My wife and I are going against our neighbors – my wife's description

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It's been a long time since this happened, but whenever my husband and I think about it during sex, it still feels really exciting.

I remember it was two years ago. Back then, I heard there was a big discount in the city next door, so I decided to go check it out over the weekend. My husband couldn't resist and agreed. After a day of shopping, it got late, so we decided to find a hotel.

When we entered the room, we were immediately drawn to its decor. The entire room was predominantly pink, including the pink sheets on the bed, which really made me want to do *that* kind of thing.

My husband and I exchanged a glance, meaning we were going to have a blast. My husband told me to take a shower first, but before I was even finished, he rushed in, wanting to make love.

"What's the rush? We have plenty of time tonight. Can't you even wait a moment? You're filthy, hurry up and take a shower! Good husband, we'll make it in bed later!" I gently pushed him away and slipped out of the bathroom.

"You little devil, you're such a hassle!" my husband said helplessly.

I lay on the bed, bored, watching TV, when I heard a few hurried sounds: "Ah... um... ah... um..." I turned down the TV volume, trying to find the source of the sound.

"No way? Is the soundproofing here this bad?" I pressed my ear against the wall to listen carefully.

"Hurry up... hurry up... why are you so slow, you old geezer? My pussy is itching like crazy!" The woman next door was speaking very loudly.

My husband came out of the bathroom and saw me naked, leaning against the bed, my butt sticking out, my face pressed against the wall.

"You little slut, what's wrong? Can't wait? You don't have to tempt me like this, do you?" My husband pushed me onto the bed and pressed his body against mine.

"Honey, wait a minute, listen carefully, can you hear anything?" I pulled on his ear.

"What's that sound? I don't have time, I'm so busy right now, stop discouraging me! Hurry up and do it, I'm so uncomfortable!" My husband, ignoring everything else, started sucking on my breasts. "Honey, ah...honey, listen carefully!" I twisted his ear a little harder.

"Okay, okay, be gentle, I'm listening." My husband looked up and listened carefully.

After a while, my husband opened his eyes wide and said, "Oh, it sounds like they're having sex! It's the neighbors having sex!"

"You pervert, they're having sex and you're already thinking about it?" I felt my husband's penis getting hard too.

"Ah...ah...faster, faster, faster..." The sound from next door.

"Really? That woman's moaning so lewdly! And so loudly, isn't she afraid someone will hear?" I said deliberately, a little provocatively.

"What do you know? They call it 'fun,' it's meant to be heard by others, it's exciting!" My husband explained to me in a very professional manner.

"You think you know everything? You think you know everything?" I mocked.

"Ah...husband..." My husband knelt between my legs and started licking my vulva. "You're so naughty! You didn't even tell me before you started! It's so itchy down there! Hurry up, stop licking, just put it in! I want it!" I begged my husband.

"Don't be so impatient, you little slut! I'll lubricate your vulva; you, listen to the beautiful sounds from next door, feel it!" My husband's tongue slowly slid inside my vulva.

"Ah...ah...ah..." I lay on the bed, closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling as my husband did, and my womanly thoughts began to stir. The sounds from next door were quite beautiful, very ecstatic, but even during sex, they didn't make those sounds!

My husband slowly climbed onto me, straddling me, and whispered in my ear, "Do you want it? Do you want my cock to fuck you?" I nodded in acknowledgment. "Then I'll really put it in!" My husband lifted his buttocks slightly, slowly moving his cock to the entrance of my vagina, deliberately stopping at the entrance without going in.

My wet vagina, already stimulated by this, instinctively pushed against my husband. "Ah! So good!" Suddenly, my vagina felt filled, much more satisfied.

Seeing my blissful expression, my husband increased the speed of his thrusts. "Mmm...mmm...mmm...husband, faster! So good..." I tried my best to cooperate with my husband, my buttocks responding.

"Is it good, wife?" My husband suddenly stopped.

"Hey, why did you stop? Hurry up and do it!" I asked anxiously.

"Listen to how loudly the neighbors are moaning! What kind of attitude is this? Hey, you need to be more professional! This is sacred! How am I supposed to get aroused if you keep this up? I'm losing all interest." I knew my husband was saying this on purpose.

"Hurry up! This is how I am. If you're not excited, go find that woman next door." When my husband said other women were better than me, I got a little angry and felt uncomfortable. Was I really inferior to the woman next door?

Seeing that I was angry, my husband immediately started thrusting quickly again. "Wife, I was just saying! Of course, my wife is the best!" My husband kissed my cheek and said.

Actually, thinking about it, it's not like we're having sex in front of each other, what's the big deal? What's wrong with moaning a few times? We've been reforming and opening up for so many years, why be afraid of this?

"Honey, do you think my moans sound better, or hers?" Let's see how this lecherous man answers me!

"Oh..." My husband answered casually, just continuing his piston-like movements.

What kind of answer is that? Today I'm going all out, I'm going to go all out with the woman next door!

"Honey... hurry up! I need your thick cock down there!" I shouted at my husband on purpose.

"Ah..." My husband was stunned by my loud voice for a moment, then immediately sped up.

"Honey... hurry... use... your thick cock... fuck my cunt... I feel so good right now!" I thought, the neighbors should be able to hear this, right?

"Good wife, sexy wife, that's right! I love it when you do that!" My husband was excited to see me getting so horny down there.

For some reason, I couldn't hear the sounds from next door when I was moaning. Were they shocked by my moans? Hehe, I don't know why I felt secretly pleased, but I don't know why.

"Ah... ah... ah..." The woman next door started moaning again.

"Wife, did you hear that? She's started again! If I don't like it, my wife is useless! Wife, moan too!" My husband said provocatively.

"You're going so slowly, why am I moaning? I'll moan when I'm satisfied!" What I meant was: You haven't satisfied me, and you expect me to moan? No way!

"Wife, that's not right. I'm slowing down to take care of your feelings, afraid that if I thrust too hard, you won't be able to walk tomorrow, and it will break my heart!" My husband proudly declared that he was a capable man.

"Faster, faster... Even if I can't walk... it's okay... I like it! Fuck me!" I wanted sex to be impactful.

"Beep... beep... beep..." The phone in the room rang.

"Honey, the phone's ringing!" I wanted to know what it was.

"Don't worry about it, it's probably the hotel girls calling. Let's mind our own business. Come on, let's continue!" After saying that, my husband thrust hard into my pussy again.

"Ah... so good! Faster..." I didn't pay attention to the phone anymore.

"Beep... beep... beep..." Less than a minute later, the phone rang again.

"I'm furious! What's wrong with the hotel? Didn't they see there were two of us when we checked in? And they still dare to call!" My husband reached for the phone, but I said, "Honey, I'll take it. You sit down." I picked up the receiver from the bedside table.

"Ah...ah...we...we're here...no...Miss...thank you." My husband deliberately sped up the phone while I answered, making it difficult for me to speak properly.

There was no sound from the receiver, just a faint, heavy breathing.

"Ah...ah...faster...honey..." My husband felt my vagina start to twitch again, so he increased the frequency and depth of his thrusts.

"Ah...honey...so good...ah...honey...so good...ah..." I started to open my lips, gripping the sheets beside me, feeling the approach of orgasm. Wait a minute, why am I holding something in my hand? I turned my head and saw that the phone call hadn't ended yet! Didn't the person on the other end hear everything?

Instinctively, I put the phone to my ear, intending to hang up, but I heard a loud voice coming from the receiver: "Ah...ah...ah...you rascal, hurry...I can't take it...I can't take it...hurry...hurry..." Wasn't that the sound from next door?

"Why are you still on the phone? What are you doing?" My husband was a little angry when he saw that I had stopped yelling and was listening carefully to the phone.

"Honey, listen, it's the sound from next door!" I handed the receiver to my husband.

"No way? It really is the neighbor! That woman is moaning so lewdly!" My husband stopped and listened carefully.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah..." The sound from next door was so clear! So loud! It turned out my husband had put the phone on speakerphone, amazing!

"Wife, isn't this good? Let's do our own thing and listen to what others are saying!" My husband gave me a lewd grin.

Listening to the woman's moans next door, I felt an urge to climax. "Honey...faster, faster...I want to feel as good as that woman next door," I cried out.

My husband kept thrusting his penis inside me. "Faster...faster...honey, I'm going to climax! I'm going to climax!" I cried out, listening to the sounds from next door, feeling a strong spasm in my vagina, and I climaxed. My husband thrust hard a few times inside my throbbing vagina, and he climaxed too.

After our climaxes, my husband and I lay motionless on the bed, listening to the sounds of lovemaking next door. A few minutes later, they also climaxed, the woman screaming loudly, and then the other person hung up.

The next morning, my husband and I suddenly had a strange idea: to call the next room while we were making love, to try again. We dialed their room number, but the hotel service answered; they had checked out long ago. For a long time afterward, my husband and I would talk about this during sex, and every time we talked about it, we would climax immediately.

2. My husband and I were caught having sex outdoors (wife's description).

After our last encounter on the hotel window sill, my husband and I tried the same method a few more times. At first, we deliberately looked for hotels with one-way windows, but every time we asked the front desk, they looked at us strangely. Asking too many times made us feel embarrassed. Thinking about it, it makes sense; the hotel is open, why would they make trouble for themselves? Clear windows are much cheaper, why would they care about our feelings having sex by the window?

Later, we stopped caring about one-way windows and just looked for tall buildings nearby. However, after a few attempts, the passion gradually faded, and we could no longer find the feeling of the first time. Seeing my unhappiness, my husband tried all day to cheer me up, but it wasn't very effective.

One night, I was bored and watching downloaded videos, and one title caught my eye: "Outdoor Gang Rape and Enema." I stared wide-eyed at the video. The female protagonist was unwillingly surrounded by several men, repeatedly gang-raped, internally ejaculated on, facially ejaculated on, and anally penetrated. They also repeatedly used syringes to administer enemas. Throughout the ordeal, many passersby watched. After the men finished, they abandoned her on the spot. She looked helplessly at the people around her, her genitals still dripping with the men's semen.

The whole film made me incredibly aroused; several times I almost couldn't breathe. I touched my genitals; my labia were already parted by my own vaginal fluid. I slowly slid my fingers inside her vagina, and my whole body convulsed. I wondered what it would be like if I were that female protagonist, being fucked by so many men, being watched and violated by so many men.

"Wife, what are you doing? Are you horny again?" Lost in my fantasies, I was completely unaware that my husband had been standing next to me for quite some time.

"You naughty husband, what are you still looking at? Come and fuck me! My little pussy is so wet, I really want your big cock!" I stood up and took the initiative to unzip my husband's pants, and started sucking his penis.

"What's wrong with you today, you little slut? So proactive. Hurry up and show me your cunt, let your husband see." My husband said to me with a lewd smile, grabbing my hair with both hands and shoving his penis into my mouth.

I stood up, holding onto the chair with both hands, sticking my butt out and said, "Husband, look, is there a lot of juice in my cunt?"

"Slut, how can I see it when you stick it out like that? Spread your cunt open and let me see it clearly." After saying that, my husband slapped my butt hard.

"Oh! Husband, look." I grabbed my buttocks with both hands and spread them apart.

"You're getting slutter and slut, is your cunt really craving a man to fuck it?" My husband squatted behind me and carefully played with my cunt.

"Yes, I really want it, I want lots of men to fuck my cunt!" I imagined myself as the leading lady, being played with by others.

"Who wants a slut like you as a wife, wanting other men to fuck you? You're such a slut, shameless! Quickly say you're a whore, a slut needs men to fuck you." My husband stood up, his hard penis shoving into my cunt.

"Ah...so good...husband...I'm a whore...I'm a slut...I just want other men to fuck me...husband, hurry up!" The physical pleasure and my fantasies quickly made me feel the spasms inside my cunt.

"Slut, you came so quickly? I haven't fucked you enough yet!" My husband sped up, thrusting hard into the deepest part of my cunt.

"Husband, hurry up! This slut wants more..."

...

After we finished that day, my husband and I talked about it carefully, wondering why it felt so good. My husband also watched some videos and asked if I liked having sex outdoors and if I had a bit of a masochistic tendency. I admitted it.

The next evening, we tried it at a small local attraction, but it was just so-so. Maybe we were afraid of running into acquaintances, or maybe we'd been to the same place too many times and it wasn't new anymore. My husband and I discussed it and decided to go to an attraction in another city. Choosing a place became our biggest topic of conversation, and we finally decided on the place where my husband used to go on school trips as a child.

Finally, the weekend arrived, and we set off early in the morning. On the way, my husband and I kept discussing what kind of activities would be more exciting and what would feel better. My husband's answers were vague; I knew he was secretly planning something but deliberately not telling me.

At noon, we found a hotel nearby and checked in. In the afternoon, we spent the rest of the afternoon watching TV, bored. After dinner, we went back to the room to change. I wore a dark short dress, and my husband wore athletic shorts and a t-shirt, saying it would be easier for him to get his "tool" out that way. He even deliberately tried it out a few times in front of me, making me both laugh and cry.

Just as we were about to leave, my husband stopped me and told me to take off my underwear, saying I should go out without a bra, saying it would be more exciting and convenient. I went along with my husband and agreed. In the car, my husband would touch my vagina from time to time, making it all wet.

We soon arrived at the entrance of the scenic area, but unfortunately it was closed for the night, which immediately dampened my enthusiasm. My husband and I had no choice but to drive back to the hotel. I thought to myself, "I should have gone in the afternoon, why did we have to go at night?

" "Look, honey, what do you think of that?" my husband said, pointing to a garden parking lot by the roadside. Before I could even react, he drove the car into the parking lot.

We drove around it. The parking lot was roughly rectangular, surrounded by iron railings. Behind it was the scenic area, densely packed with trees, obscuring everything. The entrance and exit were both on one side of the main road, each requiring crossing a small bridge. The two exits were about ten meters apart, with a grassy flowerbed in the middle featuring two small artificial hills, each about two meters high, surrounded by some plants about a meter tall. The empty area around the entrance was filled with parking spaces and walkways; I roughly counted about forty spaces.

"Honey, do you think this is okay?" my husband asked impatiently.

"Isn't this a bad idea? It's too close to the main road, people will see us!" I started to feel nervous, but I was also quite looking forward to doing something here.

"Closer is better, it's more exciting! If someone sees us, so be it, isn't that what you want them to see us?"

My husband parked the car on a corner of the parking lot closest to the road. "Come on, let's go down and take a look." My husband happily ran out of the car and even ran over to open the car door for me.

"When did you become so gentlemanly?!" Men are like that, they get so excited when they're excited! I cursed inwardly.

I stood inside the iron railing and looked down at the main road. The sidewalk was less than ten meters away from where I was standing, very close. The only consolation was that the streetlights on the road were brightly lit, while the parking lot was dark, with no lights on except for two small streetlights at the entrance and exit. People standing on the road looking into the parking lot probably couldn't see anything, right?

My husband and I strolled hand-in-hand along the flowerbeds in the parking lot, like first lovers. But what happened next was definitely not something a couple in their first love would do.

"Honey, is this a good spot? They can't see in from the outside, but we can see everyone else clearly." My husband's lewd hand kept groping my butt.

"This place is okay, but it's too close to the road. Won't anyone come in to park?" I replied, feigning reluctance.

"Who would come in to park? The attractions are closed at this time. The people who come here are probably like us, here for some illicit sex! If someone does come, great, we'll see who's better." My husband gave me a look, meaning I shouldn't hesitate any longer.

After about two or three minutes, we returned to the car along the flowerbeds. My husband took out a vibrator and a dildo from the car, gesturing for me to hold onto the iron railing with my butt sticking out. He squatted behind me and lifted my skirt, exposing my entire buttocks.

"You slut, I haven't even started yet, and you're already this wet down there." My husband's fingers moved in and out of my pussy a few times. "I'm going to have some fun with you today, okay?"

"Mmm, husband, I'll do whatever you want today. You can do whatever you want with my pussy. You can play with my little slutty pussy as you please." I started to enjoy the stimulation.

"Beep...beep..." It was clearly the sound of a vibrator! But at this time, in this place, the sound was absolutely ear-piercing and made me feel ashamed. I looked towards the street in a panic, wondering if someone would happen to pass by and notice the commotion. "Ah..." I couldn't help but scream. If someone passed by at this moment, they would definitely hear my scream.

Before I could recover from the tension, my husband put the vibrator, which was covered with a condom, into my anus. The stimulating vibration made my relaxed anus tighten up a lot, and the little vibrator burrowed deeper inside me.

"Honey... I can't take it anymore... It's too stimulating... Take it out quickly... I'm so excited..." I tried my best to suppress the vibration and keep my voice down so that no one would notice.

"Slut, is your asshole enjoying it? Do you want your cunt to get a turn too?" My husband stood up, held the dildo up to my face a few times, and then "beep... beep..." turned it on next to my face.

"Honey, turn this off quickly!" I nervously tried to snatch the dildo from my husband's hand. Because this dildo had an LED light, and at this moment, with the vibration and the flashing light, "This thing is too bright, people will see it."

Before I could reach out, my husband shoved the dildo into my cunt. "Ah... ah..." I couldn't help but scream.

"Is my little slut enjoying it? Both of your holes are being fucked by this thing, doesn't it feel like someone is gang-raping you?" My husband whispered in my ear while he moved the dildo in and out of my cunt. "Honey, this is too exciting... I can't take it anymore..." My whole body started trembling.

Just then, the sound of a motorcycle came from afar. I frantically said to my husband, "Honey, a car is coming! Let's go to the car!" I tried to turn and run to the car, but my husband held me with one arm and increased the speed of his dildo's thrusting with the other.

"Mmm... mmm... mmm..." As the sound of the motorcycle grew louder and closer, my breathing became heavier. I stared wide-eyed at the motorcycle that was about to appear on the road, feeling both nervous and excited. "Ah..." When the motorcycle came into view, I felt my vagina twitch; I had an orgasm.

The motorcycle whizzed past me, and I felt a sense of relief, but also a little disappointed. At that moment, I realized how lewd I was, how much I craved strangers to see me and discover what I was doing.

"Did you have an orgasm, wife?" My husband saw that I had calmed down a lot, so he pulled out the dildo and took the vibrating egg out of my anus.

"Climax my ass! I'm so nervous, and you're still getting so excited when someone comes over, you're so naughty." I twisted my husband hard.

"Is this exciting, wife? Want to do it again?" My husband said with a lewd grin, and I nodded.

"Sure, but you have to take your clothes off." Before he finished speaking, my husband started forcibly taking off my clothes. Dresses are so convenient; he just pushed the two shoulder straps aside, and the whole dress slid off my body.

"Ah! This isn't right, we're outside!" I tried to pull up the dress that was on my instep, but before I could bend down, my husband was already squatting in front of me, grabbing my calf and lifting it up, taking the dress from my feet.

"Hey, how can you be so naughty? You're leaving your wife naked outside, how can you be so naughty?" I chased after him, trying to snatch the dress back.

My husband tossed the toys and my clothes into the car, locked the door, and then said to me lecherously, "Didn't you promise to go with me? Are you going to go back on your word now?"

"Really, no one will see?" I nervously looked around again, but the result was the same—it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything. Even if someone was peeking, could I see them? 'Fine, even if someone is, I can't worry about it anymore. I'll just do as my husband says,' I thought to myself.

My husband still made me hold onto the railing, sticking my butt out, but this time the feeling was completely different from before, because this time I had nothing to cover myself with; I was standing naked in the parking lot. As the stimulation and shame increased, my vaginal fluid began to flow out, running down my inner thighs.

"Oh, ah! Your slutty cunt is overflowing with fluid. How can you be so lewd?" My husband spread my buttocks and carefully looked at the fluid flowing from my cunt.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman wet before? You country bumpkin, you've never seen the world. Go home. Hurry up and lick it!" I deliberately moved my buttocks closer to my husband's face, his tongue sucking my juices inside my vagina, making me crave something to fill me up.

"Come on, let's go for a walk, how about it?" My husband stood up and pulled me towards the parking lot exit. "No! I'm not wearing any clothes! People will see." Although I said I disagreed, I still let my husband pull me towards the exit.

The closer we got to the exit, the brighter the light became, and the tension and excitement in my heart grew stronger. "How about it, the lighting here is nice, isn't it? The beautiful woman has a nice figure!" My husband grabbed my breasts hard.

I instinctively blocked my husband's hand: "Honey, let's go to the car! It's too bright here, really too bright, people will really see." I covered my breasts with both hands and nervously looked at the road to see if anyone was there.

"Why are you going back, you slut? Isn't this exciting? Your cunt is so wet, you're such a fucking bitch pretending to be innocent, and the customer pretending to be civilized. Come on, let's get ready here, let others watch if they want." My husband forcefully pulled me to the middle of the bridge, then stood behind me, grabbed my hands, and entered me from behind, his penis thrusting deep into my cunt.

"Ah...husband...it's so exciting...this is so exciting!" I didn't care about my surroundings anymore, I just felt so excited and thrilled, maybe this was what I craved!

"Husband...husband...this is so exciting...I feel so good...husband, faster...this little slut's cunt is so happy!" I tried my best to match my husband's thrusting movements, pressing my buttocks against him, hoping his penis would go in a little deeper.

"Aren't you afraid people will see? Why don't we do it inside? It's too dangerous here, it's not safe!" My husband deliberately slowed down.

"Hurry up...husband, don't stop...I want it...I want to be watched...I want to be spied on! If someone really wants to watch, let them watch...you slut...you slut likes being watched!" I never thought I'd become so lewd, wanting to have sex without a care in the world, even with the risk of being seen.

"Do you really like being watched? Do you know that guy on the motorcycle is back already, hiding somewhere here, secretly watching us!" My husband pointed to a motorcycle parked not far from the roadside.

I looked in the direction he pointed and sure enough, I saw a car parked there. I didn't know if it was the same car from before; I forgot.

"I didn't lie to you, did I? I deliberately brought you here to do it. I wanted that spied person to see clearly, and to remember your face, to see your slutty face." My husband said as he thrust harder.

"No...no...husband, let's go back...I'm scared...I'm scared..." Though I said I hated it, I was secretly delighted. I thought of the actress in porn being gang-raped with many people watching. My whole being, my whole heart, was completely immersed in the lewd sex. It seems I really like this!

"You slut, look there! Look there! Someone's watching you! Watching you, you slut, having sex, getting fucked!" My husband told me to look deeper into the parking lot.

Although I couldn't see anything, it was all dark, and I could only vaguely see the trees moving, I preferred to believe my husband was telling the truth because I liked it, it was exciting, this feeling was really exciting.

"You slut, tell me, tell that wild man to rape you!" My husband grabbed my hair with one hand and pointed in the direction of the so-called wild man with the other.

"Come here, you wild man! Come and rape me! Fuck my cunt! Come here, you wild man! Come and rape me! Fuck my cunt! Come here, you wild man! Come and rape me! Fuck my cunt..." I kept repeating this phrase, I started to go crazy, I became reckless.

At this moment, I heard the sound of a car engine in the distance, "Slut, a car is coming, a car is really coming, shall we do this for them to see?" My husband pulled my hair back hard, and pressed my waist with his other hand, making my waist sink as much as possible. In this way, my breasts were exposed firmly towards the road, and not only my breasts, but also my face and my appearance were clearly exposed to the sight of people passing by.

"Do it here, I want everyone to see how lewd I am. Hurry, honey!" I watched the car slowly approach from afar, feeling my vagina tightening more and more. I knew I was about to climax. My reason told me not to, but at this moment, reason felt so small and powerless. Everything was just waiting for that climax to arrive.

"Slut, the car is coming, it's really coming, they're going to rape you." My husband was still humiliating me behind me. But at this moment, I couldn't hear anything. My eyes were fixed on the car getting closer and closer, and I only felt a strong spasm in my vagina.

"Ah..." At the same time as the climax, the car sped past me. Then I felt my husband's penis trembling rapidly inside me. I knew my husband had ejaculated inside me.

I slumped to the ground, powerless, my husband's semen slowly flowing out of my vagina. "Hey, don't rest anymore, hurry up and go! Are you really waiting for them to come back and rape you?" My husband pulled me into the car.

We drove quickly out of the parking lot, and on the way back in the direction the car had gone, we saw that the car coming from the opposite direction was the same one. My husband was right; the car had indeed returned. If we had stayed there, who knows what might have happened.

The next day, after checking out, we went back to check again. During the day, we could see clearly into the parking lot from the street. We also walked around the parking lot and found many tissues on the ground, indicating that many people still come here.

On the way home, my husband and I discussed whether he had really seen that strange man. My husband replied that he saw the man enter from the entrance, but then he hid somewhere and peeked at us. I asked him how he knew the car would come back. He said the motorcycles had all returned, let alone the car.

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