[Urban] King of Entertainment (Complete) - 8

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Chapter Thirty-Four: A Few More Sisters

When the two returned to the villa after their battle, Sophie had already prepared lunch. She smiled and said, "Hurry up if you don't come back soon, I'm going to eat first."

"Honey, what delicious food did you prepare?" David asked, hugging Sophie.

"Spicy cabbage, cucumber salad, plum ribs, steamed fish, and ginseng chicken soup," Sophie replied.

Monica knew that Chinese cuisine was difficult to cook. Although she had eaten it many times, she wasn't confident she could do it well. "Sophie

, you're amazing!" "Not at all. Many things require the help of Chinese chefs. I'm not that good. Okay, honey, go wash your hands and eat."

"Okay!"

As David went to wash his hands, Sophie whispered with a laugh, "Monica, you two were just being affectionate, weren't you?"

"I'm sorry, Sophie, I..." Monica said nervously.

"It's okay, Monica. Actually, I'm very happy you two are together. I really can't stand him alone," Sophie interrupted Monica's explanation.

"You're not mad at me?"

"Alright, Monica, I truly welcome you to the team. You know how capable David is, so I won't say anything. Let's go eat!" Sophie took Monica's hand.

The three of them finished lunch and chatted for a while before David went back to his study to write his script. Even the best memory is no match for a bad pen; David basically wrote down whatever important thoughts came to mind each day, whether it was a script or a book. Many people assumed David was writing in a diary, since he often carried a notebook and would write on airplanes or trains.

"Monica, what would you like to drink? Coffee? Black tea?" Sophie asked, noticing Monica's still somewhat reserved demeanor.

"Black tea!"

Sophie knew David disliked being disturbed while writing, so she made two cups of black tea and placed them on the table. "Monica, do you think you can leave David?"

Monica used to enjoy other men's attention; after all, having a stunning figure was something to be proud of. But now, even seeing other men looking at her made her uncomfortable. She had become very sensitive, and the thought of David teasing or touching her was unbearable. She shook her head! "Monica had no idea about the Yin-Yang principle, regardless of how much better and more radiant Sophie and Monica's skin became."

"Monica, David is getting stronger and stronger. Before, I could barely handle him alone, but now even if you and I were together, we probably couldn't satisfy him." Sophie said helplessly, after all, no one likes to have their man shared with someone else.

Monica agreed, the battle just now lasting over an hour. She nodded and said, "I also feel like I couldn't satisfy him." "This isn't some cheap Japanese movie; most people can only last fifteen minutes at most."

"I guess he'll have more women in the future, but I don't object. As long as they're not those sluts, I don't mind having a few more sisters. Monica, so you don't need to worry." Sophie took a small sip of black tea and put down her cup.

"Thank you, Sophie," Monica said happily.

"No need to thank me, from now on we're in the same boat. We have to be careful not to give those sluts a chance." Sophie wasn't stupid; she knew that a first wife couldn't be petty. Plus, she'd recently watched many Hong Kong movies and TV dramas, which showed her how fierce the battles between women could be.

Monica wasn't stupid. She chuckled, "You mean that beautiful secretary?"

"That secretary is nothing, just David's pet. But there are plenty of women in Los Angeles who want to climb the social ladder." Sophie's tone held a hint of menace.

"So you plan to do that?"

"That's why I invited you back to Europe. It'll be a good opportunity to see which women have jumped out lately."

Monica hadn't expected Sophie to be so shrewd. With captivating eyes, an angelic face, and a devilish figure, if such a woman was just a pretty face, then no woman in the world was shrewd. "Looks like you have her under your control."

"David is good in every way except he's too emotional. That's both a strength and a weakness. As for David needing to be assertive, although he lacks it now, he's still young and will have plenty of opportunities later. But I absolutely cannot tolerate any woman hurting David." Sophie's words were filled with murderous intent.

Monica sensed the murderous intent, but she didn't object to Sophie's actions. Whoever hurt David was hurting her. "Me too. Whoever hurts David is hurting me."

"Heh! Have some tea."

"Okay."

It's a pity David didn't know, otherwise he'd be ecstatic. Since neither of them minded having a few more sisters, why not find a few more?

The next day, after seeing the two women off at the airport, David returned to Beverly Hills because he was going to attend Irene's birthday party that evening, so he went to a jewelry store to buy a gift. (It's a habit from his past life to buy a necklace or ring as a gift, but now he can't just give rings randomly; before, it was because he was poor and not handsome enough.)

After getting out of the car, David saw a beautiful woman approaching. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was none other than Angelina Jolie, whom he had escorted home last time. She wore a black trench coat, but it couldn't hide her slender, tall figure. Blue jeans made her thighs appear even longer and more shapely, her waist slimmer, her chest full, and her neck delicate. A slightly pointed face wore a faint, charming smile. Large black sunglasses couldn't conceal her captivating features, and her black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, making Angelina Jolie incredibly alluring.

"David!" Angelina Jolie called out first.

“Angelina, I didn’t expect to run into you here.” David was intrigued by this rebellious beauty.

“Yes!”

“It seems you have my number, but you’ve never contacted me.”

Although David had saved Angelina’s life before, he felt a little awkward having only met her once. After all, David was a well-known, talented director in Los Angeles, and contacting her randomly seemed like trying to build a relationship. This was just Angelina’s rebellious nature; other women wouldn’t think so much about it and would simply see David as their savior. “Sorry, I forgot.”

“Can I have your number now?” David couldn’t think of anyone more suitable for Tomb Raider than Angelina.

“6874587xxx”

“Okay, I won’t forget. Where are you going?”

“Oh! I almost forgot, my friend is waiting for me, I have to go now, bye-bye.”

“Bye-bye!” Watching Angelina leave in a hurry, David took out a pen and wrote down the number. Then he went into a jewelry store.

“Welcome!” a beautiful woman in a suit said.

"Hello! I'm looking for a necklace."

"Okay, this way please."

It truly lives up to its reputation as a famous commercial street; there are so many necklaces here. (If I had any of these in my past life, probably few girls would have fallen for them, of course, they'd be incredibly expensive.)

David had his eye on a platinum necklace with a red gemstone. "I'll take this one, wrap me up."

"Okay."

He'd actually bought gifts for his two women while he was here; he hadn't bought any gifts for Sophie or Monica in so long. Diamonds represent eternity; he'd been embarrassed to even look at them in his past life. Now that he had the money, of course he had to buy them. He bought five three-carat rings with different designs. (These things appreciate in value quickly, and I won't need to keep running to jewelry stores to add more women in the future.)

Stepping outside, David felt he was making too much money off women. This necklace alone cost six thousand eight hundred US dollars. That's over fifty thousand, almost sixty thousand in Chinese currency. The five rings cost eleven thousand US dollars, which is eight hundred and eighty thousand in Chinese currency. This is 1993, not the inflationary era of twenty years from now. Luckily, he was a billionaire; otherwise, he really couldn't afford it. He spent nearly a million in less than half an hour in the jewelry store.

The owner of this jewelry store was very perceptive; the salesperson asked what he wanted to buy and packed it for him. David walked along, thinking of a movie he'd seen in his past life, "The King of Gamblers," starring Stephen Chow and Nick Cheung, where Cheung bought a jewelry store at the end. Should he open a jewelry store too? But Stephen Chow and Nick Cheung were both actors David admired; he'd definitely want to collaborate with them someday. Still relying on his own hands? How could that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's lower body, realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions, close to female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience... Intense and irresistible! Click to enter

. "Young master, let me help you

with that," the driver said. Before he knew it, they were at the parking lot. David smiled and said, "No need, let's go!"

"Okay."

Back at the villa, David had just gotten out of the car when Jaggle was already waiting there. "Young master, a Miss named Eileen just called."

"What did she say?" David asked as he walked.

"She said she wants to invite you to your birthday party tonight."

This girl thinks he won't go? However, it seemed Madonna had notified him the day before yesterday. "Okay, I'll call her back in a bit."

"What do you want for dinner?"

"Black pepper veal steak and vegetable soup."

"Okay!"

David checked the caller ID in the living room and dialed back. A moment later, Eileen's voice came through: "David!"

"Happy birthday, beautiful Miss Eileen."

"Thank you!"

"You're worried I won't come? You even called to brag?" David laughed.

"No, no, I just didn't want you to forget."

"How could I? I'll definitely be there tonight."

"Okay, see you tonight."

"See you tonight."

Around eight o'clock, David changed into a white suit after washing up, without a tie. He looked very elegant and noble. It takes three generations to cultivate an aristocrat, just the aura is different. And with a bit more masculinity, he was more attractive to women. Of course, masculinity only works on women.

Chapter Thirty-Five Birthday Ball There are so many beauties

Eileen's place was of course not Beverly Hills, so David had to have his driver take him there. Just after leaving the city, a Pajero and a Ferrari suddenly rushed out from the other side of the road. They drifted twice and then sped away. The driver was startled and slammed on the brakes. David also broke out in a cold sweat. Damn it, his brother wasn't just an ordinary person from his previous life. Now he was an internationally renowned director, not one of those mediocre domestic actors.

He was worth hundreds of millions, and had several beautiful women. He hadn't eaten what he should have eaten, worn what he should have worn, or done what he should have done. Would it be fair to die like this after all the hard-won rebirth? Even if he was reborn again, he should at least have some time to prepare! What if he traveled to ancient times or a time of war? He wasn't inventing guns and cannons, nor did he know how to develop glass or soap.

"Young Master, are you alright?" the driver, Barton, asked

. "I'm fine," David replied, taking a deep breath.

A few minutes later, they arrived at a small town and then at Eileen's villa. In Los Angeles, only two or three areas had very expensive houses; the rest were relatively cheap, not to mention the suburbs or working-class areas. It was inevitable that there were poor people everywhere.

Several luxury cars were parked in front of the villa: Bentleys, Mercedes-Benzes, BMWs, Porsches, Ferraris, etc. However, seeing the Porsches and Ferraris reminded him of the two guys who had just sped off. Their deaths didn't matter, but his own life was precious.

David walked into the villa with the gift box. If it weren't for the fact that it was a villa right in front of him, David wouldn't have believed it was a birthday party, but rather an awards ceremony. The men wore suits and leather shoes, and the women wore evening gowns. There were quite a few beautiful women, and although it was a bit cold, it couldn't hide their curvaceous figures. "Western beauties do have a fuller figure than Asian beauties, which is a natural advantage. Although modern life is better, the advantages are still obvious. Of course, it's normal that there are more Asian beauties, given the much larger population."

Entering the villa, he found that the space inside was very large. Dozens of people didn't feel crowded at all, and he estimated that even if there were twice as many people, it wouldn't feel crowded.

"Eileen, your prince has arrived," Cathy said with a smile.

Moni looked at the door and smiled, "The prince really has arrived."

Eileen looked and smiled, "Let's go! Let's go greet the prince together."

The beauties present were all dressed in a glamorous and alluring way, sexy and seductive. The strapless dresses and low-cut long dresses made David's eyes dazzled, but thankfully, three beautiful women came over. Eileen wore a white low-cut long dress that accentuated her shapely figure, with golden hair. With her pretty face and tall figure, Eileen looked like an innocent little princess.

Cathy wore a black halter-neck evening gown; the slightly tight fabric accentuated her voluptuous figure, making her exceptionally sexy. Her breasts were high and full, her curves alluring, her waist voluptuous, and her plump, rounded buttocks pushed the tight dress high, inevitably sparking the imagination. Her black, wavy hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

Moni wore a bright red halter-neck mini-dress, radiating heat and igniting a fire in men's hearts in the cold winter. The mini-dress made Moni's voluptuous figure appear quite small, which only made her figure look even more alluring.

The three beauties also had a peculiar habit: they wore shoes that matched the color of their dresses. "Hi Eileen, happy birthday! May you always be so beautiful. This is a birthday present for you; I hope you like it," David said, handing over the gift box.

Eileen happily accepted the gift, then hugged David, gave him a kiss, and smiled, "Thank you, David."

After Eileen released David, he greeted the two beautiful women. "Hi Cathy, Monnie, how have you been lately?"

"I thought you only had eyes for Eileen?" Cathy laughed. Monnie nodded.

David chuckled, "How could I not see two such beautiful women? Today is Eileen's birthday, of course I had to greet her first."

"David, what would you like to drink? I'll get it for you." Eileen said,

"Champagne, please."

Monnie asked, "What have you been busy with lately, David?"

"Busy with my new movie."

"David, why haven't you contacted me for your new movie?" Cathy, being an actress, was very interested in the film industry. David's new movie featured French and Italian actresses and had already become a hot topic in the US. Newspapers, magazines, and news outlets were all reporting on it. Luckily, David didn't read any of that.

In Los Angeles, there were hundreds, if not thousands, of actors with some fame like Cathy, not to mention the many unknown ones. “We can talk about this when Cathy comes to my company.”

Cathy knew that being an actress wasn’t easy, and smiled, “David, you said it yourself, don’t let me in the door.”

“Sure, give me a call then.”

“David, your champagne.”

“Thank you!” David had just taken the champagne when he noticed Madonna had just arrived. The pop diva wasn’t just a name; six people greeted her within ten steps of her entering.

Madonna, dressed in a one-shoulder evening gown, looked graceful and elegant. Although Madonna didn’t have the same stunning figure as the three women, her mature aura was unforgettable. “Happy birthday, Eileen.”

“Thank you!”

“Cathey, Monnie, David, you’ve finally shown up.” Madonna teased,

“What do you mean, Madonna, ‘finally’?” David asked.

Monnie laughed, “Madonna has invited you to several balls and parties, but you’ve never been to America.”

“Well, I can’t help it, I’ve been busy filming.”

“Madonna, what would you like to drink?” Eileen asked.

"Eileen, you look like a waitress! You even have to get this? I'm going to have to get David a few drinks tonight," Madonna laughed.

"Yeah! David definitely needs to be punished with a few drinks," Cathy chimed in. With

so many beautiful women, it was lively. They'd only been chatting for a few minutes when someone couldn't resist coming over to say hello. David also took the opportunity to slip away and check out Eileen's house. He'd only been at the second-floor window for less than two minutes when Cathy appeared. "What are you doing here all alone, David?"

"Nothing! I came up to check out Eileen's house," David said, making up an excuse.

"Come on, I'll show you around."

"Okay!"

After a few steps, they could faintly hear soft moans. It was obvious what was happening. (See *American Pie* for examples.) Cathy walked to a corner and opened a door, saying, "This is Eileen's room."

The house wasn't large, about thirty square meters, and everything inside was white; it seemed Eileen had a particular fondness for white. “So heartwarming!”

As soon as she closed the door, Cathy hugged David from behind and whispered, “Director David, could you give me some pointers on my acting?”

Feeling Cathy’s ample breasts rubbing against his back, David couldn’t help but get excited. “This is Eileen’s house, isn’t it a bit inappropriate?” David wasn’t exactly a gentleman, and she was practically offering herself up; why should he pretend? David hated hypocrites; a man should be bold and straightforward, and take what he wants.

Cathy breathed into David’s ear and said, “Eileen won’t mind if you can give me pointers. I’ll have Moni come and serve you later.”

Hearing this excited David immensely, but the thought of whether they did this often made his heart sink. “You do this often?”

“Hehe! Don’t worry, David, Moni and I don’t like men.” Cathy laughed, her ample breasts rubbing even more against David’s back.

“Are you gay? Rabbits?”

“You’ll know when you conquer us both,” Cathy said mysteriously.

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Chapter Thirty-Six: The Small Room at the Party.

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"David, I can't go on! I'll get Moni to keep you company!" Cathy shouted a few times before fainting.

David had been incredibly energetic, especially since they were in Erin's room, and a birthday party was taking place downstairs. David covered Cathy with a blanket, locked the door, and left.

He had no idea that Erin was in the next room, and had been there for quite some time. While David and Cathy were engaged in their most intense battle, Eileen finished dealing with the guests and came upstairs to find David. She searched for a while but couldn't find him. Outside her room, she heard soft moans, seemingly Cathy's, but she couldn't make out the details.

She went into the guest room next door and put her ear to the wall. This time she could hear clearly, because her bed was right there, so she could clearly hear Cathy's voice. "David, you're amazing. So great, I'll definitely get Moni to come and keep you company..."

"Cathy, did you enjoy it?"

"Yes... I like strong men... From the moment I saw you... um... I wanted you to fuck me... to penetrate me... My cunt has been waiting for someone..."

Cathy, swaying her round buttocks, panted and frankly told David, "Ugh... so good... David... your... big cock is so amazing... your... big cock... is so good... it feels... so good... ugh... ugh... ugh... oh... oh... oh... oh... oh..." Cathy's moans, like sobs, echoed in the room.

“Cathy…you look so lewd right now…ah…it feels so good, your pussy…it’s so tight…what a beautiful cunt!” David praised her as he thrust his large penis vigorously.

“Ah…your big penis is so amazing, I can’t take it…I’m going crazy with pleasure…oh…ah…”

Cathy’s wanton moans made the air in the room vibrate.

Cathy lay on the bed in a doggy-style position, her full, mature body covered in sweat. She kept twisting her full, round buttocks to meet him, and every time David thrust his large penis deep inside, her proud breasts swayed, and wanton moans escaped from Cathy’s red lips.

"Mmm...ah...good...so good...oh...it feels so good...I love it the most...I love your big cock the most...ah...oh...so thick...so hard...big cock, David...ah...you're going to fuck me...my pussy will be ruined by your big cock...ah...I feel so good...oh...I feel so good...mmm...this feeling...harder...harder...fuck me to death...ah..."

Before long, Cathy's hands were almost too weak to support the weight of her upper body, and she could only stick her round buttocks up high. Her long, messy hair, the lewd expression on her pretty face, her seductive and swaying round buttocks, and her full and proud breasts all made David feel extremely stimulated. At this moment, David launched an even more violent thrusting, and the speed of his thrusting increased. At the same time, he used his hands to stimulate the clitoris on Cathy's lewd pussy.

“Ah…David…harder…fuck my pussy raw…oh…right there…don’t stop…faster…such a big cock, David…I want…to be fucked by your big…ah…big cock…ah…just like that…ah…I can’t take it…it’s coming again…I’m going to cum again…ah…”

David and Cathy became more and more intense. Eileen didn’t want to leave, yet she wanted to go further away. But her legs wouldn’t obey her commands. Gradually, her body grew hotter and hotter, and it felt as if a pair of large hands were roaming over her smooth skin, constantly arousing unbearable desire in her body.

She thought of David and Cathy making love on her bed. And those suppressed moans kept echoing in Eileen’s ears. Cathy’s seductive moans when she was extremely happy. If she were to make such shameful moans, she didn’t know how embarrassing it would be. But she had an urge to be caressed. They were still continuing. Cathy was moaning so wantonly, like a prostitute. Cathy was constantly disturbed by the ambiguous sounds. Her physical reaction slowly intensified.

From her own room came high-pitched moans, wave after wave of thrusts, and gradual bursts of pleasure. But slowly, a strange joy and anticipation, along with an indescribable excitement, rose within Eileen. These emotions intertwined, and Eileen bit her thin lips, squeezing her legs tightly together. Waves of desire surged through her body. As if gently teased and caressed by a hand, a surge of spring fever washed over her. She gritted her teeth and stood up, struggling to hold onto the handrail. Several times, the stimulation from that telepathic connection nearly made her fall, tormenting her, making her tense, trying to suppress her breathing, but only making it more rapid. She squeezed her legs together, feeling as if something was about to burst forth from her body.

Cathy's wanton moans seemed to echo her own desire.

Unable to bear Cathy's anticipation of their ending, she could no longer endure this torturous feeling. The moans in the room continued, and Cathy felt them acutely, gradually sensing David's powerful thrusts.

Eileen felt a strange itch in her body, a warmth spreading rapidly. She instinctively squeezed her legs together and bit her lip, but couldn't suppress the overwhelming pleasure that surged through her, assaulting her defenses. Every part of her body felt as if being caressed and teased by exquisite hands. With her eyes tightly closed, she dared not let out a wanton moan, but the ambiguous rubbing and slurring sounds and the decadent, lewd moans continued to reach her ears. Eileen's hands were now caressing her own breasts.

Could it be that she also wanted David?

A thought flashed through her mind, surprising Eileen. Hearing the moans coming from the room, Eileen couldn't help but wonder: Do men really enjoy it that much? During the time she was with her ex-boyfriend, watching those sizzling films and Japanese actresses on the screen, the women seemed so engrossed, but Eileen had never felt that way. Every time Eileen and her ex-boyfriend made love,

the feeling of being suspended in mid-air was unbearable for Eileen. Afterwards, she couldn't help but run to the bathroom and use her fingers to relieve herself. She had originally thought that such lewdness was just exaggerated acting. But now, seeing what she was seeing, she felt it was real. Eileen's fingers had already slipped inside her dress, and she finally touched herself. Eileen knew that continuing like this would make her lose herself. But she couldn't bear this torment any longer. But now those moans were right next to her ears, and the performers were her good friends Cathy and David. The fear of being discovered while eavesdropping and a unique kind of tension made it all the more unbearable.

Eileen felt her lips were a little dry, fantasizing about their intense battle, listening to Cathy's continuous, fiery moans. David's strong, muscular body pounded into her again and again, producing dull yet blush-inducing slapping sounds.

David was too strong. For some reason, Eileen couldn't help but think about being pinned down by David like this. Would she, like Cathy, moan and gasp uncontrollably, insatiably wanton? Gradually, the fantasies in her mind made her face flush, her breathing rapid, and her body's reactions grew stronger, tormenting her with an inescapable desire. Her mind was filled with only David's thrusting into her, constantly imagining being pounded under that strong, powerful body—it would be so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful

. "No. How could I have such thoughts?!" Eileen

regained a sliver of clarity and wanted to go downstairs to greet the guests. She struggled internally, desperately trying to shake off the absurd thoughts swirling in her mind, but the increasingly intense battle in her room extinguished the sliver of clarity she had just regained.

Cathy was completely intoxicated, utterly conquered by David, and she was ready to reciprocate. Cathy's body moved in perfect harmony, each response precise and unrestrained. Her fair, delicate arms encircled his neck, her long, beautiful legs wrapped around his waist, the frenzied thrusting bringing her unparalleled pleasure and stimulation. She needed to achieve the ultimate womanly happiness. Her body trembled wildly, her words dripping with lust, her snow-white, tender body reaching its peak again and again under the man's frenzied ravaging.

Gasping, moaning, violent shaking. In the darkness, a sea of desire raged, and Cathy, in her final frenzy, simultaneously reached her climax, a hysterical frenzy. "Oh! David, fuck me to death! No, I can't take it anymore, it's coming. Ah!!!" Cathy

was enjoying herself, but Eileen was overwhelmed by the sensation. The wanton moans and the man's heavy, savage breathing were enough to make her weak and limp. His hot, hard member seemed to have entered her most sensitive and slippery place. The impact, the rubbing, the exquisite stimulation—she was intoxicated. She was in heaven!!

If David hadn't noticed the many men and women engaged in their activities on the second floor earlier, he would have definitely noticed Eileen's moans. Half an hour later, the lobby on the first floor began to liven up. Many people started dancing, and some men began looking for female companions. David

wasn't tired at all from the previous encounter. Cathy had already climaxed three times, but he wasn't satisfied even once; it was Cathy who finally brought him to climax with her mouth. Taking a drink, David sat down on the sofa by the second-floor window, listening to music.

A few minutes later, a middle-aged man's voice came from behind him: "Young man, why are you all alone here?"

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Playboy David

turned his head and saw a middle-aged man around fifty years old whose face looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite place him. [If it were ten or twenty years ago, David would immediately recognize the man: Hugh Hefner, the founder of Playboy. He was famously known for enjoying beautiful women and fine wine. Hugh Hefner's appearance now is vastly different from what it will be ten or twenty years later.]

"There's still time, sit down and rest for a while," David said with a smile.

Hugh Hefner realized that David didn't recognize him, indicating that this was a different kind of young man. "You don't mind if I sit down?"

"Please sit down, I'm not the host."

"Haha! David Carnegie, you're quite an interesting young man," Hugh Hefner laughed.

"Thank you for the compliment." David only realized after speaking that the middle-aged man recognized him: "You know me?"

"I think no one in America wouldn't know the genius director David."

"You flatter me too much." David maintained the humble nature of a Chinese person.

"No, no. I'm telling the truth, I'm Hugh Hefner, it's a pleasure to meet you, David." "

David exclaimed in surprise, 'You're Hugh Hefner?'

'So David knows me too?'

'I've heard of you.'

'Haha! All the bad stuff, huh?' Hugh Hefner laughed.

'No, I think the most important thing is to be happy and not care too much about what others think.'" "David greatly envied Hugh Hefner in his past life. That was life! Beautiful women and fine wine were never lacking, and as for wealth, Hugh Hefner certainly didn't lack it either. In his past life, it was impossible to have such a life, but now that David had the opportunity, how could he possibly give it up? Without the Yin-Yang Technique, David was afraid he wouldn't be able to satisfy the beauties. Now, he'd only just begun practicing the Yin-Yang Technique, yet Sophie, Cathy, and others couldn't resist. Just now was the best proof. Cathy came three times, and he didn't satisfy her even once. The Yin-Yang Technique has eight more levels. He can already handle two women at once;

maybe he'll have a chance to handle ten in the future. Most importantly, David hasn't discovered that if a woman who is truly with him uses the Yin-Yang Technique, she basically won't fall for other men, nor will she like other men looking at or touching her. Of course, when David's skill is even deeper, the word 'basically' can be dropped. This avoids the danger of being cuckolded."

"Interesting, very interesting. David, we can be friends."

"I am very honored to be your friend." "

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"God, there are at least 80 to 100 million men in the world who like you. I can't even imagine it." David laughed.

"Haha! David is right." Hugh Hefner felt so happy being with David that he probably wouldn't mind if David asked him to give him ten beautiful women.

"Hefner, don't corrupt David." Madonna knew that Hefner was the most womanizing of all the playboys; the number of beauties he had slept with was unimaginable for most people.

Hugh Hefner had initially thought David was a good kid, someone he didn't even know. After chatting for a while, he realized they were kindred spirits. "Madonna, do you think that's possible?"

"Anyway, don't teach David your ways." Madonna was protecting David like a wife.

"What are you talking about?" Eileen had just brought herself to orgasm and then went to another room to wash up and change her panties before coming out.

"Nothing much, just chatting." Hefner thought today was really fun; Madonna was like a mother hen protecting David's chicks.

"Eileen, where did you go?" Madonna hadn't seen Eileen for half an hour.

"I got my clothes dirty and went to change." That's when everyone noticed Eileen's evening gown. Although it was still a white dress, the low-cut neckline had been replaced with a halter neck, completely covering her ample breasts. While not as alluring, it made them appear even more magnificent.

At this moment, Moni arrived and asked with a smile, "Hi everyone, has anyone seen Cathy?"

"What do you want with Cathy?" Madonna asked.

"I haven't seen her for almost an hour. Did she go back?"

"I don't know, I'll call and ask later." Eileen and David both knew, but neither of them said anything.

Just then, another beautiful woman ran up and said, "Hi everyone, oh! Eileen, it's great to see you here! Come on down, where has your host been for so long?"

"Let's all go down together?" Eileen blushed a little, thinking about what had just happened.

"Okay."

"Okay."

As they went down the stairs, Hefner whispered to David, "David, if you're free tonight, give me a call and let's go out."

"No problem." David had just exchanged business cards with Hefner.

Madonna had been watching David and Eileen closely. She had finally spotted David, only to have him interrupted by a group of people. But when they got downstairs, the invitations from everyone made Madonna's heart sink. These people were either wealthy or celebrities. If she refused them outright, Madonna would likely disappoint the public. "On the surface, celebrities are supported by fans and moviegoers. But whether it's shooting commercials, TV series, or movies, without someone paying, it's all for nothing. Especially in a capitalist society like the United States, offending those top families is basically equivalent to downfall."

Hefner hadn't been downstairs for a minute when several beautiful women surrounded him. Only Moni remained by his side. "David, let's dance."

"Yes, beautiful Moni." David took Moni's hand and walked to the center of the living room.

He held her soft, boneless hand in one hand and placed the other on her full waist, feeling the warmth of her body, smelling the alluring scent of a mature woman, and looking at this beauty so close to him. He felt a surge of pleasure and intoxication.

However, in the following moments, David finally felt a pang of embarrassment. Although Moni wasn't a professional dancer, she danced far better than him. Despite having learned some basic ballroom dancing, he was simply no match for Moni. Even with his thick skin, David felt a little embarrassed, especially since it wasn't their first meeting.

"Moni, your dancing is wonderful!" David praised, looking at the captivating beauty in his arms as they slowed down.

"Hehe, really?" Moni smiled at David's praise.

"Of course, you're one of the best dancers I've ever seen." David has danced with no more than ten women, and his dancing is no different from a beginner's.

"One of them?"

"Eileen dances very well too."

"Then which one of us do you like best?" Moni's voluptuous body pressed against David, her exceptionally full and alluring breasts trembling incessantly, a deep cleavage displaying her magnificence. Moni was well aware of David's physical changes. "You bad boy!"

"There's a saying in China, 'Women don't love men who aren't a little bad,'" David whispered in Moni's ear.

Moni was already aroused by David, so the two switched positions, where no one could see what David's hands were doing. David's arm, supporting her voluptuous waist, involuntarily slid down to her exceptionally full buttocks, feeling their amazing elasticity. David's lower body was already aroused, his touch on her private parts causing both of them to tremble involuntarily. Moni, her face flushed, leaned against David, her exceptionally full breasts pressed tightly against him, already deformed, her two alluring nipples hard and rubbing against his body.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Eat the Actress First, Then the Singer.

David never expected that Moni and Cathy, two moderately famous actresses and singers, would be like this. Years ago, when they came to Los Angeles, they couldn't afford decent accommodations and were brutally raped, leaving them traumatized. They seemed very open-minded, but that was just a facade.

Tens of thousands of people come to Los Angeles every day, hoping to make something of themselves, but how many succeed? Many can't even afford decent motels, and some can't even afford food. Many people in China think foreign countries are better, with better welfare. Actually, that's only good for rich people; just look at how many districts a city has. For ordinary people, it's definitely better to stay in China, even though many wealthy people immigrate now, most of them are doing something shady.

"David, no, no," Moni whispered.

"Cathy said you'd serve me too," David whispered in Moni's ear.

"Ah!" Moni actually climaxed under David's caresses; her panties were wet, and a few drops fell to the floor.

He had seen several rooms in the lobby from upstairs and pulled Moni into a utility room.

Closing the door, David embraced Moni, then kissed her red lips, pried open her teeth, and captured her tongue. They kissed deeply, and his hands slid from her waist down to her plump, rounded buttocks, kneading and squeezing them incessantly. Through the thin dress, it felt like sinking into flesh—soft, plump, and irresistible to David.

Then, embracing each other, the two turned from the doorway into the utility room. Near the utility table, David had Moni turn around and place her hands on the table. Then, chuckling, without removing their clothes, David first lifted Moni's dress, rolling it up to her waist, revealing her plump, pert buttocks. A thin thong tightly wrapped around her private parts, and at a glance, one could see that she was already wet, her sexy panties already damp. A seductive scent wafted over, making David impatient to remove his restraints, revealing his already erect and ready-to-go erection. He pushed aside the last bit of resistance and forcefully thrust inside.

"Oh!" Feeling David's frenzy behind her, Moni looked down, her eyes slightly glazed as she watched their movements. With each stroke of David's hands, her breasts, already freed from their restraints, trembled violently. One of David's hands rested on her waist, while the other climbed onto her large breasts, too big for one hand to grasp, kneading them. The cherry-like nipples on her breasts were a tempting red-purple.

Feeling the stretching and swelling below and the tingling in her chest, feeling David's frenzy, Moni tossed her slightly disheveled hair, raised her head, and moaned continuously. At the same time, her body twisted and turned, her plump buttocks adjusting their movements to match David's assault.

The possibility of someone entering at any moment amplified the strange feelings between the two. Neither David nor Moni had ever felt this way before—excitement, thrill, and a touch of apprehension. This complex mix of emotions fueled their frenzied activity, and the entire storeroom was soon enveloped in a hazy, decadent atmosphere. The man's heavy breathing and the woman's moans blended together.

"Ah... I'm... coming..." After what seemed like an eternity, David had already completed his first encounter, and the second was even more intense. Moni was no match for David; her defeat was understandable, and she could only allow David to embrace her and continue his advances. But just then, the door opened; neither of them had noticed to lock it.

"It's you?" David was somewhat surprised; it was pop diva Madonna. Actually, David and Moni had been dancing together and then running to the janitor's room, all under Madonna's watchful eye. Madonna only entered when Moni was about to climax.

Moni was still caught up in her orgasm, panting heavily. "So you two were secretly hiding here for some fun?"

"What brings you here?" Moni turned around at the sound of her voice and saw Madonna, unsure whether to be surprised or shy.

"You can come, but I can't?"

"You want it too?"

Madonna smiled but didn't speak. She took two steps forward and knelt between David's legs. David knew what Madonna wanted; to enjoy the oral services of pop diva Madonna was truly one of life's greatest pleasures. Madonna was utterly shocked by David's appearance, but she couldn't resist the allure of his erect penis. She leaned closer to his crotch, and a strong, pungent smell emanated from it, filling her nostrils. This smell further aroused her. She noticed a single, clear drop of fluid at the tip of his penis and, without hesitation, licked it, savoring it.

The pleasure emanating from the tip caused David to groan, his body arching involuntarily. Even in high heels, Madonna was around 1.70 meters tall. A pair of hands instinctively supported Madonna's head. Madonna hadn't expected David to be interested in her oral sex. In response, Madonna reached out and tightly grasped David's erect penis, beginning to rub her lips against the tip. Waves of pleasure surged from his groin, causing David to tremble all over. His hands slowly increased their pressure, pressing Madonna's head towards his genitals. Madonna obediently complied

, allowing David's thick penis to move in and out of her mouth. David could even feel Madonna stroking his testicles. Madonna's smooth tongue sometimes gently swirled and licked David's head, sometimes gliding back and forth quickly; sometimes it licked like a gentle breeze, giving David a soothing, spring-like feeling; sometimes it licked fiercely like a storm, bringing David a surging, tingling sensation, like a gushing spring.

After licking back and forth for a while, Madonna opened her mouth and slowly took David's head into her cherry-like mouth. David immediately felt so smooth, so good, so stimulating. David unconsciously reached out and hugged Madonna's head, pressing it down hard, making Madonna's mouth hold it even tighter. With the rise and fall of Madonna's head, a mesmerizing sound suddenly rang out, the "plop, plop" sound making David completely intoxicated.

Madonna's small mouth tightly enveloped David's large penis, leaving no gap. Her cheeks rose and fell with David's thrusts, and a soft, moist tongue rested on the neck below the head, her teeth gently rubbing against it. Her technique was far more skillful than any prostitute David had ever been with. This kind of "blowjob" was not something everyone could enjoy, and David was completely captivated.

Madonna's tongue moved deftly, and David held Madonna's head with both hands, thrusting his lower body and increasing the frequency of his strokes. His long penis plunged deep into Madonna's throat, and with each thrust, strands of saliva spilled from the corners of her tightly closed mouth. David reached inside Madonna's pink shirt, kneading and pressing her high, full, and elastic breasts through her bra. David felt Madonna's breasts grow bigger, firmer, and more elastic with each touch, and he could even feel her nipples standing erect through her bra.

His large penis thrust in and out of Madonna's mouth about a hundred times. Suddenly, a heat surged in his lower abdomen, and a tremendous urge made David want to ejaculate. "I must say, Madonna's technique is really good; no wonder foreign women have bigger mouths,"

Moni remarked, watching the two with excitement. David and Madonna felt the same way, given the audience nearby. In less than two minutes, David's genitals were covered in Madonna's saliva. David pulled Madonna up. Madonna, of course, knew what David wanted to do. She smiled at Moni and then, like Moni, grabbed the table.

David lifted Madonna's dress, revealing her alluring black thong. Pulling the thong aside, he revealed Madonna's mysterious, wet vulva.

Holding Madonna's beautiful buttocks, he made her fully arch her back—a pose that was incredibly seductive. David stood behind Madonna, his dragon head touching the entrance to her paradise. The opening remained so small, as if it had never been explored before. This only indicated Madonna's exceptional ability and the remarkable elasticity of her vagina.

David was overjoyed, thinking, "This is a rare gem!"

The thought of entering that tight hole again filled him with excitement. He quickly guided his large penis to the narrow opening, lowered his waist, and thrust his hips forward, producing a "plop" sound as his penis plunged deep into her flower path. Madonna trembled, feeling her lower body filled with his large penis again. A wave of pleasure washed over her. "Oh..." Madonna couldn't help but moan.

His penis rubbed against her tight vaginal muscles, and David felt enveloped in warmth, feeling incredibly good. He didn't take it slow anymore; he went straight for the kill, thrusting forcefully back and forth, each stroke deep and decisive. David, supporting Madonna's beautiful, rounded buttocks, rhythmically thrust his large penis in and out of her hot, moist vagina. David loved this "old man pushing a cart" position because he could see her alluring buttocks and watch his penis going in and out of her paradise. This position was perfect for a woman with a large bottom.

David watched as his penis pushed open Madonna's petals, going in and out repeatedly. Madonna's petals were turned outwards, and more and more lustful fluid gushed from her vagina, clear and transparent, forming a bright layer on the ground. The fluid remaining at the entrance turned into white foam due to the friction of his penis.

Their battle excited Moni, who embraced David and gave him a passionate kiss. David and Moni kissed passionately. The moment David's lips touched Moni's, her tongue darted out, deftly exploring his mouth. David, excited, also extended his tongue, and their tongues intertwined. Instantly, the room filled with the warmth of spring.

David continued like this for about twenty minutes, and amidst moans, Madonna reached another climax. Then David flipped Madonna over, supporting her buttocks, and lifted her up. Madonna, limp and weak, wrapped her arms around David's neck and her legs tightly around his waist. David began carrying Madonna around the room, tossing her body as he walked and thrusting his large penis deeper, launching another round of attacks.

This position was tiring, but fortunately, Madonna was slender enough that at first, his large penis couldn't fully reach her clitoris. However, as they became more skilled, their coordination improved, and with David's powerful thrusts, his large penis, deep inside Madonna, quickly reached the very end of her vaginal canal.

Each time Madonna was tossed up and thrust into, she cried out loudly, her body rising and falling to meet David's movements. After about ten minutes of this, Madonna began to scream wildly again, her head shaking wildly, her hair flying wildly, her body twisting erratically. Madonna's vaginal canal tightly gripped David's large penis, and a tremendous suction force from deep within her seemed to be sucking at the head, like a black hole swallowing everything.

David knew that this series of stimulations had brought Madonna to orgasm, so he went to Madonna's door, laid her down against the door, lifted her left leg with his right hand, and thrust his hips violently. David was also close to orgasm; making love with this incredibly seductive woman always excited him, making him want to reach the pinnacle of sexual pleasure with Madonna. "Ah! David, shoot...shoot inside!"

Madonna, sensing David's arousal, cried out wildly, her hands kneading her breasts wantonly. A gush of sticky, lustful fluid erupted from the depths of her vagina, coating the tip of his penis, her clitoris opening and closing, sucking at it. "Ah!"

David couldn't help but groan, thrusting deeply, pressing against Madonna's clitoris. His writhing hips stopped moving, then he released Madonna's ankles, tightly gripping her buttocks. A surge of semen erupted, drenching Madonna's clitoris. Extreme pleasure washed over David like a tsunami, instantly overwhelming him. The two had once again reached the pinnacle of their lovemaking.

During their time in the utility room, two beauties, Cathy, woke up after resting for half an hour and, finding David missing, went downstairs to look for him. The other, naturally, was Eileen, celebrating her birthday, also looking for David. As for the playboy Hefner, despite being surrounded by beauties, he still wanted to talk to David.

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