Green Desire for Rebirth 16-18

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Chapter Sixteen: My Dream Lover is in Love, But My Boyfriend Isn't Me. Luo Lan and Xu Nuo's relationship developed rapidly, partly due to Xu Nuo's gratitude that Luo Lan didn't mind her innocence, and partly due to her own innocence and a "what's the use" attitude. Mo Zhiwen watched Luo Lan and Xu Nuo's public displays of affection, practically exploding with rage. But he was at a loss. In his original timeline, Mo Zhiwen was just a struggling producer. To put it nicely, a producer; to put it bluntly, a pimp. Having witnessed the chaotic world of the entertainment industry and countless transactions of money, power, and sex, his first thought for solving problems was power, money, and sex; if that didn't work, he'd resort to more. But he felt that none of these were suitable at the moment. As for looks, he wasn't as handsome as Luo Lan, nor as physically imposing. As for money, talking about money was vulgar; he didn't want to taint this high school innocence with money. If Xu Nuo could be swayed by money, then she wasn't the Xu Nuo he knew. Speaking of power, what power does a high school student have, especially at school? His father's position as deputy mayor is worthless in front of the only provincial key high school in Taimiao. Besides, even if his father is the principal, so what? Orders or promises to date his own son? It's impossible. You see, even in schools decades later in the original timeline, if a teacher with a formal position doesn't want to be an official and has no ambition, the head of the education bureau can't do anything about it. As long as they finish their assigned classes and don't break any rules, there's nothing anyone can do about it. Frustrated, Mo Zhiwen struggles every day with thick financial books, trying his best not to pay attention to the intimate moments of the couple. After evening self-study, he goes to Han Ji's class and asks Han Ji out for a late-night snack. "Brother, please spare me. I've been drinking with you until midnight every night for the past few days. Although my roommates are covering for me, I really can't stand climbing up the drainpipe to the third-floor bathroom every night." Han Ji immediately begs for mercy when he hears him invited again. How can he be intimate with Bai Lu like this every day? Mo Zhiwen was even more frustrated. He immediately realized that his previous frustrations were nothing compared to this. He saw Luo Lan and Xu Nuo walking past him affectionately, even giving him a very enthusiastic greeting. Mo Zhiwen's mind raced. He let Han Ji go and followed the two at a distance, intending to see what they were up to, just in case Luo Lan was planning something and wanted to ruin their good time. Luo Lan and Xu Nuo made a few turns and, taking advantage of the moment, disappeared behind the science building. Just as Mo Zhiwen was about to follow, his homeroom teacher, Teacher He, called out to him, "Mo Zhiwen? Mo Zhiwen!" "Yes, Teacher He." Mo Zhiwen immediately stopped, looking at Teacher He with confusion. "It's been so long since school started. What are your thoughts? Are you adjusting well?" Teacher He asked with concern. "It's alright, I think it's pretty good. Except it's a bit hot, it's a pity the principal won't install air conditioning, and El Ni?o won't listen to the people's pleas." "You're quite open-minded." Teacher He felt that Mo Zhiwen had a maturity that high school students didn't have. Most high school students would be timid and submissive like quails when they saw their homeroom teacher, or try to show off, completely unlike Mo Zhiwen's attitude towards his peers. "But, what is El Ni?o?" Isn't this popular now? Mo Zhiwen thought, it's been too long, he can't remember when this scientific topic became popular. However, he didn't mind giving a brief explanation: "The word El Ni?o comes from the Spanish word 'elni?o,' originally meaning 'little boy' or 'little girl,' also referring to the Christ Child, i.e., Jesus. It's used to describe the phenomenon of abnormally warm sea surface temperatures near the west coast of South America. Scientists have discovered that the current abnormal weather is closely related to this; any weather phenomenon related to this is called El Ni?o." "Oh, you read quite a lot of extracurricular books," Teacher He remarked, indicating he'd learned something new, but he also questioned Mo Zhiwen's apparent lack of focus on his studies. Mo Zhiwen understood the implication and immediately tried to maintain a righteous image: "Not much, I mainly focus on my studies. It's just that my family has some investments. I think that in ancient times, people were already established and married by sixteen, so now I need to pay more attention to the world outside of my studies. Reading newspapers and learning about the world is also very good." Teacher He increasingly felt that Mo Zhiwen was not simple. "Studying hard and understanding the world is good, but don't neglect your studies either, after all, you still need that to go to university." After offering a few words of encouragement, he let Mo Zhiwen leave. After politely taking his leave, Mo Zhiwen immediately headed towards the back of the laboratory building, wondering how Luo Lan and Xu Nuo were doing. The bottom two floors of the building housed art classrooms, music classrooms, and a sports storage area, while the top two floors were laboratories. It was usually deserted during the day, especially after evening self-study sessions. Taigao High School had excellent greenery, and this area was no exception; the back of the building was filled with lush greenery, with only a few dim lights peeking through the shadows. Mo Zhiwen searched slowly behind the building, careful not to make a sound, lest Luo Lan and Xu Nuo discover him and he have no way to explain. After searching back and forth twice without finding them, he began to suspect they might have come to the back. While searching, he seemed to faintly hear a sound. Focusing his attention, he felt it was coming from inside the building. Mo Zhiwen quietly made his way to the side door of the building, which was just an archway without a door. Listening carefully, he realized it was the second floor, so he went up to the second-floor stairwell. The layout of the laboratory building was a central corridor with rooms on either side. One side of the rooms faced the school's central playground, and the other side faced the wall behind the building. The art and physical education students had already finished school, and there were no lab classes that evening, so the building was very quiet. As Mo Zhiwen went upstairs, the sounds grew louder and louder, more and more familiar, and Mo Zhiwen was startled. He crouched down and moved to the outside of a dance rehearsal room, peeking through the slightly ajar door in the corridor. Instantly, Mo Zhiwen felt as if he had been struck by a 100,000-volt electric shock, a sense of bewilderment as if poison had been injected directly into his heart. He didn't know where he was, his heart felt like it was about to explode. Right before his eyes, not far away, right in the sacred campus, a scene he dared not face was unfolding. The man, of above-average height, his body, while not imposing, was still quite strong, and the muscles bulging from his tight embrace of the woman showed a certain masculine strength. And the girl, she was a blessing from heaven. The girl's beautiful profile was flawless, almost unreal, as if meticulously painted by a master artist. Her long, curled eyelashes were alluring; her nose was straight and high yet delicate; her full, elegant red lips had perfect, seductive lines; and her beautifully curved, exquisitely charming jawline—she was breathtakingly beautiful. In the distance, the lights from the playground and school buildings shone through the windows of the dance rehearsal room. Against the dark background, the girl's skin appeared even more pure and white, like a snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains, soft and delicate like jade and milk. In the dim light, her fair skin was dazzling. The boy tightly embraced her slender, smooth waist, pressing her full, firm, soft, round breasts against his chest, squeezing them out of shape, making the overflowing flesh even more dazzling. The boy's hips thrust back and forth repeatedly, causing her overflowing breasts to tremble. Her fair and proud breasts, full yet firm, trembled slightly, heavy and round, the soft, white flesh constantly deforming under the pressure of the two men's dark chests, overflowing with milky flesh. The girl's white, full buttocks were half-sitting on the ballet barre, one of her delicate arms wrapped around a boy's back, the other supporting her weight on the barre. One of her long, slender white legs supported her body, while the other was raised high, bent at the knee, and placed between the man's hips in front of her, her slender, graceful ankles taut, her delicate white feet alluringly hooked around the man's waist. In the night, nothing can be seen from the light, but everything is clearly visible from the darkness. Mo Zhiwen could see everything very clearly, even counting the few pubic hairs on her pink vulva. Of course, he could also clearly see the dark, thick penis thrusting in and out of her tender opening. Her tender vulva was covered in sweat and vaginal fluid, the delicate jade-like opening being stretched open by a thick, dark penis. The dark, glistening cock violently thrust into the girl's soft flesh, squeezing out streams of white, cloudy fluid. Simultaneously, the hairy, dark, disgusting scrotum slapped against the girl's perineum, sticky with thin, cloudy fluid, making a series of lewd, slapping sounds. Mo Zhiwen was in a state of chaos, his body stiff, his eyes seemingly about to pop out, his teeth clenched tightly, afraid to make a sound, lest the two discover him. Wasn't this Luo Lan and Xu Nuo, the two he had just been searching for? Mo Zhiwen never expected them to have progressed to this point. Logically, it shouldn't be possible. After so many years of knowing each other, Xu Nuo wouldn't have opened her body after only a week or two of dating. And judging from this situation, it shouldn't be the first time. Why, why is this happening? Even if I'm reborn, I can't have the woman I love? Was my rebirth just for financial security? What difference does it make whether I'm reborn or not? The original timeline wasn't wealthy, but I never felt short of money. Should I rush out now? Even if I do, what good will it do? Xu Nuo's boyfriend is Luo Lan now; it's perfectly normal for them to have sex. It's my stalking and spying that's perverted. Mo Zhiwen felt increasingly conflicted, yet utterly helpless. His usual shrewdness seemed to have vanished. He could only stare blankly as Luo Lan vigorously thrust into Xu Nuo's Venus-like body, his penis almost instantly swelling in his shorts. "Ah!… Ah… You… Ah!… No… Ah… Please… Ah… Slower… Gently… Ah!… Harder… Ah… Faster!"…Ah…please let me go…ah! …please…ah! …don’t stop, ah…” Xu Nuo’s moans were both painful and seductive. Hearing Xu Nuo’s familiar voice, Mo Zhiwen’s body trembled, but he was half-squatting there, blankly not knowing what to do. “Hmm…Nuonuo…hmm…so good…hmm…I actually penetrated your body…hmm…how can I go slow…hmm…I’ve liked you since I entered school…hmm…Nuonuo…hmm…it feels so good to fuck you…hmm…you are so beautiful and sexy…hmm…your body is so white and tender…hmm…it’s so wonderful to be able to penetrate your pink and tender pussy…” Luo Lan panted, kissing Xu Nuo’s rosy lips, his hands tightly gripping Xu Nuo’s slender waist, while he kept thrusting back and forth, his crotch hitting Xu Nuo’s full and white mons pubis, driving his penis to penetrate Xu Nuo’s delicate body again and again. "Mmm...mmm...Nono...before...mmm...these past few days seeing you in class...mmm...I've wanted to love you properly...mmm...and I actually got to do it with you again today...mmm...it's so good, so good...your inside is so tight...mmm...mmm..." Luo Lan held Xu Nuo tightly, vigorously thrusting into her white, tender hole while stimulating her with lewd words. Xu Nuo had never experienced anything like this before, and was overwhelmed with pleasure. The vulgar language stimulated her immensely. She felt as if the penis in her lower body had penetrated her entire body, and her whole being had become a giant honey hole, filled with the huge penis. Her body was flying on clouds, empty and hollow. If it weren't for the barre in her hands holding her to the ground, she felt she would fly away. The students who had finished their evening self-study on the playground and in the teaching building made a huge commotion. The bright lights in the teaching building shone dimly into the laboratory building. No students or teachers knew that their goddess and good girl were naked in the laboratory building, being fucked until they were limp by Luo Lan's dark, thick penis. Mo Zhiwen was oblivious to everything else, his eyes fixed only on the heartbreaking scene before him. Luo Lan made Xu Nuo turn around, bracing himself against the wall, and then pressed himself against Xu Nuo's smooth, white, and beautifully curved back, thrusting into her fiercely. One hand encircled Xu Nuo's slender waist, while the other played with her full breasts. The tender flesh of her breasts was kneaded into different shapes, peeking out from between his fingers. From Mo Zhiwen's angle, he couldn't see what was happening at the point of penetration, but just from the "splashing" sounds he heard, he could imagine the intense thrusting. The dark, thick penis broke through the soft, white labia, filling the delicate vagina completely, and the scraping of the tender flesh during the thrusting brought Xu Nuo endless pleasure. Xu Nuo turned her head and kissed Luo Lan, her slender waist arching and swaying, her lips emitting soft moans as she was kissed. Luo Lan gripped Xu Nuo's fair waist tightly with both hands, pressing down forcefully until his thick, dark penis was fully inserted into her pink, dilated vagina. His pubic bone pressed firmly against her plump, white buttocks, his whole body trembling as his semen gushed forth deep inside her. Xu Nuo's cervix, drenched in semen, also climaxed. After a long while, both of them came to their senses. Luo Lan pulled his semi-erect penis out of Xu Nuo's vagina, wiping it on her buttocks with his semen- and vaginal fluid-covered penis. Xu Nuo giggled and playfully slapped Luo Lan. They separated, and now Mo Zhiwen could see clearly. Looking at Xu Nuo's body, her vaginal opening slightly parted, revealing pink flesh, thick semen from the man's penis flowing between the flesh, Mo Zhiwen felt incredibly conflicted and confused… Chapter Seventeen: Zhao Qingque returned home, and Mo Zhiwen barely slept all night, almost completely at a loss for what to do. After much deliberation, he could only sit and watch. After all, they were a couple, and Xu Nuo had already been with Luo Lan; a few more or fewer times wouldn't make a real difference. The real issue was whether his heart could accept Xu Nuo, who wasn't a virgin. Xu Nuo was his classmate from elementary to high school, and his lifelong dream girl. This feeling hadn't developed overnight; it was enduring, a feeling he couldn't forget even after university and into his working life. He couldn't quite put his finger on what he liked about Xu Nuo. At first, it was just simple liking, but later it had become a longing for the innocent feelings of his past youth. He liked the innocence of youth, not just the physical impulses driven by hormones. What he cared about was whether Xu Nuo was happy, not whether she was a virgin, had a boyfriend, or anything else. As long as Xu Nuo herself was innocent and happy, what did anything else matter? Just then, there was a knock on the door. Mo Zhiwen was puzzled; who would be looking for him at this hour? The door opened, and a charming, gentle figure stood before her. "Didn't expect it to be me, did you? Still awake?" Zhao Qingque said. The weather was getting colder, but Zhao Qingque was still wearing a dress. The floral dress barely covered her knees, revealing slender, long legs beneath the royal blue background. She wore a cardigan over her upper body. With her hands behind her back, she looked playfully at Mo Zhiwen. "Dad bought a lot of flower cakes and asked me to bring you some." She then pulled out a paper bag hidden behind her back, containing several cakes. Mo Zhiwen didn't actually like overly sweet foods, but since it was so late, he felt obliged to accept the gesture. He took the package and stepped aside. "Come in and sit down. The house is a bit messy, don't laugh at me." Zhao Qingque followed Mo Zhiwen into the house, sat down on the sofa, and looked around. "It's quite clean here. I didn't realize you were so tidy." Mo Zhiwen smiled but didn't reply. He simply asked, "What would you like to drink? I don't have anything else, just plain water and tea." Zhao Qingque asked in surprise, "What else do you want to drink?" Oh, she almost forgot. These days, tea is the most common beverage. Coffee and juice aren't common in most households. Mo Zhiwen made tea for Zhao Qingque. Zhao Qingque held the teacup, staring at Mo Zhiwen through the rising steam. Mo Zhiwen sat opposite Zhao Qingque, and even the cunning Mo Zhiwen felt uneasy under his gaze. Zhao Qingque smiled slightly at Mo Zhiwen's somewhat flustered expression. She seemed to enjoy seeing him like this. "You've changed a bit." "Are you different? I don't think so." "You were never like this before. You used to play with me and my sister all the time." Mo Zhiwen fell silent. That was when he was a child, he treated them as playmates. Now, the soul of this middle-aged, lecherous uncle only wanted to offer them lollipops and watch goldfish. Speaking of which, how long has it been since he last saw the Zhao father and daughters in the original timeline? It seems that after his father vaguely heard about Uncle Zhao and his mother, Yu Fengjiao's affair, Uncle Zhao was transferred away from Taimiao County not long after, and the two sisters went with him. In that era, let alone cell phones, QQ, and email, even landlines weren't common in homes. Coupled with Uncle Zhao and his mother Yu Fengjiao's affair, they lost contact. The images of the two sisters were gradually becoming blurry in his mind. Now, looking closely at the beautiful woman in front of him, her image gradually became more complete. The older sister, Zhao Qingque, was a classical beauty with a gentle, scholarly air about her. If he had to use a metaphor to describe her, she would probably be like a female student from the late Qing Dynasty or early Republic of China. Graceful yet with a touch of strength; traditional yet possessing a modern flair. Her hair, styled in a side-parted bob with inward curls at the ends, was jet black and glossy. If she were to wear a slanted-front blouse instead of a dress, she would resemble a progressive young woman from a Republican-era film. Her face was rosy, with a delicate, high nose above luscious red lips. Zhao Qingque wasn't wearing makeup, but her lips looked as if she were wearing lipstick or lip gloss, full and vibrant. Her figure, honed by years of dance training, was also exceptional—long arms and fair legs that could be admired for a year. The two remained silent, an inexplicable tension filling the air. The girl's unique charm was captivating, while the boy's weathered look, born of rebirth, was most alluring to a young girl. After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Qingque suddenly awoke. It was getting late; she had been there too long, and it was time to go home. Only then did she realize that the two of them had been staring at each other for so long, and her face flushed red. She hurriedly stood up, "You...you should rest early, I need to go home." Mo Zhiwen felt a pang of loss. "Oh, okay." He also stood up and saw the girl to the door, watching her enter his apartment building before going inside and locking the door. After washing up, he lay half-reclined on the bed, feeling that tonight had been very strange. First, he witnessed his dream girl being fucked by his best friend, and then his childhood sweetheart came to his door offering warmth. Was it destined by heaven that Xu Nuo wasn't his type? Since the surreal event of rebirth had already happened, he dared not say that there were no gods or fate in the world. The next day, Mo Zhiwen, who hadn't slept all night, was listless. Luo Lan came to collect homework again, and Mo Zhiwen took out his notebook and handed it in. "Are you alright? You don't look very well." Luo Lan asked with concern, looking at Mo Zhiwen's listless appearance. If things aren't going well between you and Xu Nuo, then I'll be fine. Mo Zhiwen thought to himself, but said aloud, "It's nothing, I just had a little insomnia last night." Luo Lan responded with an "Oh," and then said, "My uncle is a doctor at the county hospital. Should I ask him to prescribe some sleeping pills and bring them to you tomorrow?" "No need, no need. I wasn't having trouble sleeping last night, I just drank too much tea." Mo Zhiwen was somewhat touched. Although Luo Lan was his rival in love, he could still feel the sincerity in her words, a genuine concern between classmates and friends, completely unlike the hypocrisy of those so-called "friends" from his original timeline. Luo Lan didn't know that Mo Zhiwen also liked Xu Nuo, and even if he did, he wouldn't care, because he had not only obtained Xu Nuo's body, but he had also gradually broken down her defenses over time. Moreover, regardless of appearance, family background, or...In both academics and sports, he was considered one of the top students in school. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Luo Lan continued collecting Chinese homework, while Mo Zhiwen went to collect English homework. Seeing Luo Lan subtly touch Xu Nuo's bottom while collecting homework, Xu Nuo playfully slapped Luo Lan's hand, half-annoyed and half-joking, feeling a pang of bitterness. A short while later, he also collected Xu Nuo's homework. Xu Nuo smiled slightly at him, "Here, my English homework." The smile was polite, but also distant. Mo Zhiwen was too upset to say anything. He collected Xu Nuo's row of homework and immediately moved on to the next row, feeling increasingly saddened by Xu Nuo's appearance. He was listless throughout the first period of the morning. Sitting in front of him were his former roommates from the original timeline, Fang Yifan and Huang Rui. They turned to him to discuss the martial arts novels they had read the night before, but he ignored them. Finally, get out of class ended, and Fang Yifan invited the two to go to the restroom—actually, to smoke. Mo Zhiwen firmly stated that he wanted to take a nap during the break. Just as he lay down on his desk, he felt someone beside him, smelling a faint, familiar scent of osmanthus. Feeling a warm breath on his face, he opened his eyes and saw Zhao Qingque. Looking closer, he saw his two mischievous friends, Fang Yifan and Huang Rui, winking and making faces at each other behind Zhao Qingque. "Tonight, my dad wants you to come over for dinner," Zhao Qingque announced. "Oh..." the two friends chuckled, their meaning unclear, "You're coming over for dinner?"
Zhao Qingque blushed crimson from the teasing and quickly explained, "We work in the same unit." Fang Yifan and Huang Rui persisted, scaring Zhao Qingque into leaving immediately. Mo Zhiwen watched the two helplessly; he'd never seen them so ridiculous in his past life. The two spent the entire day enthusiastically discussing the ambiguous relationship between the beautiful girl from Class Two and Mo Zhiwen. That evening, they ate at Uncle Zhao's house. The Zhao family's dining table was a long table; Mo Zhiwen and Zhao Qingque sat on one side, while Uncle Zhao and Zhao Zhuhuan sat on the other. During the meal, Zhao Qingque frequently served Mo Zhiwen food, making him feel strange, like a prospective son-in-law visiting his family. Zhao Chengping also looked at him strangely, as if looking at a potential son-in-law. Zhao Zhuhuan also served Mo Zhiwen food, saying, "Brother Zhiwen, eat more." Soon, his bowl was almost overflowing. After struggling to finish everything, he felt like his stomach was about to explode. The two sisters went to wash the dishes, while Zhao Chengping pulled Mo Zhiwen aside to chat. Putting aside Zhao Chengping's affair with Yu Fengjiao, this man was actually quite remarkable. In his late thirties, a graduate of the Dance Department of the Music Academy at a national university, he possessed exceptional artistic talent. As an artist, especially a dancer, his appearance was naturally outstanding. For over a decade after graduation, he dedicated himself to ethnic dance in the county's cultural troupe, rising through the ranks to become its director. His appearance, talent, temperament, and overall demeanor were all top-notch, especially considering his widowhood; many young women in the troupe were infatuated with him. However, he remained unmoved. Outsiders assumed it was for his two daughters' sake, but Mo Zhiwen suspected his affair with his mother also played a role. Zhao Chengping inquired in detail about Mo Zhiwen's performance since entering high school, offering encouragement and inviting him to visit more often. He mentioned that his two sisters also enjoyed playing with their brother. For the next two weeks, he was invited to the Zhao family home for meals several times, with Uncle Zhao explaining that he was being looked after by his mother. Nothing else was amiss, except that his relationship with Zhao Qingque was growing increasingly intimate. Chapter Eighteen: Another Affair. Days passed in this manner. Mo Zhiwen's life consisted of remotely controlling Wang Mingda's financial market activities, studying finance books in class, secretly watching Luo Lan promise to have sex, having an affair with Bai Lu, and going to the Zhao family's house to seduce two girls. In late December, Mo Zhiwen's mother, Yu Fengjiao, came to the county town again, this time to prepare for the New Year's Day entertainment party. Looking at the tidy room, Yu Fengjiao felt that her son had really grown up. "The house is so clean, it seems you've really grown up and can take care of yourself." "Of course, before it was because Mom was too capable, I couldn't show my self-care ability at all." Mo Zhiwen immediately flattered his mother after being praised. "What do you want to eat? I'll cook for you tonight." "Anything is fine, Mom's cooking is delicious." That night, Yu Fengjiao cooked a lot of dishes, and watching her son devour them, she smiled with satisfaction. "Xiaowen." "Hmm?" "I'm going to talk to your Uncle Zhao about rehearsals. Wash the dishes after you finish eating. If I'm late, you can wash them and go to bed." "Okay." Yu Fengjiao put on her coat and hurriedly left. Mo Zhiwen quickly finished his meal, washed the dishes, and went out as well. He stood outside the Zhao family's building, circling the building. Except for the living room, none of the windows had lights on. After looking around, he went up to the ground floor of the opposite apartment building and looked down at the Zhao family's living room from the rooftop. As expected, his mother Yu Fengjiao wasn't there, nor was Zhao Chengping. Only his younger sister Zhao Zhuhuan was lying on the dining table, seemingly doing her homework. He stood alone on the rooftop, wondering where they would be. Most likely, they would be in their usual spot. Looking from the apartment building's rooftop, the rehearsal room on the top floor was indeed lit. Mo Zhiwen went to the usual spot outside the rehearsal room and secretly peeked inside. The battle raged on. Uncle Zhao's strong, well-proportioned body moved at high speed, while Yu Fengjiao's fair and delicate body seemed to be coated with a layer of oil. Mo Zhiwen stood less than three meters away from the two of them, watching Uncle Zhao fiercely fuck his mother's tender hole. His movements were so frenzied that his mother's snow-white, naked body swayed back and forth and bounced up and down. Through the gap between his legs, it was clear that each thrust went straight to the bottom, that his thick penis was completely submerged in his mother's delicate, wet vagina, stretching his mother's pink and small hole to its limit, even making his mother's small anus between her buttocks bulge out. With each rapid, full-length withdrawal, he emptied his mother's swollen vagina, causing her tight, tender opening to clench and grip his thick penis. Just as her snow-white thighs relaxed slightly, he thrust his large penis in again, causing her pink buttocks to tremble uncontrollably. This repeated itself. He was a far cry from his usual refined and gentle demeanor. "Mmm…!~ Mmm~ So comfortable… Feng Jiao… your little pussy is so juicy!… Mmm~ It feels so good to fuck you!~ Mmm… Fuck!… You little slut… It feels so good to fuck you!~ Mmm~!~ The tender flesh inside your pussy is so soft…" His mother lay back on the blanket, her jade hands gripping the carpet, her snow-white legs spread wide in a split, allowing Uncle Zhao to thrust his thick, dark purple-yellow penis in and out of her tender, snow-white opening. At first, she tried her best to suppress her sobs, enduring the "uh-uh" sounds to keep from making any noise. But after a while, as Uncle Zhao's movements became more forceful, she could no longer hold back and began to moan with a mixture of pain and shame. "Ah...ah!~ No...ah...ah!...~ah...ah!...No!~ah...ah!...It hurts!...ah!..." Uncle Zhao thrust more and more smoothly, and in the blink of an eye, he had thrust hundreds of times in about ten minutes. From the gap between his crotch and his mother's thighs, one could see his mother's pair of plump, snowy breasts being fucked and constantly swaying, and between those breasts, one could barely see his mother's pretty face flushed red. Her nose was slightly sweaty, her large, beautiful eyes were already watery from being fucked, a few strands of hair clung to her lips, and her uncontrollable loud moans assaulted the ears. As Uncle Zhao's large penis rhythmically thrust into her tender vagina, Mom's rapid breathing was punctuated by heart-stirring moans, making Mo Zhiwen's heart race. "Ugh!!...Ahhh!~ God!...Ahhh...Ah!~ It hurts!!...Ahhh...Ah!...No!~Ah!!...Ah!~ So big!...I can't take it!...Ahhh! Ahhh!!..." Uncle Zhao, hearing the beautiful woman beneath him moaning from being fucked, grinned lewdly, seemingly even more pleased. He bent down, embraced Mom's pink and tender body, pressed her tightly beneath him, and began thrusting his hips even faster, completely focused on venting his desires. He began to fuck his mother again in the usual way, his breath coming in low gasps, "Mmm...so good...mmm...~!~mmm...such a tight pussy...~mmm..." For a full half hour, right there in the rehearsal room, he didn't change positions at all. His strong body was dripping with sweat as he pressed his mother down, spreading her long, snow-white legs wide apart. His cock, almost as thick as a man's wrist, thrust wildly in and out of his mother's pink, tight pussy. Watching Uncle Zhao frantically and roughly thrusting his cock into his mother's tender pussy, watching him press down on his mother's snow-white body, the movements of his body colliding seemed to be about to collapse the floor, Mo Zhiwen felt his heart pounding so hard he could hardly breathe. But somehow, his cock in his crotch involuntarily hardened! He couldn't see his mother's expression, but the obscene scene of intercourse right in front of him made his penis swell to the point of exploding. Mo Zhiwen clearly watched as Uncle Zhao's lower body thrust violently up and down. His thick penis and two testicles the size of duck eggs formed a terrifying inverted "品" shape. The penis plunged deep into his mother's tender, overflowing vaginal opening right before his eyes, the force almost squeezing the testicles inside. It made his mother's pink vaginal opening open and close, concave and convex, and the vaginal fluid was being pumped in more and more. Time passed by, minute by minute. The intense intercourse and the stuffy air gradually made his mother's snow-white body wet with sweat. From between Uncle Zhao's dark legs, one could see that his mother's snow-white inner thighs and buttocks were already incredibly wet. Mom's plump inner thighs were already slippery and wet, and Uncle Zhao took advantage of this slipperiness to thrust his thick, oily penis harder and harder into Mom's tight, pink vaginal opening. Juice splattered everywhere, making Mom's two pink labia soft and slippery with pleasure. Each thrust squeezed out streams of slippery vaginal fluid from Mom's already hot and wet vagina, the "plop plop" sounds of penetration making his scrotum and Mom's snow-white buttocks covered in the lewd fluid. Their genitals smacked together with the fluid as they collided, creating an exceptionally lewd scene. With each thrust of Uncle Zhao's penis, Mom's long, slender legs, spread wide apart, trembled uncontrollably, as if the soft, tender core of her vagina was ready to be plucked, instinctively aroused by the impact of the male genitalia. As Uncle Zhao's thick glans repeatedly rammed into Mom's tender vulva, her fair, plump buttocks, snow-white, rounded thighs, and slender, beautiful calves tensed in waves. Her delicate, fragrant little feet curled tightly, her pink soles swaying helplessly and seductively in mid-air. As Uncle Zhao relentlessly pounded her with his large penis, Mom was being fucked...Unable to control her loud moans, the initial shyness gradually faded from her frantic panting, leaving only her desperate, lewd cries of being brutally pounded and ravaged, "Ahhh!...No...Ahhh!!~ Fuck me to death...~Ahhh!~God!...Ahhh!!~Chengping!...~Ahhh!...~Ahhh!!~I'm going to die!...Ahhh!!...Don't go in so deep!!...Ahhh!!..." Uncle Zhao completely ignored his mother's cries, his muscles tense, tightly holding her snow-white, smooth body. Sweat-drenched thrusts of his penis pounded against her snow-white mons pubis, his thick member penetrating her wet, burning vaginal cavity, squeezing with a "plop!~plop!~" sound. Large gushes of vaginal fluid gushed out as he frantically scraped and thrust, his growls growing increasingly rapid. He was on the verge of losing control. "Mmm!!...Feng Jiao!~ My cock feels so good...Mmm!...You're not only beautiful~This little slut is so easy to fuck!~Mmm!~Mmm!~...Mmm mmm!...And so much fluid is flowing out~Mmm!~Feng Jiao...Watch me fuck you until you're writhed!...Mmm!~Fuck your tender cunt raw!...Mmm!...Fill you with my semen!...Mmm mmm!..." Then, Uncle Zhao let out a low growl, and right before his eyes, his torso convulsed. His large scrotum contracted uncontrollably, and his entire thick penis was completely inside his mother's pink vaginal opening, ejaculating deep within her delicate vagina! Uncle Zhao ejaculated for almost ten seconds, then closed his eyes triumphantly, lying on his mother's sweat-drenched, fair body, panting heavily with satisfaction. His gradually softening penis remained greedily inside his mother's wet and lustful vagina. Mo Zhiwen also released his seed, and as before, quietly left without the two noticing. On the rooftop of the building behind him, a pair of bright, beautiful eyes watched Mo Zhiwen come, watched him masturbate, and watched him leave. They didn't leave until Zhao Chengping and Yu Fengjiao came out. Mo Zhiwen rushed to Yu Fengjiao's house to go to bed. Having just witnessed a passionate battle and released himself, he was mentally exhausted and quickly fell asleep, unaware that his mother had returned home. When Yu Fengjiao returned home and found Mo Zhiwen asleep, she washed off the remaining semen and rested in another room.

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