[Urban] The Mortal World (Complete) - 39

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Zhou Menglong himself hadn't expected that he possessed such great ability, persisting for so long with Zheng Yuru, allowing her to experience endless pleasure four times in a row. Looking at Zheng Yuru beside him, her face covered in sweat, Zhou Menglong felt a surge of accomplishment. Putting aside how beautiful, stunning, charming, and elegant Zheng Yuru was, the fact that she was Wang Yuanhe's wife was enough to make Zhou Menglong extremely proud. You must know that in Jiangdu City, Wang Yuanhe's status was second only to the emperor, above tens of thousands of others. And now, Wang Yuanhe's wife was with him. Could any ordinary man even imagine this?
Zhou Menglong, embracing Zheng Yuru, was filled with smugness. After kissing her delicate face, he said, "Sister Zheng, this place is really nice. We were making so much noise, but we didn't disturb anyone." Suddenly, Zhou Menglong realized something important and turned to look intently at Zheng Yuru's beautiful face. "Sister Zheng, tell me the truth, how did you find this place, and who brought you here?"
Zhou Menglong suddenly thought that this private room was so secluded, and judging from the large sofa, bed, and wine, it was clearly designed for lovers' rendezvous. Since Zheng Yuru had brought him here, did she come here often? And every time, was she accompanied by a young and handsome man? Thinking about this, a pang of jealousy rose in Zhou Menglong's heart.
Zheng Yuru was enjoying Zhou Menglong's tenderness. The tall and handsome man in front of her brought her so many surprises. This beautiful woman, who had been alone in her room for nearly ten years, suddenly felt her heartstrings tremble. Her heart was now completely tied to Zhou Menglong. Thinking back to how she had gone from hesitant to accepting his advances, to finally giving in to his teasing, and then finally being unable to resist her inner impulses and desires, and begging him to possess her, Zheng Yuru couldn't help but blush. But thinking of the pleasure this man had brought her, her heart was filled with a sweet feeling.
Hearing Zhou Menglong ask her this question suddenly, Zheng Yuru was slightly taken aback. She subconsciously turned her head to look at him, and upon seeing him, she noticed a hint of jealousy on his face. Zheng Yuru immediately realized that Zhou Menglong had remembered something. Under these circumstances, her delicate face flushed even more. After giving Zhou Menglong a playful glare, she said, "Menglong, what are you thinking about?" She then sighed softly
, "Let me tell you, I'm the boss of the hotel industry. All the hotels in Jiangdu City are led by me, so I naturally know the hotels in Jiangdu City very well. When a small bar like this opened, they naturally invited me, which is why I know about this place. Besides, this is my first time here since it opened." "I've treated you like that so badly, and yet you're still there, so suspicious and paranoid. Menglong, do you think I'm a promiscuous woman? I'm so heartbroken."
The beautiful Zheng Yuru, though she hadn't been with a man for nearly ten years, as the mayor's wife and the head of Jiangdu's hotel industry, knew exactly how to attract a man's attention. She first explained to Zhou Menglong, then feigned a pitiful, girlish demeanor. Although Zheng Yuru was initially faking it, the thought of Wang Yuanhe, with whom she had been estranged for ten years, and how she had suffered because of him after his arrest, causing her hotel business to plummet, made her realize how deeply she had fallen for a man, yet he didn't believe her. Zheng Yuru's eyes reddened, and she almost burst into tears.
Seeing Zheng Yuru's tearful expression, Zhou Menglong felt a surge of tenderness. He gently kissed her delicate face and whispered, "Sister Zheng, I'm sorry. I... I love you so much, that's why... that's why I'm like this. I'm so sorry, it's not good of me, Sister Zheng. Please don't be like this, it breaks my heart to see you like this. Really, Sister Zheng, I was wrong, okay?"
Seeing Zhou Menglong's anxious expression, Zheng Yuru felt a warmth in her heart. In that moment, she couldn't help but... She smiled slightly at Zhou Menglong: "Menglong, alright, I'm not upset about your suspicions. I'm just upset about what happened to me, you little devil. I don't know how I ended up on your boat, even though I'm more than twenty years older than you. Life is truly unpredictable. Sigh, Menglong, I don't dare to hope for anything. I just hope you'll treat me better in the future, and if you have time, spend more time with me. That would be enough for me."
As she said this, Zheng Jueru sighed softly, a look of desolation appearing on her delicate face. Seeing this expression, Zhou Menglong felt a pang of pain in his heart. After kissing Zheng Yuru's pretty face again, he said firmly, "Sister Zheng, don't worry, you're my woman. I won't let you suffer. As long as I, Zhou Menglong, am here, no one in Jiangdu City will dare to bully you. Although I don't have that power now, I dare say that given a few years, the entire Jiangdu City will be mine. Sister Zheng, don't worry, I will protect you well."
Zheng Yuru opened her big, watery eyes and looked at Zhou Menglong. The words coming out of this man's mouth were naturally not worth laughing at to Zheng Yuru, a woman who had been through many political and business circles. But for some reason, looking at Zhou Menglong's almost domineering manner, Zheng Yuru suddenly felt that this young man was not just making random statements to win her favor. This young man might really be able to do all that. Looking at Zhou Menglong, Zheng Yuru nestled happily into his arms, and a sweet smile of love appeared on her delicate face.
"By the way, Sister Zheng, you need to arrange a table for me tomorrow. I want the best private room, but the table shouldn't be too big, just enough to seat seven or eight people. If you arrange this properly, I refuse to believe that the best restaurant in Jiangdu City would fail just because the owner is Wang Yuanhe's wife." Hearing Zhou Menglong say this, Zheng Yuru's heart skipped a beat. "Menglong, what do you mean? What you just said to me wasn't a joke. Are you really going to invite people to my restaurant?"
Zheng Yuru suddenly remembered her conversation with Zhou Menglong in the office. At first, she thought Zhou Menglong was just joking, so she didn't take it seriously. But she didn't expect him to say something like this now. Under these circumstances, Zheng Yuru realized that Zhou Menglong wasn't joking, so she couldn't help but ask him.
Zhou Menglong smiled slightly: "Of course, Sister Zheng, do you think I'm lying to you? Let me tell you, there are two things I won't do. First, I won't lie to the woman I love. Second, I won't fall in love with those promiscuous women. Apart from these two things, I can do anything else. Okay, Sister Zheng, don't worry. After this meal, although I can't say I can bring Golden Beauty back to life, I can guarantee that she will at least be better off than she is now. And there's one more thing you have to listen to me. You understand, you must stay with me." " These are the guests I invited."
Zhou Menglong's words made Zheng Yuru's heart skip a beat, and a sweet feeling welled up inside her. Under these circumstances, Zheng Yuru couldn't help but open her big, watery eyes and look at Zhou Menglong: "Menglong, I... I want to eat with you... this... this isn't appropriate, is it?" Zhou Menglong shook his head: "Sister Zheng, you've misunderstood me. I want you to come with me because, firstly, you're the owner of this restaurant. Without Wang Yuanhe's influence, you need to act like a businesswoman and build good relationships with the customers."
At this point, Zhou Menglong glanced at Zheng Yuru. Seeing that she was listening attentively, he continued, "Sister Zheng, to be honest, you shouldn't take this personally. The Golden Beauty's decor and class are top-notch in Jiangdu City. These days, there are plenty of wealthy people. When they come to your place to eat, it might not be for the taste, but for the prestige. So the Golden Beauty won't stoop to this level."
“But as Wang Yuanhe’s wife, you might naturally exhibit some of the mayor’s wife’s mannerisms. Although these are unintentional, you should understand that the guests remember them. When Mayor Wang was around, people would come because of him, but when he’s gone, they definitely won’t come anymore.” Zhou Menglong said this because he suddenly recalled his first meeting with Zheng Yuru. Thinking of Zheng Yuru’s haughty and arrogant manner at the time, Zhou Menglong vaguely felt that the Golden Beauty’s current business might be related to Wang Yuanhe’s downfall, but it was not entirely unrelated to Zheng Yuru’s service attitude.
Because his relationship with Zheng Yuru had grown closer, Zhou Menglong shared his thoughts. After he finished speaking, he noticed a thoughtful expression in Zheng Yuru's large, watery eyes, knowing she was pondering the problem. He smiled slightly and said, "Sister Zheng, so we need to approach this from two angles. First, we need to eliminate the impact of Wang Yuanhe's downfall on your hotel. Second, you need to improve the quality of your staff, helping them overcome their arrogant attitude and start afresh. Of course, this should begin with you, and you can leave the task of eliminating the impact to me. I believe that as long as we work together, we will definitely improve the business of Golden Beauty Hotel."
Zheng Yuru looked up at Zhou Menglong. At that moment, her large, watery eyes held not only admiration but also a hint of respect, and she sighed softly. After saying this, Zheng Yuru rested her head on Zhou Menglong's broad chest: "Menglong, I've been wondering too, why did business become so bad after Wang Yuanhe fell from power? One Wang Yuanhe couldn't possibly have that much power, and with his influence, he couldn't possibly affect so many people. Now that I've heard what you said, I've found the crux of the problem. Okay, Menglong, I'll listen to you, let's do it this way."
The next day at work, Zhou Menglong turned down all the requests to give reports and instead focused on making phone calls in his office. After parting ways with Zheng Yuru yesterday, Zhou Menglong had already thought about who he should invite to dinner. Wang Yuanhe had been arrested by the Discipline Inspection Commission, so some people were afraid to eat at the Golden Beauty Restaurant, probably because they were afraid the Discipline Inspection Commission would say they were involved with Wang Yuanhe. What kind of effect would it have if he invited Liu Yumei and the Secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission of the Fourth District to the restaurant?
Of course, Zhou Menglong also needed to invite the directors of the reception offices in the four districts. These directors wielded considerable power; aside from places specifically requested by leaders, they had the final say on all official receptions. If these businesses were brought to Golden Beauty, then Golden Beauty's minimum customer base would be guaranteed. These directors, having reached such positions, were naturally close associates of the district party secretaries and heads. If they relayed Liu Yumei's message, there would be no doubt that these leaders would come to support Golden Beauty.
Acting on his idea, Zhou Menglong first went to see Liu Yumei. Liu Yumei was naturally pleased to see him and readily agreed to his request. Seeing Liu Yumei's agreement, Zhou Menglong became even more confident. Under these circumstances, he then made phone calls to the secretaries of the discipline inspection commissions in the four districts. These secretaries, upon hearing that Liu Yumei would be attending the banquet, readily agreed to come to Golden Beauty that evening.
Zhou Menglong also called the four directors of the reception offices. These directors were all shrewd individuals. When they heard that Zhou Menglong, a rising star of the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection, was inviting them to dinner, and at the Golden Lady Hotel no less, they all vaguely sensed something was amiss. So, the directors of three of the reception offices readily agreed. Only one director hesitated for a while before reluctantly agreeing. This director was Shen Mengdie, the director of the Changyang District Reception Office.
As Zhou Menglong was about to leave work, he was heading to the Golden Beauty Hotel when Liu Yumei suddenly called, saying that Qian Feilan was also attending the banquet. Moreover, due to Qian Feilan's influence, the district party secretaries from all four districts had agreed to attend. This unexpected bonus naturally delighted Zhou Menglong. He knew that Qian Feilan and Liu Yumei were aware of their relationship with each other, but these two shrewd women, skilled in navigating the officialdom, wouldn't make a fuss about it. Instead, they secretly kept in touch. The reason these two important figures were attending was because of him. Touched by Qian Feilan and Liu Yumei's understanding, Zhou Menglong immediately called Zheng Yuru, asking her to prepare two private rooms. Zheng Yuru, surprised by Zhou Menglong's influence, was overjoyed and began making meticulous preparations. By the time Zhou Menglong arrived at the Golden Beauty Hotel, Zheng Yuru was already there. Upon entering the Golden Beauty restaurant, Zhou Menglong immediately sensed a difference from yesterday. Every staff member wore a friendly smile, and the hint of arrogance that had previously lingered in their expressions had vanished. These waiters had undergone special training, and after
Zheng Yuru
's guidance, they had naturally returned to their natural role as waiters. This attitude made Zhou Menglong feel right at home as soon as he entered the restaurant. Seeing this, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but secretly admire Zheng Yuru's decisive and effective management.
Upon arriving at the arranged private room, Zhou Menglong saw Zheng Yuru waiting inside. Seeing him, a hint of joy appeared on Zheng Yuru's delicate face. She quickly walked towards him, almost reaching out to take his arm, but then remembered they were in a hotel. Doing so would undoubtedly reveal their relationship, so she stopped, withdrawing her hand. A touch of shyness appeared on her pretty face.
Today, Zheng Yuru, like the other waitresses, wore a long, brightly colored robe, but her robe was of better quality. Her hair was styled in a high bun, and although her face was unadorned, her skin was flawless, her eyes bright and clear, giving her a naturally captivating charm.
Looking at Zheng Yuru's tall figure, full breasts, and slender waist, and smelling the unique fragrance of a mature woman emanating from her, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but recall the crazy scene he had with Zheng Yuru at the Love Bar yesterday. Thinking of this, Zhou Menglong's heart fluttered slightly.
"Mr. Zhou, hello. Are you satisfied with the decor here? Are you satisfied with our service? If you're not satisfied, please tell us, and we'll work hard to improve it so you can enjoy satisfactory service," Zheng Yuru said playfully, her pretty face flushing even more as she noticed Zhou Menglong looking at her. She suddenly bowed slightly in a polite gesture.
After yesterday's events, Zheng Yuru suddenly felt that the world was full of sunshine, and things had become so beautiful. This was a feeling she had only experienced when she was eighteen to twenty-two and in love. Feeling this long-lost feeling return, Zheng Yuru felt even more grateful to Zhou Menglong. Now, her heart held no room for anyone else but Zhou Menglong.
Seeing Zheng Yuru's expression, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but smile slightly. Zheng Yuru's delicate face was filled with a sunny smile, which deeply affected Zhou Menglong. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but smile mischievously: "Satisfied? How could I not be satisfied, Miss? What's your surname? May I sleep in your bed tonight? If so, I would be more than satisfied."
Zheng Yuru never expected Zhou Menglong to say such things. Her heart skipped a beat, and feeling a little guilty, she turned around. Seeing that no one was around, she bit her lip and stared at Zhou Menglong with her large, watery eyes: "Menglong, you're going to die! You...you actually talk to me like that here? Are you out of your mind?" At this point, Zheng Yuru's tone changed, becoming unusually seductive, and her large, watery eyes shimmered as if they were about to overflow: "Sir, if you're willing, tonight is fine too. I can serve you well. However, you can't ask for four times like yesterday, otherwise, I won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow."
Seeing the shimmering light in Zheng Yuru's eyes as she spoke ... Seeing the flowing movement, Zhou Menglong knew Zheng Yuru wasn't joking. The thought of once again savoring this beautiful woman's exquisite body tonight made his mouth dry. Just as he was about to say something, Zheng Yuru said, "Menglong, I've thought it through. There are some things I need to clarify with you."
Zhou Menglong was slightly taken aback, about to ask what Zheng Yuru wanted to say, when he suddenly strode past her, saying, "Secretary Qian, Secretary Liu, you're here!" It turned out that Zhou Menglong was facing the entrance and saw Liu Yumei and Qian Feilan walking in together. He quickly went to greet them, and Zheng Yuru, hearing Zhou Menglong's words, also turned around and followed behind him.
The four women immediately started chatting and laughing upon meeting. This is where Zheng Yuru's status became apparent. Although facing two heavyweights from Jiangdu City, Zheng Yuru chatted and laughed with them, quickly becoming one of them. Her humorous remarks frequently made Liu Yuemei and Qian Feilan, two beautiful women known for their maturity and composure, burst into laughter.
Watching the three beautiful women laughing heartily, Zhou Menglong was naturally overjoyed. These three women were all Zhou Menglong's women, but each had her own strengths and charm, and their beauty was not uniform. Imagining them writhing and pleasuring him, a wicked smile crept onto Zhou Menglong's lips. He wondered what it would be like to have all three beautiful women serve him at once.
As Qian Feilan and Liu Yuemei entered the restaurant, the people Zhou Menglong had invited arrived one after another. Knowing that he needed their help, Zhou Menglong volunteered to act as a greeter, welcoming them at the entrance. By 7 p.m., all sorts of people had arrived. According to Zhou Menglong's arrangement, Qian Feilan and Liu Yuemei, because of their higher rank, sat in a private room with the district party secretaries and the district discipline inspection secretaries of the four districts, while Zhou Menglong and Zheng Yuru sat in a private room with the directors of the reception offices of the four districts .
Zhou Menglong wasn't worried about the contents of Liu Yumei and Qian Feilan's package. With these two seasoned officials around, he was confident they could clearly convey his meaning. His current task was to ensure the people in the private room were well taken care of. Although young, Zhou Menglong was on par with the four directors of the reception office. Because of his position within the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection, he was given the seat of honor, while the four directors sat around him. Zheng Yuru, currently only the restaurant owner, was seated at the very end. Zhou Menglong had initially thought Zheng Yuru wouldn't be able to overcome her reservations, but seeing her chatting enthusiastically with the four directors, he relaxed.
Only one person stood out from the others. This person entered with a calm expression, ignoring everyone. Even when Zhou Menglong greeted her, she merely nodded indifferently. After the meal began, she sat there silently, only emptying her glass of wine. Soon, the alcohol flushed her delicate face, adding a touch of alluring charm to her mature elegance. This person was none other than Shen Mengdie, the director of the Changyang District Reception Office.
Today, Shen Mengdie wore a white, tight-fitting dress. Her long, black hair flowed casually over her shoulders, the ends curled in waves, giving this woman in her late thirties a youthful and vibrant charm. Her large, watery eyes, though not overtly expressive, held a subtle, lingering resentment in their shimmering light. Zhou Menglong, who was half-focused on Shen Mengdie, could still sense that she seemed troubled. A platinum necklace
adorned her swan-like neck, making it appear even longer and more graceful, causing one to involuntarily swallow hard. Shen Mengdie's shoulders were slightly slender, but not in a way that suggested fragility; rather, they accentuated her delicate features, as if this beautiful young woman at that moment desperately needed care and attention.
Shen Mengdie's breasts, though encased in her top, appeared perfectly round and pert. Perhaps due to her postpartum period, they seemed even fuller and more alluring, almost bursting forth from her white fitted dress, possessing an invisible magic that drew men's eyes to them. Her abdomen remained soft
yet firm, perfectly flat, and her waist was slender, lacking the postpartum bulk of a young woman. Instead, she appeared plump and captivating. Her willow-like waist swayed in the breeze, inspiring a sense of infatuation and a desire to hold her close and caress her.
Shen Mengdie's shapely breasts, encased in a tight-fitting dress, were displayed beautifully before Zhou Menglong. The beauty was indescribable; Zhou Menglong's heart skipped a beat upon seeing them, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of urge to reach out and touch them, to experience their fullness and elasticity.
Shen Mengdie wore a tight-fitting dress, the hem only reaching the top of her thighs, fully displaying her legs. Encased in white stockings, they appeared long and straight, yet full and alluring. Such legs could easily ignite the most primal desires in any man. Zhou Menglong gasped several times upon seeing Shen Mengdie's legs.
The tight-fitting dress accentuated Shen Mengdie's alluring figure, revealing her full and soft body. It possessed both the subtle charm of a mature young woman and the maternal glow of a new mother. Coupled with the faint hint of resentment in her large, watery eyes, this beautiful woman appeared so seductive and alluring, so utterly captivating.
Looking at Shen Mengdie, Zhou Menglong suddenly recalled the scene at the Changyang District Committee when he saw the wet patch on Shen Mengdie's chest. Thinking of this, Zhou Menglong suddenly felt a warmth in his heart: "Sister Shen doesn't seem to have anything on her mind. It seems I'll have to ask her properly later. Sister Shen is one of the first women who made my heart flutter. If she has any problems, I certainly won't stand idly by."
He made up his mind, but with the directors of the reception offices of the four districts present, Zhou Menglong couldn't ask anything. So he could only pretend to ignore Shen Mengdie and chat and laugh with the people around him. Although Shen Mengdie was sitting there, her big, watery eyes would always intentionally or unintentionally look at Zhou Menglong's tall figure. When she saw Zhou Menglong's words and the mature and beautiful Zheng Yuru laughing loudly from time to time, the resentful look in her eyes seemed to become even more obvious.
Seeing the atmosphere at the dinner table gradually becoming more lively, Zhou Menglong picked up his wine glass and stood up. Everyone, not knowing what Zhou Menglong was going to do, also picked up their wine glasses and stood up, looking at Zhou Menglong: "My good friends and brothers, the main reason I, Zhou Menglong, am hosting this dinner today is to tell you that I have a god-sister. This god-sister is the owner of this restaurant. I think you are all very familiar with her. She is Ms. Zheng Yuru."
Zhou Menglong's words didn't seem unusual to the three people at the table. Such sworn sibling relationships were common in official circles, and everyone was used to it. Only two people showed unusual expressions. One of them was Zheng Yuru. Upon hearing Zhou Menglong's words, Zheng Yuru's face changed. She was first surprised, then delighted. Immediately, as if she had just realized something, Zheng Yuru also picked up her wine glass: "Come on, my brother and I will toast everyone together."
The other person whose face stiffened slightly was Shen Mengdie, who had been silent all along. Seeing Zheng Yuru holding a wine glass and standing in front of Zhou Menglong, Shen Mengdie felt a pang of sadness for some reason. Before Zheng Yuru and Zhou Menglong could finish speaking, she suddenly tilted her head back and drank a full glass of white wine. Then, she poured another glass.
Seeing Shen Mengdie's actions, Zhou Menglong's heart stirred slightly, as if he realized something. However, at this moment, the other three directors of the reception office were all offering their congratulations, leaving Zhou Menglong no time to attend to Shen Mengdie. So he could only raise his glass: "Gentlemen, since this restaurant is owned by my sister, and you are all prominent figures, I hope you can come and support my sister more often. Hehe, I'll drink this glass first as a toast."
As mentioned before, these directors of the reception office were all shrewd and experienced people. First, they saw that the district's top leader and the secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission had been invited to the restaurant, and now they heard Zhou Menglong say this. How could these people not understand Zhou Menglong's meaning? Immediately, the three of them expressed that they would definitely come and support him. Seeing that everyone had drunk their wine, Zhou Menglong gave Zheng Yuru a wink, and left the private room with Zheng Yuru.
As soon as the lingering fragrance of the toilet lingered after
leaving the private room, Zheng Yuru looked at Zhou Menglong with seductive eyes: "Menglong, you, you've done something so important, why didn't you discuss it with me?" Zhou Menglong looked at Zheng Yuru's beautiful face and smiled slightly: "Sister Zheng, look at what you're saying, this is such a small matter, do I need to discuss it with you? Don't say anything more, I've already thought it through. You've suffered so much, from now on I will definitely use a very advantageous position to protect you. As long as you're willing, I'll be your little brother forever. Don't worry, Sister Zheng, I will definitely make sure you live a happy life for the rest of your days."
Zheng Yuru looked at the serious look on Zhou Menglong's face as he spoke, and felt a surge of emotion. Of course, Zheng Yuru knew... Zheng Yuru thought that Zhou Menglong was doing this for her own good. Although she had already spent the night with Zhou Menglong yesterday, she was nearly ten years older than him, and Zhou Menglong would never give her a formal title. But now, Zhou Menglong had announced to everyone that he was his younger brother, which was equivalent to giving her a formal title. First, she could be with Zhou Menglong legitimately. Second, if anything happened to her, Zhou Menglong could stand up for her. After acknowledging this relationship, it could be said that with Zhou Menglong's help, Zheng Yuru would have no problem living happily for the rest of her life. Not to mention anything else, just Zhou Menglong's superpowers in bed would be enough for Zheng Yuru to cherish for a lifetime.
"Alright, Sister Zheng, don't be so sentimental. Come on, let's go to that private room and announce our relationship so that we have a legitimate reason to eat this meal." What could Zheng Yuru say at this point? She nodded obediently and followed behind Zhou Menglong. Seeing Zheng Yuru's gentle and submissive demeanor, Zhou Menglong's lust was aroused. If they weren't in a hotel, Zhou Menglong might have already pulled Zheng Yuru's soft and alluring body into his arms and taken her right there and then.
In another private room, the others didn't seem surprised at all when Zhou Menglong announced their relationship. Qian Feilan and Liu Yumei gave Zheng Yuru a meaningful look after hearing Zhou Menglong's words. Zheng Yuru, having been in officialdom for a long time, naturally knew that the two women had seen through her relationship with Zhou Menglong, and she blushed with embarrassment. The district party secretaries and discipline inspection secretaries of the four districts, upon hearing Zhou Menglong's announcement, assumed that Qian Feilan and Liu Yumei had arranged this, and immediately offered their congratulations repeatedly, expressing their promise to take good care of Zheng Yuru's business.
Seeing that their goal had been achieved, Zhou Menglong and Zheng Yuru were about to leave, but the others were not happy about it and insisted that Zhou Menglong and Zheng Yuru offer them drinks. Helpless, Zhou Menglong and Zheng Yuru had no choice but to pick up their glasses and each offer a glass, and the others returned the favor with a glass. In this way, the two of them drank more than a dozen glasses of baijiu. Zhou Menglong was a little better, only feeling a little dizzy, but Zheng Yuru was different. After drinking more than a dozen glasses of wine, a hint of mist appeared in Zheng Yuru's pair of watery eyes, and a blush appeared on her delicate face, making Zheng Yuru look even more stunningly beautiful.
Seeing that Zheng Yuru was somewhat drunk, Zhou Menglong quickly apologized and led her out of the private room. After leaving, Zheng Yuru swayed slightly, and Zhou Menglong, quick-witted and agile, immediately supported her. A delicate fragrance emanated from Zheng Yuru, stimulating Zhou Menglong's senses. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Zhou Menglong boldly kissed Zheng Yuru's pretty face.
Zheng Yuru turned her head, looking at Zhou Menglong with seductive eyes: "Menglong, you, you come with me, come with me. I, I have something, something to tell you." As she spoke, Zheng Yuru straightened up, but intentionally or unintentionally rubbed one of her beautiful breasts, tightly wrapped in her long robe, against Zhou Menglong's crotch.
As Zhou Menglong supported Zheng Yuru, he was a little flustered by the alluring fragrance of her mature beauty. Coupled with the stimulation of alcohol, Zhou Menglong felt his desires stirring again. Although he and Zheng Yuru had already had a physical and spiritual connection, Zhou Menglong was still not satisfied with her alluring, mature, and charming body. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but be overcome by lust.
So, Zhou Menglong followed behind Zheng Yueru. Suddenly, Zheng Yueru stopped at a spot with a toilet sign. Zhou Menglong was both amused and annoyed: "Sister Zheng, didn't you say you needed to see me? Why did you bring me here?" Zheng Yueru opened her large, watery eyes, a hint of amorousness in her expression: "Menglong, I... I need to pee. Can't you... you come with me?" It turned
out that after hearing Zhou Menglong's words yesterday, Zheng Yueru had meticulously arranged everything, announcing that the restaurant would be closed for the day. Firstly, to conduct a training session for the staff, and secondly, to make full use of resources to entertain the distinguished guests arriving that evening. Therefore, apart from Zhou Menglong's two tables, there were no other customers in the entire Golden Hook Beauty Restaurant. In this empty hall, Zheng Yueru finally couldn't resist her allure and uttered those seductive words to Zhou Menglong.
Zhou Menglong noticed that the top button of Zheng Yuru's robe was undone, whether due to her body's heat or some other reason, revealing her jade-like skin. Zheng Yuru's face was flushed, making her incredibly alluring. Coupled with the hint of spring in her eyes, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but swallow hard. "Sister Zheng, okay, let's go in."
As he spoke, Zhou Menglong walked to Zheng Yuru's side and reached out to put his arm around her slender waist. Zheng Yuru giggled, but turned away, causing Zhou Menglong's hand to miss. After giving him a charmingly glaring look... Zheng Yuru said in a sweet voice, "You jerk, Menglong, didn't we agree that you could enjoy me to your heart's content tonight? But not now. Those people are still eating. If they see the two of us coming out of the bathroom, we're doomed. Okay, Menglong, just bear with it. Tonight, I'll definitely give it to you, okay?"
As she spoke, Zheng Yuru walked towards the bathroom. Zhou Menglong watched Zheng Yuru's body disappear into the bathroom, feeling a little anxious. He paced around in place, as if he wanted to rush into the toilet, but hesitated. After a while, Zhou Menglong gritted his teeth, and a wicked, signature wicked smile appeared on his face.
Zhou Menglong knew that with Qian Feilan and Liu Yumei in charge, these people wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. And once these veteran officials started drinking, it would take three or four hours to finish. If he went into the restroom now, he might have another hour or two to enjoy some wonderful pleasures with Zheng Yuru. Thinking of this, Zhou Menglong moved to walk towards the restroom, but suddenly saw a waiter pushing a trolley towards him. Zhou Menglong pretended to be nonchalant and went to greet the trolley. The person pushing the trolley recognized Zhou Menglong and stopped immediately.
Zhou Menglong was drawn to a plate of cucumbers on the cart. He grinned mischievously, picked up the largest cucumber, took a bite, and said to the waiter, "Not bad, this cucumber is delicious." The waiter smiled, pushed the cart away, and Zhou Menglong looked around to make sure no one was watching. He put the half-eaten cucumber in his pocket and quickly went into the restroom. At the door, he made sure to leave the "Cleaning in Progress" sign. After entering the restroom and closing the door, he saw Zheng Yuru sitting on the toilet, looking at him with a half-smile.
As expected of the top hotel in Jiangdu City, even this small restroom was spotless, cleaner than some people's homes. And despite being a restroom, it had no unpleasant odor, instead exuding a faint, pleasant fragrance. Seeing Zhou Menglong enter, Zheng Yuru smiled seductively, "Menglong, didn't I tell you to wait for me outside? Why did you come in?"
At this moment, Zheng Yuru's long robe was pulled up to her waist, revealing a pair of snow-white legs. Perhaps due to Zhou Menglong's caresses yesterday, Zheng Yuru's legs appeared fuller and her skin more alluring than before. Hearing Zheng Yuru's words, Zhou Menglong... With a smile, Zhou Menglong said, "Sister Zheng, I just wanted to know. You told me you had something to discuss with me, but I didn't know what it was, so I came to ask you. Also, you've been in the bathroom for so long, I was worried something might have happened to you, so I came in to check on you."
Zhou Menglong noticed that as he spoke, Zheng Yuru's charming smile became even more pronounced on her delicate face, and the spring-like look in her eyes intensified. He knew that Zheng Yuru and he were just tacitly in sync, and that she was actually waiting for him here. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong didn't stand on ceremony. He immediately walked up to Zheng Yuru, pulled her up, and hugged her tightly. In a flurry of activity, Zhou Menglong had stripped her naked. She leaped onto Zhou Menglong, deftly unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers, revealing his hard, hot penis.
"Sister Zheng, I didn't expect you to be even more eager than me. Honestly, look at you, it's like you can't wait to devour my big cock." Seeing the mature and beautiful woman in his arms in her eager state, Zhou Menglong knew that yesterday's battle had aroused her lust, so he couldn't help but tease Zheng Yuru. As he spoke, Zhou Menglong lowered his head and forcefully sucked on her full, cherry-like lips.
"I miss you, I really miss you. Ever since you left yesterday, I haven't stopped thinking about you for a single moment," Zheng Yuru murmured, pulling Zhou Menglong's pants down as far as they could go. "Thinking about how crazy you were yesterday, I... I can't help but want you, want your big cock to fuck my little cunt properly. Really, Menglong, just thinking about you soon being able to insert your big cock into my little cunt again makes me so excited."
Zhou Menglong pressed his chest firmly against her soft breasts, gently kneading them and feeling their softness and elasticity, while softly saying to Zheng Yuru, "Sister Zheng, what did you say you wanted to tell me? I want to hear it." Zheng Yuru twisted her body slightly, making herself... Lying more comfortably in Menglong's arms, it made it easier for Zhou Menglong to caress her breasts. Under Zhou Menglong's caresses, Zheng Yuru's breathing became a little rapid: "Menglong, there are two things, two things I need to tell you. First, I want to divorce Wang Yuanhe."
This was something Zhou Menglong had expected. After hearing Zheng Yuru say this, Zhou Menglong nodded and continued to play with Zheng Yuru's full and firm breasts. Zhou Menglong felt that after his training last night, this beautiful and charming woman's body had been completely developed by him. He had only done this a couple of things to her, and Zheng Yuru's breathing had become a little heavy, and it seemed that lustful fluid was flowing between her legs.
"The second thing, the second thing is, I, I want to transfer 60%, 60% of the shares of this hotel to you." Zhou Menglong clearly hadn't expected Zheng Yuru's second matter to be like this, and his body stiffened slightly: "Sister Zheng, you're not joking, are you?" Zheng Yuru felt Zhou Menglong suddenly stop teasing her, and couldn't help but be slightly taken aback. Under this situation, Zheng Yuru couldn't help but open her big, watery eyes and look at Zhou Menglong: "Menglong, I really mean to do this, what, isn't this wrong?" "..."
Zhou Menglong shook his head and said seriously to Zheng Yuru, "Sister Zheng, you may not know me very well. I am a man, and I want to protect my woman. I will not accept anything from any woman, whether you are sincere or just grateful." Looking at Zhou Menglong's expression, Zheng Yuru vaguely sensed that her actions had provoked him. Zhou Menglong was a man, and her actions had shattered his pride. Under these circumstances, Zheng Yuru couldn't help but hug Zhou Menglong: "Menglong, right..." "I'm sorry, I... I take back what I said. I was just thinking... thinking about proving my love for you, but... but I didn't consider your feelings. Really, Menglong, right? I upset you. Okay, I take back what I said, okay? Please don't be angry anymore."
Seeing the anxious look on Zheng Yuru's delicate face, Zhou Menglong smiled slightly: "Sister Zheng, look at what you're saying, how could I be angry with you? I know you truly love me, but love has many forms; it doesn't necessarily have to be expressed through gifts." "Alright, Sister Zheng, let's not talk about this anymore, okay? Goodnight is fleeting, and if we don't seize the opportunity, we won't have another chance after the dinner."
As he spoke, Zhou Menglong reached out again, one hand grasping Zheng Yuru's full, elastic breasts and kneading them, while the other hand touched one of her snow-white buttocks, teasing the mature and beautiful woman. Under Zhou Menglong's teasing, Zheng Yuru's body began to sway slightly, and her breathing became heavy again. "Menglong, come on, I...I want you, really, come on!" Zheng Yuru whispered, feeling the growing arousal brought on by Zhou Menglong's sensual hands teasing her most sensitive areas. (
290 Toilet Fragrance 2)
Zhou Menglong, supporting her buttocks, turned around and used Zheng Yuru's back to block the door. "You were already teasing me so much, and now, now you're giving me your big hands, touching my breasts and my big butt, I, I, I'm so itchy, so itchy. Menglong, come in quickly, I, I really feel like I can't, I can't take it anymore!" Zheng Yuru murmured, twisting her alluring, mature, and soft body. A look of eager anticipation appeared on her delicate face, making her exceptionally seductive.
Clearly, after Zhou Menglong's "training" last night, the woman's wanton nature had been revealed. In front of Zhou Menglong, she no longer possessed that noble and elegant air, but rather resembled a woman with unsatisfied desires. But it was precisely this seductive aura that stimulated Zhou Menglong's nerves, arousing him. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong knowingly asked, "Where does it itch?"
"This...here...!" Her wet pussy landed on Zhou Menglong's hard cock, sliding back and forth. "How can it be so lewd, its juices keep flowing." "It's all because you teased me...so...so ugly!" Zheng Yuru said shyly. With her pussy so wanton, Zhou Menglong had no patience for foreplay. He stretched out his hands, wrapped them around her legs, and spread her labia. With a contraction and expansion of her lower abdomen, he thrust his cock inside.
"Oh!...It's really...really...so comfortable...so good!" His thick cock, along with the slippery flesh, went all the way in at once. "Oh!...good...Menglong...I didn't expect it...to go in so quickly." Zhou Menglong was about to use force when Zheng Yuru started shaking, her wet, hot, and tight pussy gripping his penis, constantly swallowing and releasing.
"Menglong's big thing...so...so...it feels so good inside me." Zheng Yuru couldn't help but moan and groan. Zhou Menglong pressed Zheng Yuru's delicate body against the wall, taking back the initiative. He released one hand from kneading the hard nipples on Zheng Yuru's firm breasts, while his enormous member, like an angry dragon, ravaged Zheng Yuru's reddened little pussy with a torrent of lust. "Oh!...Menglong...harder...harder...oh!...fuck me to death!" Zheng Yuru tilted her head back, her forehead covered in fragrant sweat as her waist twisted and turned to meet his thrusts.
"Oh! Good Sister Zheng...your hole...so hot...so tight...I...I want to...fuck it to pieces!" Zhou Menglong gripped Zheng Yuru's breasts tightly, forgetting all about the three fast and one slow, nine shallow and one deep movements. Her wet and lustful pussy gripped Zhou Menglong like a leech, and Zhou Menglong only wanted to thrust to the very end—the end of pleasure. Gushing, gushing fluids sprayed down the penis and onto the scrotum, initially tinged with a cloudy, milky white. The vagina was clearly overflowing with desire, various sticky fluids churning and bubbling out. "Oh!...So beautiful...Deeper...Oh!...Yes, yes...That's it...Fuck me harder...Oh!"
Zheng Yuru's eyes were already unfocused, the veins on her snow-white neck bulging, her hair flowing freely with the swaying of her pink buttocks, then fluttering in the rhythm of the thrusting. "Oh!...Yes...Yes...Oh oh...It's up...Hmm! Oh no...It's coming...Oh!" The penis had swelled and reddened her labia, and Zhou Menglong's kneading of her snow-white breasts left faint scratch marks. "Oh...I can't take it anymore...Oh...It's coming, it's coming...Oh...Oh...Oh...I can't take it anymore...Hmm...So good!" Her plump vagina contracted, and hot vaginal fluid gushed towards the glans like a fountain.
His massive penis felt like it was in a furnace, immersed in an endless sea of hot desire. Thinking of the alluring Zheng Yuru, how she had ravaged him, her womb overflowing with vaginal fluids, Zhou Menglong's heart pounded. A tingling sensation spread from his lower abdomen to his scrotum and then to his glans, his penis instantly swelling to its maximum size. Then, an indescribable, blissful pleasure spread from his warm, wet vagina to his urethra, then to his glans, finally permeating every cell. He forcefully thrust his suddenly swollen, incredibly itchy penis into her wet vagina, rotating it inside.
"Oh! Oh! So big...so big...oh...I can't take it...it's going to burst!" Zheng Yuru's convulsing vagina was about to burst from the surging penis. "Oh!...oh! Good...good...so comfortable...so comfortable..." Zhou Menglong moaned sweetly. With both hands, Zhou Menglong pressed his scrotum firmly against Zheng Yuru's vaginal opening, his penis throbbing and rotating happily inside her little cunt. Zhou Menglong hadn't expected that this mature and beautiful woman would reach orgasm so quickly under the thrusting of his large penis. In this situation, Zhou Menglong knew that Zheng Yuru's words about never ceasing to believe in him after their separation weren't lies. Moved, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but feel pity for Zheng Yuru. So, Zhou Menglong sat down, holding the paralyzed and panting Zheng Yuru, his hard penis still deeply inserted inside her, unwilling to separate. After a long
, long time, Zheng Yuru finally caught her breath, her watery, seductive eyes sweeping over Zhou Menglong's face: "Menglong, you're going to kill me! Aren't you afraid of breaking me?" "I just want to thrust all the way in, to merge with Sister Zheng!" Zhou Menglong honestly spoke his heart. "Can we merge together forever?" Cherry-red lips landed on Zhou Menglong's face. This question was intriguing, and Zhou Menglong couldn't help but ponder for a moment. "Do you like Menglong's big penis?" Changing the subject, Zhou Menglong teased Zheng Yuru again.
"Ugh! ...You know that, right!" Her face flushed crimson, looking incredibly alluring. Zhou Menglong shifted his hips, letting his penis slide inside her warm vagina: "I'll give it to you one more time, then I'll know!" With a "pfft," Zheng Yuru laughed, glancing sideways at Zhou Menglong and saying, "Okay, how about it?" "Hehe! Yesterday your little mouth sucked me so well, I want to taste that again today. How about it, Sister Zheng, give it to me first, and then I'll fuck your little cunt!"
"You're going to die! ...You actually brought this up in front of me, see how I deal with you." Whether it was shame or amusement, Zheng Yuru reluctantly pulled out her hard penis, a pool of thick, white love fluid overflowing from her swollen, open labia, accumulating on Zhou Menglong's lower abdomen, warm and moist, not yet completely cooled. Zhou Menglong moved Zheng Yuru's disheveled, ravaged vulva onto his thigh. Zheng Yuru let out a soft moan, clearly feeling tickled by the leg hair.
He pulled her up, spread her bright red robe over the toilet seat, and plopped down on it. His hard, hot penis, glistening with sticky oil, slumped softly against his lower abdomen. "Good Sister Zheng, come on! Give me a good service, then I can fuck you again." Zhou Menglong braced his hands behind his back for support on the toilet tank, his legs spread wide, one foot on the left and one on the right.
Hearing such explicit words, Zheng Yuru couldn't help but blush. Staring at Zhou Menglong's large, dripping penis, she said, "Oh! I didn't say I was going to... I was going to do it for you, but you, you're just being presumptuous... Wow, this, this is so big! You, you're too amazing, Menglong, your big penis, your big penis is really too amazing! I, I'm afraid I, I can't take it, I can't take it, I, I don't dare, I don't dare... I don't dare!"
"Come on! It's okay, as long as you serve well, my big cock will be very gentle with you. Besides, didn't you already suck it yesterday? Such a wonderful feeling, you must still be craving more, right? You must still want to taste my big cock again, right? Sister Zheng, come on, just thinking about your superb oral skills makes me a little impatient. Look at my big cock, how excited it is now!" As he spoke, Zhou Menglong reached out and pulled Zheng Yuru's delicate body over, making her bend over and lie between his legs.
"Sister Zheng, as long as you serve me well, my big cock won't treat you badly. I'll definitely send you to a happy climax. Yesterday, with your service, my big cock got excited, didn't it? I started fucking you in your little cunt for over an hour. So, do you want my big cock to fuck you again today? I'm very willing to fuck your little cunt, but that depends on your performance!"
Although he knew that Zheng Yuru was just playing hard to get, teasing him, trying to make him more excited while letting her little cunt recover so she could better enjoy his big cock's thrusting again, Zhou Menglong was still aroused by Zheng Yuru's alluring manner of playing hard to get. His big cock seemed to hear Zhou Menglong's words, nodding at his crotch, indicating his deep agreement with Zhou Menglong's words.
To better serve Zheng Yuru, Zhou Menglong once again placed one hand on her full and elastic breasts, kneading them. He felt how soft yet elastic Zheng Yuru's breasts were; his fingers felt like they were grasping a warm pile of cotton, giving him an indescribable pleasure. While
enjoying the pleasure brought by Zhou Menglong's teasing, Zheng Yuru imagined his words and the way his large penis had been going in and out of her vagina the previous night. She felt a tingling sensation between her legs. Under these circumstances, Zheng Yuru blushed and lowered her head, her cherry lips parting slightly, her serpentine tongue finally reaching for his hard penis.
Watching the beautiful woman, her head bowed, licking his large penis, her dark hair disheveled from her earlier wantonness, cascading over her shoulders, her deep-set eyes glistening with moisture, beads of sweat glistening on her high, straight nose, and her rosy lips stained with a little thick semen, Zhou Menglong felt his blood rushing to his lower abdomen.
"Sister Zheng! Is it good?" Zhou Menglong urged Zheng Yuru. Zheng Yuru's pearly teeth nibbled at the head of Zhou Menglong's penis, her words muffled as she uttered, "I... I'll bite... I'll bite you to death!" Hearing the smacking sounds from Zheng Yuru's mouth, watching the graceful curve of her pink buttocks swaying, and feeling the exquisite sensation of her licking his penis, Zhou Menglong felt a surge of alcohol rising in his stomach, and he seemed a little drunk! "Good Sister Zheng! Have you ever masturbated?" Zhou Menglong suddenly asked Zheng Yuru.
"Hmm, it's happened once or twice! Why are you asking?" Zheng Yuru stopped what she was doing, looking somewhat confused. Zhou Menglong wiped the semen off Zheng Yuru's nose with his hand. "I want to see you masturbate. Really, I think it must be incredibly stimulating. As long as you masturbate in front of me, I think my big cock will get even more excited, and then I'll last even longer."
As he said this, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but look at the cucumber sticking out of his pants. He began to imagine the cucumber being inserted into Zheng Yuru's little cunt, making her wet with juices. Thinking about this, Zhou Menglong's heart pounded. His already hard and hot cock seemed to grow even larger after such stimulation.
"Menglong, what did you say? You want me to masturbate in front of you? You're so mean! I won't do it! Wouldn't that be so embarrassing?" Although Zheng Yuru said this, a hint of excitement shone in her big, watery eyes. Zhou Menglong looked at Zheng Yuru and knew that she was tempted. He couldn't help but feel a little happy.
While vigorously fondling Zheng Yuru's full and elastic breasts, teasing her senses, Zhou Menglong began to coax her, "Sister Zheng, be good, don't you want to, don't you want to taste, my, my big cock, my big cock, when it gets even, even bigger, when I fuck, fuck your, your little cunt, your little cunt, do you want to, and, moreover, you, when you masturbate in front of your beloved, isn't that even more, even more exciting? If my, my, my big cock gets even, even harder, then, then I can, I can... fuck you properly, properly... fuck you properly?"
"No...it's too embarrassing! Like how...how lewd I am." Zheng Yuru probably thought Zhou Menglong was just teasing her, so she lowered her head and started vigorously stroking Zhou Menglong's big penis again. This time, however, Zheng Yuru's stroking became even more vigorous. Each time, she took Zhou Menglong's hard and hot penis deep into her mouth. Unfortunately, Zhou Menglong's penis was too thick and big. Zheng Yuru used all her strength and could only take in most of it. But this stroking brought Zhou Menglong an even more stimulating feeling.
"Look! Menglong, look, even though your big penis didn't see me masturbating, it's become even thicker than before. With such a big penis, I'll definitely feel so good inside my little cunt. Menglong, don't you think so?" Zheng Yuru felt that Zhou Menglong's penis seemed to have grown even bigger under her stroking, so she spat out his penis, looked up at Zhou Menglong, and a victorious smile appeared on her delicate face.
Zhou Menglong grinned mischievously, then suddenly pulled out the thick cucumber he had bitten into and waved it in front of Zheng Yuru. Zheng Yuru seemed to realize something; her delicate face flushed crimson, almost bleeding, and she buried her face between Zhou Menglong's legs, her pink buttocks swaying. In this position, Zheng Yuru's snow-white buttocks were raised, facing backward.
Although he couldn't see it, Zhou Menglong could feel how alluring Zheng Yuru's little cunt must be now, wide open. "You're so annoying! You...you, you planned this all along, didn't you? You, you wanted me to...insert this cucumber into my little...little cunt, didn't you!" A wave of shame washed over her, and Zheng Yuru opened her mouth to bite Zhou Menglong's leg.
Two hundred and ninety-one. The lingering fragrance of the toilet.
Zhou Menglong held Zheng Yuru's fragrant shoulders, preventing her from getting up, while coaxing her gently: "Good Sister Zheng, look, I've prepared everything. Please, just satisfy me this once. Cucumbers are so good; they can be used as a big cock, and you can eat them too. Their nutritional value and deliciousness are something most people can't experience. Good Sister Zheng, come on, take the things. I... I'll really enjoy watching you masturbate. Just thinking about this cucumber going in and out of your little cunt makes me..." "Excitement! Good Sister Zheng, come on, open your heart. Do it in front of your beloved. You'll feel a tremendous thrill!"
Zheng Yuru kept twisting her body, unable to abandon her composure. Although she was now extremely aroused and wanted Zhou Menglong's large penis to be inserted into her little cunt again, to experience the pleasure of the large glans rubbing against her cunt once more, she knew she couldn't bring herself to insert the cucumber deep into her body in front of Zhou Menglong.
"Sister Zheng, I know you're still embarrassed, but it's okay. How about this, I'll lick your little cunt first, and you can relax a bit more, okay? When you feel it's about time, I'll... I'll insert... insert the cucumber into your little cunt again, is that alright?" Seeing Zheng Yuru's expression, Zhou Menglong firmly believed that slow and steady wins the race, so he took the roundabout approach again. As he spoke, Zhou Menglong slowly turned Zheng Yuru's body, gently turning her round, snow-white buttocks towards him.
Zheng Yuru was now naked, lying on top of Zhou Menglong, her pink, round buttocks protruding towards him. Seeing that her labia had turned inward, causing the tender pink flesh inside to begin to writhe, Zhou Menglong's breathing became heavier. He placed his hands on Zheng Yuru's buttocks, gently parting the two fleshy openings to admire the beautiful sight.
"I'm so embarrassed, Menglong! You...you bad guy, you, you want to lick me, lick my little cunt, you, you can lick it, but, but you, you can't, you can't even think about inserting the cucumber into, into my, my little cunt, otherwise, I, I won't let you go, you, you're really so bad, Menglong, I really hate you." As she spoke, Zheng Yuru bit Zhou Menglong's thigh with her pearly teeth, leaving deep teeth marks, but she didn't dare to actually bite down.
Seeing Zheng Yuru's seductive and charming appearance, Zhou Menglong could no longer hold back. In addition, the lewd aura emanating from Zheng Yuru's little cunt constantly stimulated Zhou Menglong's nerves, causing Zhou Menglong to lower his head and move his mouth towards Zheng Yuru's crotch. At first, Zheng Yuru twisted her buttocks and tried to dodge, but later, when Zhou Menglong's tongue touched Zheng Yuru's labia, she really had no choice and finally gave up resisting.
Zhou Menglong's large tongue moved up and down Zheng Yuru's little pussy, sometimes licking, sometimes sucking, and finally even sticking it inside and stirring. Zheng Yuru couldn't help but moan softly. "You said you didn't want it! Let's see who's moaning with pleasure." Zhou Menglong laughed at Zheng Yuru. Zheng Yuru glared at Zhou Menglong resentfully, wanting him to remember this. Zhou Menglong ignored Zheng Yuru's angry look and lowered his head again, bringing his head close to Zheng Yuru's little pussy between her legs, teasing her there. No one knows where Zhou Menglong licked, but Zheng Yuru let out a soft gasp, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Seeing Zheng Yuru's vaginal fluids seeping out again and gradually creeping onto his tongue, Zhou Menglong was captivated by this lewd scene. His large penis, hard and swollen, grew even larger, trembling incessantly in front of Zheng Yuru, stimulating her nerves. Zheng Yuru's head remained resting on Zhou Menglong's thigh. Noticing the change in Zhou Menglong's penis, she groaned softly and opened her mouth to take Zhou Menglong's large penis in.
For a while, the small bathroom was filled with the sounds of sucking and Zheng Yuru's suppressed moans. He saw that under his licking, Zheng Yuru's snow-white buttocks swayed again, and the lustful fluid flowing from her little cunt was endless, not only wetting her cunt but also running down her thighs and onto his face. Seeing
this, Zhou Menglong knew that Zheng Yuru was almost at her climax under his teasing. Suddenly, Zhou Menglong noticed that Zheng Yuru's anus was contracting and relaxing, and a mischievous thought arose in his mind. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong took out the cucumber, spread Zheng Yuru's tight buttocks apart with both hands, and inserted it inch by inch into her wet cave.
"Oh!...hiss...oh!...no!...don't go in..." Although she moaned beautifully, she kept saying no. Who would believe her? "Oh!...Oh...No...No...I only...only Menglong's big cock...is in, I don't want, I don't want the cucumber to go in, to go in my, my little cunt, you, you're so bad, so really bad!"
Zheng Yuru shook her head and swayed her tail, making lewd noises, which not only did not make Zhou Menglong stop what he was doing, but also aroused Zhou Menglong's excitement even more. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong gripped the cucumber and began to thrust it in and out fiercely. The green cucumber, which looked like a big cock, was thrust in all the way to the end. The two swollen little labia were turned inside out as the cucumber was pulled out, and the gushing lustful water made the entrance of the hole a mess.
"Oh!...So swollen!...So swollen...Oh!...Stinky Menglong...Dead Menglong...Oh!...So itchy...So itchy..." She cursed in her mouth, but her pink buttocks disobeyed and began to respond. "Hmph! You insult me... then I won't move!" Zhou Menglong stopped, leaving only a small portion of the cucumber inside Zheng Yuru's vagina. He scooped up a glob of vaginal fluid with his right hand and smeared it on Zheng Yuru's tight anus, rubbing it in circles with his middle finger.
Zheng Yuru's anus must have been very sensitive; her swollen labia, wrapped in the cucumber, contracted and expanded with Zhou Menglong's teasing, as if trying to suck the large cucumber inside. "Oh... don't stop... you can... you can go in a little bit... it's so empty inside... so uncomfortable." "Don't you hate having a big cucumber inserted into your little cunt?" Zhou Menglong applied slight pressure with his middle finger, one knuckle penetrating Zheng Yuru's anus.
"Oh!... hurry... hurry... hurry and fuck me... fuck me... I'm so itchy!" Her anus was itchy to the extreme, and she arched her buttocks, trying to reach for the cucumber. Zhou Menglong pushed her pink buttocks away, preventing Zheng Yuru from crossing the line. "Want a big cucumber to fuck you?" Zhou Menglong asked, feigning interest. "Hurry up... good... good cucumber, it's like, like a big, big cock, good, good cucumber, you can, you can fuck me, fuck my, my little cunt, I, I like, I like the feeling of a cucumber fucking my, my little cunt, come on, hurry, hurry, fuck... fuck... fuck me... hurry, harder... fuck me."
Her juices were flowing at the entrance of her vagina, pressed against the big cucumber, about to drip down. So Zhou Menglong held her buttocks and began to thrust the cucumber into Zheng Yuru's little cunt again, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Zhou Menglong used all sorts of techniques, ravaging her wanton little cunt to his heart's content. Zhou Menglong saw that Zheng Yuru's little cunt had become even more wanton under the thrusting of the cucumber. It was the first time Zhou Menglong had seen a cucumber so clearly going in and out of this alluring and charming woman's little cunt. Seeing all this, Zhou Menglong's breathing became even heavier.
Watching the cucumber go in and out of her little cunt, Zhou Menglong seemed to see his big cock going in and out of Zheng Yuru's little cunt. Thinking of this, Zhou Menglong seemed to be stimulated by something, and the force of his grip increased again, thrusting until Zheng Yuru cried out in pleasure, her head shaking. Clearly, she had reached the peak of pleasure from the cucumber's thrusting.
Seeing Zheng Yuru's incessant moans, Zhou Menglong subconsciously looked towards his crotch. There, he saw his big cock standing erect, the glans a deep purple-red. In this state, Zhou Menglong helped Zheng Yuru up, intending for her to sit on his cock. However, Zheng Yuru was weak and limp, her whole body covered in cold sweat.
"No, I'm going to die! You'll kill me, Menglong! I never expected, I never expected your, your big cock to be so, so powerful! I, I really can't take it anymore! The cucumber, the cucumber is, thrusting in and out of my little cunt, it feels so good, so comfortable! Menglong, can, can you put your big cock in now? I, I need your big cock!" Zheng Yuru was so exhausted that her eyes were glazed over.
Zhou Menglong didn't care about Zheng Yuru at all; he just wanted to make her ejaculate until she died. He forcefully picked up Zheng Yuru's mud-like body, spread her jade buttocks, and sat on Zhou Menglong's iron rod-like big cock. It was as if he had entered a water curtain cave. Zhou Menglong's big cock swam into a warm cave, where the inside was still throbbing. "Oh!...So sore...So Menglong...I can't take it anymore...Wait a minute!"
Zheng Yuru had already climaxed twice, so the soreness and numbness in her vagina were to be expected. Zhou Menglong couldn't wait any longer. His penis pressed against the warm, slippery vaginal flesh, and the constantly gushing vaginal fluids flowed over his large penis, making the tingling sensation unbearable. Lifting Zheng Yuru's hips, Zhou Menglong began to let her little cunt slide around his penis. Her round, firm breasts were right in front of Zhou Menglong's eyes. He stretched out his mouth and sucked on her two hard, bulging nipples, his tongue swirling around them.
"Oh!...Oh!...So sore..." Zheng Yuru moaned weakly again, her small hands gripping Zhou Menglong's arms with slight force. Penetrating the weak female body, Zhou Menglong's desire to conquer surged up. He began to thrust his penis in and out, wanting to see what he could do to Zheng Yuru. "Oh! Oh!... Gently... Gently... It's so sore!..." Zheng Yuru pleaded, her delicate brows furrowed. Her crimson lips were smeared with saliva, likely from the oral sex she had just had. Her deep-set eyes, once exceptionally alluring, were now scattered with desire. Her hair was disheveled, giving her a fragile look, as if ravaged by a storm.
Zhou Menglong couldn't take it anymore. His penis throbbed and throbbed, the massive member pressing against her vagina, pounding hard against her clitoris. Zhou Menglong embraced Zheng Yuru tightly, his tongue licking her snow-white earlobe, while his other penis thrust forcefully inside her, causing her pink buttocks to stick up. His right hand circled her buttocks, using the bathroom mirror to manipulate her anus. "Oh!... Oh!... I hate it!" Zheng Yuru's soreness and numbness seemed to have subsided, and she could now accept new stimulation. A moan escaped her cherry lips, no longer weak and powerless.
Holding Zheng Yuru tightly, Zhou Menglong swayed his hips slowly, each thrust fully penetrating her. Although it wasn't his first time fucking Zheng Yuru's little cunt, the tight, warm feeling from her vagina, like springtime, excited him even more. Under this stimulation, Zhou Menglong relentlessly thrust his large penis in and out of Zheng Yuru's cunt.
"Oh!...Oh!...Oh no...It's starting again...Oh!" Her wide-open buttocks began to respond. Seeing that Zheng Yuru had almost finished with him, a wicked smile appeared on Zhou Menglong's lips. With that, Zhou Menglong thrust his penis hard into her clitoris, causing Zheng Yuru's buttocks to arch high. "Oh!...So...So good!...Dear Menglong...Dear husband...Again...Again...Don't stop!"
Zhou Menglong wrapped his arms around Zheng Yuru, her two snow-white breasts pressed flat against his chest and abdomen. Then, Zhou Menglong lifted the cucumber again, about to insert it into Zheng Yuru's small, brown anus. "Oh no! No! You can't put it there! Didn't you just insert the cucumber into my little cunt? Why are you going to insert it there again? I, I can't take it, I can't take it! No, don't go in!" Realizing that Zhou Menglong was about to insert the cucumber into her anus, Zheng Yuru shook her head desperately.
"No! Nobody's ever done this before, I'll die!" Zheng Yuru pleaded frantically. Zhou Menglong held her tightly, his mouth covering her cherry-like lips to prevent her from crying out. Then, with the help of lubricant, Zhou Menglong forcefully pried open Zheng Yuru's buttocks and finally managed to insert the thick cucumber. Zhou Menglong forcefully stopped Zheng Yuru's body from writhing, his mouth tightly sealed around her cherry lips, only her continuous moans and groans of struggle could be heard. Tears welled up in Zheng Yuru's alluring eyes from the pain. Zhou Menglong
held her buttocks and pushed the cucumber in inch by inch, being careful not to hurt her since it was her first time. Meanwhile, Zhou Menglong's penis was inserted into another hole, and he could vaguely feel another force gradually invading, causing her warm, throbbing vagina to spasm. The cucumber had already penetrated more than two-thirds of the way in, seemingly encountering resistance. Zhou Menglong stopped, let out a sigh, and continued thrusting back and forth, no longer venturing deeper.
After a long while, seeing that the pain on Zheng Yuru's face had subsided slightly, Zhou Menglong slowly released her. "Ouch...it hurts so much!...You...oh! Do you really want to kill me?" Zheng Yuru gasped and cursed. "I'm sorry! I won't do it again next time...okay, Sister Zheng...what does it feel like?" "It feels like being raped...my anus is about to burst...every time I thrust...it's like...like I'm about to ejaculate...it's so uncomfortable!" Zheng Yuru complained, frowning. "You must not be used to it yet. Do it a few more times and you'll definitely enjoy it!" Zhou Menglong also began to sway his hips, his penis thrusting in and out in sync with the rhythm of the cucumber.
"Enjoy it my foot! Next time I'll find a cucumber and stick it in your ass!" Zheng Yuru glared at Zhou Menglong hatefully. Two dildos were inserted into Zheng Yuru's two holes, one real and one fake. Zhou Menglong found it difficult to thrust his hips, and his rhythm couldn't keep up with the cucumber's movements, but there were times when they were inserted simultaneously. In that instant, the large penis felt an unprecedented tightness, making Zhou Menglong feel like he was floating on air. At first, Zheng Yuru was moaning in pain, but gradually, after getting used to it, her moans turned into pleasurable groans, and her vagina began to overflow with
lustful fluids. Zheng Yuru slowly spread her buttocks wide, allowing the cucumber to be inserted smoothly. "Oh!...Oh!...So beautiful...What a great penis...It's...It feels so good!" Zheng Yuru's pleasure gradually rose, and she tilted her head back, moaning lewdly. Perhaps it was the decadent feeling of anal sex that began to excite Zheng Yuru excessively, but her hot vaginal muscles gripped the penis tightly, and each insertion brought Zhou Menglong to the brink of climax. "Oh!...Ah!...A little deeper...A little deeper...Fuck me...Fuck me harder!" Zheng Yuru was so
aroused she was practically babbling incoherently, whether calling out to Zhou Menglong or the cucumber in his hand. Zhou Menglong's heart skipped a beat, and he simultaneously thrust his large penis and the cucumber to their full length, feeling Zheng Yuru's lower abdomen swell instantly. "Oh! It feels so good...How can it be so comfortable...I...I...I'm dying...I'm dying." Zheng Yuru shook her head, cold sweat pouring down her body: "Faster...Faster...Oh!...Fuck me to death...Yes...Yes...Inside...That's it!" Zhou Menglong thrust hard into Zheng Yuru's core, the cucumber still not at its full length. "Ah!...It's over...Oh...It's coming...It's coming...Oh...I...I...I...I can't take it anymore!" The moist, hot vaginal opening tightened like never before, and the surging, hot vaginal fluid poured down without warning. Zhou Menglong's glans trembled as the boundless warmth inside the tender opening stirred, and his semen shot deep into the uterus once more.

Chapter 292: Director Mengdie
- Shen Mengdie had also been heartbroken lately. She hadn't expected that her husband would have an affair during her pregnancy, and after giving birth, he hadn't touched her even once a month. At first, Shen Mengdie thought it was because her husband cared for her after childbirth, and she was grateful for his gentleness and consideration. But now, with the child almost a year old, her husband still rarely touched her. Suspicious, Shen Mengdie began to observe her husband's behavior. Until a few days ago, Zhou Menglong found a long strand of hair on both her and her husband's bodies.
Only then did Shen Mengdie realize why her husband was ignoring her—he was having an affair. Shen Mengdie was almost in tears, wanting to confront him but afraid of gossip. She wanted to downplay the situation, but was unwilling to swallow her anger. For the past few days, she had been living in constant anxiety.
Only today, after receiving a call from Zhou Menglong, did her mood improve slightly. Thinking back to that time in her office when Zhou Menglong had licked the stockings and underwear that had once covered her legs, Shen Mengdie blushed. The image of the tall, handsome Zhou Menglong, always with a slightly mischievous smile, became clearer in her mind.
A complex, indescribable feeling welled up within the young woman. Thinking of Zhou Menglong's infatuation with her soft, mature, and alluring body, Shen Mengdie's heart pounded. The thought of the upcoming banquet, and the possibility of something happening between her and Zhou Menglong, made her mouth dry. Remembering that she was a married woman, she felt a pang of guilt.
However, remembering her husband's betrayal, Shen Mengdie finally made up her mind to meet Zhou Menglong. This explained why she hesitated for a moment after receiving his call before finally agreeing to meet him. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, after work, she deliberately returned home, donned her most sexy and alluring tight-fitting bodysuit, and walked out the door with her head held high, leaving her husband somewhat dumbfounded.
Along the way, Shen Mengdie's soft, mature body, coupled with her stunning face, naturally attracted countless admiring glances. Seeing the burning gazes of some men sweeping over her exposed, snow-white, full legs, and her full, elastic breasts tightly encased in her bodysuit, Shen Mengdie felt a mixture of pride and disappointment.
Undoubtedly, Shen Mengdie's beauty was indescribable, and beneath her sexy clothes, her womanly pride was on full display. Looking at the men's burning eyes, Shen Mengdie suddenly felt she wasn't old yet, still very young. Although she was already a mother of a nearly one-year-old, she still possessed a certain allure for men aged twelve to sixty.
The thought that her body could still attract men's attention proved that she still had appeal, so how could Shen Mengdie not feel a little proud? However, thinking about how her beautiful body couldn't win her husband's appreciation, and that he had even cheated on her, Shen Mengdie couldn't help but feel disappointed. Thinking about how her beautiful body, like that of a woman in her prime, had never received a man's caress since she became pregnant, Shen Mengdie secretly hated her husband again. She secretly made up her mind to go back and teach this ignorant bastard a lesson.
Upon seeing Zhou Menglong, Shen Mengdie felt a sudden tremor in her heart. Zhou Menglong seemed even taller and more handsome than she had imagined, and much more mature—the kind of man who could easily attract a woman's attention. Compared to Zhou Menglong, Shen Mengdie felt that her husband was like a lump of dirt, utterly insignificant.
But for some reason, when Shen Mengdie saw Zhou Menglong chatting and laughing with Qian Feilan, Liu Yumei, Zheng Yuru, and other women, a pang of jealousy suddenly welled up in her heart, a woman's intuition telling her. If only she had been more proactive that day, if only she had asked Zhou Menglong out for a chat, perhaps she would still be in a relationship with him now.
Shaking her head, she tried hard to banish Zhou Menglong's image from her mind, but she quickly discovered that the more she did so, the clearer his image became in her mind. She wanted to avoid looking at him, but his large, watery eyes seemed to be beyond her control, always lingering on him.
Even after they sat down at the dinner table, Zhou Menglong maintained a purely professional, comradely-like relationship with her, a stark contrast to their previous interaction in the office. He didn't say a single kind word to her. Seeing Zhou Menglong's attitude, Shen Mengdie secretly bit her lip, but outwardly she had to pretend to be nonchalant. She was afraid that if she revealed anything, someone would notice from her subtle actions that this married woman had already secretly given her heart to Zhou Menglong.
But why was she drinking so much? Although she was the director of the reception office and her teacher was quite respected, she had never drunk so much at previous dinners unless absolutely necessary. Was she drinking so much just to attract Zhou Menglong's attention? Thinking this, Shen Mengdie felt her pretty face flush, and her heart pounded.
Drinking is fine, but why do I feel dizzy? You know, I used to be able to drink two jin of baijiu (a strong Chinese liquor). These few cups are just like rinsing my mouth. Could it be that I'm intoxicated by my own feelings rather than the alcohol? Why am I feeling this way? Shen Mengdie felt a little lost. Oh, he's looking at me! He's looking at me! He really is looking at me! Does he see that my heart is in turmoil because of him? Does he know that I drank so much just to get his attention? Shen Mengdie suddenly felt a little helpless.
The words, "I've already recognized Zheng Shaoyu as my god-sister," still echoed in Shen Mengdie's mind. What did it matter to her if Zhou Menglong recognized Zheng Yuru as his god-sister? Yet, why did she feel such a pang of jealousy? Why did she almost uncontrollably drink three glasses of baijiu? Could it be that she had discerned something beyond sibling affection between Zhou Menglong and Zheng Yuru from their every move? Otherwise, why would she feel a jealousy even more intense than when she discovered her husband's affair? Watching
Zhou Menglong and Zheng Yuru leave the private room so intimately, Shen Mengdie almost felt an urge to follow them, to see what they were doing and how intimate they were. However, she knew this was clearly inappropriate, so she suppressed the urge and sat down. But once she sat down, she felt as if she had lost her soul, and time seemed to drag on endlessly.
During this time, several people came to drink with her, and she drank with them all without exception. However, the liquor tasted like plain water, completely tasteless. Shen Mengdie had only one thought in her mind: where were Zhou Menglong and Zheng Yuru? What were they doing? Why had they been gone for so long? Why hadn't they returned yet? Had their relationship truly transcended sibling affection?
The plain liquor, though tasteless, burned within Shen Mengdie's heart. The thought of Zhou Menglong and Zheng Yuru hiding somewhere, whispering to each other, ignited a fierce jealousy within her. Although Shen Mengdie knew that Zhou Menglong and she had no relationship whatsoever, and that her jealousy was somewhat unfounded, she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming surge of envy.
Time ticked by. She used to glance out the door every two or three minutes to see if Zhou Menglong and Zheng Yuru had returned, but now it seemed like every time she looked back, she couldn't help but turn back again, looking towards the door, hoping to see if Zhou Menglong and Zheng Yuru were back. Fortunately, the others were all flushed from drinking and no one paid any attention to Shen Mengdie's unusual behavior.
Shen Mengdie felt jealousy churning within her; if she didn't vent, she might explode. Under these circumstances, Shen Mengdie excused herself, turned, and left the private room. A cool breeze outside slightly cleared her mind. Thinking about her state of mind in the room, Shen Mengdie couldn't help but chuckle: "Shen Mengdie, what's wrong with you? What's your relationship with Zhou Menglong? If there's any relationship, it's just that he's a colleague. Yet you've been jealous all day just because you saw him walk out with a beautiful woman. Is it worth it?"
"How can it not be worth it? My husband can have an affair and betray me, but can't I have a passionate love affair with the man I love deep down and make my husband wear a green hat too? I refuse to believe it. I, Shen Mengdie, may not be the most beautiful woman in the world, but I am certainly stunning. Even though I have a child, I am even more feminine. I refuse to believe that no one would want me." Just as Shen Mengdie was feeling bad about being inexplicably jealous of Zhou Menglong, another voice suddenly popped out unconsciously from the depths of her heart, making Shen Mengdie's ears ring.
"Shen Mengdie, Shen Mengdie, others may not know the secret in your heart, but do you think I don't? Let me tell you, that day in the office, you clearly knew that Zhou Menglong was fantasizing about the most important part of your body that once tightly wrapped you, the clothes that still carried your scent, but you didn't make a scene. Instead, you turned a blind eye. This proves that Zhou Menglong's shadow has long been in your heart. You may not have realized it at the time, but I know that you were not only not angry at Zhou Menglong's actions, but you were also a little smug."
"If you weren't married, perhaps you would have called Zhou Menglong the very next day and offered him your body. It was only because you considered your chastity with your husband that you suppressed your impulses and buried his shadow deep within your heart. Now that you've discovered your husband's infidelity, you feel that you can finally be with Zhou Menglong openly. That's why you didn't throw a tantrum at your husband as you expected, and why you were so jealous when you saw Zhou Menglong going out with another woman. Shen Mengdie, am I wrong?"
As if the blow to Shen Mengdie wasn't enough, the voice rang in her mind again, analyzing the subtle mindset of this young woman. Realizing that she herself was thinking such things, Shen Mengdie felt a pang of panic. She covered her delicate face with her hands, as if the voice from the depths of her heart had suddenly become unsettling.
Shaking her head vigorously, Shen Mengdie tried to banish the voice that had exposed her deepest secrets from her mind. Then, she walked towards the bathroom, intending to wash her face and suppress the urge to cheat. Upon arriving at the bathroom, she saw the sign on the door indicating that it was being cleaned. Shen Mengdie shook her head and turned to leave.
However, at that moment, Shen Mengdie suddenly heard a faint sound coming from the bathroom. The sound was soft and seductive, carrying an endless allure. It sounded like a woman moaning. Upon hearing this sound, Shen Mengdie's body suddenly froze as if she had been electrocuted: "Zhou Menglong and her, they're in there, doing that, doing that?"
Perhaps because she hadn't been caressed by a man for a long time, Shen Mengdie was particularly sensitive to that kind of moaning sound. As soon as she heard it, Shen Mengdie's first thought was that Zhou Menglong and Zheng Yuru were inside, doing what she hadn't done for over a year. Thinking of this, Shen Mengdie suddenly wanted to kick open the bathroom door and expose Zhou Menglong and Zheng Yuru's shameful act to her.
However, Shen Mengdie knew that what Zhou Menglong and Zheng Yuru were doing together was their private matter and had little to do with her. If she really went up to them, she would be acting without any justification. Under these circumstances, filled with overwhelming jealousy, Shen Mengdie turned to leave. But after taking only two steps, she stopped. At that moment, although Shen Mengdie felt that what the two of them were doing together was so shameful, the soft and cloying moans seemed to have an invisible magic power, attracting her body.
Feeling a little guilty, Shen Mengdie glanced at the empty hall. Seeing that there was no one there, her heart pounding, she walked to the bathroom door and pressed her ear against it to eavesdrop on the sounds inside. The alluring moans and the slapping sounds of flesh colliding deeply stimulated her, causing tears to well up in her large, watery eyes, and her heart to race even faster.
Chapter 293, Director Mengdie II (278 to 291):
"My God, Zhou Menglong, is he really that amazing? He actually made Zheng Yuru reach, reach an orgasm in such a short time. He's too fierce! As the saying goes, thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger. Zheng Yuru is in her prime, how could she be satisfied so easily? Is Zheng Yuru too weak, or is Zhou Menglong too amazing?" As soon as Shen Mengdie's head touched the door, she heard the soul-stirring moans of Zheng Yuru after reaching her first orgasm under the thrusting of Zhou Menglong's big penis. Hearing these moans, Shen Mengdie suddenly felt her mouth go dry and her mind wandered.
What Shen Mengdie didn't know was that Zheng Yuru had her reasons for reaching orgasm so quickly under Zhou Menglong's big cock thrusting into her little cunt between her legs. Firstly, since separating from Zhou Menglong yesterday, Zheng Yuru had never stopped trusting him. What was this trust? It was how Zhou Menglong's big cock was thrusting in and out of her body, how he used the glans to rub against the tender flesh inside her little cunt, giving her pleasure. After nearly twenty-four hours of fantasizing, you can imagine how much lustful impulse would be concentrated in Zheng Yuru's body.
Secondly, after Zhou Menglong's "training," Zheng Yuru's pent-up lust was finally unleashed, making her already alluring body even more sensitive. Thirdly, Zheng Yuru realized this was the bathroom, where she and Zhou Menglong's guests were eating and drinking, while she was secretly having an affair. This thrill was something she had never experienced before. With these three factors combined, how could Zheng Yuru maintain her feminine stamina and reach orgasm under the onslaught of Zhou Menglong's large penis?
At this moment, Shen Mengdie realized how sensitive she was and how much she longed for a man to caress her. Although she only pressed her head against the door and only heard a few of Zheng Yuru's moans, Shen Mengdie felt her whole body burning, especially between her legs, which seemed incredibly sensitive. Even the cold air passing between her legs brought her a slight pleasure.
Feeling the changes in her body, Shen Mengdie blushed deeply. Her full, elastic legs, tightly encased in stockings, pressed together. She could feel that only when her legs were pressed together, her labia rubbing against each other, did she feel slightly better, and only then did she feel a little calmer.
"What, what's wrong? Zhou Menglong sat down, and he wants... he wants Zheng Yuru to give him... to give him his big cock in her mouth! This... isn't this too shameful?" Thinking that she had never taken her husband's cock in her mouth before, and wondering what it would feel like to have that man's smelly cock in her mouth, Shen Mengdie felt her heart grow hotter, and she pressed her legs together even tighter.
Suddenly, Shen Mengdie felt a slight coolness on her chest, and the restless emotions in her heart subsided considerably. Overjoyed, she looked down at her chest, and what she saw almost made her groan. She realized that because she had been pressing her breasts against the door, listening to the sounds of Zhou Menglong and Zheng Yuru's passionate encounter, her full, elastic breasts, tightly wrapped in her top, were pressed against the door, and the cool sensation was from there.
But Shen Mengdie couldn't care less at this point. Feeling that it made her feel better, she began to gently rub and squeeze her breasts against the cool door. She could feel her nipples, tightly wrapped in her bra, hardening and pressing against the door. Although this feeling wasn't as pleasurable as a man's caress, it was better than nothing.
Meanwhile, Shen Mengdie's legs were almost intertwined, her strong thighs working tirelessly, twisting and turning them up and down, then simultaneously exerting force and relaxing. This caused her labia to rub against each other, generating waves of pleasure that stimulated her and calmed her growing lust. At
this moment, Shen Mengdie felt that her vulva was already leaking fluid, making her crotch a muddy mess. Instead of feeling ashamed, she felt even more excited. In this state, she even began to imagine Zheng Yuru grasping Zhou Menglong's hot penis and licking it with her tongue.
"Zheng Yuru, you, you're so stupid! I, I want you! Just lick my big cock! You, I'll lick it! You, you'll definitely get pleasure from it! If, if it were me, I, I would definitely lick Zhou Menglong's big cock properly! I really don't know, I really don't know, what it would feel like to have a big cock in your mouth! Ah, I really want to suck on a big cock!"
Hearing Zheng Yuru's coy refusal to lick Zhou Menglong's big cock, Shen Mengdie became anxious. She secretly encouraged Zheng Yuru to lick Zhou Menglong's big cock, while imagining how she would treat Zhou Menglong's hard and hot cock if she were Zheng Yuru, to provoke him until he couldn't resist.
As Shen Mengdie's mind raced with thoughts, she suddenly heard silence in the bathroom, followed by Zhou Menglong's groans. Her heart skipped a beat, but she was immediately overjoyed. She could vaguely sense that Zheng Yuru was sucking on Zhou Menglong's large penis, licking it incessantly. Thinking of that lewd scene, Shen Mengdie's heart pounded, and a strange stimulation surged through her, almost making her groan out loud. Fortunately, she sensed something was wrong and bit her lip in time.
The sizzling sound of water echoed in the bathroom. Shen Mengdie felt that at first, the sound was almost inaudible, but later it gradually grew louder. Moreover, along with the sizzling sound, Zhou Menglong's groans also grew louder, and Zheng Yuru's panting could also be heard. Listening to the changes in the sounds, Shen Mengdie couldn't help but imagine Zheng Yuru licking Zhou Menglong's hard and hot penis, from gentle to frantic, from delicate to rough. Her big, watery eyes became even more misty.
At this moment, Shen Mengdie felt the sizzling sounds coming from Zheng Yuru's mouth, which was filled with Zhou Menglong's large penis, growing louder and louder. The pleasure she derived from squeezing her breasts against the cold door was far from satisfying her inner urges and desires. Under these circumstances, Shen Mengdie finally couldn't help but reach between her legs and rub her slightly raised mons pubis through her tight skirt. Her nose also became rapid under this intense stimulation. At
this moment, Shen Mengdie felt the tingling sensation from between her breasts and her full and firm breasts, which were tightly wrapped in her top, making her body weak. Under these circumstances, Shen Mengdie had no choice but to sit on the ground, spread her legs, and comfort herself with heavy breathing. She listened to the sounds of Zhou Menglong and Zheng Yuru's lovemaking inside while masturbating. Shen Mengdie had never experienced anything like this before, and it was precisely because of this that she felt extremely stimulated.
"Zheng Yuru, what's there to be embarrassed about? Even your little cunt has been fucked by someone's big cock, and even his big cock has been sucked. Now, if someone asks him to masturbate in front of you, he won't dare. Really, look how good I am. Menglong, do you want to see a woman masturbate? Come on, I'm masturbating right now. You, you opened the door and you saw it. How about it? Seeing me masturbate, do you feel excited too?"
At this moment, Shen Mengdie seemed to feel that Zhou Menglong was squatting in front of her, looking at her with burning eyes as she touched her little cunt tightly wrapped in her tight-fitting dress. Under this situation, Shen Mengdie not only did not feel ashamed, but also bravely spread her jade legs even wider, making the spring between her legs fully exposed.
Anyone passing by could see a stunningly beautiful young woman sitting on the ground, her slender, snow-white hand constantly caressing her breasts, tightly encased in stockings, between her legs. Her delicate, flawless face wore an expression of ecstasy. Her already short, tight-fitting skirt had slipped down to her thighs after she sat down, making the breathtaking scenery between her legs, which would make any man's blood boil, increasingly visible.
Even more alluring was the way she bit her lip, suppressing a moan, which only added to her irresistible charm. Combined with the mesmerizing expression on her flawless face, any man who saw her would feel an irresistible urge to immediately thrust his hard, hot penis into her cunt and fuck her until she was in ecstasy.
Hearing Zhou Menglong finally insert the cucumber into Zheng Yuru's little cunt in the bathroom, Shen Mengdie couldn't help but let out a soft moan. One hand, somewhat impatiently, lifted her skirt and slipped it between her legs from under her stockings, caressing herself. At that moment, Shen Mengdie realized that her panties, which tightly covered her plump, luscious cunt, were already soaked with the lustful fluid flowing from it.
"Menglong, you, you see? I, I actually, actually heard you two, you were fucking, and so much lustful fluid, and, and, the lustful fluid, the lustful fluid soaked my, my panties, my panties! Really, really, if you don't believe me, you, you come out and see for yourself! Let me see how conservative Zheng Yuru is! If you, if you were to use a cucumber to penetrate me, to penetrate me, I, I would have let you penetrate me long ago!"
While imagining the two of them having sex in the bathroom, Shen Mengdie... She kept stroking her own vulva, tightly wrapped in her panties, a strange, stimulating sensation surging through her. Her delicate face flushed crimson, almost as if it were about to bleed. In this state, any man walking by could easily see Shen Mengdie's lewd state, but Shen Mengdie, already sinking into the abyss of lust, couldn't care less. All she wanted now was to use the sounds of lewd moans coming from the bathroom to reach a climax.
Hearing Zhou Menglong finally insert his large penis into Zheng Yuru's vulva again, Shen Mengdie felt a strange excitement. Under this stimulation, Shen Mengdie felt as if it wasn't Zheng Yuru being penetrated by Zhou Menglong's large penis, but rather her own vulva, dripping with lustful fluids and desperately craving its visit.
"Oh my god, I, I can't take it anymore, am I, am I too lewd, actually, actually listening to Zhou Menglong fucking someone else's, someone else's little cunt, and I, I'm about to, about to climax, climax, have I, really not had my husband's big cock inside me for too long? Am I, am I doing this, am I, am I too shameful, it's so shameful."
Unintentionally thinking of her husband, Shen Mengdie suddenly felt that she, a married woman, was hiding to the side, listening to other people's sounds while masturbating. The stimulation had become even more intense. At this moment, Shen Mengdie had already inserted one finger into her little cunt between her legs and was moving it in and out. Listening to the squelching sound of her finger moving in and out of her little cunt, Shen Mengdie groaned loudly in her heart.
At this moment, Shen Mengdie's legs, which had been apart, came together again. She felt that only in this way could her labia close, and the pleasure from the friction of her slender fingers inside her vagina would become even more intense. At this moment, Shen Mengdie could feel her vaginal fluid flowing out along her fingers, not only wetting her panties but also flowing down her hands onto her stockings, making the crotch of the stockings soaked with vaginal fluid, making her look extremely lewd.
At this moment, the sounds of the two bodies colliding in the room grew louder and louder, and the excited panting became more intense. Shen Mengdie knew that the two people in the bathroom were about to reach their climax. Under these circumstances, Shen Mengdie squeezed her legs even tighter, and a slender finger moved in and out of her little pussy like the wind: "Ah, Menglong, I, I'm so happy, I, I, I'm using my finger as, as your big cock, hurry, hurry and fuck me, my little pussy feels so good being fucked, so good, I, I'm coming, I'm coming, ah, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I, I'm going to fly, my little pussy is going to fly, ah, ah." As the finger was deeply inserted into her little pussy, Shen Mengdie's body suddenly stiffened, and she reached her climax at the same time as the two people in the bathroom.

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