A suitable prey for rape

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Walking down the street, Yang Zhe observed the people on the roadside, searching for prey, a suitable target for rape.
From eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls experiencing their first stirrings of love to sexy women in their forties, he scrutinized them carefully, paying attention to their every word and action. Yang Zhe didn't have the ability to tell at a glance whether someone was promiscuous or cheap, so he could only stare intently at a woman's entire body, inevitably drawing some eye-rolls and sarcastic remarks.
The word "loser" was the most frequently heard. Yang Zhe was incredibly confident today, but when almost everyone looked at him like he was a beggar, his composure began to crumble. Standing in front of a Versace store with its floor-to-ceiling windows, Yang Zhe suddenly realized he was still wearing those faded, cheap clothes from a street stall. No wonder those beautiful women looked at him with disdain; they probably thought he was some kind of delusional poor old man.
After a self-deprecating laugh at himself in the mirror, Yang Zhe stepped into the Versace boutique. When he came out, the tattered, faded carpet had been replaced by a new, high-end dress worth 20,000 yuan.
After changing into an expensive outfit, the mocking laughter around him subsided considerably, and those self-important young women stopped their sarcastic remarks. Yang Zhe couldn't help but sigh that clothes really do make the man, and that money was indeed a powerful thing.
Yang Zhe walked through the shopping mall and around the city center, watching all sorts of people pass by. He couldn't distinguish his prey; besides ugliness and beauty, he couldn't see anything else. He didn't have that kind of intuition.
Unbeknownst to him, night had fallen, and Yang Zhe entered a forest park outside the city. Having not eaten all day, he saw a restaurant ahead. As he approached the entrance, a couple hesitated to go in.
Yang Zhe vaguely heard the man say, "It's too expensive inside, let's go outside, it's just a short walk." The woman retorted angrily, "How much can it cost to eat here? Why are you so stingy? Are you really going to starve yourself for an hour just to save a few bucks?"
"I'll save if I can, it's not easy for me to earn money, can't you think about me?" The man was also a little angry, his words a bit harsh, but it was clear he only dared to say that. The woman
was obviously short-tempered, immediately saying, "Fine, I'll pay! You're a grown man, dawdling over a few bucks, you're disgusting!" She then ignored the man and walked straight into the restaurant. The man hurriedly chased after her, and Yang Zhe couldn't hear the rest of their conversation. Yang Zhe smiled, not mocking the man's stinginess, but remembering how he had been the same way before. It was all due to the pressures of life, there was no other way. After a moment's thought, he also entered the restaurant.
Upon entering the restaurant, Yang Zhe realized it was a Western restaurant, quite upscale in its decor. After finding a seat, he noticed the couple from earlier was to his left. The woman, dressed in a light blue fishtail dress, appeared to be around twenty-one or twenty-two years old, wearing black fishnet stockings and six- or seven-centimeter heels. She had regular features, an oval face, small lips, and her hair was loose. She wore heavy makeup, large hoop earrings, two rings on her fingers, and a bracelet on her wrist.
As he was observing the woman, a waiter approached Yang Zhe, handing him a menu and saying, "Sir, please order."
Yang Zhe glanced at the menu; the prices were indeed high. A steak cost around three hundred, drinks forty or fifty, and fries and salads were no less than one hundred. Yang Zhe said, "One sirloin steak, one pudding, one salad, and one order of fries."
"Okay, sir, enjoy your meal," the waiter said with a smile and left.
"Look at other people, they order so much for one person, and we only order these two for the two of us? Who's going to eat that much? It's embarrassing to be with you!" The woman scolded her boyfriend as she watched Yang Zhe order.
The man looked meek but was also quite proud, and whispered, "Keep it down, don't let anyone hear." The woman wouldn't let it go, continuing, "I already said I'm treating you. You're reluctant, but I am. I really don't understand what you're thinking. What can you do with this little bit of money?"
The man was speechless, and the woman continued to berate him. Yang Zhe overheard their conversation and made a plan.
Yang Zhe's food was served first. While eating, Yang Zhe listened to the couple's conversation and was pretty sure that the man, like himself, was a poor person with little ability, earning very little money each month. The woman was vain, wanting the best in food and clothing, but she didn't have much money either, so she blamed her boyfriend for being useless and incompetent.
Halfway through the meal, the woman exclaimed, "So what if someone gave me a bag? Are you jealous? Then buy me one!" The man looked around and saw everyone staring at him and his girlfriend. Not wanting to argue any further, he said, "It's nothing, let's eat first. We'll talk about it at home." The
woman wasn't having any of it, and sneered, "Go back for what? To sleep with you? You're broke and unambitious, yet you say I love money. So what if I love money? Do you have any money if I love you?"
The man also got angry, slamming down his chopsticks. "Zhao Jiaojiao, don't push your luck!" "Ha!" The woman sneered, threw down her bag, and walked out. The man was about to chase after her when a shop assistant stopped him and demanded payment.
Yang Zhe saw the man empty his pockets and only managed to pull out two hundred yuan. He thought to himself, "Tianzhu, I'll put a thousand yuan on the table too
!" and quickly followed after her. As soon as they left the restaurant, they saw a woman in a blue dress walking briskly towards the woods behind the park. "She's going to the back mountain?" Yang Zhe was overjoyed and quickly followed, thinking his chance had come.
Walking deeper into the back mountain, Zhao Jiaojiao continued forward. Feeling something was amiss, she muttered to herself, "Isn't there a toilet here? Did I go the wrong way?" She walked for a few more minutes, finally entering the mountains.
It was already ten o'clock at night. While there were still people strolling in the park, the back mountain was deserted. The dense forest behind the park gave it a chilling, eerie feel at night, and the faint chirping of insects and birds added to its eerie atmosphere.
Zhao Jiaojiao looked around; there wasn't a soul in sight. A cold draft swept over her, and the dense tree branches blocked out the sky. Zhao Jiaojiao shivered, and this shiver caused her to lose control of her bladder and urinate. Realizing she couldn't hold it in any longer, she simply pulled down her stockings and underwear, squatted down, and urinated.
Yang Zhe, seeing everything clearly from behind, couldn't help but laugh. Zhao Jiaojiao, hearing it clearly, turned around abruptly and asked, "Who?"
Knowing he couldn't hide any longer, especially now that they were alone in the middle of nowhere, and with that inexplicable system task urgently needing completion, Yang Zhe calmed himself and casually walked out, chuckling.
This cold laugh, coupled with the man's seemingly nonchalant demeanor, startled Zhao Jiaojiao so much that she didn't even bother to pull up her stockings before retreating hastily.
"Not even wearing pants, waiting for me... hahaha..." Yang Zhe laughed casually, putting his hands in his pockets and walking forward.
Zhao Jiaojiao finally saw the man's face clearly. She recognized him; it was the man from the Western restaurant earlier. The man wore an evil smile, his narrow eyes fixed on her, treating her like prey.
"Why aren't you saying anything? This isn't very interesting," Yang Zhe said, watching Zhao Jiaojiao closely, afraid she would escape, but he didn't show it. Yang Zhe acted very experiencedly, as if cornering a girl here was commonplace.
After a brief moment of shock, Zhao Jiaojiao realized she had been kidnapped. She pulled down her fishtail skirt and tried to lift her stockings with one hand.
"What are you going to do? I'll give you money, please don't hurt me, please!" Zhao Jiaojiao spoke very quickly, her voice already choked with sobs. Yang Zhe would probably burst into tears if he was scared any longer.
Seeing Zhao Jiaojiao trying to lift her stockings and underwear, Yang Zhe wasn't about to let her have her way. He ran to Zhao Jiaojiao in two strides, kicked her arm away, and stepped on her stomach, saying, "I don't want money."
"What are you going to do?" Zhao Jiaojiao was already crying.
Yang Zhe chuckled wickedly, stomping down hard. Zhao Jiaojiao arched her back in pain as the man's foot struck her abdomen, her hands reaching for her stomach. Yang Zhe seized the opportunity, crouching down to grab Zhao Jiaojiao's hands and pinning them to the ground above her head, then sitting on her stomach.
"Get off... you bastard... let me go... you idiot... get out..." Zhao Jiaojiao screamed and cursed in panic, her hands held tightly by the man's large hands, her body pressed down by his heavy frame. Zhao Jiaojiao had no chance to resist.
"Shut up, I haven't even touched you yet and you're already yelling your mother's ass. If you yell again, I'll beat you to death!" Cold sweat was already seeping from Yang Zhe's forehead, and in his panic, he blurted out a curse.
In fact, Yang Zhe had tried his best to hide his inexperience, but at this moment, he couldn't hide it anymore. After taking action, Yang Zhe felt as if several gun barrels were already pointed at his head. Talking about calm now would be a lie.
In the blink of an eye, Yang Zhe subdued Zhao Jiaojiao in just over a second. Yang Zhe didn't understand why he could unleash such power.
"Bastard...you beast..." Zhao Jiaojiao cursed angrily. Yang Zhe's mind was completely blank. Hearing Zhao Jiaojiao's incessant insults, Yang Zhe angrily released his grip on Zhao Jiaojiao's hand. "Slap slap slap slap slap slap..." "Fuck your mother, you bitch, you curse me, I'll beat you to death!" Yang Zhe pulled his hand away and slapped Zhao Jiaojiao's face repeatedly, cursing as he did so.
As soon as Zhao Jiaojiao was released, she was about to hit Yang Zhe when a rain of slaps fell on her pretty face. More than ten slaps didn't stop, and blood trickled from the corner of Zhao Jiaojiao's mouth. Yang Zhe continued to slap her.
After hitting her more than thirty times, Yang Zhe slapped Zhao Jiaojiao hard across the left cheek before stopping, panting as he said, "Shut up, or I'll hit you again."
Zhao Jiaojiao was stunned by the beating; she couldn't even beg for mercy. Her cheeks burned and were numb, her ears were bright red, and blood was trickling from the corner of her mouth. When Zhao Jiaojiao opened her eyes, she saw Yang Zhe's ferocious face, like a beast, and this beast was in its most violent phase.
"Help..." Zhao Jiaojiao cried out, only to be met with a resounding slap. Yang Zhe was giving her a full package, slapping her left and right without mercy on her already swollen face. After a dozen or so slaps, blood was seeping from her face.
"Stop hitting me... I won't scream... Please. Please stop hitting me..." Zhao Jiaojiao felt like her face wasn't even her own anymore, begging for mercy in unbearable pain.
Looking at Zhao Jiaojiao, tears streaming down her face, her cheeks almost bleeding, Yang Zhe felt a pang of pity and stopped.
Before Zhao Jiaojiao could react, Yang Zhe, his anger subsiding, calmed down and once again firmly locked Zhao Jiaojiao's hands.
This time, after subduing Zhao Jiaojiao, Yang Zhe didn't panic. He immediately leaned down and silenced her with a kiss. Before Zhao Jiaojiao could react, Yang Zhe's greasy tongue was already inside her mouth, completely intertwined with hers.
Zhao Jiaojiao's body stiffened, her pupils dilated, staring at Yang Zhe in disbelief. She never imagined that this well-dressed man with good taste would rape her.
Yang Zhe knew he was standing on a knife's edge, with no way to retreat. He pulled one hand out and pressed it tightly against Zhao Jiaojiao's throat.
"Don't fucking move!" A roar startled the struggling Zhao Jiaojiao, making her freeze in place. Seeing Zhao Jiaojiao stop flailing her hands, Yang Zhe, with one hand on her neck and the other on his belt, began to undo his own.
"No...no...please..." Zhao Jiaojiao cried, clinging to Yang Zhe's hand on her throat.
But how could Yang Zhe let her go? Success or failure could be decided in another attempt. After loosening his belt, Yang Zhe slapped Zhao Jiaojiao across the face. Before she could react, he grabbed her head and slammed it against the ground. "Ah…"
Zhao Jiaojiao screamed in agony. The ground was covered with leaves, so the impact wasn't actually that painful, but Zhao Jiaojiao felt this vicious criminal was trying to kill her, and she began to struggle desperately.
Yang Zhe was flustered. He thought he had subdued the woman, but he didn't know how she suddenly possessed such strength, managing to break free. "Don't kill me… I was wrong… Please spare me…" Seeing that she had pushed the man to the ground, Zhao Jiaojiao's first thought wasn't to run, but to back away while begging him to let her go.
In fact, Zhao Jiaojiao couldn't run at all, because her underwear was still hanging on her legs; if she ran, she would fall to the ground.
Yang Zhe stood up, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said in a low voice, "You filthy bitch." "I was wrong...please forgive me...I won't do it again...please..." Zhao Jiaojiao was terrified. News of rape and murder was all too common; she couldn't imagine how a person who had lost their mind could torture her.
Yang Zhe approached Zhao Jiaojiao, forcing himself to calm down. When he got close, he squatted down, looked at Zhao Jiaojiao's terrified eyes, and, suppressing his trembling hands, grabbed her chin.
"From now on, you'll do whatever I say, or I'll kill you." Zhao Jiaojiao trembled all over, her lips quivered, her eyes were unfocused, and her face was deathly pale. She couldn't utter a single word. "Did you hear me?" Yang Zhe shouted, staring at Zhao Jiaojiao.
Zhao Jiaojiao trembled and burst into tears, "I...I...I know..." Yang Zhe chuckled, staring wide-eyed at Zhao Jiaojiao, and whispered, "Show me your breasts." Yang Zhe could feel his voice trembling as he said this, but Zhao Jiaojiao didn't notice. She thought this was a lifeline, so she threw away her virginity without hesitation, frantically tearing off her skirt and underwear. Only then did she realize how large this beautiful woman's breasts were.
"Haha..."
Yang Zhe shouted excitedly. The thrill of coercion made him almost forget that he was committing rape, and he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of forcing someone into submission.
Understand that once a person unleashes their animalistic desires and releases their beastly self, there is no turning back.
He was no longer satisfied with merely raping this woman; he wanted to completely conquer her, turning her into his plaything.
A married woman, turned into a puppet of lust—there was nothing more wonderful in the world.
Once lust took control of his body, Yang Zhe's mind was devoid of his earlier plans and the composure he displayed at the beginning.
He stripped naked and stood before the dazed Zhao Jiaojiao. Zhao Jiaojiao's eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets, not out of shame at the man's unclothed body, but in shock at the enormous dragon between his legs.
If one had to describe it, it would only be as enormous as an African man's, as thick as a baby's arm, and estimated to be over twenty centimeters long, with a glans the size of an egg.
"Hehe, you're lucky today, it belongs only to you,"
Yang Zhe said, laughing as he looked at his genitals.
Zhao Jiaojiao heard Yang Zhe's mocking words and saw the madness in his eyes. She had lost all hope of escape; she had already imagined her fate. If she could, she only wished to live.
"Spread your legs,"
Yang Zhe said, intent on humiliating Zhao Jiaojiao, her hair disheveled and staring blankly at her toes as she hugged her legs.
Zhao Jiaojiao glanced up at Yang Zhe, said nothing, released her arms from her legs, and slowly parted them, revealing her vulva to Yang Zhe's eyes.
It was pitch black, her entire vulva covered in pubic hair. Yang Zhe had never seen a vulva like this before; it was so dark. He guessed "black fungus" was the perfect description for it.
Yang Zhe squatted down, reaching out his left hand to pull up Zhao Jiaojiao's labia majora. He saw that the flesh inside her vagina was also different; although not as black as the outer layer, it was still black.
"Damn, you...you're really dirty..." Yang Zhe said with disgust.
Seeing the disgust on Yang Zhe's face, Zhao Jiaojiao's heart raced. There were two possibilities: this man might kill her in a fit of rage, or he might let her go. But Zhao Jiaojiao felt she would be killed. "I'm sorry...I...I was born...dark-skinned..."
"Haha...born dark-skinned...haha...born dirty...your mother must have been having sex with other women while pregnant with you to give birth to such a slut."
Yang Zhe filled in the blanks in his mind, laughing loudly. When Zhao Jiaojiao heard her mother's name, she looked up at Yang Zhe, a flash of anger crossing her eyes, which quickly returned to its empty state. But Yang Zhe caught this moment. *Slap...*
Without any hesitation, Yang Zhe slapped Zhao Jiaojiao across the face.
"Isn't it? Say it, your mother is a slut."
Zhao Jiaojiao remained silent, covering her face, unsure what to do, tears streaming down her face.
"Say it, or I'll kill you." Yang Zhe grabbed Zhao Jiaojiao's long hair, threatening to slam her head against the ground.
"I'll talk...I'll talk...Don't kill me...Don't kill me..." Zhao Jiaojiao cried out, terrified by the day.
"My mother...is a...slut..." Feeling the hand gripping her hair slowly loosen, Zhao Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief, a feeling of relief welling up inside her.
Yang Zhe's glans was swollen and aching. He had been humiliating Zhao Jiaojiao for over an hour, and no one could stand having their penis constantly erect. The blood vessels on Yang Zhe's glans were almost bursting with blood, and the sperm in his testicles, which had been active for over an hour, were eager to ejaculate. Hearing a beautiful woman say such lewd things about her mother being a slut, how could Yang Zhe possibly control himself?
Yang Zhe pounced on Zhao Jiaojiao again, firmly holding her hands to prevent her from escaping. He tightened his grip on her delicate hands and said in a low voice, "Don't move, don't force me." Zhao Jiaojiao's
eyes were filled with tears, but she dared not cry out, lest she offend Yang Zhe. Her throat was choked with sobs, and she could only nod desperately. She felt the strength of his hands; she had no doubt that he could strangle her with one hand. After intimidating Zhao Jiaojiao, he freed one hand and began to explore her body, his hot, thick lips kissing her earlobe. Zhao Jiaojiao's hands were freed, but she dared not resist in the slightest. Tears streamed down her face. She regretted leaving her boyfriend alone in the restaurant.
Yang Zhe continued to tease Zhao Jiaojiao with sensual and stimulating advances. He was a professional in physiology, and when it came to arousing a girl's desire, he was undoubtedly skilled.
The novel technique combined with the captivating skill quickly made Zhao Jiaojiao feel her lower body soaked, but she tried her best to suppress the soft moans coming from deep within her throat.
Yang Zhe's left hand had already touched Zhao Jiaojiao's pubic hair. Zhao Jiaojiao's body trembled; she was finally about to be defiled, and tears that had already dried up rolled down her cheeks again.
Yang Zhe felt a surge of excitement. This beautiful woman was now his private pet tonight, a doll at his mercy. Finally, his large hand touched Zhao Jiaojiao's fertile field, the field flowing with lustful fluid.
"Ah..."
The prolonged teasing left Zhao Jiaojiao's body extremely empty. A large hand covering her pubic ointment quickly dissolved the last bit of reason in Zhao Jiaojiao. Although she felt disgusted, she had been threatened and scolded by Yang Zhe earlier, leaving her helpless and afraid. She longed for someone to rely on, and Yang Zhe's teasing seemed to offer her some comfort.
"All wet? You're really horny..."
The man's words pierced Zhao Jiaojiao's heart. Yes, she was being raped, and she was even leaking vaginal fluid, and... and even wetter than with her boyfriend... Zhao Jiaojiao remained silent, but her pretty face was filled with shame and embarrassment, flushed red. When Yang Zhe touched Zhao Jiaojiao's breasts, she even slightly raised her chest, allowing Yang Zhe to squeeze her breasts more forcefully. Even though it was all sinful, the burning desire was raging through Zhao Jiaojiao's body and mind.
Yang Zhe saw that Zhao Jiaojiao was already aroused, and her lower body was already overflowing with vaginal fluid. His penis was throbbing painfully. He lifted Zhao Jiaojiao's legs with both hands and thrust his hips forward to explore Zhao Jiaojiao's vaginal opening.
"Surrender to me," Yang Zhe said, licking from her neck all the way to Zhao Jiaojiao's ear.
Zhao Jiaojiao could feel the man's huge dragon at the entrance of her vagina, the hot breath blowing from the glans, making her vagina flow more fluid with each thrust.
"No...no..." Zhao Jiaojiao whispered, afraid to scream, lest the man use violence against her again.
The man breathed heavily, somewhat agitated, his words echoing in Zhao Jiaojiao's ears, "Give in with me...and I won't hurt you." These words were like a calming pill, yet also a poison, giving Zhao Jiaojiao a good reason to stop resisting the man and cast aside her moral constraints.
"You...this is...rape..." Zhao Jiaojiao said in a trembling voice.
"Haha...isn't rape good?" Yang Zhe said deliberately wildly, not wanting to give Zhao Jiaojiao any hope. Zhao Jiaojiao didn't speak again; she could no longer see the light, resistance was useless, it would only add to her sorrow. Thinking this, she closed her eyes, as if she had resigned herself to her fate.
Yang Zhe decided to immediately end Zhao Jiaojiao's fantasy. He aimed his glans at her opening and forcefully thrust his over twenty-centimeter-long penis inside. Zhao Jiaojiao had never experienced anything like this before and couldn't accommodate such a large penis. She screamed, "No...it hurts too much...be gentle..." Zhao Jiaojiao opened her eyes wide, pleading, "It really hurts too much...don't..."
"Only halfway in? Is your husband a small-breasted guy?" Every man wants a long and thick penis, and Yang Zhe was very proud of this.
"Um...don't move...wait a minute..." Zhao Jiaojiao grabbed the man's arms, her words pleading but more of a negotiation.
Yang Zhe didn't care about her pain; he was going to rape her again. Without thinking, he increased the force of his thrusts, pushing the remaining half of his penis inside.
"Ah...you bastard..." Zhao Jiaojiao screamed, cursing.
Yang Zhe snorted coldly, ignoring Zhao Jiaojiao's adjustment, and began his powerful and fierce conquest.
"Ah...ah...gently...that's...that's my uterus..." Zhao Jiaojiao had no restraint whatsoever as a victim of rape. From the moment Yang Zhe began his assault, she had been moaning loudly, her desire burning fiercely. She loathed the man's brutal treatment of her small body, yet this fierce approach was something she had never experienced before. People always feel a certain fondness for things they haven't experienced.
"Slow down...I can't take it anymore...you'll...play me to death...ah...my..." Zhao Jiaojiao cried out, her cries echoing through the empty woods.
Yang Zhe was somewhat bewildered. This was too dramatic! Was this rape? He was puzzled, but his body didn't stop; he continued to thrust forcefully into Zhao Jiaojiao's swollen, dark vagina.
"Ah...I really...ah...it hurts so much...my uterus is rotten..." "...Please...stop...ah...I'm having an orgasm..." "...Bastard...you're killing me..."
Zhao Jiaojiao kept babbling incoherently, and during the half hour of thrusting, Yang Zhe's lust intensified as he listened to her words, feeling like he was about to explode.
"Damn slut, give me a blowjob." Yang Zhe pulled out his huge cock, sat on Zhao Jiaojiao's chest, and shoved the head of his penis into her mouth.
Zhao Jiaojiao was moaning loudly. Although her lower body ached from the impact, the pleasure was even greater. Having never experienced such intense intercourse before, Zhao Jiaojiao couldn't suppress her inner desires.
After the penis entered her mouth, an uncontrollable tingling pleasure surged through her. Yang Zhe's body trembled with pleasure. Although Zhao Jiaojiao didn't do anything else but suck on Yang Zhe's penis, it was this feeling that gave him pleasure—the pleasure of possessing a woman's mouth.
He was even certain that this girl was definitely sucking a man's penis for the first time; he could tell from her eyes.
"Suck, suck the glans," Yang Zhe said, his breathing a little rapid.
"Your lips can be tighter... the swallowing and spitting motion can be a little wider... a little wider... yes... yes... like that..."
Yang Zhe instructed while moaning, his tone exceptionally gentle. Zhao Jiaojiao didn't understand why she followed Yang Zhe's instructions step by step. The strong smell of the male penis mixed with the smell of her own vaginal fluid, a scent like a powerful aphrodisiac stimulating her sense of smell, making her weak all over, her vagina overflowing with fluid. Unconsciously, she increased the intensity of her oral sex, making the surrounding flesh tightly wrap around Yang Zhe's penis, her tongue sweeping over Yang Zhe's glans.
Yang Zhe looked at Zhao Jiaojiao's face now, so lewd, her cheeks red and swollen, her tear-red eyes staring intently at his penis as he earnestly performed oral sex.
After being enveloped by Zhao Jiaojiao's mouth for a few minutes, Yang Zhe withdrew his penis and re-entered Zhao Jiaojiao's wet vagina. The momentary fullness of her vagina being penetrated by the huge object brought Zhao Jiaojiao to a small orgasm.
"Is it comfortable? You little slut," Yang Zhe looked at the beauty beneath him, feeling indescribable satisfaction. Such a beauty was now being played with at his will.
The strong scent of Zhao Jiaojiao's penis and her own lower body made her blush and speechless. She could only moan loudly, "Ah...slower...you've gone in...your uterus..."
The lewd words coming from Zhao Jiaojiao's mouth sounded even more lewd. Yang Zhe was intoxicated by Zhao Jiaojiao's moans and frantically thrust into her body. Yang Zhe increased the speed of his thrusts again, his penis rising and falling, each time leaving only the glans inside Zhao Jiaojiao's vagina, each time deeply penetrating the cervix. Cicici's lewd moans echoed around her vagina.
The pleasure grew stronger and stronger, and his penis became harder and harder. Yang Zhe felt that his penis was about to burst. He forgot everything and thrust his penis quickly and forcefully into Zhao Jiaojiao's vagina, venting his inner beastly desire.
"Oh. a..."
With a low growl, Yang Zhe thrust forward forcefully, and the glans entered Zhao Jiaojiao's uterus. The hot and tight hole gripped Yang Zhe's body, and the long-suppressed semen gushed from his lower abdomen, the urethral opening spraying out powerful streams of semen.
"Ah..." Zhao Jiaojiao experienced her most intense orgasm yet, her body trembling, her vaginal fluids spraying out.
"So hot...so hot semen..." Zhao Jiaojiao felt the burning heat of the semen, the temperature of which warmed her lower abdomen.
After Yang Zhe finished and waited for Zhao Jiaojiao's orgasm, he withdrew his penis. As soon as the glans withdrew from her vagina, a mixture of vaginal fluids and semen flowed out.
Zhao Jiaojiao looked up at the liquid flowing from her vaginal opening, smiled self-deprecatingly, and used her underwear hanging on her legs to wipe the liquid from her vaginal opening.
Yang Zhe got up, put on his clothes, patted the dirt off his body, took out two wads of RMB and threw them on the ground, saying, "Here, consider it compensation."
Zhao Jiaojiao didn't take them. Yang Zhe looked at his watch; it was already past one o'clock. He squatted down, picked up the money, and patted Zhao Jiaojiao's face. "Don't want it? Want to call the police?"
"No, I don't dare." Zhao Jiaojiao looked at Yang Zhe and shook her head. She wasn't dressed yet; she didn't dare.
"If you call the police, I'll kill you," Yang Zhe said, tossing the money to Zhao Jiaojiao before leaving.
[The End]

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