Helpless young woman

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Helpless Young Woman

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Chapter 1 "Incestuous Humiliation"

The deafening sound could not drown out the intermittent moans. The woman's panting was like the wind in a stormy sea, clearly penetrating Jia Min's eardrums with high-pitched syllables. She could even intermittently hear the sound of "tsk! tsk!" water. Having been married for four years, she knew of course that it was the sound of lustful fluid when an object entered and exited her vagina. Her neck was stiff as a fossil, but she dared not turn around. Her eyes were fixed on the computer screen in front of her, her legs bent to the side and tightly clamped together, as if trying to wrap the involuntary heat and moisture in her body in her swollen labia.

It had been almost two months, but she still could not get used to this scene that never stopped. Every time, she would blush and react violently.

This was a fairly large club in the city. The owners, it was said, included the son of the city's Public Security Bureau chief and a division-level cadre from the Industry and Commerce Bureau, so the club was booming from the start, frequented by high-ranking officials and dignitaries. However, in Jia Min's eyes, their behavior paled in comparison to her colleagues at the factory during the day.

Jia Min, 26 years old this year, worked as an accountant at a printing factory during the day. Before getting married, she worked as a cashier at a state-owned enterprise in a neighboring county. At that time, her father-in-law was the factory director, and her husband was a manager. Although their salaries weren't high, life was peaceful and stable. Who knew that during her honeymoon, her former workplace was shut down due to poor performance, her father-in-law retired early, and the couple were laid off overnight. Jia Min quickly found a job in the first year, but her husband, lacking any skills, couldn't bring himself to "lower himself" and remained a "gold digger" for several years.

With Jiamin's salary and her father-in-law's retirement pension, the family could have lived a comfortable life if they had been frugal. However, if it weren't for her mother-in-law's sudden stroke and the resulting surge in medical expenses—although the government's medical and healthcare system covered most of it, the remaining amount immediately plunged them into financial hardship. She wouldn't have needed a second job, and her husband wouldn't have had to travel all the way to a large southern city to stay with his brother-in-law, learn car repair, and endure the pain of separation—almost a year had passed.

Two months ago, her mother-in-law developed pneumonia from a cold, further increasing the burden and prompting her retired father-in-law to actively seek work. Unfortunately, the shop where Jiamin worked at night closed down around that time. If she hadn't met her fellow villager, Tao Ma Xiaochun, at the supermarket that day, the story might have unfolded very differently!

The warm-hearted and straightforward Ma Xiaochun also has a sad past. Her husband and children live in the countryside, while she struggled alone in the big city for several years. She had an affair with a powerful man and now works as a "madam" at a "xxx club."

After hearing about her best friend's difficulties, Ma Xiaochun immediately introduced Jiamin and her father-in-law to her workplace. One became a karaoke hostess, and the other "served" in the restroom. The two women, forced by circumstances, had no choice but to reluctantly accept the job. However, her father-in-law, Wang Han, quickly grew to love the job—every day in the fragrant, air-conditioned restroom, all he had to do was bow, say a few flattering words, and hand over a hand towel. He easily pocketed tens or even hundreds of yuan in tips every day. He told his wife more than once:

"Jiamin! Even the toilet here is more comfortable than at home. If they need someone to keep watch at night, I'll sleep in the toilet!"

But Jiamin had unspoken grievances. To avoid suspicion, this club divided its girls and private rooms into three levels: Hall C was the standard level, where guests would sing and play drinking games. Any further requests? Sorry! You'd have to discuss it outside!

Hall B was a level higher, frequented by regular customers. So, besides real sex, touching breasts and probing vaginas was fine!

Hall A was the highest level, with private rooms having secret passages leading to luxurious suites at the back. If things got too heated in the front, they could relieve themselves nearby. It was specifically for entertaining "powerful men," and the girls were all carefully selected.

Jiamin was in charge of song selection. She couldn't follow the other girls' schedules and had to take turns. It was impossible to avoid those obscene scenes. Today, she was assigned to room B202. As soon as she entered, the customer ordered,

"Play Mandarin, Taiwanese, and English songs in rotation! Pick whatever you like! Just don't leave!"

Jiamin remembered this man well. He was in his forties and had a big belly. Everyone called him "Boss Hong." Last time, ignoring the advice of the "madam" and the manager, he stripped "Xiaowen," who was working as a hostess, naked. She sat on his lap, sucking his breasts and probing his vagina until "Xiaowen" was overflowing with lustful fluids and begging for mercy. Unexpectedly, he turned around and wiped his fat hand, which was covered in lustful fluids, on Jiamin's face, chuckling,

"Little girl! Is your vagina as wet as mine? Let me see."

Then he started to grope her.

Feeling suddenly humiliated, Jiamin burst into tears and ran out of the room. The incident immediately alerted her friend Ma Xiaochun and the manager on duty. Unfortunately, the other party was a major client of the shop and a friend of another manager, so in the end, Jiamin was compensated 300 yuan to settle the matter. What saddened Jiamin most was what her father-in-law said on the way home:

"Jiamin! In places like that, customers are there for fun. Touching and groping is inevitable. Even if they touch you, it won't hurt you. As long as it's not too outrageous, just bear with it! This job is hard-earned!"

That night, Jiamin cried all night, repeatedly thinking it over and over. Finally, she had to compromise with reality; "money"

was just too important to them now!

From then on, Jiamin tried to relax and pretend not to hear or see the lewd noises and obscene scenes. But for some reason, she had become incredibly sensitive instead of just tense. Every time she finished serving a private room in Hall B, Jiamin would have to go to the bathroom to change her underwear. Her lower body was always sticky and burning, and her face would turn bright red. Against her fair skin and shapely figure, she always attracted the attention of the customers. Every "madam" inside was asked the same question: "Hey! Madam! Can you ask the lady who plays the songs to come and sit at the counter for a bit?"

Ma Xiaochun once joked:

"Jiamin! If you're willing to work as a prostitute, I guarantee you can buy a house in less than a year and become a rich woman in three years!"

At the time, Jiamin just glared at her and didn't say anything.

The guests had been inside for over an hour, and a faint, pungent odor was beginning to waft through the smoke-filled private room. The four of them had ordered five women. "Boss Hong" was busy with two women, one on each side, while his old flame, "Xiao Wen," straddled his left thigh. Her high-slit cheongsam was already up to her waist; this girl was prepared, wearing no underwear. Her two snow-white thighs were tightly pressed against her sparsely haired pubic area. At this moment, "Boss Hong's" two fingers were deeply embedded in her vulva, probing and digging. "Xiao Wen," whether in pain or pleasure, kept twisting her hips and moaning softly, her arms wrapped around the man's neck, rubbing one of her exposed breasts against his face. "Boss Hong's" mouth, however, was busy chasing the nipple that kept bobbing against his face. His other hand wasn't idle either, reaching into the cheongsam of another woman reclining on him, named "Lily," grasping one breast and rubbing her nipple with his thumb until it was firm and erect.

The other three couples were also busy with their own things, but this time they were much more well-behaved, at least adhering to the rules: "Clothes must remain on the body, and men must not expose their genitals." At this moment, "Boss Hong" turned his head and took a breath, just in time to see Jia Min's two slender legs writhing restlessly in her tight skirt. He pushed "Xiao Wen" off him, stood up, walked to

Jia Min's side, bent down, and slapped her plump buttocks, whispering:

"Little girl! You're already wet before I've even touched you?"

Jia Min had finally managed to focus her attention on the melody of her favorite song, "Small Town Story," and was immersed in Teresa Teng's sweet voice. Startled by the slap, she replied irritably:

"Filthy! You're lying! I—I didn't!"

"Oh dear! We don't even know who's 'filthy' yet! I always 'shoot'—or—let's check who's 'filthy'!—Hey! Hey! What do you all say?"

"Boss Hong's" words immediately piqued everyone's interest, and they all crowded around, chattering and making a fuss. Jia Min blushed with embarrassment and stood up, wanting to run away.

"Wait!" "Boss Hong" pressed his large hand on her shoulder and said in a deep voice:

"You called me filthy, and I haven't proven my innocence yet. You're not allowed to leave! Watch!"

As he spoke, he pulled down his zipper, took out his dark, hard penis, and unexpectedly grabbed Jia Min's small hand, placing it on his shaft and rubbing the glans back and forth, while saying:

"How about it? I didn't 'dredge up', did I? Now it's my turn to check you!"

With that, he pushed Jia Min down onto the carpet, his hand quickly slipping inside her tight skirt, directly touching her crotch, kneading her through her stockings and panties.

Jia Min was stunned by this series of events. By the time she came to her senses, her defenses had already crumbled. Terrified, she immediately screamed loudly, her screams shrill and high-pitched, and she struggled desperately. This frightened everyone. Two people came over to pull "Boss Hong" away, advising,

"That's enough! That's enough! We're out having fun, don't cause trouble! Let her go!"

"No way! When have I, Hong Deguang, ever suffered such a loss? Unless—"

"Unless what?"

several people asked in unison. Even Jia Min stopped screaming and struggling, staring with her beautiful eyes, wanting to know what to say next.

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on him, Hong Deguang said with no small amount of pride,

"Hey! Don't say I'm bullying a woman. I'll give her two choices. First, drink this half-full bottle of Hennessy whiskey on the table as an apology. Or second, let me see if she's wet down there. Don't rush! I don't want her to suffer too much. I'll give her 100 yuan for every minute I look, and 1,000 yuan for ten minutes. How about it?"

As soon as he said this, everyone started offering suggestions, and this time they unanimously advised Jiamin to accept the second option.

Jiamin had already sat up and was leaning against the sofa, feeling utterly ashamed as she looked at the crowd. Seeing no other way to escape, she gritted her teeth and said resentfully,

"I'll drink!"

She snatched the bottle of liquor from the table and drank it straight from the bottle. The pungent liquid made her cough immediately, her throat feeling like it was on fire. Having never drunk alcohol before, Jiamin didn't have the courage to continue. But seeing the lustful eyes around her, she closed her eyes and gulped down several more mouthfuls. She felt as if a pot of hot water was boiling in her stomach, her whole body burning with an indescribable discomfort. She could only weakly put down the bottle and stammer,

"I—I really can't drink anymore!"

"How can that be! There's still half a bottle left! That's not enough!—How about this, let me see it. I won't take advantage of you; you've already had quite a bit. It'll be five hundred yuan! I'll add another five hundred for five minutes of viewing, how about that?"

"General Manager Hong" finished speaking casually, squatted down in front of Jia Min, put an arm around her shoulder, and glared at her with his eyes wide open .

"I—"

"Jia Min! Just say yes! It's not like you'll lose anything, and you'll even make a profit. I'd beg for this!"

At this moment, a lady named "Nana" couldn't help but speak up. The customer next to her immediately chimed in:

"Oh my! My dear lady! Who dares to look at you! Your toothless mouth is bigger than mine when it's open! How much money would it take to fill that?!—Oh! Oh!"

"You idiot! Say that again!"

The two of them bickered, which made everyone laugh and lighten the tense and unpleasant atmosphere in the private room. Jiamin felt her head growing heavier and heavier, her heart pounding. "Boss Hong's" gaze made her extremely uncomfortable. His face, just inches away, looked like a large, dark pot in the dim light, as if it wanted to devour her. She managed to say,

"You—only five minutes?"

"I swear on my honor!"

"You—you—don't touch me!"

"Fine! Since you're so worried, I'll do it properly! Here! This is my watch. You can time it. Xiao Wang! Get a towel and tie my hands up!"

"Boss Hong" magnanimously took off his gold watch and shoved it into Jiamin's hands without a word, while simultaneously tying his own hands behind his back for his companion to use a towel to bind them.

Seeing that things had come to this, and that he had done it so well, Jiamin had no choice but to slowly get up and sit on the sofa. She pressed her legs together, pulled up her tight skirt, and reached behind her back to slowly, inch by inch, pull down her pantyhose and briefs from her buttocks. Her face was flushed with embarrassment.

"Wait! This isn't fair!"

Jia Min opened her tightly closed eyes in surprise, only to see "Boss Hong" issuing orders.

"I've already agreed to all your conditions, but you're fucking being coy, your legs are clenched tighter than anything else. How the hell am I supposed to see your pussy? No! No! Xiao Wen! Li Li! You two, each on one side, spread her legs. Oh! And—who's going to get the flashlight?"

"I'll do it! I'll do it!"

The other three men rushed to speak.

"Oh no! No! No! No! They can't see!"

Jia Min cried out in fear at the menacing looks on the three men.

"Why not? We're witnesses!"

"No! No! No!—"

"Alright! Stop arguing!"

"Boss Hong" shouted impatiently.

"Hey! They're not wrong, there should be a witness, but—this 'free show' is indeed unfair. How about this, Xiao Wang! You three! Each of you take out five hundred yuan! Little girl! Now you have nothing to say, right?"

Jia Min was stunned by these numbers. Hearing this, she silently took off her pantyhose and underwear, closed her eyes,

spread her legs apart, and muttered to herself:

"Endure! Just five minutes! Five minutes for two thousand five! Just pretend I didn't see anything!"

Suddenly, Jia Min felt her legs being lifted up and placed on the sofa, spread wide apart into an M shape. She opened her eyes in panic and saw "Boss Hong" saying in a sinister tone:

"Little girl! You haven't checked the time or said start yet!"

Jia Min glanced at her watch in a panic: 11:53, then quickly closed her eyes again, her two small fists clenched tightly.

After several twists and turns, the mature woman's private parts were finally revealed naked: her thighs, as white and delicate as spring onions, resembled two jade pillars rising from the ground, tightly clamping her lush, moist, and slippery vulva. Sure enough, her long, dark pubic hair was wet and disheveled, clinging to her plump, purplish-brown labia majora, gleaming with a captivating luster, a stark contrast to the neat, vibrant grassland below her abdomen. A small, agate-red pearl shyly peeked out, half-revealed. Her wide-open legs caused a narrow crevice to appear in her vulva, and her tender pink labia minora twitched slightly with her breath. Perhaps due to nervousness, Jia Min involuntarily contracted her anus. As her chrysanthemum bud moved in and out, her labia minora opened and closed in sync, occasionally releasing strands of clear, sticky fluid, as if one could hear a "drip" sound.

At this moment, heavy breathing and the "whoosh" of swallowing saliva could be clearly heard from inside the private room, even amidst the deafening music. The four men, wanting a closer look, huddled together, their heads bumping against each other, oblivious to the noise. It was as if their eyes were magnifying glasses. "Boss Hong's" head was almost touching Jia Min's genitals, his breath sending pubic hair flying. Everyone lost track of time. Suddenly, the overlapping pressure on their backs caused "Boss Hong" to slam his head against the fleshy opening in front of him, pressing it tightly against her—

"Oh no! No! Please! Get up! I beg you—get up!—Waaah—"

Jia Min's whole body was stiff with tension. For the first time, she had exposed her private parts to a man other than her husband. The young woman was so ashamed that she dared not open her eyes. She secretly prayed that time would pass quickly. She dared not look at her watch, afraid of seeing such a shameful scene. The naive woman thought that when the time came, the guest would naturally call her. However, it seemed like an eternity had passed without any movement. Instead, hot breaths kept blowing on her vulva, causing waves of itching. It felt like insects were crawling and biting inside her vagina. Jia Min could clearly feel waves of lustful fluids uncontrollably overflowing from her uterus and spreading out of her vagina. Her long-dormant lust began to ferment. She bit her lower lip tightly, trying her best to suppress the urge to moan. Time had been thrown to the back of her mind. What mattered was how to overcome the challenge from within her body.

Then, a hot, soft mouth kissed her sweet lips, so tightly and deeply. Fine whiskers pricked her sensitive, protruding clitoris, instantly sending a jolt of electricity through Jia Min, causing her to scream. At the same time, a gush of vaginal fluid gushed from her. Her hands instinctively tried to push the man beneath her away (or press him down even tighter?), but "Xiao Wen" and "Lili," for reasons unknown, simultaneously pressed down on Jia Min's hands and feet. "Boss Hong" seized the opportunity, sucking and nibbling, his tongue probing and licking deep inside her vagina, making soft, sucking sounds. Soon, Jia Min's desperate struggles gradually subsided, until she intermittently twisted her plump buttocks, occasionally lifting her vulva, emitting soft moans. The other three men were in no better shape, each grabbing their partners, groping and fondling their breasts. Just as a lewd battle was about to unfold, the door to the private room opened—

"Hey! Hey! Gentlemen! Ladies! What are you doing? We don't allow this here—oh dear! Jiamin! Jiamin!"

After seeing off a group of guests, Ma Xiaochun hurriedly walked towards B202. She knew the guests in this room were particularly difficult to deal with, but they were also very important. Seeing that it was almost time, she ignored the "don't disturb" order and pushed the door open. She hadn't quite seen the situation yet, so she just smiled and said a few words. But when she saw her friend lying on the sofa in disarray, she was shocked and rushed over. At the same time,

she angrily asked the girls:

"What exactly happened? Explain yourself!"

After the girls gave their accounts, Ma Xiaochun stood up and walked up to "General Manager Hong," put her hands on her waist, and said calmly:

"Mr. Hong! You're a man of some standing, how dare you bully us poor women? Yes!

I know you and Kai are buddies, but Brother Tai also said that you know better than I who's in charge here. Tell me! How am I supposed to handle this today?"

"Hey! Hey! I'm sorry! Sister-in-law! I went a little too far today, you know—this is a 'drinking party'!—I drank too much! I drank too much!—Hey!—You—you—you won't tell Brother Tai, will you?"

"Mr. Hong" had no anger at all now, rubbing his hands and bowing repeatedly to Ma Xiaochun.

"Drink! You think you can just say you drank too much and pretend nothing happened? Mr. Hong! You're really not being fair! This is clearly you bullying us, you have to explain, explain, right? I still have to take care of these sisters! You won't make things difficult for me, will you?"

"Of course! Of course! Tell me! Tell me!"

"Hey! I'm being fair! Since you had an agreement, it was 'mutual consent.' First, let's look at the time: it's 12:28 now, so let's say ten minutes have passed! Now, from—Jiamin! Jiamin! What time do we start?"

Jiamin felt her head getting heavier and heavier, dizzy and nauseous, her body burning hot, and her lower body throbbing, sticky, and extremely uncomfortable. She managed a weak reply:

"11:50—"

"Okay! From 11:50 to 12:18, a total of 28 minutes, I'll give you a discount." "Let's say it's two thousand five! Don't be upset! You've already eaten my sister's pussy and drunk her juices! And I haven't even charged you for that! -- Oh! And the other gentlemen! You've had a good time watching, haven't you? One price! One thousand each! That'll settle this matter! How about it?"

Ma Xiaochun quickly handled the matter, and after seeing off the "General Manager Hong" and his group who left with livid faces, she returned to the private room. Jia Min was already fast asleep on the sofa. Shaking her head, she asked someone to bring Jia Min's purse, stuffed a large wad of cash and her underwear and pantyhose into it, and then asked someone to call Wang Han. The two of them helped Jia Min into a taxi. Standing outside the car window, she said to Wang Han:

"Uncle Han! I'm so sorry! I caused Jia Min trouble today! Please tell her for me: I've gotten everything back for her."

Wang Han sat in the taxi, his mind racing:

"What happened to Jiamin today? What did she do? What did she get back? What does it mean?"

A multitude of questions swirled in his mind. At that moment, his wife's soft, voluptuous body leaned against him, her left hand limply resting on his hip. Wang Han, barely in his fifties, immediately felt a surge of desire. He hadn't been with a woman for over a year. His life had been simple before, and he hadn't thought much about such things. But since starting work at the club, seeing those women in high-slit, low-cut cheongsams, revealing large expanses of their white breasts and tender thighs, always stirred a desire within him; the vitality of his youth seemed to have returned.

He glanced at the driver, then swayed his shoulders a few times. Seeing no reaction from his wife, he quietly reached out his right hand and began to caress her waist, rubbing it back and forth between her hips. His left hand enveloped her soft little hand, pressing it against his throbbing erection, massaging it lightly and heavily. The fire of desire within him ignited.

"Sir! Sir! We've arrived at Zhongshan Road!"

The driver's repeated calls startled Wang Han, who was lost in reverie. He awkwardly paid the fare, stumbled and helped his wife into the house. After placing his purse on the dining table, he picked her up in his arms. Looking at the two adjacent rooms, Wang Han hesitated for several minutes before finally pushing open the door to his son's room. He gently laid Jia Min on the bed, pulled a thin blanket over her, stared blankly for a while, sighed, and resolutely turned and walked out.

Wang Han vigorously stroked his swollen penis, letting the cold water from the showerhead pour over his head. His mind replayed the feeling of touching his wife's full, elastic body, and he quickened the pace of his strokes—

"

Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Jiamin! Jiamin!—Your little pussy is so tight—so soft!—It feels so good on Daddy—Oh—It's coming—It's coming! Ah—"

A thick stream of white semen spurted far, far away. Wang Han slumped against the bathroom wall.

After resting for a while, he listlessly dried himself, went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, sat down at the dining table in the living room, lit a cigarette, and fell into thought. With a "thud," he absentmindedly flicked the ash from his cigarette but knocked his purse off the table. "Huh? What's this?"

The purse, now open, spilled out a white and brownish mass. As Wang Han bent down to pick it up, a pile of money tumbled out with a "clatter."

"Wow! So much money! Where did Jia Min get so much money? — Could it be — wait? Isn't this a pair of briefs?"

The items immediately triggered a series of associations in Wang Han's mind. Suddenly, he dropped what he was holding and rushed into his son's room like a whirlwind.

Under the bright light, Jiamin slept peacefully, her cheeks flushed. Wang Han swallowed hard, yanked back the covers, and with trembling hands pushed up his wife's tight skirt, revealing her plump, fair thighs inch by inch. Wang Han's mouth went dry, his heart raced, and finally, her alluring vulva was revealed. The entrance to her paradise was still slightly damp, the tangled pubic hair dry and matted together, resembling a battlefield after intercourse. Wang Han slumped onto the bed, his eyes fixed on his wife's vulva, several thoughts racing through his mind:

"Jiamin has been fucked! She's selling her body! She's a prostitute! She's a prostitute!"

"Anyone can sleep with a prostitute! I can sleep with her too!"

"No! No! She's my wife, I can't betray my son!"

"What does it matter? Is there a difference between a prostitute and a client? Fuck her! Prostitutes are meant to be ridden!"

"No! No! Jiamin would never accept that!"

"Go away! Being a prostitute is like cheating on someone. Once it happens, there's a second, a third, and countless more times! Wang Han! Wang Han! You won't be able to handle it then!"

After a moment of stunned silence, Wang Han gritted his teeth, quickly stripped himself naked, and then stripped his wife bare like a lamb. Jia Min's proud body was laid bare before her father-in-law, her red alluring, her white dazzling, her black seductive. Her undulating curves and smooth, delicate skin stimulated Wang Han's penis, which had just ejaculated, to become hard and erect again. Lifting his wife's long, slender legs, he guided his swollen penis back and forth against her vulva a few times before slowly pushing the head of his penis inside. The tight, slippery, and warm sensation sent a shiver of pleasure through Wang Han. He could no longer restrain himself and began thrusting faster and faster, while his hands frantically played with her two firm breasts, biting and nibbling at her already hard nipples. His wife's alluring body made Wang Han as vigorous as a newlywed young man, thrusting and pounding with all his might! Tortured—

Jia Min, in her deep sleep, felt as if she were on a ship in a raging sea, constantly tossed and swayed, or as if she were making love with her husband on a swing. Sometimes it was so deep that it made her uterus ache slightly, and sometimes it was so far away. Her flower was starving, and waves of tingling pleasure constantly assaulted her long-dormant body. She began to let out intermittent moans and gasps, and her two smooth, jade-like arms wrapped around the man on top of her like snakes. She murmured in her sleep:

"Mmm~ mmm~ husband—deeper—oh—oh—mmm! mmm!—harder!—" "Fuck my cunt to death! -- Ah~ I'm going to die! -- Husband! Don't stop! -- Faster! Faster -- Hmm~ Hmm~ Coming! Coming! -- Oh~ Ah~ Ah~"

A series of continuous spasms, Jia Min forcefully pulled the man's buttocks with both hands, her cunt pressing tightly against the base of his penis, hot spurts of vaginal fluid gushing from her uterus, her long-dormant lust finally being released.

After the orgasm, Jia Min stretched her body comfortably, her mind slowly returning to normal.

Wang Han reveled in his daughter-in-law's beautiful body, thrusting left and right, watching his thick, dark penis pound into her wet, clitoral vagina, his heart pounding with excitement. Stimulated by her moans and the gushing of her vaginal fluids, he felt the tingling and numbness in his lower back and thighs intensify, his glans becoming incredibly sensitive. Knowing he was about to ejaculate, he mustered his remaining strength and thrust relentlessly, penetrating to the very root of her. This gave Jia Min, who was savoring the moment with her eyes closed, another wave of pleasure. At the same time, she opened her eyes—

"Ring! Ring! Ring!"

Just then, the bedside phone rang. Simultaneously, Wang Han ejaculated his "son" deep into his daughter-in-law's womb with a "plop," "plop," "plop." When Jia Min saw that it was her usually docile father-in-law riding on top of her, she was stunned, completely unable to react. Hearing the phone ring, she mechanically picked up the receiver.

"Hey! Jiamin! You're off work! Are you tired? I miss you so much! Is Daddy asleep? -- Hey!

Hey! Jiamin! Why aren't you saying anything? Hey! Can you hear me? Hey! --"

All reality flashed back to square one in an instant. She had been raped by her father-in-law. Although the afterglow of her orgasm lingered in her lower body, Jiamin felt a pang of heartache. She silently hung up the phone, letting streams of hot tears slide down her beautiful face. Perhaps, tomorrow she should have a proper talk with Ma Xiaochun. [ Last edited by tim118 on 2011-5-28 02:37 ]

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