A preference for old vaginas

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Midnight. A torn tissue was placed nearby for later use. Xiao Lai masturbated while browsing the internet. Under the pale blue
glow , the guy's eyes were glazed, his face contorted
with grotesque fangs —he looked like a monster. His penis head was bright red and gleaming,

ready to strike, dripping with precum. The time before the shot was the most pleasurable yet most agonizing. He tried to prolong it. Unsuccessfully. His penis fired a bullet at the monitor,
heavy, warm, and relentlessly brimming with despair. The post displayed on the monitor was titled "Just Fucked
a 74-Year-Old Top-Tier Slut," with high-definition pictures: an old, fleshy cunt, wet and slippery, the old woman's
wrinkled fingers parted at the opening, a pure gold ring deeply embedded in her calloused skin.

The bullet shot into the tissue, crumpled, and tossed to the ground. After finishing, the guy couldn't open his eyes anymore and sat
motionless in his chair in front of the computer. The computer wasn't off; he had fallen into a deep sleep. At his feet, the fresh semen from the tissue
emitted the sweet scent of malt biscuits. Two hours later, as he moved to bed, he was still thinking about the
crumpled toilet paper on the floor. He told himself, "Remember to throw it in the toilet tomorrow morning." His mother always came in to tidy up
this and that, ostensibly to help organize things, but he knew exactly what she was thinking. He
couldn't let his mother find out this incriminating evidence.

In his dream, he came to a pine forest and suddenly saw a woman under a tree, wearing a floral shirt,
her buttocks , leaning against a thick pine tree. She said to him, "I'm 55 years old, it's tough, really tough. I've never experienced
that kind of orgasm, that kind of contraction that a woman should have. I've had the feeling of wanting it, but I have no experience. He finishes before I even reach it
. If I take it slow, I lose all feeling. Then he said I'm frigid. Now I'm thinking, right now my penis
is so hard, can my little brother help me? Make me contract, make me thrust, make me climax."

As she spoke, the woman spread her legs open. Xiao Lai caught sight of a long, drooping vulva, like a large
apricot, brown and stringy. The woman pulled his hand to touch it; the flesh was plump, tender, and slippery.
His fingers slipped inside, and he heard the woman moan, "Chun'er!" Looking up again, the woman had transformed into an older woman,
her face flushed and her eyes glazed.

Just then, some bastard launched a thermos bottle flask at him, flying wildly towards him and crashing into
a pine tree trunk. The bottle shattered beside his ear, shards flying everywhere. Xiao Lai woke up to find it was just his alarm clock ringing.
Something important today! Remember? No sleeping in! He jumped up, dressed, put on his shoes, grabbed two fried meatballs, stuffed them in his mouth
, and rushed out. Even after he was outside, he wasn't truly awake, nor did he remember the incriminating evidence.

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In broad daylight, Xiao Lai headed straight for the west entrance. There was an ordinary residential building near the west entrance, but to this
teenager , it was unlike any other building around it. It was incredibly beautiful, radiating a warm, golden light.
A woman lived in that building, a woman who held special significance for him, making him cry, making him laugh, making him not want to go home, and
haunting his dreams.

This burly, strong guy had a penchant for older women. Older women made him feel secure, safe, and at ease. Older women
nourished his young, thick penis.

He easily slipped into the building, glancing around to spot the shifty-eyed guy—his fucking nature was definitely about to lead to a rendezvous.
As he went upstairs, he remembered the crumpled tissues on the floor next to his computer desk at home, feeling a little embarrassed. What if
his mother found out?

The second-floor hallway was still empty. He identified the apartment number "204." That door had a magical power, a black hole that instantly
sucked him in, slamming him shut. The pale green paint on the door was peeling off, there were three vertical cracks in the door panel, and
the area near the doorknob was blackened. Now, in Xiao Lai's eyes, even laziness had become a good habit for women; just looking at this
door excited him. He knew this door well, having sneaked in and out countless times.

He knocked lightly on the door. No response. He knocked again. He waited, still no response. What was going on inside? Just as he raised his hand
to knock again, the door suddenly opened, revealing an old woman in pajamas. She smiled slightly at him and let him in.
The old woman, Ji Congliang, was alluringly beautiful, full of energy, looking forty-five despite being fifty-nine. She had a slightly droopy nose,
long legs , strong teeth, robust bones, dark hair, and bright, dark eyes, her rims moist and misty. She always looked like a woman
just moved by passion, her lips trembling like a red apricot on a wall, ready to utter many seductive words.

Xiao Lai entered the room, glanced behind him, closed the door, and suddenly embraced Ji Congliang, burying his face in her neck, his lips
trembling fiercely, as if he had finally escaped from the apocalypse. Ji Congliang's lips curled into a smile that was three-thousandths of a hint of
hesitation . She gently patted Xiao Lai's back as she whispered, "Only a few days? Can't wait any longer? Why didn't you
call before coming?"

Xiao Lai said, "I need to tell you something."

"Oh, go ahead. Come here." She pushed Xiao Lai away, looked at him, and waited for him to speak.

Xiao Lai hugged Ji Congliang again, burying his face in her neck, and said, "No. I can't say this while looking you
in the eye."

What's meant to happen will happen. Ji Congliang breathed a sigh of relief and said calmly, "It's okay, what can't we
talk about?"

Xiao Lai closed his eyes and said, "I want to tell my family that I'll marry you, treat you well, stay with you, and take care of
you for the rest of my life."

Ji Congliang calmly replied, "That's good. But where will we live? How will we live
? What will I call your mother? What will your father call me? Have you thought about whether I can have your children? Besides, is getting married that simple?
Where will you get the money?"

"I have a way. Don't worry about it. I'm serious."

"You mean well, but I'm not worthy. You should know that I'm old enough to be your grandmother, and I'm still missing a
breast ."

Her sweetheart was an older beauty, incredibly soft and supple. Xiao Lai pushed the older beauty down onto the bed
and said, "I don't care. I just know you're a good person."

Ji Congliang was silent for several seconds. For the first second, she was genuinely moved. Then, she was
slammed flat by the hammer of reality. She said calmly, "Almost buried, face full of wrinkles, what's so good about that?"

Indeed, her face had wrinkles, some quite deep, but Xiao Lai didn't care. He
declared like a king, "Don't say that again."

He touched Ji's face, and Ji pressed his hand down, her eyelashes fluttering, and asked, "Don't you think I'm fat?"

"What are you talking about? Not fat at all. You're beautiful."

"Nonsense! I know I'm ugly."

"Not ugly. Beautiful."

Xiao Lai said, starting to unbutton her pajamas. He unbuttoned the first button. He unbuttoned the second. Tears welled up in Ji's eyes
. She gripped Xiao Lai's wrist tightly, looking directly into his pupils, and asked, "You really don't think I'm old?" "

No. You're not old at all. Oh, you don't know, in my eyes, a woman gets more charming as she gets older."

"What charm?"

"The smell of meat, warmth, womanhood, mother's scent, the smell of the warm bed—it's comforting."

Xiao Lai unbuttoned the third button of her pajamas, not bothering with the fourth, his hand already inside, gently touching
her breast, her only remaining breast. Ji closed her eyes, released her mouth, and exhaled a long breath. Ever since
that surgery thirteen years ago, she had permanently lost one breast, lost her balance, and always walked unsteadily
. But heaven had been kind, giving her compensation. Her only remaining breast was exceptionally sensitive; just touching it could bring her to orgasm.

Now, that breast was tender, smooth, pink, and soft, tempting one to torment it. Ji gripped Lai's wrist tightly, half resisting
, half tightening her grip, a push-and-pull, a playful refusal. Xiao Lai began to squeeze that bare breast in large handfuls. Ji
twisted her waist under his hands, writhing in pain and moaning with pleasure. The nipple stood erect between Xiao Lai's fingers, as thick and
long as a peanut.

Three hundred thin wires of fire pierced through her nipples, sending tingling pleasure and deadly electric currents to the old woman's
heart . Sparks flew as her heart was struck by this electric current, and Ji's heart shattered. Deep within her vagina,
arousal surged, and sticky fluid gushed forth. Xiao Lai intensified his kneading, the force enough to crush her nipples. The old woman's
eyes rolled back, and she climaxed.

After her orgasm, she lay limp on the bed, her nightgown open, the sides undone, powerless and
shameless , like a withered dahlia. Her chest heaved, her lone white breast tilting precariously
—an island in the woman's heart, a drooping symbol of dignity, pity, and helplessness. The other breast was flat, the surgical scar resembling
a blind eye, a horrifying sight. But Xiao Lai didn't care. He rubbed, smelled, kissed, and licked it with fascination,
like a blind man embracing a honey pot. Is this boy simply suffering from a malignant Oedipus complex or is he also experiencing situational paranoia?

Xiao Lai ripped off her pajama bottoms and underwear, then stuck out his long, dog-like tongue to lick her vulva. Ji trembled.
A young man of her grandchild generation was groping her naked. This fact terrified the old woman.

While sucking on her clitoris, Xiao Lai inserted his middle and index fingers into her wet, hot vagina. The old woman was doubly
humiliated, arching her back like a wave in the darkness, her movements as violent as a clouded leopard. Xiao Lai pressed his ring finger against the leopard's
anus. Suddenly, the mother leopard trembled again, her eyes glazed over, like
livestock in the pen of Ekenhuduge Town, Alashan Right Banner, Inner Mongolia, watching a black sandstorm approach in April.

Some thick, yellow urine gushed from the mother leopard's urethra, splattering Xiao Lai's face. Xiao Lai closed his eyes, opened his mouth,
and sucked , then continued licking. The mother leopard sighed three times, came to her senses, and felt embarrassed, realizing that
a layer of white sweat had broken out on her skin. Every strand of her hair steamed with heat, like the pale blue miasma deep in the Amazon rainforest.

The boy below was still licking and slurping incessantly, like a parched coachman clutching a giant peach. The mother
leopard lifted the coachman's head up, and he, with his suckers, kept sucking along his belly, breasts, shoulders,
neck, and face. The suckers were incredibly strong, tearing at the flesh wherever they went.

The mother leopard touched the boy coachman's hot, erect penis, parted her vulva, and, supported by her large penis, entered the bridal chamber. The entrance
was already incredibly slippery, and she entered without much effort. The boy struggled to hold onto the mother leopard, his large penis
ramming and thrusting wildly inside her, domineering and unrestrained. The mother leopard gasped for breath, sounding strained and
distressed , like a sigh; the flesh inside her vagina throbbed and the veins contracted violently, gripping the large, thick penis tightly;
uterine mucus gurgled and dripped out, exceeding its usual capacity, flowing south along the vaginal opening and smearing the old man's anus.

The big crook was like a hurricane, arrogant and rampant, but lacking stamina, it only managed seven or eight spins before
collapsing. Little Lai had no fancy moves, no coordination, only knowing how to shoot, like a male soccer player, well-treated and
well-fed , repeatedly shooting off target, repeatedly shooting off target.

Little Lai immediately tried to slow down, but couldn't, like an overloaded truck, like a moral collapse. The gigolo was about to
leak oil. Old Ji, sensing something was wrong, quickly pulled herself closer, quickened her pace, and said, "Young master,
say some dirty words."

"How do I say dirty words? I don't know any."

"Just curse as much as you want."

Little Lai asked, "Why should I curse? I don't want to curse you. I'm already tired of hurting you. Why don't you curse me instead?"

He tried to lure her away, but ended up attracting a weasel. Ji quickly said, "Okay, fine. Slap my butt."

What did that mean? Little Lai didn't understand, but he still obeyed respectfully. He lightly slapped Old Ji's buttocks. The
two sides of the buttocks were slightly dry, and the side that was slapped trembled slightly.

Ji said, "Aren't you full? Slap harder!"

Little Lai put in a little more force, and the lame man's internal movements began.

What's the story behind this? Well, long ago, on the seventh day of the third month, east of Hubulakurk, a blind woman and a lame man
bet , the stakes being a string of cash. Many onlookers gathered, lots of idle people. The race began. The lame man scratched the donkey's backside with a half-hearted,
symbolic pat; the blind woman beat her mount relentlessly, her blows penetrating the donkey's back, the flesh rippling in waves where her palms landed,
leaving a bloody mess in no time. The donkey, seemingly squeamish, thrived on the beating,
its neck hunched, eyes wide, carrying the blind woman in the race to victory, foaming at the mouth and lying motionless on the ground afterward. The
lame man arrived late, paid his bet, and sighed, "You're all pig-brains. Can you even buy a donkey with a string of cash? Enough to buy a donkey's
tongue. And you stupid donkey, why risk your life like that? You can't spend the money even if you die."

Ji, having received two soft slaps that didn't reach her throat, had to swallow her pride: "Here's the thing. Tell me, a
woman, incredibly cheap and stupid, all flesh and blood, wants you to fuck her, and even steals your wallet."

Xiao Lai began seriously crafting the scene and context. This distraction lessened the stupid impulse to shoot. But he
didn't quite understand why this old cunt between his legs was humiliating herself like this.

Xiao Lai thought for a moment, then got into character, gritting his teeth and saying fiercely, "Look at your slutty body! Still out here as a streetwalker?
Those two slutty little pieces of skin down there are so stinky, you can smell them from two stops away! You big slut!"

Everyone has a weakness, and Aunt Ji was no exception. The most fatal weakness is like hitting the bullseye in archery.
This time, Xiao Lai hit the mark slightly, barely managing an eight.

Ji said, "Hmm! Let's do it! Fuck this big slut!"

Xiao Lai unleashed his power again, rallied his spirits, added wine, relit the lamps, and resumed the feast. The young man with the big leg thrust desperately into the depths of the old cunt,
making gurgling, wet sounds, like crushing a live toad in a bowl.

Xiao Lai gradually got into the swing of things, opening his heart, and while fucking, he roared at Old Ji to vent his frustration: "Fuck you to death, you old slut!"

As soon as he shouted the slogan, the position was lost. Slogans are such mysterious things. The speaker can be careless, and the listener
doesn't need to understand. Once thunder and fire collide, everything is perfectly settled.

The throbbing head of the penis twitches and releases the hot filling of the glutinous rice ball.

Ji hugs Xiao Lai absentmindedly, with a hint of regret and a hint of dissatisfaction, like a disaster victim hugging instant
noodles, better than nothing.

Little Lai, his pupils relaxed from the shock, drooling as he clung to Ji. He couldn't understand how such a beautiful moment
could so quickly, like an execution.

Both were panting, skin to skin, one trying to comfort the other. Perhaps they were both trying to comfort each other,
but actually, they were more trying to comfort themselves.

After the ceremony, once their breathing had calmed down, Aunt Ji asked Little Lai, "Do you think I'm horny?"

"Hmph. Extremely horny."

"Look at you, so handsome and young, why are you into this?"

"No reason. I just like it. A good pussy is like wine, the longer it ages, the better."

"Are you a mother complex?"

"A grandmother complex."

"Hmm? Am I really that old?" Aunt Ji rolled over, lowered her head, and stopped talking, her heart and face
drooping. Young people are just naive, lacking in guile, and can't control their tongues; a few words and their true colors are revealed. Arguing and making a fuss with
such a young child is completely wrong. This can't go on; we have to find a way to back down.

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