More painful yet more pleasurable

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The narrow labia minora completely abandoned their primary function, spreading open along with the labia majora.
The poor clitoris, having lost its ally, was left alone to face Old Zhao's fiery gaze, yet it didn't lose its spirit, engorged with blood
and standing erect, its redness particularly conspicuous. Old Zhao felt that the little thing, almost completely protruding from the foreskin, swollen like
a peanut, was now so glaringly obvious, its open provocation unbearable.
He had never noticed it before, allowing it to become so unruly. His surging lust
propelled him forward, pursing his lips and fiercely sucking on the little thing that needed punishment.

A sudden surge of pleasure shot up from his genitals, startling Zhou Xianghong. She weakly pushed against his shoulder:
"No! It's dirty there! Brother… ah…" She had initially thought Old Zhao was just looking. Although exposing her
private parts completely to him was extremely shameful, if he wanted to see, she wouldn't refuse.
She never expected him to kiss her there; it crossed her psychological boundaries. It wasn't disgust, just a simple
feeling that it was unclean, and she was afraid of soiling his mouth. But before she could finish a sentence, she was
overwhelmed by the sensation emanating from her clitoris. That area was rich in nerve endings, and without the foreskin's protection, only
the delicate, almost mucous membrane-like skin remained. The sucking of his lips, the licking of his tongue, even
the slightly burning sensation of his stubble against her labia, intertwined into an indescribable roar, exploding rapidly and violently in her mind
, growing ever stronger. Her clitoris, larger than normal, was stimulated and became even more erect, as if seeking to avenge
fifty years of deeply buried shame, drawing all her nerves and blood to her lower body.
She subconsciously hunched her body slightly, her remaining consciousness swaying as she tried to control her legs from tightly clamping together. She clutched Old Zhao's head
with both hands , seemingly trying to stop him, but instead pressed his mouth forcefully against her clitoris. She
had washed before coming, and although it was summer, there was no odor.

Old Zhao inhaled the fresh soapy scent of her pubic hair, repeatedly sucking the small organ into
his mouth , then rubbing it in circles with his tongue, even gently tapping it with his teeth. In return, Zhou
Xianghong's moans gradually became uncontrollable, and her whole body trembled. He began to taste something different in his mouth, slightly sour,
with a rich feminine fragrance, and his lower lip gradually became lubricated. Unlike his own saliva, this
lubrication was much more delicate, as if a layer of oil had been applied to every part of it. He released his mouth and saw that Zhou
Xianghong's vulva was completely open, the black, wrinkled edges and the deep red mucous membrane in the middle
glistening with a crystalline sheen. That was the manifestation of her desire, the fluid secreted instinctively by her body. He slowly slid his tongue
down the crevice, all the way to the edge of her anus, and then slowly slid it back up. Zhou
Xianghong got a moment to catch her breath, and at the same time felt another kind of stimulation from her lower body. Her urethra, vagina,
and even her anus, which was just a little bit away from her, all tightened because of this stimulation. Like a fish out of water, she
seized the opportunity to expand her chest and took a deep breath, her voice trembling. Just as she was about to exhale, Lao Zhao
bit her clitoris again. So this breath turned into an almost mournful cry: "Ah!..." which
burst out of her mouth. She trembled, and fine beads of sweat visibly began to appear on her body: "I can't take it... I
can't take it... I'm going to die... Ahhhhhh!..." These words seemed to give Lao Zhao motivation,
making him even more frantically ravage the little thing that was already swollen beyond recognition. Zhou Xianghong finally couldn't
hold on any longer and was utterly defeated by this onslaught. She writhed violently, letting out a
cry .

Old Zhao seemed determined not to stop, still trying to push his head between her tightly pressed legs, but
Zhou Xianghong was too weak to endure his almost abusive behavior any longer. Even now, with Old Zhao's hot cheek
pressed against her inner thighs, she felt dizzy. All the strength she had concentrated in her lower abdomen
and legs had dissipated completely with her orgasm. Recovering from her dizziness, she pushed
Old Zhao's head with her limp hands and said in a trembling voice, "Brother... Brother, I can't take it anymore... Please let me go... Let me serve
... serve you, okay?"

Old Zhao finally lifted his head from between her legs, his eyes bloodshot. This gave her a slight
sense of relief again. Saliva mixed with her vaginal fluid, sticking to her areola,
making it extremely slippery. The afterglow of her climax hadn't faded, and her organs were exceptionally sensitive; the sucking almost killed her again.
She struggled to lift her upper body, clinging to Old Zhao and pleading softly, finally managing to pull her nipple
out . The poor little thing, sucked until it stood erect, the areola contracted and hard,
reflecting a lustful sheen. She helped Old Zhao turn over and lie down, but he held her neck tightly, so she
had to harden her heart and kiss him for a while, tasting her own fluids. Old Zhao relaxed slightly,
but his breathing remained rapid. She gently kissed her way down his chest, feeling every inch of his skin
burning like embers, searing her lips. Until, her face stopped above his erect penis.

The glans was purplish-red, even dark to the point of being almost black, full and swollen, its surface taut.
At the urethral opening, a small, clear, water-like droplet of liquid refracted the light streaming in from the window.
Zhou Xianghong slowly grasped it in her hand; it felt as hot as burning coals, the veins on its surface twisting and
throbbing powerfully. She was secretly alarmed. When they were together before, out of shyness, she hadn't
carefully observed Lao Zhao's penis. But based on her memory of its feel, she was certain that Lao Zhao's state today was
unusual. Zhou Xianghong slightly raised her head to look at Lao Zhao's face; he was
looking at her with a yearning, lustful gaze. Perhaps… she decided to suppress her suspicions; revealing them now might affect his
mood . At the same time, she understood the meaning in that gaze, hesitated for a moment, and finally opened her mouth and slowly took it
in.

She had secretly watched Li Xiuling give her husband oral massages at home. Although Li Xiuling never turned on the lights, and
she had never seen the crucial scene through the crack in the door, a woman's innate intuition and understanding of sex still
allowed her to guess her daughter-in-law's behavior. Zhou Xianghong knew that her daughter-in-law must have had her reasons for doing that. Before
today , she had never imagined she would do something similar, right under Old Zhao's watchful eye. Although she
could vaguely see Li Xiuling's head rising and falling, she had absolutely no experience in how to actually do it. It could be said that...
Opening her mouth to take it in was a completely subconscious action for her, and then she froze, her mind blank.

Old Zhao, however, couldn't wait any longer. He felt an unusual warmth and softness, a complete wetness, and
a sensation that acted both psychologically and physiologically. Instinct urged him to thrust, and his glans began to move in Zhou Xianghong's
mouth . She was startled, instinctively grabbing the dangerous thing with her hand,
recovering from her daze and realizing what he was expecting. Holding his penis, she took a deep breath through her nose and slowly
began to tentatively move her head. A feeling of humiliation welled up inside her, almost making her want to give up and
spit out what was in her mouth. However, she ultimately suppressed her impulse, clumsily letting the glans
slowly move in and out of her mouth. Under the stimulation of the drug, Old Zhao was completely immersed in this unprecedented experience,
even ignoring the pain of her teeth constantly scraping against his glans. Men are generally the same; once
they've tried it, almost no one can resist the pleasure of oral sex. The women kneeling, sitting, or crawling beneath him, their faces still
bearing shyness or humiliation, created a stark contrast with his own relaxation, composure, and enjoyment
— a scene that perfectly satisfied a man's desires. The mouth, as a non-sexual
organ, could enrich a man's tactile experience, exert control over the woman, and even carry
a hint of humiliation. This was possession, naked domination, deeply appealing to men.

Old Zhao's penis, though of average size, was now erect and strong, like an iron rod covered by
a thin layer of soft skin. Zhou Xianghong held it in her mouth, clumsily sucking, conflicted by the fear of hurting him with her teeth, she
tightened her lips while trying to open her mouth. This resulted in the glans feeling somewhat empty when it penetrated, barely
touching . Old Zhao jerked his penis slightly in dissatisfaction, and Zhou Xianghong felt the glans almost reach her throat, quickly
covering it with her tongue. The friction of her tongue against the coronal sulcus and frenulum somewhat calmed Old Zhao's desire.
But the emptiness soon returned, causing him to involuntarily begin to thrust
again to use her tongue to resist, and after several repetitions, she finally got the hang of it and began consciously
sliding her tongue across Lao Zhao's penis. The contradictory shape of her mouth was already difficult to maintain, and the tongue's movements
created . Saliva began to flow from there, constantly trickling down Lao Zhao's penis, making her
hands and his pubic hair wet.

After a while, she began to feel soreness and weakness in her mouth, cheeks, and tongue. This was definitely
not something that could be learned in one go; Li Xiuling had also practiced for quite some time. Zhou Xianghong moved a few more times with difficulty
, but couldn't hold on any longer, and finally raised her head, her eyes filled with helplessness and pity. Although Lao Zhao was under the influence of the drug,
he still had his senses and knew she had done her best. This oral sex had given him unprecedented satisfaction.
But it wasn't enough, far from enough. He wanted to reclaim his masculine dignity from her, to make her scream, to drive her
mad, to break her, to make her completely succumb to his virility. He leaned in, one arm around Zhou Xianghong
's back, sucking hard on one of her nipples, the other sliding down her waist, pressing down on her buttocks
, and then pressing his entire body against hers. Zhou Xianghong obediently lay back, spreading her legs and propping them on the bed.
Old Zhao straddled her, thrusting his penis directly into her. Her lower body was already wet and slippery, and Old Zhao's penis
was hard. This time, it struck her urethra, the glans breaking through her labia majora, sliding upwards sharply,
rubbing hard against her clitoris. Zhou Xianghong almost groaned in pain, quickly reaching down to grab his penis,
aiming it at her vaginal opening. Before she could pull her hand away, Old Zhao lowered his waist and thrust in viciously
.

This was a true sprint, with absolutely no room for negotiation. Old Zhao felt as if his penis were
a ship with its sails billowing, cleaving through waves to reach its deepest point. Those waves surged up again, layer upon layer
, surrounding his penis, warm and soft. Zhou Xianghong felt as if her body had been pierced by Old Zhao;
that exceptionally strong and powerful man disregarded the internal structure of her vagina, thrusting
in , stretching open those long-untouched corners deep inside. The sudden surge of sensation almost made her
mistake the glans for being pressed against her throat. She involuntarily tensed her entire body, letting out a short, sharp moan, a mixture of
pleasure and stimulation that sounded remarkably like pain.

Old Zhao slightly adjusted his position and then steadily thrust in and out a few more times.
The saliva mingled with the vaginal fluid squeezed out by his penis, thoroughly soaking both of their genitals. This time
was different; Old Zhao was immersed in lust and confidence. Zhou Xianghong's furrowed brows were so
sexy and alluring in his eyes. Her hazy eyes, flushed face, and rapid breathing seemed to encourage him to ravage
and destroy her. He started like a pile driver, thrusting all the way in each time, the base of his penis hitting her
labia majora, then pulling out halfway, the edge of his glans seeming to pull out the intricate folds of her body
. Zhou Xianghong was swaying from the impact. At first, she could bite her lip and silently endure it,
but soon she succumbed to the storm of pleasure, her mouth wide open, her moans gradually rising in volume with Lao Zhao's rhythm.
Her legs also began to cross, spread apart with her hands, forming a lewd position on either side of Lao Zhao's body,
her soles facing the headboard, swinging rhythmically. This position gave Lao Zhao more space,
and the upward tilt of her vulva allowed him to penetrate Zhou Xianghong's body more easily. Zhou Xianghong's vagina was like an overflowing well,
her juices constantly being extracted by his penis and smeared onto their joined bodies,
some of which evaporated from the heat of their genitals. Each time Lao Zhao withdrew his penis, several viscous
strands of fluid would form around it, before being slapped heavily against Zhou Xianghong's labia majora, producing a unique, albeit soft, sound.
This, along with the crisp slapping of their bulging bellies, echoed rapidly throughout the room.

Soon, Zhou Xianghong felt a tingling sensation in her lower body again.
Although was swollen to its limit, it still hadn't reached the deepest part of her vagina. But that was enough; the
rough man had actually made her feel a sense of fullness today, something she had never experienced before. Moreover,
Lao Zhao persistent, and Zhou Xianghong's spread-legged position exposed her vulva,
causing each of Lao Zhao's thrusts to significantly stimulate her clitoris. Although her pubic hair provided some cushioning, it still made her...
It created a sensation as if it were striking her heart directly. She quickly couldn't take it anymore; all the sensations in her body seemed to converge on
her lower body. It felt like a swarm of ants crawling inside her vagina, repeatedly driven away by Lao Zhao's thrusts, only
to quickly return with even greater intensity. Her clitoris became a generator, each impact triggering a
powerful electric current, as if tangible, piercing straight into her heart from that deadly little thing, sharp as needles, swirling and recurring.

She could no longer control her emotions, desperately gripping her legs and screaming.
The screams failed to bring Lao Zhao back to his senses, but instead fueled his lust, making his movements even more forceful. He was, after
all, older, and was now panting heavily, yet he still gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, diligently
plowing Zhou Xianghong's body. Both of them were covered in sweat, as if they had been oiled. Lao Zhao adjusted
his center of gravity, one hand continuing to support himself on the bed, while the other hand moved up to grab one of her breasts. Her full,
glistening breasts swayed back and forth with Old Zhao's rhythm, unwilling to surrender even after being caught,
constantly slipping in his hands with their sweat. All her sensitive organs were overwhelmed, a torrent of fluid surging through her entire body, seemingly
without end. Zhou Xianghong finally couldn't resist anymore; all her will crumbled in an instant, shattering into pieces. She suddenly
grabbed Old Zhao's shoulders, as if trying to merge the two of them into one, her breasts pressed against their chests, squeezed into
a flat shape unimaginable under normal circumstances. However, Zhou Xianghong could no longer feel the dull
pain caused by the compression. Her eyes were wide open, but only unconsciously, her gaze unfocused, her mouth agape, emitting a series of
disordered yet high-pitched, chaotic yet emotionally charged cries, almost like sobs.
Her toes , suddenly spread open, then curled tightly shut, her thighs clamping fiercely around Old Zhao's waist, her whole body
trembling with tension.

This was an unusually intense climax, tearing away all her suppressed and shy reserve
, exposing the most fundamental desire and greed of a woman in her prime for sex. Old Zhao was
almost unable to move, held tightly in her embrace, yet he still struggled to continue thrusting, albeit at a much slower pace. He felt
the usually soft and smooth folds deep within her vagina now gripping his penis
tightly down on it, seemingly trying to resist him. At this moment, it was as if the two
were engaged in a struggle, with Zhou Xianghong clearly at a disadvantage, while Old Zhao's movements were slow but resolute. This forced her to
reach her peak again and again, her vagina experiencing repeated spasms and
tingling
sensations with each thrust of his penis. Wave after wave of orgasms surged up, and she remained unconscious, the moans emanating from her mouth like a colorful and light ribbon, constantly tumbling and undulating in the air. The afterglow, comparable to an orgasm, lasted
for about twenty seconds before gradually subsiding. She gasped, "Ah!..." as she
slowly regained her senses, feeling as if she had been in a daze for a long time. Her body was limp like a lump of mud, her arms
and legs hanging limply, supported weakly by the bed.

But Old Zhao didn't stop. The fluid gushing from her vagina
was , making a strange, tearing sound with his movements. Her pubic hair and labia majora felt a
dull, pulling pain. His strength had reached its limit, but his lust burned ever brighter, consuming all reason.
Everything in sight was tinged with a faint red, his temples throbbed, and his chest
felt like a giant drum was pounding violently, making his eardrums ring. He had no other thoughts; his mind
was completely occupied by one idea: to use his masculine strength to ravage
the woman beneath him, to make her more vulnerable and pitiful, to experience a mixture of pain and pleasure.

[The End]

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