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Scent of perfume 

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Do you know? Perhaps this really is my goal, yet deep down, I vaguely feel that I'm falling into a terrifying trap. Could this be the warning my master gave me: "You mustn't..."
www.sezhan.cc   (Woman with Legs Spread - Part 1)   He entered reeking of alcohol, a far cry from his usual refined self. Was this the man I knew? I began to doubt whether my choice was correct. He roughly

tore off my clothes, then spread my legs and knelt down to indecently examine my genitals. I shyly squeezed my thighs together, but he pulled them apart even more forcefully, seemingly in a hurry.   I didn't know why he was so eager to examine my genitals. Perhaps it was simply because they had been protected by layers of clothing for years, creating a sense of mystery . Perhaps he wanted to confirm whether I was a virgin. I didn't know.   I obediently spread my modesty, letting him look directly at me. He breathed heavily with pleasure, his hot breath filling my crotch, the kind of hot, itchy scent that makes you itch uncontrollably. I dared not move, because I was not a slutty woman; I was a virgin, and I was only eighteen.   (Woman with legs spread wide, part two)   I spread them in a V-shape. Her pubic hair is sparse, concentrated near her pubic bone, with the densest area above her labia. Her vaginal opening is slightly open, wet and slippery ; I don't know if it's natural discharge or residual fluid from our earlier lovemaking. I feel a pang of jealousy, but there's nothing I can do.   There seems to be an endless suction there, guiding my movements. She has a lot of discharge; I have to wipe it constantly to prevent it from staining the sheets. He's still lying in the corner of the bed, his breathing deep and long. This despicable man, he married her, yet he can't give her a happy life, while I, the one who can give her a happy life, have to rely on this drug to be close to her. Old Wu Xie is unfair. Tomorrow I will shoot my passionate semen full into your womb, and then you will have a baby with my blood. That will be proof of my love for you. Do you think it's burning hot? That's my passion for you.   (Woman with legs spread, part three)   I hate it when he spreads my legs. He always sniffs around like a dog, as if there's some delicacy there. My legs are on his shoulders, so sore, so sore. But it's his favorite position, and I have to please him because the personnel department is closing accounts tomorrow. If I don't let him have his way, he might miss out on a raise for another month. I have to endure, endure, endure.   Why doesn't he caress my breasts? I don't know. Actually, I think my breasts are my most beautiful part, white where they should be, red where they should be, and the licking of my nipples makes me even happier. But men are strange; they always focus their attention on that dark place. I don't think it's beautiful, and it smells bad, but it's like a beast looking for food. Men are always attracted to stench, without exception.   He finally barged in. I had to change positions. Yes, let him in from behind, that way he'd be satisfied quickly and leave . I'm so tired, I want a good night's sleep.   (Woman with legs spread wide, part four)   I kicked him, he rolled over, still snoring. I gave him another kick, and he finally got off the bed. Aren't you happy without that scoundrel?   Her sleeping posture was awful; she always liked to spread her legs wide, like a plastic doll from a sex shop. I loved seeing her curled up, sleeping soundly on her teddy bear ; it reminded me of many heartwarming little stories. Today she was wearing black lace panties, the kind sold in sex shops. That must have been bought for her by that lecherous man. That bastard, what a waste of a pure girl!   I didn't like her lying there motionless, but what could I do? That's how drugs are; they can't make her both unconscious and conscious, just like you can't make a woman both demure and lewd. Nothing in life is perfect, right?   I took off her panties, turned her to the side, and the curve from her waist to her hips was her most beautiful part—a smooth line, without an ounce of fat or a wrinkle. Finally, I still entered her. I don't know why. I didn't necessarily want to have sex with her, but I couldn't help myself. It seemed like that was my goal. Was it because of this? I don't know. ( If you can't access this adult website , please use a VPN; you know what I mean.)

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