Forced to sink into depravity

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-25 08:16:15

Published on April 25, 2016, first published on sexinsex:

"Let, let me go...no, please don't do this..."

In my hazy state, I seemed to hear a woman's suppressed pleas for mercy. I could feel the bed suddenly sink, as if a body was being pressed down on it. A fragrant scent filled the air.

"What are you doing, what are you going to do...you promised you'd let me go!" The woman's voice seemed familiar, and there was some fear in her words.

Besides the woman's voice, there seemed to be a man's deep voice.

"Hehe, aren't you afraid of waking him up?"

After the man's voice, there was a brief silence, and the bed became quieter.

Not long after, I heard the woman's soft sobs beside me.

"You promised me that last time was the last time... You just said that if I used my mouth to make you come, you would let me go today... I've never done anything like this before, not even with my husband... I've done such filthy things, why aren't you satisfied? What do you want from me to let me go? Do you want me to die before you're satisfied...?" The woman's voice was soft and pleasant, slightly breathless and intermittent.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I bear to let you die... Weren't we having a great time just now? The way you kissed my penis was like kissing the lips of your first love. You used your tongue to scrape the groove at the tip, tracing the veins and smoothing it over and over again. Oh, I'll never forget that image... I'm already imagining what it will feel like to fuck you... Come on, take off your shirt too." "It's over between us. I won't do it anymore. I don't want to continue..." "Pfft..." The sound of clothes tearing.

The woman gasped in suppressed surprise, and the bed shook again.

"So fragrant. Such an innocent face, yet with such large, full breasts, it's truly captivating." "Ugh, ugh, stop it! Give me back my underwear, please stop looking... please, not here... ah..." A sucking sound interrupted the woman's words, as if someone was sucking on something.

"Your breasts are already hard, yet you're still so stubborn. In this stimulating environment, your body's reactions are very honest..." "No, no..." The bed shook more violently.

"Oh, I love your lewd expression. That pitiful, pleading look, you really want it, don't you... Just two weeks without you, and you've become so horny, huh? Hehe. When you were licking me just now, you shook your head and said no, but you were actually craving that hard cock, wasn't I right? Beneath that innocent exterior lies an unusually sensitive body... Always having to pretend to be a dignified and virtuous wife in front of your husband, maintaining your pure and innocent image in front of your colleagues day after day, you must be tired of that life already, aren't you?" …These breasts are so white and big, truly exquisite. Your nipples are so small, he probably doesn't suck them often. If I were your husband, I'd suck you until you're flying every day, wouldn't that be great? Ah? So fragrant…” “Keep your voice down…” “Your husband is so proud of you at work. Every time he talks about you, his smug expression makes us all incredibly jealous. He would never imagine that his perfect wife is now lying naked in front of me. Look how swollen I am…” “Ah! Didn't I just help you come? Why are you…” “Hehe, it's been so long since I've done it to you, once isn't enough…” “Stop

, ah! You, what are you doing… no, no…” “Alright, stop pretending, I'm about to make you feel like you're in heaven…” “Let go of me! If you touch me again, I'll die right now!” There was a hint of determination in the woman's voice.

The room was silent for a few minutes.

"What are you talking about?" The man's voice was clearly angry. "Your nipples are so hard, look at how wet you are down there, the sheets are soaked. You're putting on this act, and now you're playing games with me? Huh? Fine! If you really want to die, I'll grant your wish! After I kill you, I'll let your husband and your family see you like this, huh? Is this what you wanted, huh?" "Don't be angry, sigh, no, I, I, in this situation, I, I really can't do it... If people find out I did something like this, I won't have the face to live anymore..." The woman started crying again halfway through her sentence, her voice filled with struggle and helplessness. A woman's kind and gentle nature always inadvertently reveals itself.

"It's okay, don't worry. As long as you're a good girl and be my woman, I won't let anyone find out... It's inevitable that you'll feel a little uncomfortable the first time in this kind of environment. You'll know how good it is after a few more times. Last time at the hotel, didn't you say no at first? But do you remember how many times you came? My pants were completely soaked! I've been with so many women, but you're the most amazing woman I've ever seen. You're the most shameless and the most lewd... Come on, spread your legs..." "I'm sorry, I... I really can't..." "Is that so... How about this..."

"Why are you blindfolding me..."

"Hehe, how does it feel to have your eyes covered... When a woman loses her sight, her other senses become more sensitive, and subtle sensations are amplified infinitely, isn't that amazing... Since you can't see what's around you, it's not as shameful as before, is it..." The man's voice was deep and gentle, full of allure. "Just think of it as being raped by me... This isn't your fault, being raped by another man isn't something to be ashamed of in your husband's eyes. If you have to blame someone, blame your husband for not being able to protect you..." "I'll go to hell..." "If anyone's going to hell, it'll be me. Now, I'll send you to heaven first..." *Pfft!*

"Oh..." The man let out a satisfied sound.

The woman's breath suddenly caught in her throat, as if something hard had pierced her body, and an extremely suppressed sound came from her throat, swirling in the room.

I tried desperately to turn my head to see what was happening, but my body felt like it didn't belong to me, completely out of my control.

"You're squeezing me so tight, it must be very stimulating for you in this situation..." "It's so full..." The bed stopped shaking violently, and instead began to rise and fall rhythmically.

"Spread your legs a little wider, otherwise how can I penetrate deeper?"

"Be gentle..."

Stimulated by the strange voice, I felt short of breath. I desperately tried to turn over to see what was happening, and as time passed, I noticed changes in my body.

My mind was clear, but my body remained fast asleep. I felt one part of my body becoming heavier and heavier, while another part became lighter and lighter. I realized that although I hadn't opened my eyes, the events in the room were becoming clearer and clearer in my mind.

The bedroom curtains were tightly closed, and the warm orange light created a cozy atmosphere. The layout of the bedroom was so familiar: the dressing table, the bedside table, the wardrobe—everything appeared one by one.

There were clothes scattered on the floor: a man's belt and trousers, and a woman's long skirt and stockings.

The large bed with purple sheets under the wedding photo gradually became clearer. On one side of the bed was my side-lying body. I didn't pay much attention to why I could see myself. My attention was completely drawn to what was happening on the other side of the bed.

A white bra was tossed aside.

A brown-skinned man lay on top of a fair-skinned woman, his body rising and falling with each thrust. The man was strong and tall, his back muscles bulging, and his thighs and buttocks sharply defined.

Two white, lotus-root-like arms appeared on his back. With each powerful movement, pink-painted nails occasionally scratched faint, bloody marks into his back.

Two slender female legs appeared on either side of the man's waist. A white pair of women's panties hung from the ankle of the woman's right leg, tracing a beautiful and sensual arc in the air with each sway

of her body. The two bodies moved with powerful rhythm. One thrust, one attack, one defense.

The man greedily sucked on the woman's lips.

"I can't breathe..."

the woman's voice came from the headboard.

The man chuckled, burying his head in the woman's chest again, making sucking sounds.

The woman's legs stopped swaying and began to wrap around the man's waist, rubbing tightly against his buttocks and thighs, the taut lines revealing their owner's current sensations. Her

body was being penetrated by a hard object, her nipples being sucked and licked by warm lips. The sensation must have been incredibly stimulating.

"Stop, stop... um..."

the woman's voice at this moment made one's blood boil...

The man did not show the woman's wish for tenderness, but instead conquered her even more forcefully. The woman's voice grew increasingly seductive, heavy breathing mixed with unconscious moans escaping from her nose and between her teeth.

Soon, my vision cleared, and the movements of the two bodies became clearer. I tried desperately to make out their faces.

The two on the bed seemed to hear my thoughts. The man slowly straightened up, revealing the delicate body beneath him, its snow-white flesh almost blinding. He hoisted the woman's right leg onto his shoulder, spreading her left leg apart, exposing the point where their bodies were joined.

The man withdrew his penis almost completely.

So thick!

The man adjusted the rhythm of his thrusts, sometimes gentle, sometimes forcefully pushing it in.

"Ah…"

This kind of violation made it even harder for the woman to control her cries. She immediately covered her mouth with both hands.

Her breasts were large and full, white and smooth. Small, bright red nipples were glistening with fluid.

The man held the woman's left leg with one hand, preventing her legs from closing, while his other hand began to knead her breasts, a lewd and satisfied expression on his face.

With each powerful thrust, the muscles in his back bulged. His body was like a tireless perpetual motion machine, fierce and relentless.

A small bulge appeared on the woman's lower abdomen from the pressure of his penis, sliding up and down with each thrust. A

large flush spread across the woman's smooth neck, her upper body arching rhythmically.

On one hand, the woman desperately tried to suppress her cries, her lower body unconsciously clenching tightly around the man; on the other hand, the tight passage was amplified by the man's thrusts, producing even more intense pleasure. Caught in this dilemma, the woman's reason was about to crumble.

I felt a little short of breath, and the surrounding scenery began to blur and sway. If I was in my bedroom at home right now, who were these two people? Why were they doing this in my bedroom?

I didn't have time to think about these questions; I desperately tried to see everything around me clearly.

Perhaps it was my overly fixated thoughts, but my vision finally stabilized, and the scene gradually became clear again.

"Did I do it to you? Huh?"

"..."

"After so many times, you're still as shy as a virgin."

"..."

"Your expression is so captivating. No matter how many times I do it to you, it's never enough. You're so tight down there..." "You, you stop talking, you, keep your voice down... don't wake him up..." The woman pounded on the man's chest, but was grabbed by the man and guided to their point of contact. Realizing what was happening, the woman cried out and immediately pulled her hand back, covering her face tightly.

The man chuckled, removing the woman's hand from her face, greedily admiring her expression.

The woman's eyes were blindfolded by a black cloth, creating a stark contrast with her fair skin. The woman was very beautiful; her beautiful face felt very familiar, but I couldn't remember who she was.

The beautiful woman had a fresh and pure appearance, but now it was flushed. Her clean eyebrows were tightly furrowed, as if she was enduring some intense sensation. Her white teeth occasionally clenched at the corners of her mouth, restraining herself from making a sound.

"Okay, then tell me, tell me, did I make you feel good?"

"I won't tell!"

"Tell me now, or I won't go home today, I'll fuck you all night!" "You..." "Say I made you feel good!" "I..." The woman's voice was barely audible.

"Say it clearly!" The man thrust again.

"...You made me feel...ah...I felt good..."

Just those simple words were enough to make the woman's face flush crimson, and she immediately covered her face tightly with her hands.

"Hehe, women with a strong sense of shame are often very sensitive, right?" The man deliberately thrust hard while the woman was speaking, and a groan escaped her throat uncontrollably. This sound made the man's erection even harder, and it also made my heart skip a beat; that soul-stirring sound was one I had never heard before.

"Say you like being fucked like this!" The man pried the woman's hands off her face, grabbing them and pressing them against her breasts. Her large breasts couldn't be concealed by her slender hands, and her pink nipples peeked out from between her equally pink fingers.

"I like... being fucked like this."

The woman seemed to realize that after saying the first sentence, the second wasn't so difficult.

"Say my cock is bigger than your husband's."

"Your cock is bigger than my husband's."

"Say I'll orgasm quickly if you fuck me like this."

"I'll orgasm quickly if you fuck me like this..."

...

The power of verbal suggestion is truly strong. Repeatedly suggested with the same language, the woman's stance quickly crumbles. And for a woman being forcefully raped by a strong man, there's not much power to resist.

"So wet already? What a slutty woman..." The man kept saying lewd things.

I looked at their point of contact.

A large amount of fluid flowed from the woman's vagina, staining the sheets beneath her with a large wet patch.

The woman's body trembled, as if her soul had been ripped away. Her hands went limp and fell to her sides, while her legs were now taut and straight, her insteps and calves forming a straight line.

"Hehe, you came so quickly. Being fucked next to your husband really makes your body extra sensitive. The orgasm came so fast and hard... Oh... are you going to break me...?" Next to her husband?

I was shocked. Could it be... that woman being fucked by another man next to me, experiencing ecstasy and multiple orgasms, was my wife—Tang Yurou?!

The leading lady in this lewd drama of a beautiful married woman was actually my wife? This scene, more stimulating than the most vulgar pornographic films, was happening in my wife's and my newlywed bedroom, on the very bed where my wife had given herself to me for the first time. In less than two years since that night, the wonders of my wife's beautiful body had been wantonly tasted by another man... Boom!

My mind went blank.

No—

I quickly looked at the woman's face. This time, I recognized her. That delicate and charming face—wasn't it my beloved wife, Tang Yurou?

Tang Yurou, the woman I love most in my life.

We've been married for two years, and I consider myself the person who knows her best. She's kind-hearted and gentle; everyone in the neighborhood praises her. Among relatives and friends, she's always been a role model for mothers guiding their sons in finding a partner, and a role model for mothers-in-law educating their daughters-in-law. In the mouths of everyone who knows us, she's the epitome of a virtuous, gentle, and dignified wife.

In life, she takes meticulous care of me, meticulously manages the household chores, and cooks me all sorts of delicious meals every day. She's my reliable support as I focus on my career.

In our sex life, Yurou is different from other women; she's a very traditional girl. She's always resisted using overly modern methods for intimacy, only accepting the traditional missionary position, and always insisting on drawing the curtains and covering herself with thick blankets in the bedroom. It's something we do every week, and she still gets incredibly shy about it. Even the slightly bolder approach or words make her feel unbearably ashamed and indignant. Getting her to relax even a little is harder than climbing to heaven.

Before today, if someone had told me that Yu Rou would betray me, cheat on me with another man, or be raped by another man while pinned down beside me… I wouldn't have been angry at all, because I knew it was impossible.

But now, that familiar, beautiful face is flushed, revealing a pained expression. I don't know if it's because she's experiencing physical spasms or because she's filled with guilt.

The vows of unwavering loyalty made during the divorce still seem to echo in my ears, yet the scene before me cruelly shatters everything beautiful.

The flush spreads from her face, staining her entire convulsing upper body.

The man moanes with pleasure.

After a while, Yu Rou finally catches her breath.

"Have you had enough…?"

"Hehe, not yet." The man clearly had no intention of letting her go.

The man lifted Yu Rou from the front, his arms encircling her slender waist and supporting her buttocks. Yu Rou didn't speak, but silently wrapped her arms around the man's neck, her legs expertly draped around his waist for support. She visibly shuddered as he sat on her.

The man tilted his head back and let out a comfortable groan.

Seeing the man's face, I finally recognized him—Young Master Chang.

The company I worked for was one of the Chang family's private enterprises, founded by Young Master Chang's highly respected father.

My current position in the company was all thanks to his father. His father, General Manager Chang, was my mentor, my benefactor. He gave me my current social status and income.

And this man who assaulted Yu Rou was a spoiled brat who caused the entire company endless headaches. He demanded that others address him as Young Master Chang, not General Manager Chang, at least until his father passed away.

If there were social classes, the Chang family was undoubtedly worlds apart from me.

The Chang family was someone I could only look up to.

They possessed the best resources and enjoyed the most wonderful life. They could get anything they wanted.

I'd heard countless stories about Chang Shao's philandering in the company.

Whether it was a chaste married woman or a sexy young woman; whether it was a dignified female teacher or a shy nurse; whether it was a top model in the fashion world or a capable professional, no woman he set his sights on could escape his clutches.

Some said he raped all seven of the company's receptionists. Some said they witnessed the three most beautiful women in the HR department kneeling before him and licking his genitals. Others said his own sister and stepmother were trained by him to be sex slaves.

It could be just rumors, or it could be true.

The way Chang Shao held Yu Rou looked very familiar to me. I immediately thought of the scene at last year's annual meeting.

Zhang, the engineer in the office next to mine, had worked at the company for many years and was known as a good colleague. He was hardworking and had no bad habits. Half a year ago, Zhang got married to a young and beautiful wife. I heard she was a nurse at a private hospital. I'd met her a few times; she was a graceful young woman, quiet and elegant, with waist-length hair—quite beautiful. The smooth feel of her handshake made my heart flutter.

Last year at the company's annual meeting, Engineer Zhang brought his wife. When they met Young Master Chang, Engineer Zhang enthusiastically introduced them. Engineer Zhang was the company's outstanding employee of the year, receiving a huge bonus and giving a speech as a representative of the outstanding employees. During the meal, he was bombarded with toasts from enthusiastic employees.

The atmosphere was so lively, but in a corner of the venue, I witnessed something I shouldn't have seen.

I'd been forced to drink several glasses and was a little breathless, so I went to get some fresh air. Unexpectedly, in a dark corner under the stairs, the figure of a young woman with snow-white skin caught my attention. She was being pinned against the wall by a tall, strong figure. The man was undoubtedly Young Master Chang, as his tall stature made him easily recognizable. The woman's face was in the shadows, but after careful observation, I recognized her as Engineer Zhang's wife.

Chang Shao's posture then was exactly the same as when he was dealing with Yu Rou now.

Zhang Gong's wife rested her face on Chang Shao's shoulder. Her two fair thighs were wrapped around Chang Shao's waist. A pink pair of panties hung at her ankles, swaying with the thrusts of Chang Shao's body.

If Chang Shao had his eye on Zhang Gong's wife, then I could completely understand why my wife, Tang Yu Rou, had caught his eye. But I had nothing to offer him; in this battle for my wife, I had no chance of winning. If I were to compete with a man like him for Tang Yu Rou, I would undoubtedly lose.

Deep down, I knew I was unworthy of such a perfect woman as Tang Yu Rou. Chang Shao was a better match for her.

Chang Shao had a tall and strong physique, and even the slender Yu Rou appeared petite and delicate in his presence.

Chang Shao possessed immense wealth and power, a vast network of connections, and managed a massive enterprise. If that wasn't enough to create a fatal attraction for a woman, then Chang Shao's extraordinary assets were almost an irresistible reason for her.

I've heard from more than one person that Mr. Chang's penis is enormous. When erect, it swells up like a red-hot iron block, hot and hard. He understands women's psychology and knows all their erogenous zones. His ample endowment and skillful technique make him invincible.

Not only Zhang Gong's wife, but I've heard that Mr. Chang is fond of all kinds of married women and young wives. He has a famous saying: "Even the most faithful love can't withstand a hard penis."

I'm not surprised at all that he would have designs on Yu Rou. If it were me, I wouldn't let go of such a delicate and beautiful young woman, a traditional wife who is easily shy. The way such a woman writhes and submits beneath a man truly brings him a great sense of accomplishment... Mr. Chang began to walk around the room with Yu Rou in his arms.

I couldn't do that position. I didn't have the strength to lift Yu Rou and hold it for so long, and Yu Rou wouldn't be willing to do it with me in such a strange position.

Mr. Chang seemed to hold Yu Rou very easily, as if she were nothing, with complete ease.

Chang Shao intently observed Yu Rou's expression. It was clear that Yu Rou's pained expression pleased and excited him. But to me, I felt only heartache and distress.

I thought of Zhang Gong's wife. She had likely been given a significant amount of aphrodisiacs. Except for the initial moment, her legs quickly lost their strength and could no longer wrap around Chang Shao's waist, hanging limply at his sides, her underwear slipping down. Neither of them made a sound, the eerie scene a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere of the meeting. The spectacle didn't last long; soon, Chang Shao, carrying Zhang Gong's wife, carried her up the stairs in this position. The second floor consisted of hotel rooms, also booked by the company for out-of-town employees and those who had gone on a high.

It was easy to imagine that Zhang Gong's wife had been thoroughly enjoyed by Chang Shao that night.

I pulled myself back from my thoughts and focused my gaze on the two people in the room.

Chang Shao moved very slowly, but with each step, Yu Rou's body trembled noticeably. I could completely imagine what it felt like to sit on that enormous penis. This penis not only pierced Yu Rou's sensitive cavity but also tore apart her last remaining rationality. Yu Rou began to moan rhythmically, sometimes softly sobbing, sometimes high-pitched and unbearable. Until she could no longer endure it, she suddenly bit Chang Shao's shoulder.

Chang Shao felt the pain from the bite and immediately thrust twice in retaliation. Then he picked up Yu Rou's panties that had fallen to the ground, crumpled them into a ball, and stuffed them into Yu Rou's mouth.

"Your legs are so long, how come it's so shallow inside? Just sitting on you, I've already reached my head." "..." "Is it here, is it here? Hmm?" "..." Yu Rou couldn't speak, but her body began to convulse noticeably again. A woman who has experienced one orgasm will find that the intervals between subsequent orgasms become shorter and shorter.

The scattered strands of hair spoke of untamed desire, her taut toes tracing graceful curves in the air, each time, each time, penetrating to the very root—a place I had never reached, now offered to an evil forbidden by morality. As Yu Rou's juices flowed more and more, I knew she was drawing ever closer to utter depravity.

"You like this position, don't you? You've leaked so much, you've soaked my legs." Where they walked, they left wet patches.

"Ah!..."

Yu Rou's sobbing moans grew louder, her unrestrained gasps a tone I had never heard before. Stimulated by this unusual position, Yu Rou swayed precariously, but Chang Shao remained insatiable, pushing his luck.

At this moment, Yu Rou was a sight I had never seen before. Despite being raped, her frequently convulsing body was flushed crimson. She shook her head, uttering words of resistance, yet her hands were firmly clasped around Chang Shao's neck.

Blindfolded, unable to see her surroundings or where the man would take her, Yu Rou clung tightly to him, gripped by a fear of the unknown. As Chang Shao moved, he would deliberately use his waist to lift her into the air, and due to gravity, Yu Rou would involuntarily sit heavily on him. It gave the illusion that Yu Rou was actively seducing him.

Chang Shao chuckled.

"Being fucked in front of your husband, the intense sense of transgression is so exciting, isn't it? The more you do it, the more women will love this feeling… The shame of transgression and the excuse of being forced by a man will tear apart a wife's dignified and virtuous facade, revealing her lewd nature. The purer a woman is, the crazier she becomes after revealing her true nature. A woman who has experienced a huge penis can no longer tolerate a small one. The thrill of infidelity, once tasted, is highly addictive…" "Ugh…" "Hehe, we're right next to your husband now. If he looks up, he'll see our joined parts. If you accidentally leak any juice, it'll spray onto his face…" "No—" "Oh, you're squeezing even tighter…" Clearly, Chang Shao's thick penis not only pierced my wife's pure body but also shattered my perfect marriage.

I don't blame my wife at all. I know that any woman would be unable to resist Chang Shao's violation.

I also don't blame Chang Shao. Any man with his status and power wouldn't let go of a perfect woman like Xiang Yurou.

If I had to blame someone, it would be my inability to protect Yu Rou, my inability to give her what Young Master Chang could give her. I lacked Young Master Chang's wealth and status, as well as his resources and skills.

My vision gradually darkened, and I could no longer see my surroundings.

But I could still smell the lewd scent emanating from the genitals during intercourse.

"Oh, you're so tight, I can't move... Don't worry, he won't wake up. Look, I'm slapping his face with my penis and he doesn't even react... Just release yourself boldly, let me see your most depraved and lewd side..." Suddenly, I felt a hot rod slapping my face. The rod was coated with a slippery fluid, hard and exuding a powerful pressure.

"Come on, stick your ass up, I'm going to fuck you from behind."

Rear entry. I've heard many people say that the most suitable position for raping a married woman is rear entry. Not only can you admire the married woman's full, round buttocks, but you can also freely fondle her breasts. When encountering chaste and virtuous women, a standing rear-entry position can be used, while holding the woman's hands. This position makes it impossible for the wife to break free. The only way for the wife to struggle is to twist her hips, which can provide a strong visual stimulation for the adulterer. Some inexperienced wives, if they try to struggle by twisting their hips from side to side, will instead be taken advantage of by the adulterer to generate intense pleasure.

I smelled a fragrance, and felt Yu Rou's hot breath on my face. It seemed that Chang Shao was pressing Yu Rou's face close to mine. I couldn't see the scene, but I could completely imagine their position at that moment. Chang Shao was standing behind Yu Rou, pressing her upper body down, her buttocks sticking out, and then pulling her hands behind her back.

"Don't be afraid, I gave you the latest American date rape drug, and you personally fed it to him. This kind of drug would make even a cow unconscious. A weakling like your husband only needs half a pill to fall into a deep sleep like a dead pig. No matter how much you call him, he won't wake up..." My heart ached. Did Yu Rou drug me herself? Maybe Yu Rou didn't want me to see such a stimulating scene, or perhaps she still wanted to save our marriage... That must be it.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Yu Rou suddenly let out a short moan, her body twisting violently.

"Wow, you've already started wiggling your ass... What are you trying to say... Even though you know your husband won't wake up, being violated in front of him must be incredibly exciting for your body..." The sounds of slapping against each other were incessant. You could tell the force and frequency of the impact from the sound. A man with strong muscles is indeed extraordinary.

Wet droplets fell from my face, sliding down to the corner of my mouth, tasting slightly salty. Were they Yu Rou's tears? Was it regret? Was it guilt? Did she feel sorry for me? A wave of heartache washed over me... My dear Yu Rou, I don't want you to be sad. If I am an obstacle to your enjoyment of pleasure, I will be even sadder. If my existence makes you sad, I will choose to disappear... In the darkness, I lost the concept of time, but I felt the passage of life.

Chang Shao and Yu Rou changed positions countless times, leaving dried fluid stains everywhere on the floor, sheets, and dressing table.

Yu Rou's sobs grew softer, her choked breathing causing her to convulse even more violently.

Chang Shao, however, roared excitedly.

Finally, Yu Rou's voice almost completely disappeared, leaving only Chang Shao's short, pleasurable roars and the slapping sounds of their bodies colliding.

Her consciousness began to fade...

she didn't know how much time had passed.

"Quick, quick, save him, he's almost out of breath..."

In her hazy state, she seemed to still hear someone speaking.

"Damn! How many did you feed him?"

"Three, three pills... I, I'm afraid the medicine won't be strong enough, and he'll wake up..." "So many? Are you trying to kill him? This is a hassle, get him to the hospital quickly..." ...The surroundings became noisy, with people constantly walking back and forth. I felt my body being moved around.

There were elevator sounds, ambulance sounds, and conversations from the hospital.

I felt like many messy tubes were being inserted into me, and I could smell the pungent odor of disinfectant. But I felt myself getting lighter and lighter, as if I were about to fly over mountains and float into the clouds.

I no longer felt pain, and a strange sense of pleasure arose within me.

Slowly, I stopped feeling anything around me, as if I had entered a different world.

Suddenly, I looked back with great longing, hoping to find the lover I would cherish for this lifetime.

The last image that remained in my memory was a white curtain separating the hospital beds. On the curtain, the shadows of a man and a woman were cast by the light from the other side.

A woman with long, flowing hair, her high, firm breasts exposed, knelt on the adjacent hospital bed, sucking and licking the hard, large penis of a strong man. (

Word count: 20790)

[The End]

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/48259.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=48259&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : Sister Kung Fu

Next Page : My Wife Xiaomei's Modeling Career (Translator: Ma Wang)

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Forced to sink into depravity

comment Open a new window to view comments