The Secret History of Xiangyang

page views:1 Publication date:2022-09-28

At that time, Guo Jing and Huang Rong had only been married a short time. However, Guo Jing's heart was with the border. Although he was on Peach Blossom Island, he was thinking about returning to Xiangyang to strengthen its defenses. Although Huang Rong was unwilling, she had no choice but to comply with Guo Jing's wishes. So, less than a month after their marriage, the two left Peach Blossom Island and came to Xiangyang.
Guo Jing then trained the soldiers according to the methods of "The Military Manual of Yue Fei," and in a short time, he restored order to the previously chaotic city defenses. Guo Jing himself felt that he had found the meaning of life. Although it was already night, he was still studying "The Art of War" in his study, trying to combine it with "The Military Manual of Yue Fei"... In Huang Rong's room, Huang Rong was chatting with several wives and concubines of Lü Wenhuan, the governor of Xiangyang.
Huang Rong was only eighteen years old at the time, in the prime of her youth. In Xiangyang, where no one else spoke, she got along quite well with Lü Wenhuan's young wives and concubines. She had few female friends in her life, and discussing clothing, makeup, and jewelry with her female companions was far more interesting to Huang Rong than the profound mysteries of the Nine Yin Manual.
However, the conversations of married women often revolved around matters of the bedroom. Huang Rong was initially extremely shy, but gradually she became interested in the topics others were discussing. Seeing Huang Rong's stunning beauty yet her near-complete ignorance of sex, the women often teased her, "Miss Huang, with your perfect face and figure, and with Master Guo's martial arts being so superb, you must be enjoying countless pleasures." "Of course! Look at our husband (Lü Wenhuan), although he never practices martial arts and is quite old, he's incredibly energetic in bed, often going at it for half an hour or an hour, leaving us unable to walk the next day... Master Guo's martial arts are so high, naturally he's invincible, not to mention facing a beauty like Sister Rong, and having sex three or four times a day..." "What?" "Yes! Miss Huang can still practice her skills the next day, I really admire you!..." Huang Rong blushed and didn't know how to answer, only saying, "Sisters, you flatter me, I don't have that kind of beauty." One of the concubines chuckled and said, "Sister Rong, you may not know, but Guo Daxia's training is so effective now, you deserve at least half the credit." Huang Rong asked in confusion, "What do you mean?" "Soldiers used to train so diligently, lining up to assemble every morning. Now look at everyone, who isn't here early in the morning? Do you think it's because of Guo Daxia's stupid orders?" "Is this how it's supposed to end? Those soldiers were just hoping to catch a glimpse of you this morning, Rong-meimei, since you were coming out with Master Guo..." "Yes, yes, yes! I have something to say, Miss Huang, don't be angry, but these days, almost every customer in the popular brothels in Xiangyang is talking about Miss Huang's figure and looks. Even the girls there try their best to imitate your style to attract customers!" "Yes, yes, not just the people there, even my master, you know, that day in bed he insisted I dress like Miss Huang." "They dressed me in similar clothes, styled my hair in a similar way, and then made me turn around and have sex with me from behind. While they were doing it, they made me moan, 'Rong'er is about to be fucked to death... Lord Lü is about to fuck Rong'er to death...'" Huang Rong quickly said, "Nonsense! How could such an absurd thing happen!" The concubine smiled and said, "Miss Huang, you don't know, men are just like that. They're fucking one person, but they might be thinking about another woman. I bet nine out of ten men in the city are fantasizing about sleeping with Miss Huang right now!" A few years earlier, Huang Rong would never have tolerated such words. However, after getting married and experiencing the pleasures of sex, the naturally lively Huang Rong developed a considerable interest and gradually accepted these things. In addition, Guo Jing was completely oblivious to romance. In the two months of their marriage, they had had sex no more than four times. Although she wasn't unbearably lonely, Huang Rong did have some unspeakable regret. Hearing this now, she felt a strange, indescribable feeling... That night, Huang Rong had a dream that made her heart race.
She dreamt that she and Lü Wenhuan were discussing city defenses, while he kept reaching down to her sensitive vulva, caressing and stroking it. Though filled with shock and anger, she couldn't move, instead spreading her legs to allow his fingers to penetrate. When Lü Wenhuan's short, thick fingers entered her vulva, her body suddenly trembled uncontrollably, as if something was about to gush out—at the same time, Huang Rong awoke with a start, finding herself drenched in sweat. She instinctively touched her vulva, only to discover that not only her genitals but also the bedding beneath her were stained with slippery bodily fluids.
That day, one of Lü Wenhuan's favorite concubines came to Huang Rong's residence, asking to borrow some clothes and hair accessories.
The concubine was about the same height as Huang Rong, and although not as graceful, she was still slender and attractive. Wearing Huang Rong's clothes, from a distance, it was difficult to tell the difference.
But when asked what she needed the clothes for, the concubine hesitated and refused to answer. Remembering the conversation among the women that day about how Lü Wenhuan sometimes had his wives and concubines wear similar clothes before engaging in sexual intercourse, Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat: Could it be…? As night fell, Huang Rong went to the study. Guo Jing wasn't well-educated and was currently engrossed in studying military strategy, often confused by the allusions. Huang Rong became his teacher in this regard, not only telling him about numerous classic historical battles but also teaching him basic grammar and sentence structure.
Normally, with his beautiful wife beside him, any man would find it difficult to concentrate on his studies, let alone a stunning beauty like Huang Rong. However, Guo Jing had practiced Taoist internal energy cultivation since childhood, possessing exceptional concentration. The Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, though of low
martial arts skill, adhered to the outdated belief that "one drop of semen is worth ten drops of blood," insisting that virgin semen was the foundation of internal strength. Therefore, in Guo Jing's subconscious, sexual intercourse between husband and wife was utterly meaningless. Although the Nine Yin Manual had a dedicated section on dual cultivation, Guo Jing ignored it.
At this moment, Huang Rong recounted to Guo Jing the legendary battle in which the peerless master Zhang Fei used his self-created Lion's Roar to repel an army of tens of thousands. Guo Jing, lost in thought, completely ignored his beautiful wife nestled against him, her thin clothes barely concealing her alluring figure. He said to Huang Rong, "Rong'er, let me think about how to combine the inner workings of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms with the Lion's Roar. Perhaps it will be of great use in the future. You should go back and rest early." Huang Rong had assumed that after finishing her explanation of military strategy, Guo Jing would return to their room with her. Having talked so much with Lü Wenhuan's wives and concubines these past few days, she had also been hoping that her beloved Guo Jing would be more proactive and intimate with her. She even wished they could have "four or five times a night" as others imagined. She never expected that she would be sleeping alone again tonight.
Although she was dissatisfied, her husband was diligently studying and practicing martial arts, and she couldn't really find fault with him. With a sigh, Huang Rong could only say, "Take care of yourself, Guo Jing, and rest early," before slowly turning and leaving.
The courtyard outside was quiet. Huang Rong looked at the deserted doorway, feeling a pang of sadness. She thought of what other women said about their men—that they were all incredibly energetic at night, driving them to tears… Thinking of those women's words, Huang Rong couldn't help but laugh: who knows if they were just talking nonsense or if it was true? Not every man is that lustful.
Suddenly, an idea struck Huang Rong: why not go and see if Lord Lü was really as they said? Huang Rong was naturally impulsive, and even after being with Guo Jing, she still acted recklessly. To her, peeping at someone's intimate moments wasn't particularly wrong.
Lü Wenhuan's residence wasn't far, and in no time Huang Rong arrived at the roof of the Lü family compound. She gently lifted a tile and looked down. Sure enough, the concubine who had come to borrow clothes during the day was now dressed as Huang Rong and standing in the room, while Lü Wenhuan sat upright in a chair.
"Huh? Why is that foolish official Lü Wenhuan still wearing court robes in his own home?" Huang Rong wondered, but she was even more curious about the concubine dressed in her own clothes, who was holding a green bamboo stick. From a distance, she did indeed resemble Huang Rong by about five or six points.
The concubine stepped forward, pointed the bamboo stick at Lü Wenhuan, and shouted, "You dog of an official!
The Mongol army is approaching, and you're still enjoying yourself here! Outrageous!!" Her words and expression were extremely fierce, and her words were exactly the same as what Guo Jing and Huang Rong had said when they first arrived in Xiangyang and forced Lü Wenhuan to hand over his military power.
Huang Rong was greatly surprised: Huh? What? Now even Lü's concubine is so righteous?
But then she saw Lü Wenhuan sneer, "How dare a lowly commoner be so arrogant in front of me? Let me teach you a lesson!" With that, he stood up and walked towards Huang Rong, who was dressed as a concubine.
The concubine let out a soft cry and limply swung the bamboo stick, as if to strike forward.
This light, effortless movement had no effect whatsoever on the obese Lü Wenhuan. He easily slapped the stick away and then kicked the concubine to the ground.
The concubine let out a charming "Ah!" and tried to turn her head, but Lü Wenhuan hissed, "Don't turn your head! How can your face compare to Huang Rong's? Don't spoil my mood!" Having intended to turn her face to please her master, she was instead reprimanded. The concubine quickly turned her head away, pretending to groan on the ground.
The woman was quite slender, and lying on her side on the ground, her curves were indeed fully revealed. Knowing Lü Wenhuan's deep longing for Huang Rong, she cried out in a sweet voice, "Ah! Rong'er can't stand up, Lord Lü, please let me go!" Lü Wenhuan, initially displeased that the concubine's appearance had ruined the atmosphere, immediately brightened upon hearing the soft, seductive voice utter the word "Rong'er." He kicked her hard again, shouting,
"Huang Rong, you wicked woman, how dare you be so insolent before me! See how I deal with you!" The woman on the ground, intending to please her master, had deliberately raised her buttocks to arouse his desire, but unknowingly placed her most sensitive and vulnerable part under his feet.
Lü Wenhuan's kick landed squarely on the concubine's vulva, causing her to scream in agony, clutching her genitals and trembling uncontrollably. Even at this moment, she still didn't forget to pretend to be Huang Rong, crying out intermittently, "Ah... I... it hurts so much, Rong'er! It hurts so much! Lord Lü, please spare me! Rong'er will give you anything, please don't hit me anymore!!" Lü Wenhuan was so excited that his face turned red, and his voice almost changed as he shouted, "Huang Rong, as the leader of the Beggars' Sect, the daughter of the Peach Blossom Island Master, and the wife of Guo Jing, what right do I have to spare you!?" Although the concubine was in excruciating pain in her lower body, she still tried her best to say in a charming voice, "I... oh... although Rong'er is the leader of the Beggars' Sect, she is just a commoner, how can she be compared to you, sir. Sir, please do Rong'er!
Rong'er gives you her body, let you do her to the bone!" As she spoke, she tried her best to stick her buttocks up, put on a doggy-style position on the ground, and reached out to lift up her skirt, revealing her white buttocks that were not wearing anything underneath.
Lu Wenhuan roared, "Today I will fuck you, Huang Rong, you lawless slut, until you're pierced and torn apart!" He then pounced on the woman on the ground… Leaving aside Lu Wenhuan's actions, Huang Rong, who was peeking from the rooftop, was initially confused, then realized they were imitating her flirting, which she found quite amusing. But when the concubine, after being kicked, cried out for Lord Lu to fuck her to death, Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat. Although she knew it was all an act, she felt only a hint of anger, but mostly curiosity—even anticipation.
The concubine's dog-like posture, with her buttocks raised, also seemed quite novel to Huang Rong.
In fact, in the only four times she had marital relations since her marriage, she had always lay flat on the bed with her legs spread wide, and Guo Jing had entered her from the front.
Originally, the traditional method wasn't so boring, but Guo Jing's principle in martial arts training since childhood was meticulousness and never unconventional. Therefore, his rhythm and strength were completely identical—like masters before a duel, all his movements were perfectly coordinated and unified, without any flaws.
However, this was harmful rather than beneficial in matters of the bedroom. Once, Huang Rong felt an unbearable tingling and itching sensation inside her vagina from Guo Jing's friction, and couldn't help but raise her hips to allow Guo Jing to penetrate deeper. However, this slight change made Guo Jing very uncomfortable, and he finished quickly. At this moment,
he saw Lü Wenhuan riding on his concubine, thrusting into her from behind and fucking her hard. The woman's white buttocks swayed back and forth with the man's dark penis, creating a stark contrast. The concubine cried out, "Rong'er is dying... Lord Lü, you're making Rong'er feel so good... Rong'er is soaking wet...!" Lü Wenhuan, while having sex with the woman beneath him, greedily inhaled the scent of Huang Rong's clothes, fantasizing that the real Huang Rong was helplessly spreading her legs beneath him, letting him have his way. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh... Huang Rong, you slut! I'm going to fuck you to death, you number one beauty!! I'll send troops to deal with you two tomorrow, I'm going to rape you in public..." Huang Rong, lying on the roof, felt her heart pounding like a donkey's. She never imagined that peeping at someone else's sexual intercourse would elicit such a strong reaction.
At this moment, she felt not only her legs were weak and sore, but also hot fluid flowing from between her legs, seemingly soaking even her fur trousers.
In her utter confusion, she unconsciously mimicked the concubine's posture, lying prone on the roof and arching her shapely buttocks. Each thrust of Lü Wenhuan felt like a real impact, sending shivers down her spine. She couldn't resist reaching down to her lower body, slowly inserting a finger into her already soaked vulva beneath her skirt… The strange sensation of the finger entering her caused Huang Rong to let out a soft moan. Her body tensed uncontrollably, but a long-lost pleasure then spread throughout her body, rendering her unable to think or stop her finger's movements. As if possessed, she began to move in rhythm with Lü Wenhuan's thrusts from the room below.
If Lü Wenhuan were skilled in martial arts, he would have already heard Huang Rong's low moans and slight trembling from the rooftop. However, this civil official was currently focused entirely on the concubine disguised as Huang Rong, thrusting frantically, completely unaware that the real Huang Rong was on the rooftop, her legs spread wide, exposing her vulva… Huang Rong's breathing grew increasingly rapid. She closed her eyes, solely savoring the pleasure of being penetrated, but her mind wasn't just filled with Guo Jing, nor just Lü Wenhuan. At this moment, she thought of Ouyang Ke, Yang Kang, the Western Poison, and even Master Yideng, who had healed her wounds years ago—the first time in her life she had been completely naked before another man… And at this moment, all sorts of thoughts flooded her mind: If Ouyang Ke had caught me back then, would he have made me lie on the ground with my ass sticking up for him to fuck me? Oh, and Yang Kang, I wonder if he was imagining fucking me when he was fucking Sister Mu… Oh, what if they had caught me in Niujia Village that time, would they have both come and fucked me together? Oh, why am I thinking like this? What's wrong with me? "Oh my god, if I get caught by the Mongols, those stinky Mongols will line up to bully me! How can I stand it!" Oh—an uncontrollable stream of erotic thoughts flooded Huang Rong's mind in an instant, making her uncontrollably open her vulva completely, inserting both fingers and stirring them rapidly. The immense fullness in her lower body sent a jolt of pleasure through her, making her completely forget that she was spying on someone. She raised her round, perky buttocks and shook them vigorously.
In that instant, Huang Rong felt as if all the men she had seen before were lewdly pounding her vulva from behind with their thick, long penises. She felt a strange pleasure that made her whole body burn unbearably. Without even touching them, she could feel her nipples hard and swollen, rubbing uncomfortably against her clothes. Her vaginal fluids gushed out, and she could feel the fluids flowing down her thighs. Each time her fingers were withdrawn, a "plop" sound made her feel both shy and excited.
Finally, Huang Rong felt a shiver run through her body, an intense pleasure spreading from her lower body. Everything in the world seemed to cease to exist. She couldn't help but moan loudly, "Oh! Oh!" followed by a scream of both pleasure and pain. A large amount of fluid gushed from her genitals, and she collapsed limply on the rooftop. Huang Rong
couldn't be with anyone? That was impossible. In the martial arts world, the strong prey on the weak. It's impossible for a master to survive decades without making a mistake, let alone a peerless beauty like Huang Rong. People would be after her at any time; how could she not be raped? How could she not be gang-raped?!
However, Huang Rong could be with Tuolei, with Lü Wende, with Yang Guo, but to make her submit to these men would not be Huang Rong. She could be lewd, wanton, sell herself, seduce others, but Huang Rong was Huang Rong. These were things she could do as she pleased, and no one could force her to do what she didn't like.
In addition, I also plan to write about Guo Jing, currently planning to follow Hu Zuofei's style... By the way, I've written about him before on Qinghai and Gaoyang ("The Unknown Story of the Condor Heroes" and "Huang Rong in the Palace"), but those websites have all shut down. It's not that I don't want to continue, but it
's too discouraging. Fengyue... uh, hehe, still has credibility. There won't be any new ones after this one; the plan is to write one per week from now on. I don't have a
complete overall concept yet. As mentioned before, following Hu Zuofei's style, each story will be a short one, which is easier to control
and allows for more diverse themes. My writing isn't very good, but I have a lot of ideas. ********** ... He felt that being able to dedicate his limited energy to the boundless cause of defending the city was truly the greatest joy in life!
Last night, hearing the story of Zhang Fei's shout that repelled tens of thousands of troops at Changban Slope gave Guo Jing a new goal—Zhang Yide, without any sect or school, and whose internal energy cultivation was certainly not the orthodox Xuanmen style, could shout that repelled tens of thousands of troops simply by his own understanding. If he, relying on the Nine Yin Manual and the internal energy honed by the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, shouted a few more times, wouldn't all those hundreds of thousands of Mongol troops be wiped out?! ?! However,
after pondering this all night, Guo Jing still couldn't figure it out: The masters of the time who could repel enemies with their voices, whether it was the Eastern Heretic, the Western Poison, or Hong Qigong, judging from the level they displayed during their duel on Peach Blossom Island, could only repel about a hundred people at most, or at most a thousand if the numbers were dense. To shout that repelled tens of thousands? Uh, were the masters of the Three Kingdoms era really that skilled in internal energy? (In reality, even the Golden-Haired Lion King of later generations only managed to knock out a few hundred people with his shout).
Guo Jing was always patient, so he would put aside any problems he couldn't figure out for the time being. Seeing that it was already dawn, he got up and headed back to his own courtyard.
The Lü family compound wasn't far from the Guo family compound, and Guo Jing was just passing by the Lü family's gate. It was early morning, and the surroundings were very quiet. Guo Jing was looking forward to going home and trying Huang Rong's breakfast when he vaguely heard the name "Rong'er."
"Huh?" Guo Jing stopped, looking around in confusion.
"Huang Rong!" This time the voice was clearer. Guo Jing listened carefully; the voice was coming from inside the Lü family's house.
"Eh? Could it be that Rong'er went to Lord Lü's house to discuss state affairs so early? She's finally starting to care about the country." Guo Jing felt a surge of joy. Not wanting to interrupt Huang Rong's meeting with Lord Lü, he leaped onto the Lü family's roof.
"Lord Lü appears so powerful, yet he's so poor, even missing a tile from his roof... Sigh, being an official of the court is truly hard!" Guo Jing sighed, surprised that a tile was missing from the Lü family's roof. He peered down through the gap and was startled.
A beautiful young woman was nestled in Lü Wende's arms, and Lü Wende had his hands inside her clothes.
Although the angle obscured her face, the girl's attire and hairstyle were unmistakably Huang Rong!
Guo Jing was utterly astonished, his mind a jumble: What's going on? Is that Rong'er? Hmm, there's a green bamboo stick beside her... who else could it be but Rong'er? That dress is her favorite pale yellow shirt!! But why is she sitting in Lord Lü's lap? Does discussing state affairs require such formality?
But then he heard Lü Wende lewdly say, "Huang Rong, did you enjoy it last night?" Huang Rong let out a soft moan and whispered, "My lord almost fucked me to death." This simple conversation was like a thunderbolt to Guo Jing: What?! What were they talking about?!
What do you mean, "fucked to death"?!
Lü Wende reached his right hand from Huang Rong's chest and then onto her thigh, chuckling, "Little slut, why are your legs so tightly closed?" Huang Rong lowered her head and whispered almost inaudibly, "Master, please let me go. Last night, you almost made my little hole bleed from all that thrusting, and it still hurts terribly..." Before she could finish, she cried out, "Ah!" as Lü Wende forced his hand into her vulva.
Guo Jing was in utter confusion: How could this be? How could Rong'er be like this?! Is this my Rong'er?!
However, with Huang Rong's soft cry, Lü Wende simply pushed her to the ground, pulled up her skirt to reveal her white buttocks, and frantically groped inside her vagina with one hand, saying repeatedly, "Huang Rong, you slut, you want more after just one time! I'll get you pregnant!" As Lü Wende continued his actions, Huang Rong raised her buttocks high and groaned loudly, "Rong'er is a slut! Rong'er wants Lord Lü to fuck her! Lord Lü, come and fuck Rong'er to death! Rong'er can't take it anymore!!" Faced with this scene, Guo Jing, though unable to accept this reality for a moment, suddenly felt a surge of heat in his dantian, seemingly beyond his control.
"Oh no! Am I going to suffer a qi deviation?! How could this be? I'm practicing the orthodox Xuanmen!!" But Guo Jing quickly realized that this was not a qi deviation. Although the heat gathered at the "Qi Hai" and "Huiyin" acupoints, it did not affect his internal energy—this feeling was unfamiliar, yet somewhat familiar.
Guo Jing suddenly recalled his wedding night, when he had felt a similar sensation as he pressed himself against Rong'er's body, following the instructions in the book. However, at that time, fearing that his internal energy might go out of control and harm Huang Rong, he immediately used the Quanzhen Heart Sutra to suppress the feeling.
Several times afterward, especially at night, when facing Huang Rong, he felt his internal energy spiraling out of control, always having to immediately circulate his inner energy to calm it down… But now, upon closer examination, he realized it wasn't a loss of control over his internal energy; he couldn't quite describe what it was, but it didn't seem uncomfortable.
However, Guo Jing further realized that this inexplicable feeling seemed to stem from seeing his beloved Rong'er's snow-white buttocks being played with by Lü Wende's fat fingers.
At this moment, the scene below changed again. Lü Wende, kneeling behind the prostrate Huang Rong, pulled out his dark penis and rubbed it back and forth against Huang Rong's parted vulva, about to penetrate her.
Although Guo Jing was slow-witted, he knew what was about to happen. Despite the increasingly intense burning sensation within him, he disregarded everything else and leaped down from the roof, shoving open the door and shouting, "Lord Lü!!" But it was too late. The instant Guo Jing opened the door, he saw Huang Rong on the ground, her buttocks raised high, her long, snow-white neck arched, her eyes tightly closed, letting out a painful yet pleasurable cry. Lü Wende had already thrust his penis deep into Huang Rong's body… Just as Lü Wende was experiencing unparalleled pleasure, he suddenly heard a deafening roar, felt his vision go black, and fainted. This was Guo Jing unintentionally using the Lion's Roar technique he had painstakingly studied.
However, looking at the two unconscious figures on the ground, Guo Jing realized he had made a mistake.
It wasn't Huang Rong, but merely Lü's concubine dressed as Huang Rong.
Guo Jing returned home in a daze, his mind a complete mess. Although he knew he had mistaken her for someone else, this scene was something he had never imagined in his life.
His beloved Rong'er was naked, pinned down by another man, his penis thrusting in and out of her delicate lower body… Even more terrifying, seeing this scene, he felt not anger, but pity and—excitement!!
Guo Jing's simple mind couldn't handle such a massive amount of analysis; the more he thought about it, the more his head ached—perhaps what he had just seen was just a dream?
However, what he saw was not a dream!!
At this moment, Guo Jing had returned to his bedroom at home, and before him lay Huang Rong, sleeping peacefully. Her peerless, beautiful face, now glowing pink in the morning sun, was breathtakingly beautiful. And beneath the blanket, her two snow-white, tender thighs, slender calves, and delicate, adorable toes… Guo Jing suddenly felt the heat that had surged within him earlier surge through his entire body tenfold, a hundredfold stronger, and his penis was harder than ever before!
If it were before, he would only have been terrified! Confused!
But now, he knew this wasn't some kind of demonic possession. He knew what he had to do—like Lü Wende, insert his penis into Rong'er's soft, round buttocks and her incredibly smooth vagina!
He spread his hands, and his clothes flew off under the surge of his internal energy. Naked, he walked to the bed and abruptly pulled off the covers covering Huang Rong.
Huang Rong, who was having a sweet dream, suddenly felt a chill and quickly opened her eyes... "Ah...who is this??!!" She saw an exceptionally imposing man standing before her, with strong pectoral muscles, thick arms, six hard abs—uh, and a huge, hard, red penis!
This person was actually Brother Jing?!
Guo Jing looked at the naked Huang Rong and felt for the first time a feeling that excited him more than martial arts and military strategy. This feeling compelled him to possess the beautiful woman on the bed and enter her!
He roared, "Rong'er, I want to fuck you!!" and pressed down on her.
Before Huang Rong could understand what was happening, she was almost suffocated by the pressure.
"What's wrong with Brother Jing today?" Before she could even think, she felt a sharp pain in her lower body, followed by another.
It turned out that Guo Jing was impatient and wanted to enter her body directly. However, Huang Rong had just woken up and was completely numb, both physically and mentally. Her vulva was tightly closed, making entry difficult. Guo Jing, at a loss, could only thrust his hard penis haphazardly.
Seeing Guo Jing's eagerness, Huang Rong sighed and whispered, "Brother Jing, you big idiot." As she spoke, she reached out and grasped Guo Jing's penis.
The soft touch of Huang Rong's hand made Guo Jing feel an extraordinary comfort in his lower body. He let out a "whoosh" of pleasure and, without thinking, hugged Huang Rong tightly, his large mouth nibbling wildly at her snow-white, full breasts.
Huang Rong was suddenly unable to move from his embrace and was being bitten repeatedly. Although there was some pain, this was the first time in Huang Rong's eighteen years of marriage that a man had so wantonly vented his desires on her.
Guo Jing's stiff beard brushed against her sensitive nipples, quickly making Huang Rong feel a numb and itchy sensation in her chest, while her two lovely pink nipples slowly became sharper and more sensitive.
Guo Jing's strong chest muscles and arms made Huang Rong feel so powerless and weak, and she really wanted to completely surrender her body to this man, to let him bully her as he pleased... The shy and charming Huang Rong felt her lower body gradually becoming wet, and slippery fluids flowed down her buttocks, wetting her thighs and flowing onto the bed... Moreover, she could feel that her originally tightly closed vulva was now wide open, as if something wanted to enter, and she couldn't help but moan softly. The beautiful woman's moans further stimulated Guo Jing, and his engorged penis swelled even more, making Huang Rong unable to hold on any longer.
She whispered to Guo Jing, "Brother Jing, come, hold me tight!" Then she raised her buttocks slightly, aimed the hot, hard penis in her hand at her vulva, placed it at the entrance of her vagina, closed her eyes, and whispered in Guo Jing's ear, "Brother Jing, Rong'er's body is all yours, fuck me to death!" Guo Jing was already burning with lust, and hearing Huang Rong's words, and feeling the hot, fragrant breath in his ear, he immediately roared and thrust his penis forward hard. At the same time, Huang Rong spread her legs wide and thrust her fully opened vulva downwards.

More exciting content can be found at yinxiangyinse.eee67.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/194313.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=194313&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : Hacker Auntie (Complete)

Next Page : My sister-in-law is sexy and alluring; just seeing her makes me hard. (Simplified Chinese)

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

The Secret History of Xiangyang

comment Open a new window to view comments