Couple catching turtles

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My wife is twenty-six this year, a real beauty. She has an oval face, captivating eyes, fair skin with a rosy glow, and a slender, tall figure. She's incredibly slim, but her curves are perfectly proportioned – her breasts are full and high, attracting a lot of attention. But what truly draws the eye is her large, pert bottom, extending from her slender waist. I'm two years older than her; we've been childhood sweethearts. Even when we were still wearing open-crotch pants, she would follow me around. Back then, her bottom was more impressive than most girls her age, earning her the nickname "Big Butt," which she strictly forbade until she was old enough to understand. My wife is not only beautiful but also gentle. Her only flaw is that she's too ladylike, always smiling without showing her teeth. Even during sex, she insists on the lights off and using the traditional missionary position; otherwise, she gets incredibly nervous. We had a long holiday and went traveling. In this unfamiliar place, I suggested we try something different, and although she was shy, she agreed. "Little bitch, lick my cock." In the women's restroom stall, I chuckled as I brought my penis to her lips. She sat on the toilet, her face flushed crimson. I said, "Are you mute? You should say, 'Sir, this little bitch misses your big cock so much!'" "Honey... I can't say it, please forgive me." She was on the verge of tears, indescribably adorable, so adorable that I couldn't resist teasing her. I said, "If you can't speak from up there, then speak from down there. Let out a fart for me to hear." Her face turned even redder, and she shook her head. I said, "You disobedient big ass, I'm going to punish you properly. Take off your pants and stick out your slutty ass." "Don't call me big ass!" she huffed. I found it funny; she didn't react much to being called a bitch, yet she loathed that nickname. Come to think of it, it had been almost twenty years since I'd called her that. Seeing my resolute attitude, she obediently took off her pants and underwear, turned around, and bent over against the toilet, a position that made her buttocks look even more magnificent. I was excited. I had touched her buttocks countless times, but I had hardly ever looked at them closely. When I barged in during her shower, she would squat down in embarrassment. We made love in the dark, and she would sleep completely covered in her pajamas at night. Taking a vacation was truly a wise decision. The exotic scenery and beautiful landscapes dismantled her psychological constraints, and she actually bent over in a public restroom, right in front of me, for the first time ever! Her buttocks were round and full, like a full moon cast in ivory, extending from her slender waist to an astonishingly perfect curve, huge but not bloated, full of maternal purity. I spread her buttocks apart, revealing her delicate and lovely anus, very light in color, a pale pink, with distinct folds, tense and curled up like a budding daisy, just like her—fresh and elegant, elegant and alluring. My heart pounded, my genitals throbbed, I pulled down my pants, and pressed my penis against her. My mind raced again; that little flower was soft yet firm, firm yet soft—absolutely the best of the best in the back passage. I chuckled and said, "To punish your disobedience, I'm going to fuck your little asshole raw." "No, no, no, it'll hurt, husband, no!" She flinched, pushing my weapon away. "Afraid of pain? What should I do then?" I gently poked her taut anus, suppressing my burning desire to take her virginity. "I'll let go, I'll let go," she whispered. A stream of air escaped from her narrow opening, hitting my glans—itchy, warm—and I almost came. "Lift the toilet seat, put your hands behind your head, and squat on the toilet rim," I commanded. She resisted slightly, so I threw her pants into the next stall, threatening to leave her naked in there if she didn't obey. She obediently complied, revealing playful, adorable black pubic hair and a pink vulva between her full thighs. We'd been married for two years, and despite my diligent efforts, it remained a pale pink. She wasn't my first woman; I'd seen many women's genitals, some sexy and alluring, but all giving me a sense of lewdness and filth. Only my wife's vulva was exceptionally clean, spotless, and pure. I knelt down, cupped her buttocks in my hands, buried my head between her legs, and licked her vulva with my tongue. This was the first time I'd given her oral sex. Her legs trembled, and she whispered, "No, it's dirty." "Not dirty enough, you little bitch. Take a dump to entertain me, or I'll fuck your asshole." I don't know why my tastes had become so extreme. Her vulva was soft and smooth, with a faint fishy smell and an alluring fragrance. I was intoxicated, sucking hard on her clitoris. Her legs trembled even more violently. Her position easily triggered the urge to defecate. I don't know if she couldn't hold it in any longer and went along with it, or if she was truly obeying my command, but *pfft*, she let out a loud fart. The stench mingled with the sweet fragrance of her vagina, arousing an unprecedented excitement in me. *Pfft pfft*, she began to defecate, the stench becoming even stronger, and the fragrance seemingly intensifying as well. I greedily inhaled, licking with fervor, feeling the alluring vibrations of the feces transmitted through her anus with my tongue and lips. She whimpered softly, her vaginal fluids flowing into my mouth, her legs trembling like a seizure. Without my support, she would surely have collapsed into the toilet. My penis was throbbing, almost bursting, but I forced myself to restrain myself. I wanted to wait for her climax so I could thrust my member into her cherry-like mouth and take her virginity. As for her anus, maybe next time. There's no enema equipment here; just inserting it directly wouldn't hurt my precious darling. The moment finally arrived. Her moans grew louder, her knees clamping me so tightly I could barely breathe. I broke free, stood up, and pressed her head down. Her eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed, as languid as if she'd drunk fine wine. She parted her lips slightly and took my erect penis into her mouth—what a warm, moist, blissful cave! Suddenly, the stall door was flung open, and I was hit hard on the back, stumbling. My penis scraped against her teeth, making me wince in pain. My wife, already unsteady on her feet, fell off the toilet, and her teeth scraped my penis again. I ejaculated in pain, spraying my wife's face and head. Amid my cries of pain and my wife's screams, first a disheveled girl of about fifteen or sixteen rushed in, yelling for help. Then, three boys, looking menacing, chased after us, pulling out knives and holding my wife and me hostage. "You, why did you bring a man here?" my wife shouted angrily. Good heavens, this silly girl actually thought it was my arrangement for the show. The misunderstanding was quickly cleared up. I knelt down and said, "Brothers, take the money you want, just don't hurt us." My wife knelt down next to me, covering her lower body with her hands, curling up, futilely trying to hide her large buttocks, stammering, "No, don't hurt us." These three guys, one seventeen or eighteen, the other two fifteen or sixteen, weren't skinny, but they weren't particularly strong either. In terms of pure physical strength, my wife and I could easily beat them to a pulp, but the knives they carried made us afraid to act rashly. The bloody brutality they displayed next made us even more glad we hadn't acted rashly. The youngest one stepped on the little girl and slashed off one of her ears! They started discussing things as if no one else was around, and I gleaned the following information from them. 1. They were human traffickers. Whether it was dialect or slang, they called human trafficking "catching turtles," women "mother turtles," and children "turtle calves." "Mother turtles" were further divided into two categories: those with "big butts and round waists, good for bearing children" were called "strong turtles," and those with "pretty bodies and good genitals" were called "slutty turtles." 2. They were brothers surnamed Zhou. The eldest was called Da Mao, the second Er Mao, and the youngest San Mao. 3. They operated in rural areas, dealing in "strong turtles," but according to the principle of "turtles never leave empty-handed," they wanted to capture the "sluttest turtle" among the "sluts." 4. They didn't want males; they wanted to chop off my useless, long-penis-filled thing and flush it down the toilet. I was so scared I peed myself, and my wife peed herself too. We cried and begged for mercy, promising to obey and begging for our lives. They said they wanted to test us. Before the test, we established the hierarchy. My wife called them "Dad," I called them "Grandpa," and I called my wife "Mom." "Big Dad." "Second Dad." "Third Dad." My wife knelt down and kowtowed to them in turn. "Big Grandpa." "Second Grandpa." "Third Grandpa." I also knelt down and kowtowed to them in turn. They made me kowtow to my wife's buttocks and kiss her "dog-fucking stinky asshole." "Mom." I kowtowed, called out, spread her buttocks, and kissed her hard. Feces smeared on my lips, and they ordered me to eat it. I stuck out my tongue and licked it clean, swallowing it. Fear dulled my sense of taste, and I didn't feel disgusted at all. My wife assumed the "turtle-butt-up" position, desperately shrugging her shoulders, shrinking her long neck, her white forehead pressed against the floor, her legs spread wide, kneeling, her plump white buttocks sticking out high. I knelt down to help Zhou Damao unbuckle his belt, and tremblingly pulled out his pungent penis. My wife comes from a scholarly family and has always lived strictly according to the standards of a lady. After we got married, she would blush if I spoke even slightly rudely. I once asked...When I asked her to say some vulgarities to liven things up during sex, she shyly agreed, but after a long pause, she managed to utter the word "chicken" in a barely audible voice. Even after I ejaculated, the word "penis" was still stuck in her throat. I have to admit, people's learning ability skyrockets in adversity. At Zhou Damao's command, my wife uttered a vulgarity for the first time. Her voice was so loud, so melodious, so stimulating, so ecstatic, yet so pitiful. "Daddy's big cock is opening the stinky asshole of the bitch, la la la, la la la, the bitch loves Daddy's big cock to death." I will never forget this scene: a huge, ugly thing with bulging veins, like a knife, brutally piercing my wife's narrow, alluring virgin anus. The deep wrinkles were smoothed out, then split open, and drops of blood gushed out, staining the original pale pink a frightening bright red. Faced with my wife's miserable state, I didn't even have the right to bury my head in the sand. I knelt beside her, or rather, knelt right next to her buttocks, faithfully "observing" her misery, her humiliation, and her fear with my eyes, my ears, and my soul. This was their test, a test of how "obedient" my wife was, and a test of how "cowardly" I was. Zhou Damao pulled out his bloodstained penis with a bang. My wife was "obedient" enough; she trembled and kowtowed, loudly saying, "One, Daddy fucked that bitch's stinky asshole once." I was cowardly enough, flatteringly complimenting, "Grandpa, you opened that 'shit bottle' perfectly." My heart was bleeding. I wanted nothing more than to tear this little devil who had humiliated my wife to pieces, but they had knives, bloody knives, bloody knives held to my neck. Although I also had a weapon, it was at my waist, too far to quench my thirst. "Taste the freshly baked asshole deflowering blood," he said, pointing to his penis. "Hey bro, wait a minute, let these two cops put on their hats, that'll make it more exciting." Zhou Ermao took the police hats off the hook hanging on the cubicle door. I put mine on, and then I put mine on my wife too. For the thrill, my wife and I were wearing police uniforms. Not dosplby, we're real police officers, and elite ones at that. We graduated from the People's Public Security University of China. I have five years of service, and my wife has three. I'm a third-level police inspector, and she's a first-level police superintendent. We've been through countless battles, apprehending fugitives and interrogating suspects. We've secretly mocked the cowardice of our prey, but when we become prey ourselves, we deeply feel that bone-chilling fear. We're more afraid than ordinary people because we understand their cruelty all too well. We're human; we want to be immortal, not to die a heroic death. They want to deepen our humiliation with the police hats, as if celebrating the triumph of evil over justice. As a man, as a husband, as a promising and successful individual, witnessing my wife being raped, forced to kneel helplessly and perform oral sex on the perpetrator—and even licking his stinking penis just pulled from her anus—I feel deeply humiliated. As a woman, as a wife, as a virtuous and gentle lady, to bend over naked before my husband, allowing a young boy to sodomize me, and to utter obscene language in response—I must also feel humiliated. However, as a police officer, kneeling before criminals and being bullied by them doesn't evoke any particular feeling. Police and criminals are both antagonistic and mutually reinforcing, sharing similarities in some ways, such as a higher risk factor or faster financial gain. They are also intricately connected in other aspects, such as accepting bribes, selling intelligence, and collusion between the police and criminals. If criminals represent black evil, then the police are certainly not white justice. Admittedly, maintaining order and combating crime are our duties; however, oppressing the innocent and aiding and abetting evil are also characteristic of our work. We are the guardians of social order, and also the protectors of organized crime. I stuck out my tongue and licked it, but couldn't taste my wife's anal blood. This penis was incredibly smelly, worse than shit. Not because it entered my wife's private parts, but because of the accumulated stench; I suspected it had never been washed. Suddenly, I thought that if I put more saliva on it, my wife would suffer less. I took it in my mouth and started swallowing. Zhou Damao seemed uncomfortable with men giving oral sex, pulling his penis back and laughing, "You're a cop, what a coward!" I said, "Grandpa's right, cops are all cowards. Female cops bend over for you to fuck their asses, male cops open their stinky mouths for you to lick their dicks." My wife, playing along, said, "This female cop loves Daddy's big cock the most," trembling as she thrust her buttocks back. I was leaning forward to lick Zhou Damao's penis when I was hit squarely. This powerful butt-pounding caused his penis to completely disappear into my mouth, giving me an incredibly deep throat, making my eyes roll back. "Grandpa's cock is too strong, it almost burst my esophagus." I said, suppressing my cough and nausea. I wasn't lying; I could taste rust in my mouth, and my esophagus might really have ruptured. Zhou Damao and Zhou Ermao laughed so hard they couldn't speak. Zhou Sanmao laughed and said, "Too cowardly, you're even more cowardly than a woman. From now on, you'll be called 'Cowardly Woman.'" "Thank you, Third Grandpa. From today onwards, I'll be called 'Cowardly Woman.'" I said in a delicate voice, making a pinky gesture. Zhou Damao cruelly ravaged his wife's anus. His wife, in pain and submission, loudly counted out the numbers. Heartbroken, I watched his ugly penis thrust in and out between her beautiful buttocks, incessantly praising, "Grandpa, your big cock is amazing!" "You dog-fucking big-assed sis, is your asshole enjoying it?" "Grandpa, your grandson kowtows to you, I truly admire your strong cock!" "Mother, this cowardly sis will also kowtow to you, give it your all, clench your asshole tighter!" When his wife counted to two hundred and thirty-five, Zhou Damao finally ejaculated. His cloudy semen, mixed with blood and feces, smeared her delicate, elegant anus—a gruesome sight. "Cowardly sis, give your slutty wife, no, your slutty sis, a more impressive name," Zhou Damao said. "Replying to Grandpa, how about 'Big Ass'?" I was so frightened my mind went blank, and I blurted out, almost unconsciously. They laughed, and my wife and I laughed along. Only the little girl who had lost an ear was crying. We passed the test; we were both caught like turtles. [The End]The loud, stimulating, and soul-stirring sound of the ejaculation was both so pleasant and tragic. "Daddy's big cock is opening the stinky asshole of the female turtle, la la la, la la la, the female turtle loves Daddy's big cock to death." I will never forget this scene: a huge, ugly thing with bulging veins, like a knife, brutally piercing my wife's narrow, alluring virgin anus. The deep wrinkles were smoothed out, split open, and drops of blood gushed out, staining the original pale pink a frightening bright red. Faced with my wife's miserable state, I didn't even have the right to avoid it like an ostrich. I knelt beside her, or rather, knelt close to her buttocks, faithfully "observing" her misery, her humiliation, and her fear with my eyes, my ears, and my soul. This was their test, a test of whether my wife was "obedient" enough, a test of whether I was "cowardly" enough. Zhou Damao pulled out his bloodied penis with a bang. My wife was "obedient" enough; she trembled as she kowtowed and loudly proclaimed, "One, Daddy fucked that bitch's stinky asshole once!" I was cowardly enough, fawningly complimenting, "Grandpa, your 'shit bottle' opening was absolutely amazing!" My heart was bleeding; I wanted nothing more than to tear this little devil who had humiliated my wife to pieces. But they had knives, bloody knives, bloody knives held to my neck. Although I had a weapon too, it was at my waist, too far to quench my thirst. "Taste the freshly baked asshole deflowering blood," he said, pointing to his penis. "Brother, wait a minute, let these two cops put on hats, that'll make it more exciting." Zhou Ermao took down the police hats hanging on the hook of the cubicle door. I put mine on, and then I put mine on my wife's too. For the thrill, my wife and I were wearing police uniforms. We're not dosplby; we're real police officers, the elite of the police force. We graduated from the People's Public Security University of China. I have five years of service, and my wife has three. I'm a third-level police inspector, and she's a first-level police superintendent. We're battle-hardened, we've apprehended fugitives, interrogated suspects, and we've secretly mocked the cowardice of our prey. But when we become prey ourselves, we deeply feel that bone-chilling fear. We're more afraid than ordinary people because we understand the cruelty of their methods. We are human; we want to be remembered, not to die a heroic death. They want to deepen our humiliation with their police hats, as if celebrating the triumph of evil over justice. As a man, as a husband, as a promising and successful person, witnessing my wife being raped, yet forced to kneel helplessly and perform oral sex on the perpetrator—licking the stinking penis just pulled from my wife's anus—I feel deeply humiliated. As a woman, as a wife, as a virtuous and gentle lady, to be forced to be sodomized by a young boy in front of her husband, and to be forced to utter obscene words in response, must be incredibly humiliating. However, as a police officer, kneeling before criminals and being bullied by them doesn't evoke any particular feeling. Police and criminals are both antagonistic and mutually reinforcing, sharing similarities in some ways, such as a higher risk factor or faster financial gain. They are also intricately connected in other aspects, such as accepting bribes, selling intelligence, and collusion between the police and criminals. If criminals represent black evil, then the police are certainly not white justice. Admittedly, maintaining order and combating crime are our duties; however, oppressing the innocent and aiding and abetting evil are also characteristic of our work. We are the guardians of social order, but also the protectors of organized crime. I stuck out my tongue and licked it, but couldn't taste my wife's anal blood. This penis was incredibly smelly, worse than shit. Not because it entered my wife's private parts, but because of the accumulated stench; I suspected it had never been washed. Suddenly, I thought that if I put more saliva on it, my wife would suffer less. I took it in my mouth and started swallowing. Zhou Damao seemed uncomfortable with oral sex, pulling his penis back and laughing, "You're a cop, what a coward!" I said, "Grandpa's right, cops are all cowards. Female cops bend over for you to fuck their assholes, male cops open their stinky mouths for you to lick their dicks." My wife cooperated, saying, "Female cops love Daddy's big dick the most," trembling as she thrust her buttocks back. I was leaning forward to lick Zhou Damao's penis when I was hit squarely. This powerful buttocks rammed his penis completely into my mouth, giving me an incredibly deep throat, making my eyes roll back. "Grandpa's cock is so powerful, it almost burst my esophagus." I said, suppressing my cough and nausea. I wasn't lying; I could taste the metallic rust in my mouth, and my esophagus might really have ruptured. Zhou Damao and Zhou Ermao laughed so hard they couldn't speak. Zhou Sanmao laughed and said, "You're such a coward, you're even more cowardly than a woman. From now on, you'll be called 'Cowardly Woman.'" "Thank you, Third Grandpa. From today onwards, I'll be called 'Cowardly Woman.'" I said in a delicate voice, making a pinky gesture. Zhou Damao cruelly ravaged my wife's anus. My wife painfully and submissively counted out loud. I watched with a broken heart as the ugly penis went in and out between my beautiful buttocks, praising incessantly, "Grandpa, your big cock is amazing." "Dog fucking big ass, is your asshole enjoying it?" "Grandpa, I kowtow to you. I really admire your strong cock." "Mother, even this cowardly woman will kowtow to you, give it your all, clench your ass tighter!" When my wife reached 235, Zhou Damao finally ejaculated. His cloudy semen, mixed with blood and feces, smeared her delicate, fresh anus—a truly gruesome sight. "Cowardly woman, give your slutty wife—no, your slutty mother—a more impressive name," Zhou Ermao said. "Replying to Second Grandfather, how about 'Big Butt'?" I blurted out, my mind blank with fear. They laughed, and my wife and I laughed along. Only the little girl with the missing ear was crying. We passed the test; husband and wife were both caught like turtles. [The End]The loud, stimulating, and soul-stirring sound of the ejaculation was both so pleasant and tragic. "Daddy's big cock is opening the stinky asshole of the female turtle, la la la, la la la, the female turtle loves Daddy's big cock to death." I will never forget this scene: a huge, ugly thing with bulging veins, like a knife, brutally piercing my wife's narrow, alluring virgin anus. The deep wrinkles were smoothed out, split open, and drops of blood gushed out, staining the original pale pink a frightening bright red. Faced with my wife's miserable state, I didn't even have the right to avoid it like an ostrich. I knelt beside her, or rather, knelt close to her buttocks, faithfully "observing" her misery, her humiliation, and her fear with my eyes, my ears, and my soul. This was their test, a test of whether my wife was "obedient" enough, a test of whether I was "cowardly" enough. Zhou Damao pulled out his bloodied penis with a bang. My wife was "obedient" enough; she trembled as she kowtowed and loudly proclaimed, "One, Daddy fucked that bitch's stinky asshole once!" I was cowardly enough, fawningly complimenting, "Grandpa, your 'shit bottle' opening was absolutely amazing!" My heart was bleeding; I wanted nothing more than to tear this little devil who had humiliated my wife to pieces. But they had knives, bloody knives, bloody knives held to my neck. Although I had a weapon too, it was at my waist, too far to quench my thirst. "Taste the freshly baked asshole deflowering blood," he said, pointing to his penis. "Brother, wait a minute, let these two cops put on hats, that'll make it more exciting." Zhou Ermao took down the police hats hanging on the hook of the cubicle door. I put mine on, and then I put mine on my wife's too. For the thrill, my wife and I were wearing police uniforms. We're not dosplby; we're real police officers, the elite of the police force. We graduated from the People's Public Security University of China. I have five years of service, and my wife has three. I'm a third-level police inspector, and she's a first-level police superintendent. We're battle-hardened, we've apprehended fugitives, interrogated suspects, and we've secretly mocked the cowardice of our prey. But when we become prey ourselves, we deeply feel that bone-chilling fear. We're more afraid than ordinary people because we understand the cruelty of their methods. We are human; we want to be remembered, not to die a heroic death. They want to deepen our humiliation with their police hats, as if celebrating the triumph of evil over justice. As a man, as a husband, as a promising and successful person, witnessing my wife being raped, yet forced to kneel helplessly and perform oral sex on the perpetrator—licking the stinking penis just pulled from my wife's anus—I feel deeply humiliated. As a woman, as a wife, as a virtuous and gentle lady, to be forced to be sodomized by a young boy in front of her husband, and to be forced to utter obscene words in response, must be incredibly humiliating. However, as a police officer, kneeling before criminals and being bullied by them doesn't evoke any particular feeling. Police and criminals are both antagonistic and mutually reinforcing, sharing similarities in some ways, such as a higher risk factor or faster financial gain. They are also intricately connected in other aspects, such as accepting bribes, selling intelligence, and collusion between the police and criminals. If criminals represent black evil, then the police are certainly not white justice. Admittedly, maintaining order and combating crime are our duties; however, oppressing the innocent and aiding and abetting evil are also characteristic of our work. We are the guardians of social order, but also the protectors of organized crime. I stuck out my tongue and licked it, but couldn't taste my wife's anal blood. This penis was incredibly smelly, worse than shit. Not because it entered my wife's private parts, but because of the accumulated stench; I suspected it had never been washed. Suddenly, I thought that if I put more saliva on it, my wife would suffer less. I took it in my mouth and started swallowing. Zhou Damao seemed uncomfortable with oral sex, pulling his penis back and laughing, "You're a cop, what a coward!" I said, "Grandpa's right, cops are all cowards. Female cops bend over for you to fuck their assholes, male cops open their stinky mouths for you to lick their dicks." My wife cooperated, saying, "Female cops love Daddy's big dick the most," trembling as she thrust her buttocks back. I was leaning forward to lick Zhou Damao's penis when I was hit squarely. This powerful buttocks rammed his penis completely into my mouth, giving me an incredibly deep throat, making my eyes roll back. "Grandpa's cock is so powerful, it almost burst my esophagus." I said, suppressing my cough and nausea. I wasn't lying; I could taste the metallic rust in my mouth, and my esophagus might really have ruptured. Zhou Damao and Zhou Ermao laughed so hard they couldn't speak. Zhou Sanmao laughed and said, "You're such a coward, you're even more cowardly than a woman. From now on, you'll be called 'Cowardly Woman.'" "Thank you, Third Grandpa. From today onwards, I'll be called 'Cowardly Woman.'" I said in a delicate voice, making a pinky gesture. Zhou Damao cruelly ravaged my wife's anus. My wife painfully and submissively counted out loud. I watched with a broken heart as the ugly penis went in and out between my beautiful buttocks, praising incessantly, "Grandpa, your big cock is amazing." "Dog fucking big ass, is your asshole enjoying it?" "Grandpa, I kowtow to you. I really admire your strong cock." "Mother, even this cowardly woman will kowtow to you, give it your all, clench your ass tighter!" When my wife reached 235, Zhou Damao finally ejaculated. His cloudy semen, mixed with blood and feces, smeared her delicate, fresh anus—a truly gruesome sight. "Cowardly woman, give your slutty wife—no, your slutty mother—a more impressive name," Zhou Ermao said. "Replying to Second Grandfather, how about 'Big Butt'?" I blurted out, my mind blank with fear. They laughed, and my wife and I laughed along. Only the little girl with the missing ear was crying. We passed the test; husband and wife were both caught like turtles. [The End]"From now on, I'll call you 'Cowardly Girl'." "Thank you, Third Grandfather. From today onwards, I'll be called 'Cowardly Girl'." I said in a delicate voice, making a pinky gesture. Zhou Damao cruelly ravaged my wife's anus. My wife painfully and submissively counted out the numbers. I watched, heartbroken, as his ugly penis went in and out between her beautiful buttocks, praising incessantly, "Grandpa, your big cock is amazing!" "Dog-fucking big ass-woman, is your asshole enjoying it?" "Grandpa, I'll kowtow to you. I really admire your strong cock." "Mother, I'll kowtow to you too. Give it your all, clench your asshole tighter!" When my wife counted to 235, Zhou Damao finally ejaculated. The cloudy white semen mixed with blood and feces smeared all over her delicate anus, a truly gruesome sight. "You cowardly woman, give your slutty wife—no, your slutty mother—a more memorable name," Zhou Ermao said. "How about 'Big Butt'?" I blurted out, my mind blank with fear. They laughed, and my wife and I laughed along. Only the little girl with the missing ear was crying. We passed the test; husband and wife were both caught like turtles. [The End]"From now on, I'll call you 'Cowardly Girl'." "Thank you, Third Grandfather. From today onwards, I'll be called 'Cowardly Girl'." I said in a delicate voice, making a pinky gesture. Zhou Damao cruelly ravaged my wife's anus. My wife painfully and submissively counted out the numbers. I watched, heartbroken, as his ugly penis went in and out between her beautiful buttocks, praising incessantly, "Grandpa, your big cock is amazing!" "Dog-fucking big ass-woman, is your asshole enjoying it?" "Grandpa, I'll kowtow to you. I really admire your strong cock." "Mother, I'll kowtow to you too. Give it your all, clench your asshole tighter!" When my wife counted to 235, Zhou Damao finally ejaculated. The cloudy white semen mixed with blood and feces smeared all over her delicate anus, a truly gruesome sight. "You cowardly woman, give your slutty wife—no, your slutty mother—a more memorable name," Zhou Ermao said. "How about 'Big Butt'?" I blurted out, my mind blank with fear. They laughed, and my wife and I laughed along. Only the little girl with the missing ear was crying. We passed the test; husband and wife were both caught like turtles. [The End]

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