Green in the past continuous tense (19)

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19 Notes: If you don't like this, please leave quietly. I don't owe you anything, thank you. If you think this is nonsense and still insist on reading it, then you're just being a masochist. I'm sorry, it's not my fault. In this country, everyone is educated and influenced into this kind of person. Whether you live a noble or not, in reality, it's all the same mentality: everyone hates privilege, yet everyone yearns for it. No one is much more noble than anyone else. Regarding my attitude towards privilege, I'm just one of many vulgar ordinary people. On Sunday, at ten o'clock in the morning, Jing and I sat in the lounge, the one where Chen and Wen often met. The sky was overcast, and the weather forecast said it would rain. Pedestrians on the street were shoulder to shoulder, some laughing, some lazy, some in groups, some alone, walking without seeming to care. I turned to look at Jing. Jing looked much better than the last time I saw her. She was wearing a very feminine dress that day. I asked, "Is your mother feeling better?" "Yes, she still has a cough." Jing didn't look at me. "Does your mom know you're coming today?" Jing shook her head, then said, "I always keep my promises." I stopped talking, turning back to look out the window, watching the people passing by on the street, thinking about what to say to Jing. Suddenly, my gaze froze. A familiar figure appeared on the street across the road. Looking closely, it was indeed Yan, struggling with a man. Judging from their expressions, their relationship was definitely not ordinary. "Did you really destroy all those videos of my mom?" Jing asked. "Huh?" I turned back, composed myself, and lied, "Yes, I destroyed them all." I turned to look across the street again, but Yan and the man were nowhere to be seen. "What about mine?" Jing asked again. I didn't answer, looking at Jing's delicate face beneath her hair, and asked, "Do you really want to be my woman?"
Jing was silent, lowered her head, and after a while, said, "I promised." "But you promised to be your father's woman," I said calmly. Jing suddenly raised her head, staring fiercely at me, her lips trembling, her eyes slowly welling up with tears. She lowered her head again and said, "Don't mention my dad to me!" "Jing, I'm your dad," I said. Jing raised her head, staring blankly at me. "Jing, I'm your dad," I said again. "My dad is dead. Don't joke about my dad, okay?" "Jing, I really am your dad." I reached out to pinch Jing's nose, but she dodged. I said, "Do you know, Jing, that you want to be another man's woman makes your dad very angry?" Jing stared at me: "My dad is dead!" "Dad isn't dead, he just looks different. Dad has this face now. Will you still love Dad?"
"Don't joke about my dad!" "This dress is the one I bought for you after summer vacation," I said. "You didn't like it, saying it was too flashy, so you haven't worn it. Have you forgotten?" Jing stared blankly for a long time, then said, "Impossible! I watched my dad's cremation!" "I know you've been lying to me all along. Actually, you haven't been ticklish for a long time, but you still deliberately made me angry so I would tickle you. You liked that, didn't you?" "Impossible..." "I liked it too, so I pretended not to know anything. You know, Dad has liked you, you little devil, for a long time." "That time I cleaned your ears, and you secretly touched Dad's crotch. Mom was in the kitchen at the time, and she almost saw us. Have you forgotten?" "Impossible..." Jing's eyes were filled with tears, and she still shook her head. "Look at Dad's eyes, Xiaojing. Just look at his eyes, look at the way he looks at you, isn't it just like him?" "Impossible..." "You have a small black mole under your armpit. You wanted to get it removed, but I wouldn't let you. You were angry with Dad for days, have you forgotten?" "Impossible..." "Did Big Bear from your class still pass you notes...?" "Stop talking! It's impossible! I watched my dad die, I watched my dad cremated, don't lie to me! I don't want to hear it!!" Jing stood up and staggered out of the lounge. I sat there, watching Jing's back, and smiled bitterly. Even Jing didn't believe this, what about Chen? "Let them live their lives peacefully. Maybe it's best if I die." I murmured to myself, paid the bill, and went out. It started raining outside, and I hailed a taxi and rushed home. Jing's expression flashed through my mind, then Chen's image, then suddenly Yan, then the image of her struggling with that man. A sudden chill ran through me. I straightened up, pulled out my phone, and called Yan. The phone rang a few times, then hung up. I called again, but the phone was off. When I got home, Yan wasn't there. Feng's mother was practicing yoga, and Yue was chatting online with her classmates. Feng's mother noticed my expression and asked if something was wrong. I asked her if she knew where Yan was, and she said Yan's phone was always off. Feng's mother called Yan's sister, but she said she wasn't there. She made several more calls, but no one answered. After dinner, there was still no news of Yan. The image of Yan being pinned down by that man in some hotel kept flashing through my mind, then that image shifted to Chen, changing between Chen and Yan. "I'm fucking cheated on!" I thought through gritted teeth. I called Lao Qian from my room. "Old Qian, find someone to check up on Yan for me, check up on her, hmm," I paused for a moment, then gritted my teeth and said, "Check if she's having an affair!" Old Qian was silent for a while, then said, "Do you need to check again? I've already checked before." "Hmm? Did I ask you to check?" "My wife asked me to." Old Qian continued, "It's a man named Hui, the owner of an advertising company. He was Yan's classmate in college, and they got divorced the year before last. He probably met Yan again at their class reunion last year. After that, they saw each other quite frequently. Your mother found out and asked me to investigate." "Old Zhang followed them for half a year but couldn't find anything between them, so your mother told me to stop." "I know about this?" "Yes, my wife first told you, but you ignored her, so she asked me to investigate." I thought for a moment and said, "They really didn't do anything?" After a while, the other end said, "Old Zhang didn't find anything when he was following them. They only met in public. We don't know anything about what happened after that." "Old Qian, could you send me a picture of that person?" "I'll look for it and send it to you in a bit." I looked at the picture Old Qian sent on my phone; it was indeed the man. I went to Yan's study, opened Yan's computer, and went through every folder, but found no clues. I sat in the study until after ten o'clock, but Yan still hadn't returned. Feng's mother came in to comfort me, saying that Yan wouldn't mess around and would definitely come back. She said Yan had never stayed out all night, and told me not to overthink it or hold a grudge, as it wasn't good for her. After Feng's mother left, I remained sitting there, my mind flashing between images of Yan and that man's intimacy, then Chen and Dong, then Chen and that man, then Yan and Dong. In the quiet study, my head was buzzing, and I felt like the emotions I'd been suppressing for the past few days were about to explode. I started rummaging through Yan's study again, finally focusing on a locked drawer. After hesitating for a moment, I found some tools and pried it open. I stared at the paper in the drawer, stunned. It was a divorce agreement. The content was roughly as follows: after mutual consultation, all marital property would belong to the husband, and the two children would be raised by the wife. It also stipulated that if the husband wanted to visit the children in the future, he must obtain the wife's consent. There were two signatures on the agreement, one from Feng and one from Yan. I calculated the date below, and it was the day Chen beat Feng to death. I finally understood what Yan meant when she said "you've already signed" at the hospital that day. Although I had my doubts, the confirmation still left me reeling. I don't know how long I stared at it. Then, the study door opened, and I turned around to face Yan. I held the divorce agreement in my hand, feeling its trembling, and muttered to myself, "Why am I angry? Ah, why am I angry? I only dated her for two or three months, slept with her a few times, ah, why do I care? She's not my wife, my wife is Chen!" I shook the paper, looked at the woman fiercely, and said, "You've already signed, why don't you leave? Are you pitying me?!" The woman looked at me expressionlessly. I said again, "If you don't want a divorce, why are you keeping it? Why don't you tear it up?!" The woman remained silent. "Where did you go?! Why did you hang up on my phone? Why did you turn it off?! Were you with that man all day?! Did you two go to a hotel?!" I gasped for breath, glaring at the woman. I realized I had lost control of my emotions. In a daze, Yan became Chen again, then Yan again, not knowing who I was yelling at: "Still playing innocent, huh? Let me tell you, I saw you! I've had enough! You all treat me like a fool, cheating on me with other men, thinking I'm easy to bully, right?! You only bully good people, right?!"
"Say something!!" I yelled again. Feng's mother tried to calm her down, "Feng, what are you doing? Listen to Yanzi first. Don't get angry. You're not fully recovered yet." "I'm taking Xiaoyue away right now!" the woman said coldly, then pulled Xiaoyue behind her. Xiaoyue followed her mother out, crying, "Mom, don't go!" I rushed out the door, grabbed the woman in a few steps, and said, "You can't leave until you explain yourself!" "Let go!" the woman said. I dragged the woman into the bedroom, slammed the door, and locked it. Outside, Feng's mother knocked urgently on the door, "Feng, open the door! What are you doing!" "What do you want to do!" the woman said. "You have to explain yourself!" the woman turned back to unlock the door. I dragged her into the room. The woman struggled, and I gritted my teeth and threw her onto the bed. The woman got up, sat on the edge of the bed, stared at me, her eyes blazing. "Tell me, what exactly have you been doing?!" The woman sat still, just biting her lip and glaring at me. My hands trembled, and in my daze, the woman and Chen overlapped. I roared, "You slut, tell me! Why did you cheat on me with another man?!" The woman still glared at me. A surge of heat rushed through me, and with red eyes, I raised my hand, yelling, "Tell me!"
The woman straightened her neck even more: "Hit me!" My hand trembled as I held it in the air. I lowered my hand, pounced on her, and pushed her onto the bed, saying, "You think I won't hit you? I'm going to beat you to death today, you slut!" "What are you doing?!" The woman struggled beneath me. I grabbed her belt, tore it off, and quickly pulled her pants down to her knees, revealing her two white buttocks. "Let me go!" The woman tried to get up, but I held her firmly down. I slapped her tender white buttocks hard, and she cried out, "Ah!" "I'll beat you to death, you slut!" I slapped her several more times. "What are you doing, Feng?!" Feng's mother shouted from outside. After letting out a few soft cries, the woman fell silent. I continued cursing and slapping her buttocks alternately, my head throbbing. I felt like I was giving her a good beating. In no time, both of her buttocks were bright red. "You slut, will you dare to do it again?!" I roared as I slapped her. The woman didn't answer or struggle, only occasionally twisting her buttocks and whimpering. Staring at her writhing buttocks, watching the waves of flesh ripple with each slap, my mouth went dry and my penis became hard. "You won't talk, huh? You won't talk, huh? You want a man, huh?" I muttered, unbuckling my belt, and roared again, "I'm going to fuck you to death today, you slut!" The woman didn't struggle, letting me pull down her pants completely. I knelt between her legs, pressing my penis against her vulva, thinking of spitting on it, but then I saw fluid already flowing from her vulva. I hesitated for a moment, then slowly pushed my glans in, muttering, "What a slut! What a damn bitch!" Then, remembering that this cunt might have been fucked by another cock just minutes before, a surge of rage rose within me. With a "fuck!" I thrust my cock all the way in. I watched as the woman's thick labia, tightly gripping my penis, glistened with droplets of fluid. Her vagina felt like it was on fire, the flesh churning and grinding against my shaft. I couldn't help but groan. When my cock reached the very bottom, the woman trembled, still silent. I lay on her back, muttering, "Fuck you to death!", and quickly increased my speed. The woman trembled even more violently, her vagina becoming even hotter and wetter. With a "squelch," large amounts of fluid were released, flowing down her crotch onto the bed. Seeing the woman stubbornly suppressing her breathing, a surge of heat rose within me. I felt as if a wild horse was beneath me, and I was determined to tame it! I thrust forcefully, then bent down and grabbed the woman's long hair. She let out a soft "Ah," her head slowly lifting off the bed with the force of my grip. "It hurts, it hurts," she cried softly. I ignored her, continuing to pull, my lower body thrusting forcefully, feeling as if I were riding a wild horse. "It hurts!" the woman gasped again. I continued pulling her hair towards me. Perhaps due to her regular yoga practice, the woman's body was incredibly flexible; her waist slowly arched backward, her head pressing against my chest. I whispered in her ear, "Will you dare again, you slut!" The woman groaned, panting. "I said you wouldn't dare!" "Kiss me, kiss me..." the woman turned her head and grabbed my mouth. I turned away, muttering, "You slut, you think you can just kiss me like that?!" "Kiss me..." The woman tilted her head, squinted, and parted her small mouth slightly. Her sweaty face was flushed, and she was incredibly beautiful. I kissed her, and her tongue slipped inside. After only two sucks, her body suddenly trembled violently. She pulled away from my mouth, turned her head, arched her neck, opened her small mouth, and screamed. Her vagina was spasming, the vaginal muscles repeatedly pulling and squeezing my penis. It felt like there was a suction force deep inside her vagina, trying to pull my semen away from my urethra. I felt like I was about to ejaculate, so I quickly pulled my penis out of her vagina. The woman's lower body convulsed, and her legs kicked incessantly. I released her hair and moved away. The woman's legs had just been loosened when she suddenly knelt on the bed, her hips spreading wide. With a tremor, a stream of pale yellow fluid shot from her half-closed labia. With this, she screamed again, followed by another stream, five in a row. Her body went limp, collapsing onto the bed, the screams ceasing, but her body continued to tremble slightly. The room fell silent for a moment, then Feng's mother's voice rang out again: "Feng, open the door!" I panted, looking at the woman, remembering how Dong had lost control of his bladder during morning exercises more than once. Several buttons were torn off the woman's shirt, hanging disheveledly on her body. Her bra was long gone, and her lower body was wet with sweat, urine, and vaginal fluid. I leaned over, grabbed her hips, lifted her up, making her kneel on the bed, and thrust my penis inside her again. The woman cried out softly, saying urgently, "No, no, it hurts, it hurts, stop for a moment..." Feng's penis wasn't just long, it was excessively long. Although the woman's vagina was deep, a portion always protruded outside, unable to fully penetrate. This felt very uncomfortable. Amidst the woman's cries of pain, I thrust forward desperately, finally managing to slap my hips against her buttocks after a dozen or so thrusts. After several dozen thrusts, the woman stopped crying out in pain, her mouth slightly open, panting. After a while, she turned her head to look back, her face flushed, murmuring, "Kiss me, kiss me!" I pulled out my penis, laid the woman on her back on the bed, pounced on her, and thrust in again. "Dare you try again?" I stared into the woman's eyes, panting. The woman looked at me without saying a word, then reached out and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, lifting her head to take my mouth in her mouth. With a sucking sound, her lower legs curled up, encircling my thighs. A moment later, the woman's body trembled again. Her mouth opened, she tilted her head back and screamed. After a spasm, she whimpered and clung tightly to me, preventing me from moving. With the woman's scream, shouts from outside began again. The woman opened the door a crack and said to the outside, "Mom, we… ah…" She paused, then said, "We're alright." "You opened the door, Yanzi! Today I'll teach this bastard son a lesson!" Behind the crack in the door, Feng's mother's face was slightly red and hesitant, perhaps unsure if we were doing *that* kind of thing. "I… I'm really alright, Mom… um…" With another heavy thrust from behind, the woman let out a soft "ah," then released her grip, pushing the door open. Feng's mother rushed in, followed by Yue. Inside, the woman was leaning against the doorframe, naked from the waist down, her buttocks raised high. Between her buttocks, a thick, dark penis was inserted into her vagina, pushing and pulling the tender flesh of her vulva. Streams of fluid were drawn out by the penis, flowing down her thighs. Feng's mother stared at us wide-eyed, while Yue covered her mouth, her face filled with terror. The woman let out a soft cry and struggled violently, shouting, "Don't look at Yue! Get out of here!"
My penis, inserted into the woman's vagina, swelled and hardened. My mind was filled with wicked thoughts. I pressed down hard on her waist, preventing her from getting up. After a few heavy thrusts, as another gush of fluid gushed from her vagina, the woman finally groaned and gave up struggling, lying there as I continued to thrust into her, still saying, "Don't look at Xiaoyue!" At that moment, I felt as if I were possessed by a demon, muttering to myself, "I'm dead. That good son, good father, good husband, good boss—that man is dead. I'm not myself anymore. I don't need to suppress my desires anymore, I don't need to pretend to be a good guy anymore. From now on, I am Feng." "I've only ruined Feng's reputation! From now on, I'll tear off all my pretenses and be a truly ruthless villain like Feng!" During the thrusting, I turned the woman's body slightly to the side, so that her mother and Yue could see directly where our genitals met, allowing them to clearly see how that arm-thick thing tore open her vagina and thrust into her body. After a few powerful thrusts, I slowly pulled my wet penis all the way out of her vagina, letting the tip press against her wet vulva, displaying my son's and father's weapon to my mother and daughter. Then, with another powerful thrust, splashing water, I plunged into her body. My mother's mouth opened wider and wider, but her body seemed frozen. Yue's hand covering her mouth trembled slightly. I stopped looking at my mother and Yue's expressions, focusing only on rubbing the woman's G-spot. The woman whimpered, her buttocks twisting, searching for the most pleasurable friction. Not long after, the woman's crotch was soaked, a thick pool of fluid. Her body slowly trembled, whimpering as she violently thrust her hips back. After a few thrusts, her body convulsed, she covered her face, buried her head, and screamed again. As I abruptly withdrew my penis, her legs twitched, and a large gush of urine sprayed out, landing on my calves. The room fell silent. The woman buried her head in my arms, her body limp. My mother finally snapped out of it, avoiding my gaze, and pulled Yue, who was still standing beside her, out of the room, closing the door behind her. The room fell silent again. After a while, my mother's voice came from outside: "Feng, go to sleep. You're not fully recovered yet." Midnight, suburban villa, second floor, the lights were still on. Suddenly, a woman's scream rang out. Two in the morning, another scream. As dawn broke, with the woman's scream, the man finally roared again, and then the whole house fell into a deep sleep. The rain stopped, and dusk had fallen outside the window, with a few crows cawing in the woods. A pungent, fishy smell permeated the room, the lingering scent of desire. Several puddles of liquid remained damp on the wooden floor. The bed was a mess; the woman lay naked in my arms, her pubic hair clumped together above her vulva, her swollen labia pressed together, seemingly whispering tales of sorrow. Patches of milky white stains clung to her body. "Where did you buy this medicine? It's really potent." I looked away from the medicine bottle on the bedside table and down at the woman's face. The flush on her face hadn't faded; upon closer inspection, it seemed to be returning. She squinted, her eyelashes trembling; she must have woken up. "Yanzi, since you didn't cheat on me yesterday, where did you go all day? Why did you hang up on me?"
The woman remained silent, her eyes tightly shut. I unlocked her phone again, held it up to her face, and showed her the text messages. She said, "Stop pretending to be asleep, Yanzi. Look how annoying your old classmate is! Doesn't he know you're already married?" The text messages inside were from the man I met yesterday. He sent a bunch of them at different times throughout the day, implying that he still deeply loved Yanzi and that she shouldn't rush to reject him, saying that his emotional door would always be open for her. The woman snatched the phone from me, glaring at me: "Did you ask for my permission?" I laughed: "Who told you to choose such a simple unlock password? By the way, where did you go yesterday? Why did you come back so late?" The woman fell silent. "If you didn't cheat on me, just tell me. Why did you take Xiaoyue with you?" The woman was silent for a while, then said, "Where did you see me?" "At a lounge near the hospital where I live. I saw you and him arguing on the street, and something felt off." "Do you know why I was there?" "Hmm?" "I followed you there," the woman paused, then said, "I want to know if you've been cheating on me." "..." "Yes or no!" "Not Yanzi, as you think." "What do you mean, not?!" The woman got up, leaned on me, and stared at me, bombarding me with questions: "You think I don't know that girl? Her mother, um, that woman beat you up like that, and you still defended her. Do you even remember them? You've forgotten our whole family, how come you only remember them? Are you..." "You only agreed to sign the divorce papers because of them? Are you still thinking about that woman?!" The woman's eyes were like fire. I pinched her nose and smiled, saying, "Yanzi, you're jealous!" The woman was silent, then pinched me harder, "You're not allowed to think about that vixen!" "Uncle Qian said I used to have many women, but he didn't seem to care much about it." The woman pinched me again, "That was before!" "Ouch, ouch, this is Yanzi's flesh." The woman suddenly smiled softly, glancing at me sideways, and said, "Before, when I came home late, you didn't get this angry. How much jealous did you drink at home back then?" I laughed and said, "Who told you to hang up on me? Your phone was off too. Mom and I called all your friends' phones but couldn't find you. Where did you go, Yanzi? By the way, what's your classmate doing there?"
"He followed me there. He was waiting outside our house. I told him I had something to do, but he insisted on following me and kept bothering me until we got there." She paused, then said, "I got angry when I saw you with that girl..." "I had something else to do with her, not what you think." "If it wasn't what you think, why did you do it behind my back? What important thing? Is having an affair behind your wife's back really important? More important than buying your mother a birthday present?" "..." "Why didn't you go to a hotel with her? Why did you call me again?" The woman bit her lip and said, "Do you know how angry I was? I turned off my phone and went to my sister's. When Mom called my sister, I was there. I told my sister to say I wasn't there. After I calmed down a bit, this time..." "I haven't even gotten angry with you yet, and you've already gotten angry with me!" I chuckled and asked, "Yanzi, since you're willing to stay with me, why don't you throw away the divorce papers?"
The woman was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm afraid." "Hmm?" "I'm afraid you'll turn back into your old self someday." The woman touched my face: "You know, the more I want to stay with you, the more afraid I become." I didn't say anything, sighed, and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't turn back. We'll tear it up when we get out." I said with a bitter smile, "However, I might become even worse than before." "You dare!" She added, "Will you dare to see that vixen again?" "..." The woman looked at me for a long time, sighed softly, and then said reproachfully, "I knew you couldn't change your ways!"
"..." "Remember, you're not allowed to hide it from me anymore, and you're not allowed to bring it home either!" She sighed again: "I'm content as long as you're good to me and the children. Who told me I owed you in my past life?" I hugged the woman without saying anything. "Yanzi," I asked, "did you ever like me before? I mean before I lost my memory." The woman thought for a moment and said, "At first, maybe a little, but later..." She paused for a while and then said, "After Xiaoyi came along, I resigned myself to my fate. I just wanted to protect this family and prevent Xiaoyi and Xiaoyue from growing up in a single-parent family like me." "Hmm?" "My mom and dad divorced when my sister and I were very young." The woman's voice was faint. I stroked the woman and asked after a while, "By the way, what's the deal with that classmate of yours?"
The woman was silent. "Why do you like him?" The woman shook her head and said, "He was my boyfriend in college, but he got together with another girl. I met him at our class reunion last year. He was divorced and heard from others that I wasn't doing well, so he wanted to get back together with me." "You still like him?" The woman shook her head: "It's been so many years, the feelings from back then have long faded." Both of them were silent, gently stroking each other. "Go pick Xiaoyi up from my sister's place sometime." "Huh?" I hesitated for a moment and said, "How could I dare? Just look at her attitude towards me, she practically wants to devour me."
The woman shook her head. "What did I do to make Xiaoyi hate me so much?" I asked. "..." "Was it, um," I thought for a moment, and then voiced my suspicions, "Was it that I... you know, sexual assault?" "Huh?" The woman stared at me wide-eyed. "You're her biological father! How could that be? No matter how bad you were before, no matter how many women you had, you would never lay a hand on your own flesh and blood! Isn't that something a beast would do?!"
My face fell, and I thought to myself, "So I really am even more of a beast than Feng." I asked, "Then why did Xiaoyi call me worse than a beast?" "Xiaoyi said she saw the video you recorded." "Huh? Where did she see it?" "Ask Xiaoyi!" The woman continued, "Xiaoyi said that in the video, you raped someone's daughter in front of her mother. It was the girl's first time, and then you had your cronies gang rape the mother and daughter. The girl almost went crazy..." The woman suddenly stopped talking, biting her lip, and reached out to pinch my erection, saying fiercely, "You really are a beast. You actually did such a horrific thing..." I pounced on the woman and said, "Then I'll show you how powerful a beast can be!" "No!" The woman struggled, "I haven't finished yet!" "Talk while you do it!" The woman still wouldn't give in, so I lay down again and let the woman lie on top of me. "You know," the woman said softly again, "Xiaoyi has always been clingy to you since she was little, always calling you 'Dad' this and 'Dad' that, but you really broke her heart." "Hmm?" "You used to dislike children, or maybe you didn't like girls and wanted a boy. You ignored Xiaoyi and Xiaoyue since they were little. You never went to their school events that required parents to be present, and you weren't home for their birthdays. Actually, you were rarely home before, and you never cared about us, mother and daughter." "
..." "I know, Xiaoyi still has feelings for you. I think the reason she hates you so much is because she still has feelings for you. Don't be fooled by Xiaoyi's stubborn appearance; she's actually much more fragile than her sister inside." "
..." "I'll arrange a meeting another day so you and your daughter can have a proper talk." "Okay." I nodded, thinking about the girl's fierce eyes, and the image that flashed through my mind was shoving my penis into that stubborn little mouth, making her understand that girls should learn to be obedient in front of their penises. "What are you thinking?!" The woman pinched my erection again, scolding, "Why is it up again?!"
"Yanzi, are you done talking? If you're done, get on top of me, quick! I want to fuck you!" "You're such a beast!" The woman stroked her penis, glaring at me, "You weren't satisfied after all last night?!"
I rubbed the woman's breasts and said, "Do you know how alluring you look right now? I really want to keep my penis inside you forever." "You pervert!" The woman blushed, her small hand still stroking, "Do you know that last night there were times when I really thought you were going to fuck me to death? How can you treat a woman like that? When I orgasm, do you know how sensitive my genitals are? I told you it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" "You're still going at it like crazy!" "Then why are you making me hurry up again and again?" I laughed and urged, "Yanzi, stop stroking, get on top, hurry up!" The woman's small hands were still stroking rapidly. After a while, she stammered, "I, I'm swollen down there, it hurts. Can I help you come out?" I panted and said, "Yanzi, give me a blowjob." The woman's face turned red, and she lowered her head: "I don't know how." "Hmm? Haven't I ever asked you to blow me before?" The woman shook her head: "You used to just go in directly, and after you came, you would go to sleep, never caring whether I was comfortable or not."
"Then I'll teach you today, quick, Yanzi, take it in your mouth!" I leaned against the wall, making the woman kneel between my legs. Just as she was about to take it in, her stomach suddenly growled. The woman looked at me and said, "I'm hungry, how about we eat first? Besides, Mom might come and urge us to eat." "Hurry up and take it in, there will be food soon. Mom won't urge us, you're making so loud noises, she'll definitely know we've been working all night and need rest. Besides, if Mom comes to urge us, just open the door and let her in. What's wrong with her seeing it?" "I haven't seen it before." The woman bit her lip, glaring at me fiercely through my penis. "You're such a pervert, don't you know that?! Were you doing it on purpose?! How am I supposed to face Mom and Xiaoyue after this?! What will Xiaoyue think of me as her mother?!" "But you weren't saying that back then, Yanzi," I stared into the woman's eyes, grinning wickedly. "After they came in, your juices were flowing like a tap, gushing out, and you even peed." The woman's face turned even redder, and she said fiercely, "Besides, Xiaoyue is such an innocent child, aren't you afraid she'll go astray?!" "
I just want Xiaoyue to mature early, so she won't suffer in society later. Okay, hurry up and take Yanzi in your mouth." I panted, watching my egg-sized glans disappear into the woman's mouth. Just as it was fully inside, the woman suddenly gagged, spat it out, and looked at me somewhat embarrassed. She tried to take it in again, gagged again, spat it out again, and after several repetitions, finally held it in her mouth without moving, looking at me. A pang of sadness shot through me as I recalled Dong teaching Chen oral sex. Like Dong instructing Chen, I said, "Baby, lick it inside with your tongue." I groaned and said, "Yes, like that, baby, lick the bottom part? Hm, yes, oh, so good, smack it again, oh..." "Try putting both balls in your mouth, Yanzi." "Like this?" The woman asked, looking up at me as she sucked, just like Chen had asked Dong. "Yes, yes, so good, oh..." The room was filled with the scent of desire. At that moment, I stood on the bed, the woman kneeling before me, licking my penis while rapidly stroking it with her hand. "Faster, faster, faster!" I urged, "Faster, Yanzi, I'm coming, I'm coming, faster!" Just as I
was about to climax, I reached out and pressed the woman's head down, then my desire split into several streams and shot into her mouth. The woman gagged a few times, and I pressed her mouth shut to stop her from spitting out, saying, "Swallow the goose, don't waste it, it's all good stuff." The woman looked at me, her face contorted in pain, and reluctantly swallowed, just like Chen had swallowed Dong's semen for the first time. "Goose, I love you to death!" I said weakly, my eyes wet as I murmured again, "Wife, I love you!" [To be continued] [Last edited by Ye Xuanxingchen]

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