A sadist beat him up

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"Ah...yawn..."
This was Kang Ziwen's third yawn in the past half hour. There was really no way around it; after all, he only liked Western classical music, and he had absolutely no interest in the concert of the local up-and-coming female idol he was currently watching. If it weren't for the sponsor's strong invitation, he wouldn't have come at all.
"Xian'er, Xian'er, I love you!" The venue was packed with young fans, more than 90% of whom were teenagers. The shouts of enthusiastic fans echoed around him, including a boy who looked like a middle school student next to Ziwen.
During the intermission, Ziwen couldn't help but sigh: "Xian'er looks very youthful and lovely, but how can her singing be any good?"
The boy next to him immediately retorted, "Don't talk bad about Xian'er!"
Ziwen decided not to argue with this "blindly" loyal fan. At this moment, applause rang out, and Xian'er reappeared, wearing a low-cut top and a white silk long skirt.
"Oh? Her figure is quite nice, her bust must be over 35..."
Ziwen couldn't help but think. In fact, Xian'er was the fastest-rising female singer in the city recently. Her beautiful and youthful appearance, cheerful and lively image, coupled with songs that reflected the mentality of young men and women, made her very popular among young people. Because of this, she became the exclusive advertising model for a famous Japanese cosmetics brand. An executive of that cosmetics company had a good relationship with Kang Ziwen, which was why Ziwen was here tonight.
At this moment, Xian'er slowly began to speak on stage: "Now I will present my new song 'Goodbye Sad Love' to everyone. I hope you like it!" After she finished speaking, a lyrical piece of music began to play, and enthusiastic applause rang out from below the stage.
"...Did you hear that, sir? Wasn't it sung with great emotion? Not bad, right!" said the boy beside him. Indeed, Xian'er sang with particular intensity, and during the song's climax, her face flushed, her brows furrowed, and her voice tinged with a hint of tears, as if she were completely immersed in the song depicting heartbreak.
Ziwen's sleepiness seemed to vanish suddenly, and he began to watch the female singer on stage with great interest. This comforted the boy beside him.
By the last few lines, Xian'er could barely sing anymore; her cheeks were flushed crimson, beads of sweat glistened under the spotlights, and her body trembled slightly, causing her ample breasts to bounce gently.
"Ah…this is truly interesting!" Ziwen seemed to murmur to himself.
Seeing Xian'er's condition, it seemed she might collapse at any moment. But thankfully, the song finally ended. Immediately, thunderous applause erupted throughout the venue; everyone was deeply moved by their idol's completely immersed performance.
Then, Xian'er immediately turned and headed backstage, but she walked very slowly. Watching her trembling legs as she walked, Kang Ziwen smiled subtly, then stood up and walked towards the restrooms…
In one of the backstage corridors, the rising idol Xian'er trudged along with difficulty. She had completely lost her composure; her fiery red face held a mixture of sorrow and joy, and she was breathing heavily. Sweat soaked her clothes, leaving a trail on the floor, and her wet chest clung to her clothes, outlining the contours of her breasts.
"Almost there… just… a little while longer… ahh…" In the corridor leading to the restrooms, through her sweat-blurred vision, she saw a tall figure standing ahead. The person looked to be only in his early twenties, very handsome. But Xian'er was preoccupied with her own problems and had no time to admire him.
"Miss Xian'er?"
"Who are you?...This place...is off-limits to non-staff...huh..."
"I'm a guest of the sponsors, so they let me in. Miss Xian'er, are you alright? You look terrible!"
"I'm fine...you go back...hurry up!" Xian'er said in a tone that was half pleading and half commanding.
"Alright then, I'll be going now." The young man, Kang Ziwen, started to leave in another direction, but as he passed by Xian'er, he said in a very low voice, "The concert isn't over yet. I suggest you take that vibrator out quickly, otherwise how will you continue singing?"
After saying that, he saw that Xian'er's face immediately turned pale—the expression of surprise, shame, and embarrassment that people show when their secrets are exposed. After seeing this expression, Ziwen gave her an ambiguous smile, and then left without looking back. However, Ziwen's smiling face was branded into Xian'er's heart, making her vaguely aware that the smile would reappear before her eyes...
"Hey! What are you doing over there? Come here right now!"
Hearing this deep voice, Xian'er immediately trembled. The voice belonged to a man in his thirties or forties, slightly overweight, with a very dignified appearance. Xian'er recognized him from the voice alone as Mr. Hong, the record company's boss.
Mr. Hong pulled Xian'er's hand into the empty men's restroom and locked the door. Immediately, he reached out like a hungry wolf and grabbed Xian'er's breasts!
"Oh! No! Take that thing out... The concert isn't over yet! Ugh..."
"Hehe, you lewd girl, do you still have a concert in your mind? Look! Your cherries are already this hard!" Mr. Hong pulled down Xian'er's low-cut dress, and a pair of plump breasts immediately "plop" out! Just as Mr. Hong had said, her pair of cherry-red nipples were already hard and erect like walnuts. Mr. Hong flicked one of the nipples with his finger, and she immediately shuddered as if struck by lightning.
Her delicate breasts were covered with beads of sweat, adding to her alluring charm. Mr. Hong couldn't resist grabbing her breasts and kissing them, sucking on the youthful sweat, the sweet scent of her body filling his nostrils, and hearing Xian'er's increasingly heavy breathing. The proud breasts of the youthful idol were now completely at Mr. Hong's mercy, being kneaded and flattened until they were red.
Although it wasn't the first time he had played with this new female singer under his management, taking advantage of her backstage in the middle of a concert, after she had just performed in front of thousands of people, gave Mr. Hong a particularly fresh and exciting feeling.
Under Mr. Hong's kisses and sucking, Xian'er couldn't help but let out sensual and passionate gasps.
"Hey, still won't admit you're a slut?"
"No... oh... it's because of Mr. Hong's balls..."
"Damn it, you little slut, are you trying to say this is my fault? What an impolite guy!" Without thinking, Mr. Hong raised his hand and slapped her.
"Smack!" He didn't seem to regard Xian'er as an employee, but rather as his servant.
"Ooh! I'm sorry! Xian'er is... a slut..." Touching her burning cheek, Xian'er hurriedly apologized humbly. She seemed to have great respect for Mr. Hong and dared not do anything against his wishes.
"That's right, you should have been more obedient. Let me see how slutty you are?" With that, Mr. Hong pulled up Xian'er's skirt until it revealed her black silk lace panties. The underwear was quite obscene in appearance, with a very narrow middle section and a slightly raised oval shape. If you brought your face close, you could hear a faint sound like a mosquito flying by, and there were some wet traces of water flowing out from the side of the underwear, wetting the inside of the thighs.
"You're so wet? Did you spill your juices on the floor on your way here?" Mr. Hong's humiliating words left Xian'er biting her lower lip in despair, speechless. Mr. Hong gently pulled down his underwear, and immediately something round, covered by the underwear and pressed against her crotch, fell off. He caught it; it was a pink, egg-shaped electric vibrator. The vibrator was still vibrating and humming, its wet surface reflecting the glistening juices.
Mr. Hong pressed the vibrator against Xian'er's face, smearing her with his own juices, and the sound of the vibrator amplified the sadistic sensation she felt.
Then, Mr. Hong looked down again, and with her underwear pulled down to her knees, the newly popular idol Xian'er's private parts were completely exposed! The inside of her snow-white thighs was a dark patch of pubic hair, the wetness reflecting a glistening sheen from the nectar absorbed by the hair. Mr. Hong's nose, drawing near, immediately caught a whiff of aroused, lewd scent.
"What a lewd smell! I wonder if you'd come right there on stage if I'd sung another song? Hehe..."
"Don't say things like that... Oh... Ah! Don't put your fingers in!"
"How else can I satisfy you, you slut?" Mr. Hong inserted his fingers into her wet opening, stirring them around, the "slap, slap" sound of his fingers hitting the wetness filling the air. Xian'er's moans further revealed her excitement—being penetrated by Aurora and then performing on a stage in front of thousands of audience members, this public act of depravity, besides the shame, also brought Xian'er a fresh kind of stimulation. The mature sensuality of a twenty-year-old was fully amplified under the lewd sex toys and the public gaze, causing her to have a small climax when she sang the last part on stage.
"Okay, lie on the sink and open your legs!"
"Oh...please spare me...Mr. Hong...it's almost time...to go back to the stage..."
"If I don't satisfy you fully, how can I get you to concentrate on singing later? Besides, you know you can't go against my will, right?" With that, Mr. Hong roughly pushed Xian'er toward the sink, and Xian'er quickly braced herself against the edge of the sink to avoid hitting it.
(Indeed, I can't disobey him...) Xian'er knew this better than anyone else.
At this moment, the man stood behind Xian'er, pulled down his pants, and then lifted her skirt higher. He slapped her snow-white buttocks with his palm and said, "Spread your legs!"
Xian'er obediently complied without further resistance, but she was aware that this would completely expose her vulva, perineum, and anus to the man standing behind her, making her feel an unbearable sense of humiliation.
Mr. Hong, however, was determined to make her even more ashamed; he used both hands to pull apart Xian'er's labia, immediately revealing the pink, seemingly tender and delicious flesh in the middle. Its beautiful color and shape were as fresh and alluring as a virgin's. Mr. Hong then brought his face an inch closer to her vulva, magnifying the young girl's genitals in a close-up!
"Hehe..."
"Oh...no, don't...it's so embarrassing!"
Mr. Hong's penis was now hard and erect. He aimed at Xian'er's opening from behind and then pushed forward with all his might!
"Ugh!!!" Because her vagina was already soaked, the entry was very smooth. However, this was the first time Xian'er had intercourse while standing, and this unusual position gave her a fresh and exciting feeling.
Mr. Hong felt the new female singer's vagina tightly enveloping him, which felt very satisfying. He immediately grabbed the beauty's buttocks with both hands and began to thrust in and out.
"Ee... Oh... Mr. Hong's... So strong... Ah ah..."
"Squeeze your lower jaw tighter... Yes... Very good!"
"Ah... Ah! It's hitting the cervix!... So strong!..."
"Look up, Xian'er, look at yourself now?" At Mr. Hong's words, Xian'er raised her head slightly and could see herself in the mirror above the sink. "See, being fucked like a bitch while standing like this, this is the true face of the new idol—Xian'er!"
Seeing her reflection in the mirror and hearing Mr. Hong's words, Xian'er felt extremely humiliated. But by this time, Mr. Hong's thrusting speed had gradually increased, leaving her no time to think about anything else.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!" The obscene sounds of intercourse echoed repeatedly in the men's restroom, but the frequency became faster and faster. The penis, like a pile driver, slammed straight into the end of the hole with each thrust, and the semen splashed everywhere. The moans of the two became louder and louder.
"Ah!...Ah!...It's coming!"
Finally, after nearly a hundred thrusts, the man reached his climax, and after fully penetrating his penis, he ejaculated thick semen.
"Good! Ah! I...lost too...Ah ah ah!!!" Xian'er also reached her climax at this moment, but at this moment, the smile of the man she had just met in the corridor appeared in her mind again, which surprised her.
In a secluded hillside in the city, there are some high-end residences. Among them is a two-story villa with gardens, swimming pools, and tennis courts, covering an area almost the size of a football field.
It was past 11 p.m. when the villa's owner, Kang Ziwen, returned home. As soon as he sat down on the sofa, he heard a very gentle and soft voice behind him: "Brother, you're back? You must be tired."
The voice belonged to a girl who had just turned eighteen. Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she was very dignified and beautiful, with a refined demeanor, like a lady from a wealthy family. However, the only flaw was the natural coldness that often emanated from her face, making her seem unapproachable. She respectfully held out a cup of coffee to Ziwen.
"Thank you, I'm really tired..." Ziwen took the coffee and took a small sip. His handsome, sculpted face revealed a hint of fatigue: "Sakura, you know I don't like this kind of music. My neck is really sore..."
"Is that so... Take a good rest," Sakura said with concern. Then, she walked behind the sofa, extending a pair of beautiful, smooth hands to gently massage Ziwen's shoulders and neck. Her massage technique was almost professional, and the soft, delicate touch of her young hands made Ziwen feel indescribably pleasurable, instantly relieving half of his fatigue.
"But I don't regret going, because I encountered something very interesting... How much do you know about that female singer, Xian'er?"
Yingzi didn't answer, but Ziwen seemed to already know the answer. Like him, she had no interest in local singers. He continued, "To have a vibrating sex device inserted during a performance, who would do that?"
"Why don't you ask 'that person'? It seems there's nothing in the world he doesn't know."
"Alright, and I also have other things to discuss with him..." With that, he stood up and walked towards the study, which was on the second floor of the villa, a three-minute walk away. Sakura followed silently behind him until they reached the study. As Ziwen turned on his laptop, she softly said, "Brother, the internet company came today, asking if we'd like to connect the dedicated MEG line..." Ziwen waved
his hand, "It's up to you. I don't like getting involved in these things. You handle everything at home; I trust you completely." He connected the computer to the internet, started the video conferencing software, and then selected a contact named "Sunspots" from his address book.
Instantly, a rather unremarkable, overweight man, around thirty years old, appeared on the screen. Always cheerful, he waved to Ziwen with a broad smile, "Hi, Ziwen! What's up? Your order will arrive tomorrow, don't rush me..."
"I didn't come to you for that. I wanted to ask you about the female singer Xian'er..."
"Good eye! She's definitely one of the best 'quality' newcomers in the music industry these days. But she's under Hong's Records, and that Hong Wancheng is notorious for his womanizing and is an overseas member of the 'Taming Association.' I'm sure Xian'er is already his slave..."
"Yes, I just want to know about Hong Wancheng—his address, his whereabouts..."
"Are you trying to provoke him and hook up with his girl?" The fat man nicknamed "Sunspot" widened his eyes and said with an exaggerated expression, "That Hong guy has considerable influence in this city and is connected to the underworld. He just had someone teach a short, talkative male entertainer a lesson a while back... Is it worth it to make enemies with him for a little singer?"
"You know, what I hate most isn't people using their own 'training' abilities, but using despicable means to make others their slaves," Ziwen's expression turned serious. "That's an insult to our reputation!"
"I understand." Sunspot nodded knowingly. "With the 'Grand Tutor' involved, what else could I possibly worry about? When do you want that Hong guy's data?"
"The sooner the better. I'm going to Japan to visit my godfather the day after tomorrow."
"Then I'll give it to you the morning after tomorrow!"
"Thank you. I trust you with your work."
After Ziwen ended the communication and shut down the computer, Yingzi, who had been quietly watching, finally spoke up: "Want to take a shower first? Or get something to eat?" She didn't mention anything about Xian'er because she absolutely trusted any decision Ziwen made.
"...Let's take a shower first."
The bathroom in this villa was just as luxurious as the rest of the house. The bathtub, about half the size of a basketball court, was steaming with hot steam, and there was even a hydro-massage device at the bottom, but Ziwen didn't like using it.
Ziwen had just stepped into the bathtub completely naked and was half-lying on the edge. Suddenly, another figure slowly entered the room. However, Ziwen wasn't surprised at all.
The newcomer was also completely naked, and her figure was remarkably striking: tall and slender, yet with a perfectly proportioned physique, befitting a professional international model. Her youthful breasts stood proudly erect, radiating a dazzling glow; her slender waist framed a full, shapely bottom, and her thighs were exceptionally long. Her skin appeared fair and delicate, almost translucent, suggesting she was in the prime of her youth.
Without hesitation, the girl stepped into the bath, her movements incredibly light, barely splashing any water. When she reached Ziwen, we could clearly see that she was the girl named "Sakura."
She picked up some bath soap from the edge of the tub, squeezed some out, and applied it to her firm breasts. Then, she bent down and rubbed her breasts against Ziwen's chest!
A girl with a graceful figure and creamy, smooth skin massaging a man's chest with her newly matured breasts—what man in the world could remain unmoved? Kang Ziwen was also a standard handsome man, with an athletic build, a perfect match for Yingzi. The two outstandingly handsome men and beautiful women created a stunning picture.
However, Ziwen was clearly used to Yingzi's way of serving him, not only remaining unmoved but also applying some bath gel to his palms and using it to wipe Yingzi's back.
The question is: Yingzi calls Ziwen "brother," so what is the actual relationship between them?
The following
night, Xian'er finished her last concert, but instead of celebrating with the staff, she got into Mr. Hong's car and drove straight to his villa in the suburbs. As
soon as they started driving, Mr. Hong said with a smile, "Your singing has improved a lot. Even with a tube of aurora inserted in your vagina, you could still sing the last three songs smoothly, and the audience applauded thunderously!"
Xian'er bit her lip and did not answer this sarcastic remark. Mr. Hong continued, "After all your hard work, you must want to see your beloved mother the most, right? I will grant your wish!"
Upon hearing this, Xian'er's expression immediately changed, and she hurriedly asked, "You brought her again? I already said I would fulfill any request you make! Why did you bring her in again…?"
"This is her own mistake, and it's also her own choice not to let you suffer alone!" After saying this, Mr. Hong stopped talking. Until 11 PM, after they returned to the villa, they immediately went to a room on the second floor, where a man with a towering physique, like a mountain, wearing sunglasses, stood guard at the door.
"Listen, from now on, absolutely no one is allowed to enter this room!"
Hearing Mr. Hong's order, the guard immediately replied loudly, "Yes, sir!"
Xian'er looked at the guard, who was at least six and a half feet tall, with muscles like small mountains, a giant-like figure. She knew that even five ordinary adult men together couldn't defeat him.
Mr. Hong unlocked the door, then pulled Xian'er's hand and went inside, immediately closing the door and locking it from the inside. The room was pitch black, making it impossible for Xian'er to see anything inside. But soon, Mr. Hong turned on the light switch next to the door, instantly illuminating the room.
"!!...Mom!"
Xian'er immediately saw her mother, causing her to tremble and her voice to shake. In front of a thick, round pillar on one side of the room, a woman sat with her back against it. She had curly black hair, and although she was over forty, her appearance and skin made her look like she was only in her thirties.
Her body was tightly bound and secured to the pillar with bundles of hemp rope, her lower body completely naked, and her legs spread wide in an M-shape, completely exposing her genitals. A silver-white dildo connected to a battery box was inserted into her vagina, obscenely rotating in circles.
The woman wore a black leather bra-top, but two holes were cut in the front, revealing her dark brown nipples, which had already grown to the size of walnuts.
The dildo seemed to have been inside her for hours, causing her to climax countless times. A large puddle of vaginal fluid lay on the floor in front of her genitals, though fresh fluid still seeped intermittently from the junction of her vagina and genitals. The prolonged sexual stimulation had left her in a semi-conscious state, her brows furrowed and eyes closed. But upon hearing her daughter's scream, she immediately opened her eyes, her mouth, which held a strip of white cloth, moving slightly as she made soft "mmm" sounds.
"How cruel!" Seeing her mother's plight, Xian'er's eyes filled with tears, and her whole body trembled.
"What a touching mother-daughter reunion! Is Xian'er crying tears of joy too? Hehehe!!" Mr. Hong, however, was taking pleasure in the mother and daughter's suffering. He laughed wildly and stepped forward to untie the cloth strip from the dildo.
"Xian'er! What brings you here?"
"Mom! How are you? Mr. Hong, I told you I'd pay back the money, why did you bring my mother?"
"You think you're worth too much, Xian'er! Just by being my sex slave, you can barely cover the interest on the debt your mother owes me! Besides, if a daughter has to pay her mother's debts, your mother won't be comfortable!"
"Please, please release my mother and pull that Nanbang Kingdom out!"
"Then you'll have to start working!" With that, Mr. Hong plopped down in a large executive chair, his penis already bulging against his pants. "What are you waiting for? If you want to save your mother, hurry up and take it off."
With no other choice, Xian'er quickly stripped herself naked, revealing a youthful and alluring figure. Xian'er understood what Mr. Hong meant by "working." She knelt down in front of Mr. Hong, then unzipped his pants, and the familiar male sex toy immediately sprang out.
"Xian'er! No!" Xian'er's mother cried out in despair, but Xian'er did not hesitate. She knew that as a weak woman, trying her best to please and flatter the man in front of her was the only way for her and her daughter to escape their misery as soon as possible. She slightly parted her cherry-colored lips, stuck out her soft, delicate tongue, and began to lick Mr. Hong's penis.
She smacked her lips and let some saliva drip onto the shaft, then used her tongue to spread the saliva all over the surface of the shaft and the scrotum at the base. After licking back and forth from the base to the shaft more than ten times, she even circled her tongue around the man's protruding glans.
"Hehe... the fastest rising idol singer in terms of popularity right now, I didn't expect her tongue skills to be so good in addition to her singing skills!" Under Xian'er's diligent service, Mr. Hong's penis swelled and grew larger again.
"No! Xian'er! It's my fault, I'll make amends!" Seeing her own daughter servilely with her mouth to the vile object of a despicable man, Xian'er's mother felt as if her heart was being torn apart. For a moment, she forgot the sexual torment she was suffering and pleaded with tears streaming down her face.
(No, Mom, Mr. Hong wants me. After Dad left without saying goodbye, you suffered so much to raise me. You borrowed money from this scoundrel for me. Do you think I don't know that?) Xian'er not only didn't stop, but instead forced her mouth open wide, barely managing to take the man's huge penis into her mouth.
(If I do my best to satisfy this man, we can be saved tonight. Let's go home together, Mom!)
Mr. Hong then began piston-like movements in her mouth. This mouth, which usually sang pop songs on the screen, had now become a hole for the man to release his lust. As the man relentlessly thrust in and out, she felt a growing sense of suffocation, her mind becoming increasingly hazy. Only a few frothy drops, mixed with her own saliva and the sticky fluid from the man's penis, kept dribbling from her mouth and falling onto the chair.
"Ah, oh!! That's great, you little slut! So good... ah! Ahhh!!"
"Ugh! Gulp..."
A thick, foul-smelling semen gushed into Xian'er's throat, and she swallowed it all while suppressing the urge to vomit.
However, if she thought Mr. Hong would stop there, she would be sorely mistaken. As a two-star member of the "Dominator Association," his energy, lust, and perverse attitude were far more than that. He took out a bundle of bright red cotton rope for SM from a box nearby and then tied it around Xian'er's body! He wrapped the rope around Xian'er's chest several times, making her breasts even more prominent under the pressure of the rope.
"Ugh..." Xian'er had never tried anything like this before. The feeling of the cotton rope binding her skin made her involuntarily let out a masochistic gasp.
"!!...No!!" Seeing the scene before her, and thinking that even her daughter was about to become his SM sex slave, Xian'er's mother couldn't help but let out a desperate cry.
Under the impact of her first SM bondage, Xian'er's mental state was as if she had fallen into a fog. Her eyes flickered with a masochistic feeling of shame mixed with excitement. At the same time, her bound body was like a doll, manipulated and played with by Mr. Hong, making her body into various lewd positions.
"Your lower body is completely wet. Is it really this stimulating to have sex while bound?" Mr. Hong's huge penis became erect again. He spread Xian'er's legs apart and immediately "squeaked" and inserted it into her body again!
"Ugh!...Ah..." The rough insertion to the end made Xian'er gasp with a mixture of pain and pleasure, and Mr. Hong began to perform intense piston-like movements on the tightly bound Xian'er without any mercy.
Xian'er's body was tightly bound with crimson cotton rope, her hands tied behind her back, and her breasts bound in an extremely alluring pose. The presence of Xian'er's mother watching her daughter being violently penetrated only fueled Mr. Hong's immoral and wicked excitement, making him even more vigorous.
He lifted the young female singer Xian'er's thighs high above his shoulders, then fully utilized the power of his waist to thrust his penis in and out with great force. Each withdrawal pulled a little out of her vaginal walls, which were soaked with vaginal fluid, splashing the floor; each thrust caused her cervix to feel numb and painful.
"Ah...oh...that's so powerful...Mr. Hong is so strong tonight...flawless...my little hole is going to...tear open..."
"Damn slut, your pussy is flowing like a flood! Still talking big! Doing this in front of your mother seems to excite you even more!"
"No...Mom, don't look!!...Please let Mom...go..."
"Please let my daughter go! Please stop torturing her!" Although Fairy Mother had closed her eyes and couldn't bear to look anymore, the cries of her daughter and the sounds of their bodies colliding and splashing during intercourse still couldn't stop the lewd sounds from reaching her ears.
"When I discovered you, seeing your lustful eyes and that mouth that seemed born to hold a penis, I already knew you definitely had the 'potential' to become a sex 'superstar'! Hehe..." Mr. Hong smiled contentedly as he enjoyed the "skills" of the young singer's mouth.
Xian'er was equally excited. Although she knew her mother was watching, the young and vibrant girl had no choice but to submit to Mr. Hong's expert sexual skills. Her usually bright eyes were now half-closed, and her sweat-soaked body trembled with each wave of climax.
The frequency of the thrusting increased, and the "slap, slap" sounds of their bodies colliding and the splashing of their juices filled the room with a symphony of debauchery.
The intercourse, which felt like half a century long, finally ended temporarily with Mr. Hong's second ejaculation. It was "temporarily" because Mr. Hong had brought both mother and daughter with him that night, intending to engage in even more perverse acts. Xian'er's
upper body was still tightly bound, her short, neat hair disheveled and spread across her face. She was covered in fragrant sweat, her beautiful face looking as if she had just been washed, and she was still breathing softly from her slightly open mouth. After a fierce "fight between men and women," her body was limp and powerless.
"What...what else do you want to do?" Mr. Hong lewdly picked up the naked Xian'er and carried her to her mother, who was tied to a pillar. The two faced each other.
"I want you to see what your mother looks like when she's enjoying herself!"
Xian's mother was tightly bound to the pillar, with an oversized dildo inserted below her, and a "Zhen Dan" (a type of penis) placed on her clitoris. Seeing her mother's miserable state, Xian'er couldn't help but feel sorrow again.
At this moment, Mr. Hong took out a strangely shaped object, called a "nipple suction cup." He gripped the rubber ball at the end and then placed the cup-shaped part at the front over Xian's mother's nipple, before slowly releasing his hands.
"Ouch!! It hurts!..."
"Mom!"
This toy used the principle of air pressure to make the cup stick to Xian's mother's nipple!
"Hehehe, this is the perfect thing for a big-breasted cow!" Indeed, while Xian'er was already considered voluptuous, her mother was even more so, with dark-colored areolas the size of ping-pong balls, exuding mature womanly charm.
"Ah! It feels like something is constantly sucking on my nipples, it feels so strange!"
Mr. Hong moved closer to Xian's mother, admiring his "masterpiece." Under the suction of the device, the areolas were being sucked until they bulged out like pancakes, and the nipples were as big as walnuts, giving him a sadistic pleasure.
His sadistic tendencies led him to reach out and gently pat the rubber ball at the end of the device from above, causing the device to make the entire breast bounce up and down!
"Ouch!... Oh, stop!"
"Hehe, it's like a slingshot, so satisfying!" Mr. Hong continued to repeat the slapping motion, sometimes from top to bottom, sometimes from left to right, and Xianma's huge breasts bounced up and down and left and right like a large ball of jelly. Mr. Hong seemed to be mesmerized by this "spectacle," and the slapping speed became faster and faster!
"Ah...no!!...I'm dying! I'm dying!"
"Please let Mom go! I'll do anything you want! Please have mercy!"
The room seemed to have become a hellish scene, and the demonic Mr. Hong was enjoying the extremely pleasing swaying of the beautiful breasts in front of him, while poor Xianma was screaming until she was hoarse, her breasts feeling like they were being crushed in excruciating pain!
But Mr. Hong, who was enjoying the sadistic excitement, was unaware that an uninvited guest had arrived near the villa.

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