shivers down her spine, and she almost ejaculated. She couldn't help but exclaim, "How strange! How come you've become so vigorous? It's killing me!"

Jia Qiang smiled but didn't answer, and Jia Rong ignored him, continuing to thrust fiercely. He felt that Feng Jie's flower room had become even hotter and smoother than before; most strangely, her deepest flower core, which had been soft yet firm just moments before, was now incredibly soft and mushy. Once the glans touched it, even the bone would melt. He couldn't help but marvel inwardly, wondering where his brother had found this treasure to present to Feng Jie.

Feng Jie kept crying out, her long, white legs tightly gripping Jia Rong's neck, her voice trembling as she said, "You've touched my heart again... Ouch! You touched it again! Ah... Ah... It feels like... It feels like it's going to rub off!" Although she was a wanton woman in the bedroom, the Jia brothers had never seen her speak so freely before. They both knew it was thanks to those two secret bedroom toys, and Jia Qiang was even more pleased with himself.

A moment later, Jia Rong suddenly leaned down and pressed tightly against Feng Jie, ceasing all movement. Feng Jie's beautiful eyes rolled back, and her small feet, still clad in red embroidered shoes, tapped erratically on the table. Jia Qiang, seeing this, chuckled and said, "What? Could it be...?" Jia Rong, his face flushed, nodded and chuckled, groaning, "Auntie's coming out, oh my gosh... so surging! Ah... ah..." He felt a tingling sensation on his glans, his lower abdomen surging with desire, almost ejaculating. Knowing there was still much to be done, he quickly circulated his qi to lock his seminal gate, preventing himself from ejaculating.

It turned out that this secret technique was one he had recently learned from a female bedchamber master at the "Jade Pavilion," who had spent two thousand taels of silver to teach men techniques. It was called the "Ruyi Little Golden Lock," specifically for guarding the seminal gate, and he had never failed to do so.

Jia Qiang stared intently at Feng Jie's alluring face as she lost her virginity, a surge of heat rising from his lower abdomen, his manhood hard as a pillar. After waiting a while, seeing that Feng Jie's passion had subsided, he smiled at Jia Rong and said, "You rest for a bit, let me serve my aunt." Jia Rong smiled and yielded, and Jia Qiang pounced on her, lifting her legs, and thrusting his spear into Feng Jie once more. Feng Jie had just lost her virginity, but with Jia Qiang's slight touch, she immediately felt pleasure again, as if in a trance.

Jia Qiang's penis was slightly longer than Jia Rong's, and three or four out of ten thrusts were enough to arouse her. Feng Jie couldn't bear it, yet felt an indescribable pleasure. Her beautiful legs kicked wildly on the table, unsure what to do. She wrapped her arms around Jia Qiang's neck and gasped, "What was that red handkerchief you put down there? It burned my whole body. And it felt incredibly pleasurable inside, making me feel like I was dying.

" Jia Qiang then proudly said, "This handkerchief has a remarkable history. It's a secret treasure from the 'Dianhualou' in Tianjin, called 'Desire Flame Red Silk.' Only twenty-nine were ever made, each worth nearly two thousand taels of silver! It's only sold to the wealthy and powerful. Legend has it that a master chef at the 'Dianhualou' used hundreds of precious aphrodisiac and tonic herbs, steaming and boiling them for three years to create it. Its effect is only to enhance pleasure without harming the body. Women sitting on it feel like they're floating on air! Aunt, do you agree?" The "Tianjin" brothel was no less prestigious or large than the four major brothels in Beijing, and the bedroom entertainment it offered was naturally extraordinary.

Fengjie's cheeks flushed red, and she scolded in a daze, "You two brothers don't learn good things, you just go looking for these evil things to seduce your aunt!" Honey-like juices dripped from the clam-like opening between her legs, making her thighs slippery, and the rest dripped onto the fiery red handkerchief beneath her crotch. Strangely enough, it dried in the blink of an eye, turning into wisps of hot steam that made her whole body even hotter, indeed very potent.

Jia Qiang thrust hard, seeking out the soft, tender core deep within her flower garden. Although he only penetrated three or four times out of ten, it was enough for Fengjie to enjoy. She felt her eyes glaze over, her bones soften, and her soul about to melt away, on the verge of losing herself, and this time it was even faster.

Jia Rong, watching from the side, was wildly aroused. Seeing Fengjie's smooth, jade-like thighs gently parted, he had an idea. He told Jia Qiang to pick Fengjie up, and he covered her from behind, taking the opportunity to pluck her anus. At this moment, Fengjie was completely intoxicated, her muscles and bones weak, how could she resist? Her heart was already overflowing with a large amount of sticky, lustful fluid, which was perfect for Jia Rong's penis. After a while of forceful thrusting, Fengjie let out a soft cry as he forcefully penetrated her. It was truly a scene of: "Her soft, sweet cry had not yet ceased, the spring breeze had already opened the jade courtyard flowers.

" The two brothers, having thoroughly ravaged Fengjie's body, were now completely aroused and trembling, their desires fading.

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