【Wife's Lewd Life】(1) Author: 12344321

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Wife's Lustful Life Chapter 1: Wife's Snake Segment Author 12344321

My name is Feng Kai, also known as Xiao Kai. I'm a programmer at a software company. I have a
wife I've been married to for two years. Her name is Chen Luyao, and everyone usually calls her Xiao Yao. My wife Xiao Yao is 172 cm tall, which
is quite tall for a woman. She has a pair of long, straight legs without a single flaw. Her breasts are
about the size of two small basketballs. When we make love, squeezing them feels like holding two smaller soft basketballs. Moreover,
my wife 's skin is exceptionally smooth and fair, like snow in winter. It happened to be Friday. Because
I had been working overtime at the company for the past few days, there was less business today, and the boss was in a good mood, so I was granted a day
off. He delegated all my work to people who are usually lazy. This is probably what they call "fools have
good fortune." Back home, I called out, "Honey, I'm home! My boss was happy and gave me the day off. Honey?

Where are you?" I looked around the house, but my wife wasn't there. I glanced at the
clock . Wait a minute, I left for work at 7 a.m. and rushed home; it's only a little past 8 now. My wife is
a nurse at a hospital now. She wasn't originally a nurse; she was a saleswoman for a medical device company.
But over a year ago, an unexpected pregnancy led her to have an abortion and
quit her job to become a nurse and help patients. I couldn't resist her, so I agreed.
Sure enough, my wife, originally a medical professional, became a full-fledged nurse at the hospital in just two months. I was
incredibly surprised by her abilities. But since she's my wife, it's only natural that she's capable, haha. I was originally planning to
see my wife a little longer before getting some sleep at home. I woke up, and it seemed I wouldn't be seeing my wife. Now I could only go to sleep. But
it was such a waste to use a day off for sleeping; it was too extravagant. No, I couldn't encourage this wasteful
lifestyle. I had to make good use of my time. Back in the bedroom, I opened the wardrobe. The wardrobe took up one
wall ; my clothes were on the left, and my wife's on the right. As I browsed through my clothes, I kept
glancing at my wife's, fantasizing about how wonderful it would be if she were home. I'd first make her weak in the knees and soak her pants,
and as for sex... well, there wasn't enough time, so I'd have to give up. "Huh..." As I looked, I noticed
something was wrong. Not a single piece of my wife's underwear was missing. Although we'd only been married for a little over two years, I
knew my wife's clothes very well. Looking at the colorful underwear next to her, I started counting, "One, two,
three , four, five, six... seven." "Seven pieces, just
now neatly arranged in the closet. Since she's not home, what underwear did she wear?

Perhaps she wasn't wearing any at all? This is different from the pure and kind wife I remember.
She's usually very conservative in this regard, never allowing oral or anal sex, and only occasionally willing to wear
sexy lingerie.

Looking further down, there's a row of her panties. A quick scan confirms it; all her
panties are there. However, one pair of stockings is missing—a black bodysuit—
and a pink pantyhose that also disappeared." The dress... the dress only had fabric above the bust;
above the bust, there was only a thin ribbon tied at the back of the neck, revealing the shoulders
, the upper chest, and part of the breasts. However, given my wife's bust size, even if
the dress only revealed a small portion, it still showed half of her breasts, barely covering her areolas,
and also exposing a small part of her buttocks. My wife had only worn this dress once before, on my birthday,
and hadn't worn it again. Why would my wife wear this dress today? A series of questions
filled my mind. Had my wife bought a new one? Underwear? That's the only reasonable explanation.
As for the pink dress, my wife must have thrown it in the trash. With a pang of regret, I
went to the trash can, wanting one last look at my dress. Huh? I searched all the trash cans in the house;
every single one had trash, but the dress I wanted wasn't there. Did my wife take it out separately
to throw away? If so, she must really hate that dress. No reason. However, with a
lingering doubt, I picked up my phone and dialed a number for a high-definition pinhole camera. Two
were installed in the bedroom, two in the bathroom, and finally two in the living room. After installation… I turned on the webcam,
left home alone, went to an internet cafe, and played games there until almost closing time before returning home. "Honey,
I'm home," I called out as usual when I got home. "Honey's home? Dinner's almost
ready. Try my crispy snake slices later, see how they taste. Making these garlic-flavored snake slices
took me all day, humph." I glanced at my wife; she was busy in the kitchen as
usual , wearing her usual casual clothes. Through her clothes, I could even see her black
underwear. I clearly remembered that her underwear was neatly lying in the closet this morning. While my wife was busy in the kitchen, I went to the computer in the bedroom, turned it on, and watched the footage from the five webcams
I had left at home that day .
The footage begins when I leave home.
After I leave, the camera remains still, constantly fast-forwarding until 2 PM, a few hours after I left—
about three hours ago—when my wife returned. She was wearing the same pink mini-skirt and
smooth black stockings. She swayed her hips as she entered the bathroom. The pink skirt rode up slightly with her movements
, revealing she wasn't wearing underwear, which I immediately noticed. After she entered the bathroom, I
switched to the bathroom camera. In the footage, my wife walked towards the bathtub, removing her clothes as she went. When she
reached the tub, she was completely naked, the black stockings slipping from her fingers. I switched to
another camera in the bathroom, facing the bathtub. I saw a strip of yellow tape,
about four fingers wide, completely covering her vulva. My wife lay down in the tub and started running water, simultaneously
rubbing her clitoris. As the water level rose, the wife rubbed between her legs faster and faster. Finally, just as
the tank was about to fill, she suddenly ripped off the tape from her genitals, arching her body and lifting her trembling lower body repeatedly.
"Yes, I know, my wife had an orgasm." After her orgasm, my wife lay in the bathtub for a while, then
reached down to her genitals. Her fingers were fiddling with her vagina, as if trying to dig something out. Suddenly, a black
object emerged from her vagina. Upon closer inspection, it was a black snake's head! I immediately thought of the dinner
my wife was making: crispy snake slices. My wife grabbed the snake's head, trying hard to pull it out,
but the snake inside her was already knotted. As the snake was pulled out little by little, her vagina widened
further and further. Part of the snake's body had been pulled out, and the remaining part was knotted into
a ball inside her body. My wife gripped the snake's head with both hands, and without hesitation, pulled out the entire snake's body in an instant
. I watched as my wife's vagina instantly expanded into a fleshy hole larger than a fist, then quickly
closed, convulsing continuously. My wife had another orgasm. Looking at the snake my wife had pulled out, its body was over a meter long, and
the thickest part in the middle was thicker than an adult's wrist. My wife rested on the floor for a while, then stood
up , carrying the long snake she had just pulled out. She slowly walked to the kitchen, naked, and began
to process it with a knife. After processing the snake, she cut it into 5-centimeter-long pieces. Each time she cut
a piece, she stuffed it back into her vagina. Watching her insert the snake meat into
her own vagina, my penis became intensely engorged. Slowly,
the snake, which she had just pulled out, returned to her vagina after her processing. Once all the snake pieces
were inside, she used her fingers to push them deeper. Then she opened
the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, took out a 100ml syringe, and a bowl. She added
half a bowl of water, a spoonful of salt, a spoonful of sugar, two spoonfuls of flour, and the juice from a clove of garlic. She filled the syringe with the
prepared yellow sauce, inserted the syringe tip into her vagina, and
injected the 100ml sauce. There was still a little bit of liquid left in the bowl. My wife sucked up one and a half vials and injected it all into her genitals.
After injecting the last half vial into her vagina, she pressed the syringe head into her vagina and
slowly pushed the syringe in, leaving only the white tail sticking out of the entrance. Then she
went to the living room, found some tape, and sealed her vagina shut. After that, my wife sat in the living room, massaging
her lower abdomen to soak the snake meat evenly while watching TV. "Honey, the food's ready, come and eat."

My wife's voice came from the living room. "Okay, I'm coming." I replied, quickly fast-
forwarding a few segments of the video. An hour and a half later, my wife finally peeled off the tape stuck to her genitals.

I turned off the security camera, went to the living room, and saw my wife looking at me with love, waiting for me to come
eat . My feelings were indescribable. "Honey, let's eat." Looking at the snake pieces on the table,
my wife and I sat down together. Of course, hehe. I had originally planned to see my wife and then get a good night's sleep, but it seems
I won't be seeing her. Now I can only go to sleep. But it's such
a waste to use a day off for sleeping; it's too extravagant. No, I can't encourage this wasteful lifestyle. I need to make good use of my time.

Back in the bedroom, I opened the wardrobe. The wardrobe takes up one wall; my clothes are on the left, and
my wife's clothes are on the right. As I browsed through my clothes, I kept glancing at my wife's, fantasizing about how wonderful it would be
if ? There's not enough time,
so I'll have to give up on that. "Huh..." As I looked around, I noticed something was wrong. Not a single piece of my wife's underwear was missing
. Although we've only been married for a little over two years, I know my wife's clothes quite well. Looking at the
colorful , I started counting, "One, two, three, four, five, six...

seven."

Exactly seven! All of my wife's underwear, neatly arranged in the closet.
My wife isn't home now, so what underwear did she wear out? Perhaps she wasn't wearing any underwear at all? This is
different from the pure and kind wife I remember. She's usually very conservative in this regard,
never allowing oral or anal sex, and only occasionally willing to wear sexy lingerie. Looking further down, below... A
row of my wife's underwear was visible. I scanned the area with my glasses, and sure enough, not a single pair was missing. However,
one pair of stockings was missing – a black bodysuit. Also missing was a
pink form-fitting dress. The dress only had fabric above the bust; above the bust, there was only a
thin ribbon tied around the back of her neck, revealing her shoulders, the area above her chest, and
part of her breasts. However, given the size of my wife's chest, even if the dress only revealed a small portion,
it would still expose half of her breasts, barely covering her areolas, and a small portion of
her buttocks . My wife had only worn this dress once before, on my birthday. I've never worn it again since.
Why would my wife wear this dress out today? A series of questions flooded my mind. Did she
buy a new pair of underwear? That's the only plausible explanation. As for the pink dress, she
must have thrown it in the trash. With a pang of regret, I went to the trash can, wanting
one last look at my dress. Huh? I searched all the trash cans in the house; every single one had trash,
but the dress I wanted wasn't there. Did my wife take it out separately to throw it away? If so, she must
really hate that dress. There's no reason for that. However, with a lingering doubt, I picked up
my phone and dialed a number for a high-definition hidden camera. Two cameras were... Two cameras were installed in the bedroom, two in the bathroom,
and the last two in the living room. After installation, I turned on the cameras, left home alone, and went to
an internet cafe. I played games there until almost closing time before returning home. "Honey, I'm home,"
I called out as usual when I got home. "Honey's home? Dinner's almost ready. Try my
crispy snake slices later. I spent all
day , humph." I glanced at my wife; she was busy in the kitchen as usual, wearing her
usual casual clothes. I could even see her black underwear through her clothes. I clearly remembered that her underwear was neatly lying in the closet
this morning. My wife was busy in the kitchen, while I was alone.
I went to the computer in the bedroom, turned it on, and watched the footage from the five webcams I'd left at home that day
. The footage started when I left, and remained frozen after I left,
constantly fast-forwarding until 2 PM, a few hours after I left—about three hours ago—when my wife
returned. She was wearing the same pink mini-skirt and smooth black stockings. My wife
swayed her hips as she walked into the bathroom. The pink skirt rode up slightly with her hip movement, revealing that she wasn't
wearing underwear. I noticed immediately. After my wife entered the bathroom, I switched to the bathroom camera.
In the footage, my wife was taking off her clothes as she walked towards the bathtub. When she reached the bathtub, she was completely
naked , the black stockings slipping from her fingers. I switched to another
camera in the bathroom, directly opposite the bathtub. I saw a strip of yellow tape, about four fingers wide, completely covering
my wife's genitals. My wife lay down in the bathtub and started turning on the water, while simultaneously rubbing her clitoris. As the water level
rose higher and higher, my wife's rubbing between her legs quickened. Finally, just as the tub was about to fill, she suddenly ripped off the tape
from her genitals , her body arching as she raised her trembling lower body higher and higher. I knew she had orgasmed.

After her orgasm, my wife lay in the bathtub for a while, then reached down to her genitals again. Her fingers probed inside
her vagina , as if trying to dig something out. Suddenly, a black object emerged from her vagina.
Upon closer inspection, it was a black snake's head! I instantly thought of the dinner my wife was making: crispy snake
pieces. My wife grabbed the snake's head, trying hard to pull it out, but the snake inside her
was already knotted. As the snake was slowly pulled out, my wife's vagina widened further and further. Part of the snake's body had been
pulled out , the remaining part knotted into a ball inside my wife's body. My wife
gripped the snake's head with both hands, and without hesitation, pulled the entire snake out with a burst of strength. I watched as my wife's
vagina instantly expanded into a fleshy hole larger than a fist, then quickly closed, convulsing repeatedly
. My wife had another orgasm. Looking at the snake my wife had pulled out, its body was over a meter long, the thickest part of it
thicker than an adult's wrist. My wife rested on the ground for a while, then stood up, carrying the long snake she had just pulled out,
and slowly walked to the kitchen. Naked, she picked up a knife and began to process the snake. After
processing , she cut it into 5-centimeter-long pieces. Each time she cut a piece,
she stuffed it back into her vagina. Watching my wife insert pieces of snake meat into her own vagina, my
penis became intensely engorged. Slowly, the snake that my wife had just pulled out of her vagina, after being
processed by her, returned to her vagina. After all the snake segments were inserted into his wife's vagina,
she used her fingers to push the snake segments deeper into her vagina. Then she opened the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, took
out a 100ml syringe, and then a bowl. She added half a bowl of water, a spoonful of salt, a spoonful of sugar
, and two spoonfuls of flour, and juiced a clove of garlic. She filled the syringe with the prepared yellow sauce, inserted
the syringe tip into her vagina, and injected 100ml of the sauce. There was still a little
bit of liquid left in the bowl, so she drew another half syringe and injected it into
her , she pressed the syringe tip into her vagina and slowly pushed the syringe
in, leaving only the white tail sticking out of the vaginal opening. Then she went to the living room, found some tape, and sealed her
vagina shut. Afterward, she sat in the living room, massaging her lower abdomen to ensure the snake meat was evenly soaked, while
watching TV. "Honey, the food's ready, come eat!" My wife's voice
came . "Okay, I'm coming," I replied, quickly fast-forwarding through a few clips. In the video
, an hour and a half later, my wife finally peeled off the tape stuck to her genitals. I turned off the security camera and went to
the living room . Seeing my wife looking at me with love, waiting for me to come eat, I was overwhelmed with emotion.

"Honey, let's eat." Looking at the dishes on the table, my wife and I sat down together. The dress she was wearing
was a pink, fitted dress. The dress only had fabric above the chest,
with a thin ribbon tied around her neck, revealing her shoulders,
the area and part of her breasts. However, given the size of my wife's chest, even if the dress only revealed a small
portion, it would still expose half of her breasts, barely covering her areolas, and also
revealing a small part of her buttocks. My wife had only worn this dress once before, on my birthday, and
had never worn it again. Why would my wife wear this dress today? A series of questions flooded my mind.
Had my wife bought another new pair of underwear? That seemed like the only plausible explanation. As for the pink
dress , she must have thrown it in the trash. With a pang of regret, I went to the trash can,
wanting to catch one last look at my dress. Wait, I searched every trash can in the house. Every single one
had trash, but the dress I was looking for wasn't there. Had my wife taken it out separately? If
so, she must really hate that dress. It didn't make sense. However, still harboring a lingering doubt, I
picked up my phone and dialed a number for a high-definition hidden camera. Two were installed in the bedroom, two in
the bathroom, and the last two in the living room. After installation, I turned on the cameras, left home alone, and
went to an internet cafe. I spent the whole time there playing games until almost closing time before returning home. "Honey, I'm home." As
I returned , I called out as usual. "Honey's home? Dinner's almost ready.
Try my crispy snake slices later, see how they taste. Making these garlic-flavored snake slices took me
all day, humph." I glanced at my wife; she was busy in the kitchen as usual,
wearing her usual casual clothes. Through the clothes, I could even see her black underwear. I clearly
remembered that this morning her underwear was neatly lying in the closet. While my wife was busy in the kitchen,
I went to the computer in the bedroom, turned it on, and watched the footage from the five
webcams . The footage started from when I left,
and remained frozen after I left. I kept fast-forwarding until 2 PM, several hours after I left, which was a little over three hours later.
A while ago, my wife returned home, wearing the same pink mini-skirt and smooth black
stockings. She swayed her hips as she entered the bathroom, the pink skirt riding up slightly with her movements, revealing
she wasn't wearing underwear – I noticed immediately. After she entered the bathroom, I switched to the bathroom camera
. The footage showed her walking towards the bathtub, removing her clothes as she went. By the time she reached the tub, she
was completely naked, the black stockings slipping from her fingers. I switched to another
camera in the bathroom, facing the bathtub. I saw a strip of yellow tape, about four fingers wide,
completely covering her vulva. She lay down in the tub and started filling it with water, simultaneously rubbing her
clitoris . As the water filled the tub, her rubbing increased in speed. Finally, just before it was full, she suddenly
ripped off the tape, arching her body and raising her trembling genitals. I knew she
had orgasmed. After her climax, my wife lay in the bathtub for a while, then reached down to her genitals. Her
fingers were probing inside her vagina, as if trying to dig something out. Suddenly, a black object
emerged from her vagina—a black snake's head! I immediately thought of
the dinner : crispy snake pieces. My wife grabbed the snake's head, trying to pull it out forcefully, but
the snake inside her was already knotted. As the snake was pulled out little by little, her vagina widened further and further. Part of the snake's
body had been pulled out; the remaining part was knotted into a ball inside her body.
My wife gripped the snake's head with both hands, and without hesitation, pulled the entire snake out with a burst of strength. I
watched as my wife's vagina instantly expanded into a fleshy hole larger than a fist, then quickly closed,
convulsing climax. Looking at the snake my wife had pulled out, its body was over a meter long, and the thickest part in the middle
was thicker than an adult's wrist. My wife rested on the floor for a while, then stood up, carrying
the long snake she had just pulled out. She slowly walked to the kitchen, naked, and began to process it with a knife.

After processing the snake, she cut it into 5-centimeter-long pieces. Each time she cut a piece, she
stuffed it back into her vagina. Watching her insert the snake meat into her own
vagina, my penis became intensely engorged. Slowly, the snake, which she had just pulled out,
returned to her vagina after her processing. Once all the snake pieces were
inside , she used her fingers to push them deeper. Then she opened the bottom shelf of the refrigerator,
took out a 100ml syringe, and a bowl. She added half a bowl of water, a spoonful of salt,
a spoonful of sugar, two spoonfuls of flour, and the juice from a clove of garlic. She filled the syringe with the prepared yellow
sauce, inserted the syringe tip into her vagina, and injected the 100ml sauce.
There was still a little bit of liquid left
vialin the bowl into her vagina, she pressed the syringe head into her vagina
and slowly pushed the syringe in, leaving only the white tail sticking out of the vaginal opening. Then she went to the living room, found
some tape , and sealed her vagina shut. After that, my wife sat in the living room, massaging her lower abdomen to ensure the snake meat was
evenly soaked, while watching TV. "Honey, the food is ready, come and eat." My wife's voice
came from the living room. "Okay, I'm coming." I replied, quickly fast-forwarding through
a few scenes . In the video, an hour and a half later, my wife finally peeled off the tape stuck to her genitals. I turned off the security camera,
went to the living room, and saw my wife looking at me with loving eyes, waiting for me to come eat. My feelings were indescribable
. "Honey, let's eat." Looking at the snake pieces on the table, my wife and I sat down together. Home.

"Honey, I'm home." As I returned, I called out as usual. "Honey's home
?

Dinner'll be ready soon. Try my crispy snake pieces later; I spent all day making these
garlic-flavored snake pieces, humph." I glanced at my wife; she was
busy in the kitchen as usual, wearing her usual casual clothes. Through her clothes, I could even
see her black underwear. I clearly remembered that this morning her underwear was neatly lying in the closet.

While my wife was busy in the kitchen, I went to the computer in the bedroom, turned it on, and
checked I had stayed home for that day. The footage was captured by five cameras. The video
started when I left home, and remained frozen after I left, continuously fast-forwarding until
2 PM, a few hours after I left—about three hours ago—when my wife returned. She was wearing the same pink
mini-skirt and smooth black stockings. My wife swayed her hips as she entered the bathroom. The pink skirt rode up slightly
due to her movement, revealing she wasn't wearing underwear, which I immediately noticed. After she entered
the bathroom, I switched to the bathroom camera. In the video, my wife was taking off her
clothes as she walked towards the bathtub. By the time she reached the tub, she was already naked. A wisp of black stockings slipped from my wife's fingertips.
I switched to another camera in the bathroom, facing the bathtub. I saw a strip of
yellow tape, about four fingers wide, completely covering her vulva. My wife lay in the bathtub and started filling it with water,
simultaneously rubbing her clitoris. The water filled the tub more and more, and her rubbing between her legs quickened
. Finally, just as it was about to fill, she suddenly ripped off the tape, arching her body and
raising her trembling genitals higher. I knew she had orgasmed. After her orgasm, my wife lay in the bathtub for a while,
then reached down to her genitals again. Her fingers were probing inside her vulva, as if trying to dig... Suddenly,
a black object emerged from my wife's vagina. Upon closer inspection, it was a black snake's head! I instantly
thought of the dinner my wife was making: crispy snake slices. My wife grabbed the snake's head, trying to pull it out forcefully
, but the snake inside her body was already knotted. As the snake was pulled out little by little,
my wife 's vagina expanded wider and wider. Part of the snake's body had been pulled out, and the remaining part
was knotted into a ball inside my wife's body. My wife held the pulled-out snake's head with both hands, and without hesitation,
she . I watched as my wife's vagina instantly expanded into a fleshy mass larger than a fist.
The hole then quickly closed, convulsing repeatedly, and my wife climaxed again. Looking at the snake my wife had pulled out, its body
was over a meter long, and the thickest part in the middle was thicker than an adult's wrist. My wife lay on the ground resting
for a while, then stood up, holding the long snake she had just pulled out, and slowly walked to the kitchen. Naked, she
picked up a knife and began to process the snake. After processing the snake,
she cut it into 5-centimeter-long pieces. Each time she cut off a piece, she stuffed it back into her vagina. Watching my wife insert pieces of
snake meat into her own vagina, my penis became intensely engorged. Slowly,
the snake that my wife had just pulled out of her vagina, after being processed by her, returned to her vagina. After
all the snake segments were inserted into his wife's vagina, she used her fingers to push the snake segments deeper into her vagina.
Then she opened the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, took out a 100ml syringe, and then
a bowl. She added half a bowl of water, a spoonful of salt, a spoonful of sugar, and two spoonfuls of flour, and juiced a clove of garlic. She
filled the syringe with the prepared yellow sauce, inserted the syringe tip into her vagina, and
injected 100ml of the sauce. There was still a little bit of liquid left in the bowl, so she drew another half syringe and injected it into
her vagina. After injecting the last half syringe of liquid, she pressed the syringe tip into her
vagina and slowly pushed the syringe in, leaving only the white tail sticking out of the vaginal opening.
Then she went to the living room, found some tape, and sealed her vagina shut. Afterward, she sat in the living room,
massaging her abdomen to ensure the snake meat was evenly soaked, while watching TV. "Honey, the food's ready, come
eat!" My wife's voice came from the living room. "Okay, I'm coming," I replied.
I quickly fast-forwarded through a few clips; an hour and a half later, my wife finally peeled off the tape stuck to her genitals.

I turned off the monitor and went to the living room. Seeing my wife looking at me with love, waiting for me to come
eat , I was overwhelmed with emotion. "Honey, let's eat," I said, looking at the dishes on the table
. My wife and I sat down together. Then I saw it: a strip of yellow tape, about four
fingers wide, completely covered my wife's vulva. She lay in the bathtub and started filling it with water, simultaneously rubbing her
clitoris. As the water filled the tub, she rubbed her clitoris faster and faster. Finally, just as it was about to overflow,
she suddenly ripped off the tape, arching her body and raising her trembling genitals. I knew
she had orgasmed. After her climax, my wife lay in the bathtub for a while, then reached down to her genitals.
Her fingers were probing inside her vagina, as if trying to dig something out. Suddenly, a black object
emerged from her vagina—a black snake's head! I immediately thought of
the dinner my wife was making: crispy snake pieces. My wife grabbed the snake's head, trying to pull it out forcefully, but
the snake inside her was already knotted. As the snake was pulled out little by little, her vagina widened further and further.

Part of the snake's body had been pulled out; the remaining part was knotted into a
ball inside her body. My wife gripped the snake's head with both hands, and without hesitation, pulled the entire snake out with a burst of strength.
I watched as my wife's vagina instantly expanded into a fleshy hole larger than a fist, then quickly closed, convulsing
repeatedly . My wife had another climax. Looking at the snake my wife had pulled out, its body was over a meter long, and the thickest
part in the middle was thicker than an adult's wrist. My wife rested on the floor for a while, then stood up, carrying
the long snake she had just pulled out. She slowly walked to the kitchen, naked, and began to process it with a knife
.

After processing the snake, she cut it into 5-centimeter-long pieces. Each time she cut a piece, she
stuffed it back into her vagina. Watching her insert the snake meat into her own
vagina, my penis became intensely engorged. Slowly, the snake, which she had just pulled out,
returned to her vagina after her processing. Once all the snake pieces were
inside , she used her fingers to push them deeper. Then she opened the bottom shelf of the refrigerator,
took out a 100ml syringe, and a bowl. She added half a bowl of water, a spoonful of salt,
a spoonful of sugar, two spoonfuls of flour, and the juice from a clove of garlic. She filled the syringe with the prepared yellow
sauce, inserted the syringe tip into her vagina, and injected the 100ml sauce.
There was still a little bit of liquid left
vialin the bowl into her vagina, she pressed the syringe head into her vagina
and slowly pushed the syringe in, leaving only the white tail sticking out of the vaginal opening. Then she went to the living room, found
some tape , and sealed her vagina shut. After that, my wife sat in the living room, massaging her lower abdomen to soak the snake meat
evenly while watching TV. "Honey, the food is ready, come and eat." My wife's voice
came from the living room. "Okay, I'm coming." I replied and quickly fast-forwarded
a few segments of the video. An hour and a half later, my wife finally tore off the tape stuck to her genitals. I turned off the monitor,
went to the living room, and saw my wife looking at me with love, waiting for me to come eat. My feelings were indescribable
. "Honey, let's eat." Looking at the snake pieces on the table, my wife and I sat down together.
Naked I picked up a knife and began to process the snake. After cleaning the snake, my wife cut it into 5-centimeter-long
pieces. Each time she cut a piece, she stuffed it back into her vagina. Watching
her insert the snake meat into her own vagina made my penis throb with blood. Slowly,
the snake, which she had just pulled out of her vagina, returned to her vagina after her treatment.
Once all the snake pieces were inside, she used her fingers to push them deeper.
Then she opened the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, took out a 100ml syringe, and
a bowl. She added half a bowl of water, a spoonful of salt, a spoonful of sugar, two spoonfuls of flour, and the juice from a clove of garlic.
She filled the syringe with the prepared yellow sauce, inserted the syringe tip into her vagina, and
injected the 100ml sauce. There was still a little bit of liquid left in the bowl. The wife sucked up one and a half vials and injected it all into
her genitals. After the last half vial of liquid was injected into her vagina, the wife held down her head and inserted it into herself.
The syringe was slowly pushed into her vagina, leaving only the white end sticking out at the
entrance . Then, my wife went to the living room and found some tape, sealing her vagina shut. Afterward, she sat
in the living room, massaging her lower abdomen to ensure the snake meat was evenly soaked, while watching TV. "Honey, the food's ready,
come eat!" her voice came from the living room. "Okay, I'm coming," I
replied , quickly fast-forwarding through a few clips. An hour and a half into the video, my wife finally removed the tape from her genitals
. I turned off the security camera, went to the living room, and saw my wife looking at me with loving eyes, waiting for
me to come eat. My feelings were indescribable. "Honey, let's eat." Looking at the snake pieces on the table,
my wife and I sat down together. "I responded and quickly fast-forwarded through a few clips.
In the video, an hour and a half later, my wife finally peeled off the tape stuck to her genitals. I turned off the monitor, went to
the living room, and saw my wife looking at me with love, waiting for me to come and eat. My feelings were indescribable." "

Wife, let's eat." "Looking at the snake pieces on the table, my wife and I sat down together."

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