[Martial Arts Fantasy] Laughing and Embracing Beauties of the Three Realms (Complete) - 20

Chapter 65: Mandarin Ducks Playing in the Water

"Let me tell you a story," Zhang Xiaoyu said, then began to speak on his own.

"Once upon a time, there was a general stationed in Luoyang. During his time there, he met a local woman, and they fell in love at first sight and quickly pledged their lives to each other. At this time, an enemy state invaded, and the general was ordered to go to war. Before parting, he held the woman's hand, saying, 'After I win the war, I will definitely return to marry you…' The two parted reluctantly. The woman stood at the city gate, watching the general sit on his saddle and leave without looking back… The general's campaign lasted for months, during which his own country's army suffered repeated defeats. The emperor, in a fit of anger, executed two generals. The enemy launched a full-scale attack, and the emperor, ignoring the advice of his courtiers, launched a fierce assault. Left with no other option, Luoyang fell. The emperor retreated south, while the severely wounded general wandered in a Buddhist temple."

After the general recovered from his injuries, he intended to return to the capital, but the country was already doomed, and returning would only mean death. Death had never been a fear for the general, but remembering his vows and chilled by the emperor's indiscriminate killing of loyal generals, he reluctantly became a monk at the Garan Temple, hoping that one day the war would end and he could return to her side.

At the city gate where they had parted, a woman often sat on a stone slab, waiting for her beloved to return. Whenever someone returned from the front, she would ask if they had seen the general, but there was never any news of his victorious return.

The woman never gave up, continuing to wait day after day. This story spread far and wide, eventually reaching the ears of the general who had become a monk at the Garan Temple.

But the general could not return; the enemy country had moved its capital to Luoyang, an undeniable fact. The war between the two countries continued, and he had to survive until the war ended… Many years passed, and finally, the war ended. The general walked out of the leaning, seemingly collapsing gate of the Garan Temple for the first time, returning to the place he had longed for day and night.

The rain falls heavily in my old hometown, where the grass and trees grow deep. I heard you are still alone. The mottled city gate is entwined with old tree roots. The echo on the stone slab is "Waiting Again." The rain falls heavily in my old hometown, where the grass and trees grow deep. I heard you are still guarding the lonely city. The shepherd's flute sounds on the outskirts of the city, falling in that wild village. Fate has taken root in us. The rain falls heavily in my old hometown, where the grass and trees grow deep. I heard you are still alone. The mottled city gate is entwined with old tree roots. The echo on the stone slab is "Waiting Again." The rain falls heavily in my old hometown, where the grass and trees grow deep. I heard you are still guarding the lonely city. The shepherd's flute sounds on the outskirts of the city, falling in that wild village. Fate has taken root in us. Fate has taken root in us. Listening to the rain at the Garan Temple, hoping for eternity. After singing, Zhang Xiaoyu looked at Wang Yuyan with deep affection and said to her, "I also have someone in my heart. Maybe she already has someone she likes, but I will keep waiting, keep waiting, keep waiting."

Wang Yuyan's heart pounded wildly. Was he confessing his feelings to her? But no, she loved her cousin! Yet, why could she barely remember what her cousin looked like? Wang Yuyan was torn, her eyes filled with struggle.

"Let me tell you a joke," Zhang Xiaoyu said, not wanting to pressure Wang Yuyan any further. Judging from her expression, she probably felt he was almost as important as Murong Fu now, and pushing her too hard might backfire.

"Okay, go ahead," Wang Yuyan nodded.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought for a moment and said, "One day, an elephant asked a camel, 'Why are your nipples on your back?' The camel replied, 'Get lost, I don't talk to things with their penises on their faces.' A snake overheard the conversation and burst into laughter. The elephant turned to the snake and said, 'What are you laughing at? You have a face on your penis, and you still have the nerve to laugh.'" After telling the joke, Wang Yuyan didn't laugh, but instead looked blankly at him: "Young master, what are nipples? What are penises? I don't find your joke funny at all." Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoyu felt a pang of annoyance. He realized that Wang Yuyan wasn't a modern person and didn't know what nipples and penises represented.

However, this also reflected Wang Yuyan's innocence. If the same joke were told to women in brothels, even if they had never heard of nipples and penises, they would definitely be able to guess their meaning.

"Yuyan, do you want to know? How about I explain it to you?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked with a wicked smile.

Wang Yuyan laughed, "Of course I want to know." Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and said shamelessly, "The secret is not to be shared with outsiders. Yuyan, come here, I'll tell you in secret." Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu's mysterious appearance, Wang Yuyan was intrigued and hurriedly stepped forward, leaning close to his ear.

Zhang Xiaoyu shamelessly explained the meanings of "mimi" and "jj" to Wang Yuyan in detail, almost as if he were taking off his pants to give a live explanation.

"Pah—Young Master, you're so naughty! What is all this nonsense?" Wang Yuyan bit her lip, her chest heaving, trying her best to suppress her shyness, and said angrily.

Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled, "You can't blame me for this, you insisted that I explain. By the way, Yuyan, now you should understand the meaning of that joke, right?" "You're so annoying—Young Master, you're a lecher!" Wang Yuyan raised her small fist and punched Zhang Xiaoyu in the chest, then turned and went into the room, closing the door behind her.

Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled. This was exactly the effect he wanted. She wasn't angry even after all he'd done to Wang Yuyan; it seemed the day he won her over wasn't far off.

Zhang Xiaoyu went to A'Zhu and the other two women.

"How's it going? Any results?" A'Zhu asked Zhang Xiaoyu.

"Of course! Don't you know who your husband is? Yuyan must be in a state of utter confusion right now. Actually, I'm much more important to her than Murong Fu, she just doesn't know it yet. I reckon it won't be long before Yuyan falls completely in love with me. It seems you're destined to lose our bet!" Zhang Xiaoyu said happily.

"Hmph, you haven't done it yet. We'll talk about it when you really have," A'Zhu retorted.

"My wife dares to talk back to her husband? It seems I have no choice but to punish you tonight," Zhang Xiaoyu said, then, feigning a lecherous look, reached out his hands towards A'Zhu.

"If you dare come looking for me, I'll kick you under the bed. Abi and Xiaohe will sleep with me tonight; you can go sleep with your own blanket," Azhu giggled, pulling Abi and Xiaohe back.

"Hehe, where can't I sleep, young master? This Mantuo Manor is all yours. Those little maids look at you like wolves that haven't eaten for days have seen meat. If you want, you can defile as many women as you want tonight," Zhang Xiaoyu said lewdly, watching the three women's departing figures.

But he should still go check on the embroiderer and her daughter. A'Luo was exhausted from his antics this afternoon, and although she didn't actually come, he had still managed to make her turn sideways with his foot. She must be asleep by now, too tired.

Thinking this, Zhang Xiaoyu headed towards Youcao's room. After all, he didn't know where Xiuniang lived, and the look Xiuniang gave him when she left after dinner clearly indicated that she wanted him to come and keep her company that night. She couldn't handle herself alone, so she would definitely be waiting for him with her daughter. Zhang Xiaoyu's lower body couldn't help but stir with desire.

Reaching the door of Youcao's room, Zhang Xiaoyu pushed it open and saw Xiuniang there. The two women were adding water to a large bathtub. Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu enter, Xiuniang happily put down the tub, ran over, and grabbed one of Zhang Xiaoyu's arms, saying sweetly, "Husband, you've finally come! I thought you weren't coming tonight. Did you steal those three girls, Azhu, from me too?" Zhang Xiaoyu's arm was held tightly in Xiuniang's embrace, pressed against the valley between her breasts. Xiuniang kept moving her body, and Zhang Xiaoyu's arm deeply felt Xiuniang's full breasts.

"What, my dear mother-in-law, aren't you jealous? You're their eldest sister, you know," Zhang Xiaoyu teased.

"Mom gets jealous of other people? I'm glad I'm not jealous of her. She snatched someone else's husband right away, what kind of mother-in-law are you?" Youcao joked from the side.

"You brat, don't forget I'm not only your mother now, but also your eldest sister. If you don't behave, I'll have your husband father deal with you," Xiu Niang said, having been through it all, and wasn't afraid of Youcao at all.

Youcao was young and no match for Xiu Niang. Hearing Xiu Niang's words, she immediately obediently continued pouring water.

"Husband, our daughter can't be like this, she might get bullied later." The embroiderer wasn't about to let Youcao off the hook.

"Mother, you're so mean, I'm not playing anymore!" Youcao quickly surrendered to the embroiderer.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at this lively mother and daughter and felt very happy. "Are you getting ready to take a bath?" "Yes, how can we have fun with you, my husband, if we don't get clean?" The embroiderer said charmingly to Zhang Xiaoyu.

"Then let's bathe together, let's have a little water play, but I've never heard of one or two mandarin ducks, one male and two females!" After saying that, he picked up the embroiderer.

The embroiderer's soft, boneless arms wrapped around Zhang Xiaoyu's neck, letting him carry her to the bathtub in the room.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked to the bathtub, put down the embroiderer, and pulled Youcao to his side as well.

"Today, will you two serve your husband, or will your husband serve you?" Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the two women, his eyes gleaming with lust.

"Anything is fine, as long as my husband is happy," the embroiderer said seductively.

Zhang Xiaoyu pulled the embroiderer's alluring body into his arms. A faint fragrance, like musk and orchid, wafted to his nose. Zhang Xiaoyu kissed her smooth, delicate cheeks, his lips capturing her soft lips, his tongue teasing her delicate tongue, exploring the sweet scent within her mouth, biting and nibbling at her thin lips. The embroiderer closed her eyes, indulging in familiar desire, her hands involuntarily clinging tightly to Zhang Xiaoyu's back.

Zhang Xiaoyu reached out and slowly unbuttoned the embroiderer's clothes, his lips moving slowly down her lips, licking her full figure. The embroiderer's body was slender yet voluptuous, her smooth, delicate skin as lustrous as jade, her pretty face flushed, her breasts heaving, her pink thighs long and graceful, her calves with elegant curves.

Zhang Xiaoyu scooped up the half-undressed embroiderer and carried her into the bathtub, followed by Youcao. Luckily, the tub was large enough, indicating that the embroiderer had prepared in advance.

The water overflowed as the three of them took up the space. The embroiderer opened her alluring, watery eyes, glared at him, and sat down on Zhang Xiaoyu's firm abdomen.

Zhang Xiaoyu stared intently at her with lustful eyes. Even though they were already intimately close, the embroiderer couldn't help but blush with shyness under his gaze. She whispered, "You naughty husband, be careful your eyeballs pop out." Zhang Xiaoyu's lustful hands caressed the embroiderer's long, fair, and smooth legs, and he laughed, "Wouldn't it be better if they popped out? Then they could see my wife's alluring parts for the rest of their lives." The embroiderer glared at him coquettishly, her hands stroking Zhang Xiaoyu's chest, and said coquettishly, "Dream on, I don't want that." Zhang Xiaoyu smiled slyly, "Fine, then. Now, your husband will personally clean up your little sister to prepare for my little brother's visit." As he spoke, he pulled the embroiderer to sit on his chest.

At first, the embroiderer didn't understand the meaning of Zhang Xiaoyu's words, but after thinking about it, she suddenly understood, and her alluring eyes became even more hazy, while Youcao was completely confused.

The embroiderer gave Zhang Xiaoyu a coquettish glance, a hint of excitement in her eyes, and sat down beside him, her chin resting on his chest. Zhang Xiaoyu spread her straight, pink thighs apart, exposing her vulva in the water, parting the delicate, soft, curly pubic hair, glistening with a sticky sheen at the pink petals.

His hands immediately began to carefully and tenderly cleanse the embroiderer's alluring pink petals, his movements gentle, his eyes filled with deep affection, as if he were caressing a beloved object. The embroiderer's beautiful, affectionate eyes gazed intently at Zhang Xiaoyu's handsome face, her body enjoying his obedient, yet more sensitive, movements than her own.

She looked at him tenderly, her large eyes brimming with tears. After a long while, she finally couldn't resist giving Zhang Xiaoyu a seductive glance with her captivating phoenix eyes, panting as she said, "Husband, inside... I haven't washed it yet... ah!" Zhang Xiaoyu lifted her long, slender legs high onto his shoulders, licking and kissing them, his voice indistinct as he said, "Coming soon, don't rush." With that, Zhang Xiaoyu immediately went straight to the entrance of her flower chamber. He first touched the large petals with his hand, then used his fingers to spread

them open, pinching the tender little petals inside, making her feel both numb and itchy, causing her to tremble all over. Slowly, Zhang Xiaoyu began to squeeze and manipulate the buds, ruthlessly inserting his fingers deeper, causing the embroiderer to let out a soft moan. Zhang Xiaoyu's fingers continuously rubbed against the protruding little fleshy buds inside her flower walls. The two pure flesh-colored petals, already damp from his ministrations, lay half-open, panting.

As Zhang Xiaoyu rubbed her budding flower with his hand, she let out a series of moans: "Ah...ah...ah..." Her body trembled irregularly in response to Zhang Xiaoyu's 'cleaning' movements.

"Ah...ah...you're making me...so tight, it's so uncomfortable...husband...you're so naughty..." The embroiderer felt an intense itch from the friction of his fingers, waves of pleasure surged through her like electric currents, her plump buttocks twisting and thrusting upwards and swaying from side to side, her hands tightly embracing Zhang Xiaoyu's head, letting out joyful, coquettish breaths: "Oh...you...you feel so good...clean it up...harder...deeper..." The embroiderer's face was flushed, she looked at him deeply, her eyes misty with deep affection, her full breasts heaving rapidly, causing waves of milk to ripple in front of her, her small mouth exhaling sweet, fragrant breaths. "Mmm... Husband... I want... your... big treasure... to help me wash... ah..." Zhang Xiaoyu splashed water on her slippery valley while lewdly laughing and said, "Wife, don't rush, let's talk about it after your husband and your little mouth down there have a wet kiss! You help your husband wash too!" Zhang Xiaoyu lifted her round buttocks, took her soft petals into his mouth, and pressed his tongue against her swollen bud. She immediately felt waves of numbness all over her body, felt extremely hot from being caressed, and became excited and leaked some more. Her crystal-clear and delicate thighs clamped tightly around Xiaoyu's head, and she made a "mmm..." moaning sound from her nostrils.

Feeling comfortable, the embroiderer disregarded Zhang Xiaoyu's instructions. She squeezed out a large dollop of shower gel, gave Zhang Xiaoyu a seductive wink, and then flirtatiously caressed her snow-white, full breasts with her gel-covered hands. She then pressed them against Zhang Xiaoyu's back, squeezing and kneading them continuously. Her hands moved around to the front, grasping Zhang Xiaoyu's firm, enormous member, sometimes gently kneading and squeezing it, sometimes stroking it up and down, sometimes playing with the scrotum. Zhang Xiaoyu felt the two mounds of flesh rubbing against his back, extremely comfortable, and couldn't help but let out a soft moan. "

Mmm...mmm...no...so comfortable...ah..." Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't resist, and used his hands to put her in the bathtub, spread her legs, and bent down to circle her soft petals, his teeth sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily biting and sucking on the tender bud. The embroiderer let out suppressed, indistinct moans, and a confused expression appeared on her flushed face. The tender petals opened, gleaming with a lewd sheen, the pink buds standing proudly. Zhang Xiaoyu's tongue probed beneath the moist, dripping flower, taking the plump, juicy petals into his mouth and sucking. His tongue explored the lower part of the flesh, licking upwards until it reached the bud, inhaling the faint scent emanating from the flower.

Zhang Xiaoyu used the tip of his tongue to suck up the pink bud. Her smooth, delicate body convulsed slightly, "Oh... Husband, I can't take it anymore... Oh... Ah..." Zhang Xiaoyu again sucked the bud into his mouth with his lips, his tongue crawling along the fine slits of the mucous membrane. The embroiderer's thighs rose and opened, appearing long and slender, the gushing petals exuding a captivating charm.

Zhang Xiaoyu inserted his middle finger into the flesh, kneading open the inner petals, sucking on the dripping fluid, pressing his mouth against the petals and sucking hard, "Ah... Oh... Husband, you... are too amazing... I can't take it anymore... Oh... Faster... Oh..." Zhang Xiaoyu's fingers played with the petals, hot fluid continuously seeping from the honeyed orifice.

"Quick...come quickly...husband, I want you..." The embroiderer's lustful voice and expression made Zhang Xiaoyu swallow hard. Her alluring moans softened into sweet, cloying sounds as she gripped his dragon and moved closer to the entrance of the flower chamber. The embroiderer straightened his dragon, its tip resting on the petals, and slowly sat down. Zhang Xiaoyu gripped her slender waist tightly, lifting and lowering her soft, delicate body so that the flower chamber could vertically embrace his dragon.

Ah…like that…mmm…ah…husband…you’re so amazing…ah…The embroiderer twisted her whole body, enjoying the pleasure of the woman-on-top, man-on-bottom 'horse riding' position, occasionally letting out melodious moans. Her elastic body was pounded up and down, causing her fair breasts to tremble. Zhang Xiaoyu reached out and cupped her breasts, kneading and pinching them. The embroiderer thrust her tender, round buttocks forward to meet Zhang Xiaoyu. The inner walls of her flower chamber tightly gripped the dragon, writhing and sucking on the head, hot, sticky drops flowing down onto Zhang Xiaoyu’s legs.

Zhang Xiaoyu stroked the smooth skin of the embroiderer’s thighs, supporting her round, round buttocks. He completely withdrew his dragon and then thrust it in again. The embroiderer bit her lip, her dignified and virtuous face displaying a captivating allure in the midst of her arousal, which made Zhang Xiaoyu’s heart flutter. Her blushing face buried against Zhang Xiaoyu’s chest, she breathed heavily, her fragrant tongue slightly protruding. The flower chamber trembled, its fleshy walls convulsing, the aroused desire making her body hot, soft, and powerless.

"Ah...I...I can't take it anymore...ah...I can't..." The embroiderer's pretty face flushed, her mouth slightly open, eyes half-closed, panting softly, thrusting her round, plump buttocks, her mouth constantly uttering wanton moans. The flower chamber gripped the dragon tightly. Zhang Xiaoyu, holding the embroiderer's slender waist, thrust the dragon's head deep into the hot, tight flower chamber. The water in the large bathtub rippled like the ocean as Zhang Xiaoyu and the embroiderer stirred.

The slippery, tight flower chamber, the hot, moist flower chamber, tightly bound the dragon without any gaps. Zhang Xiaoyu kissed her cheek, bit her earlobe, and breathed heavily in her ear. His hands pressed against her rounded shoulders as he thrust forcefully. A series of wanton moans escaped her cherry-like lips… The embroiderer's small hands gripped Zhang Xiaoyu's forearm tightly, her round, fleshy buttocks moving with his thrusts. Zhang Xiaoyu's thrusts were fast and deep, his dragon penetrating to the very root, breaking through the petals and reaching the heart of her flower. The embroiderer's face flushed red, her large, watery eyes gazing at Zhang Xiaoyu. She couldn't help but wrap her arms around his neck, her sexy, moist lips covering his mouth as she breathed hot air into him, moaning. More and more fluid flowed from her flower chamber. "

Ah…so powerful…oh…oh…" The embroiderer moaned, her face red, responding to Zhang Xiaoyu's thrusts. Her soft, supple breasts trembled, her wet, tender white buttocks arching upwards. Ah, her flower chamber convulsed, flowing with hot fluid as she reached her climax.

Still not quite satisfied, Zhang Xiaoyu, taking advantage of the embroiderer's lingering climax, sat up, embracing her soft, limp body. He withdrew his still-hard, iron-like member, smiled slightly, and looked at her affectionately, saying, "Good mother-in-law, help your husband sip." The embroiderer's cheeks flushed, and without a word, she lowered her head and took the enormous member into her mouth. The warm breath rushed to her lower abdomen, and Zhang Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of comfort, stroking her hair. The embroiderer moved her head, sucking and stroking, her expression charming and alluring, while gently kneading her scrotum.

Youcao shyly leaned closer, lying down beside Zhang Xiaoyu. Zhang Xiaoyu stroked her flushed face and said, "Good daughter, you come too." Youcao obediently nodded, and the embroiderer released the member, letting Youcao step forward. Youcao skillfully manipulated the dragon, her technique quite adept. Zhang Xiaoyu gently stroked her face, praising her comfortably, "Good darling, you did very well!" Youcao giggled, grasped the dragon, and opened her mouth to take the head into her mouth. But being a new wife, she couldn't immediately adapt to Zhang Xiaoyu's enormous dragon, so she had to slowly penetrate deeper. The pleasure that had been building was about to fade again. After she had swallowed and spat for a while, Zhang Xiaoyu said softly, "Daughter, let Mother take over!" Youcao glanced at Zhang Xiaoyu and turned to the side. Zhang Xiaoyu withdrew the dragon, the thick saliva stretching into a long, glistening thread. The embroiderer immediately turned her head and took the dragon into her mouth again, swallowing and spitting vigorously. Zhang Xiaoyu appreciatively stroked her face, and she, with a charming expression, intensified her oral movements. Zhang Xiaoyu then had Youcao lick his penis. While Xiuniang was sucking his penis, Youcao licked his scrotum and glans. Then, when Youcao swallowed his penis, Xiuniang kissed his glans. Zhang Xiaoyu made them take turns serving his penis. When his penis was enormous, he first had the two kneel side by side. Zhang Xiaoyu gently stroked their plump buttocks from behind, and Xiuniang and Youcao trembled.

Zhang Xiaoyu first thrust into Youcao's body hundreds of times, then moved to Xiuniang's back, thrusting his penis deep into her flower garden. He gently stroked the two women's hair, and suddenly had a whimsical idea, making the mother and daughter kiss. The two women were stunned at first, feeling embarrassed. To dispel their shyness, Zhang Xiaoyu leaned down and kissed their red lips. Then the three of them intertwined their lips. Zhang Xiaoyu withdrew, watching the mother and daughter's fragrant tongues locked in a kiss.

The two women first kissed each other awkwardly, then from unfamiliar to skilled, and then passionate. Two fragrant tongues slid in and out incessantly, making "tsk tsk" sounds. Zhang Xiaoyu watched, his desire intensifying, and he increased his thrusting into the mother and daughter.

After a while, Zhang Xiaoyu adjusted the two women's positions. He first had the embroiderer lie face down on the bed, then had Youcao lie on her mother's back, both with their legs spread apart, so that the two women's peach garden entrances overlapped. Zhang Xiaoyu knelt down behind them, first pressing against Youcao's petals, and then inserted himself. After thrusting for a while, his dragon pulled, and then smoothly inserted into the embroiderer's body. The two holes were being thrust into alternately, stimulating the mother and daughter to the point of arousal, panting heavily. Then Zhang Xiaoyu thrust in and out, laughing, "Mother-in-law, daughter, how is it, comfortable, right..." The mother and daughter could only utter "uh uh ah ah" sounds.

"Alright, I'll make you even more comfortable..." Chapter 066: The Enchantress's Face Like a Flower with Dew Zhang Xiaoyu positioned the two women in a 69 position, with the embroiderer below and Youcao above, licking each other's flower gardens. Under Zhang Xiaoyu's tutelage, the mother and daughter had long since abandoned morality and shame, forgetting their relationship. For the sake of their lover's pleasure, Chen Yuqing parted Youcao's jade buttocks and began licking her peach blossom, causing Youcao's body to tremble. Zhang Xiaoyu pressed her head down, and Youcao obediently stuck out her tongue to tease Chen Yuqing's clitoris. Seeing that it was about time, Zhang Xiaoyu stepped forward, pulled over a pillow, and placed it under the embroiderer's waist, making her lower body protrude even more. He erected his dragon, had Youcao help insert it into the embroiderer's flower cave, and then began to thrust violently. Youcao, her face flushed, watched as Qiang Ge's enormous member moved in and out of her mother's vagina with measured rhythm. When it entered, the entire shaft was barely visible; when it withdrew, the glans gleamed, accompanied by drops of vaginal fluid, making the young girl's body burn with desire. She frequently kissed Zhang Xiaoyu's navel and lower abdomen. Zhang Xiaoyu thrust vigorously, his hands kneading Youcao and Xiuniang's bodies.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoyu pressed Youcao's head down, pulled out his massive member, and wetly inserted it into her mouth. Youcao let out a soft "Mmm," her face flushed, extremely shy. Zhang Xiaoyu gently pulled, laughing, "Taste your mother's flavor..." Xiuniang teased Youcao intensely beneath her, Youcao gently sucking, her breathing becoming rapid. Zhang Xiaoyu then inserted himself into Xiuniang's body, stroking Youcao's pretty face with one hand. She slightly opened her small mouth, panting, her expression one of deep fascination, leaning forward to lick Zhang Xiaoyu's lower abdomen. Zhang Xiaoyu wasn't idle either. He placed his hands on her breasts, caressing and kneading them incessantly. Her full, soft breasts changed shape under his hands. Zhang Xiaoyu

felt the embroiderer's flower garden convulsing intensely. His massive member was tightly gripped by the soft walls of her flower garden, throbbing like a surging tide. The embroiderer cried out, a gush of spring water gushing from the depths of her flower garden, then her body went limp, and she breathed weakly. Zhang Xiaoyu

told Youcao to get off her mother, then gently stroked the embroiderer's body, kissing her delicate face repeatedly, letting her quietly savor the afterglow of her climax. After a while, the embroiderer slowly came to her senses, her delicate face still flushed with a captivating blush. She whispered sweetly, "Little brother, it felt so good. I'm tired. Go find our daughter!"

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled slightly but didn't answer. Instead, he leaned over Youcao. Youcao snuggled up to his neck, her hot cherry lips offering themselves to him. Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled inwardly. This little girl was already burning with desire from his and her mother's performance and couldn't wait any longer. With a gentle probe, he found her petals already overflowing with desire. Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't bear to keep Youcao waiting any longer, so he thrust his hips forward, and his dragon automatically probed and tentatively entered Youcao's body.

Zhang Xiaoyu thrust forcefully, his fingers digging into Youcao's petals, which were now soaking wet and wide open. He could see the tender flesh of her red inner walls, which turned outwards with each thrust of his massive member. Her breathing grew increasingly rapid, and she moaned with her eyes closed, "Husband...faster...faster..." Her cries were like a rousing war drum, and Zhang Xiaoyu pounded into her petals with increasing ferocity. "Good darling, good daughter, from now on, when we make love, call me husband 'Daddy.'" "Daddy...I...can't...take it anymore..." Youcao became aroused again, and Zhang Xiaoyu felt her petals twitching incessantly. She writhed and twisted with each thrust, her hands pressing tightly against his buttocks, her breathing rapid. Suddenly, she stopped moving, silent, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Deep inside her, a band of muscles tightened around Zhang Xiaoyu, spasming violently.

The night was long, but the spring night was not short. Although Zhang Xiaoyu had not yet found release, he did not want his beloved mother and daughter to exhaust themselves to satisfy his momentary desires.

The embroiderer gently stroked Zhang Xiaoyu's magnificent lower body, lamenting, "Husband, are we so useless?" Zhang Xiaoyu put on a stern face and said, "Who says my wife and I are useless?" The embroiderer looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with affectionate yet resentful eyes and said, "Otherwise, why are we becoming less and less able to satisfy our husband?" Zhang Xiaoyu gently stroked her smooth face with the back of his fingers and laughed, "Then you must be too amazing, husband." Youcao said softly, "Husband, let's do it again!" Zhang Xiaoyu leaned in and kissed her cheek, laughing, "Good daughter, remember to call me father. Now let's talk!" Youcao looked happy, her cheeks flushed, and she tightly wrapped her arms around Zhang Xiaoyu's neck, whispering sweetly, "Father..." "Father, husband, you're so good to us." Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head and kissed her pink neck deeply, his right hand stroking Youcao's back and buttocks. He said softly, "If I'm not good to my wife, who am I good to?" He kissed Xiu Niang again, hugged the mother and daughter tightly, and said softly, "I'll be good to you two, my mother-in-law and my daughter for the rest of my life." Hearing Zhang Xiaoyu say this, Xiu Niang, who had recovered from her climax, had a blush on her cheeks that were filled with a hint of satisfaction. Her silky eyes were filled with a lazy, rippling light. Xiu Niang revealed a captivating and charming smile and said coquettishly, "Husband, turn around and let me rub your back for you!" Zhang Xiaoyu pinched the pink snow lotus on her full jade breasts and obediently turned around to face away from him. The embroiderer poured some milky white liquid, presumably for bathing, but instead of applying it directly to Zhang Xiaoyu's back, she smeared it all over her ample breasts. The milky white liquid slowly slid down the perfect lines of her jade-like breasts, the alluring, delicate jade pressed hotly against Zhang Xiaoyu's back; the two large protrusions deformed fully under the pressure, revealing the elasticity and softness of the embroiderer's breasts.

The embroiderer wriggled her upper body, letting her full breasts move up and down, left and right, constantly rubbing and squeezing against Zhang Xiaoyu's back. Besides feeling a warm, soft sensation, Zhang Xiaoyu's back also felt two firm protrusions gently scraping against it. He groaned softly, the embroiderer's full breasts pressed tightly against his. She rested her chin on Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulder, her long, flowing hair brushing against his sensitive earlobe. Then, she breathed a fragrant breath into his ear, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling as she smiled and asked, "Is it comfortable, my husband?" "Ah... Mother-in-law... You're so thoughtful," Zhang Xiaoyu groaned, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over him. After a while, the embroiderer reached out and slipped her hand under his armpit, gently flicking his erect penis with her delicate fingers. Then, with her small, smooth hand covered in foam, she grasped his penis and began to stroke it up and down. The embroiderer giggled, then moved her soft body to Zhang Xiaoyu's right side. One hand continued stroking his penis, while the other slipped inside his thigh, resting on his scrotum and gently kneading his testicles.

Seeing the bulging veins on the dragon's body, the embroiderer smiled seductively, increasing the speed of her caresses, squeezing and pressing; a beautiful, naked body, warm and enormous breasts, held Zhang Xiaoyu's right arm between her breasts. Her delicate face moved from the side to his front, her rosy lips slowly approaching, finally pressing against his. Her wet, sweet, clove-like tongue slipped into Zhang Xiaoyu's mouth, and he greedily sucked on her wet, slippery tongue.

After a while, Zhang Xiaoyu and the embroiderer, Youcao, emerged from the bathtub, completely entranced. After drying each other's bodies and hair, the three of them eagerly embraced tightly. Zhang Xiaoyu kissed Youcao's small mouth, and Youcao's delicate, clove-like tongue swirled inside his mouth. Zhang Xiaoyu's erect, hard dragon rested on her soft, flat belly.

Youcao raised one leg and wrapped it around Zhang Xiaoyu's waist, positioning her smooth, beautiful vulva directly against his erect, hard penis. Zhang Xiaoyu, holding her plump buttocks, thrust forward, and Youcao's body followed suit. With a soft "plop," and a delicate cry from Youcao, Zhang Xiaoyu's penis plunged into her tender, alluring vulva.

Youcao clung tightly to Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulders, thrusting her body forward with all her might. Zhang Xiaoyu held her with one arm... Zhang Xiaoyu's slender waist was held by one hand, his hand embracing her soft, smooth, and plump buttocks. His massive penis thrust forcefully into her flower-like opening. The tight, wrinkled walls of her flower-like opening gripped Zhang Xiaoyu's penis, her small petals tightly enveloping it. Their tongues collided and intertwined.

Zhang Xiaoyu pulled Youcao into a tight embrace, and Youcao wrapped her arms around his neck, her shapely legs entwined around his waist. Her flower-like opening tightly enveloped his penis, her head... Her half-wet black hair fluttered behind her head as Zhang Xiaoyu's massive dragon thrust into her.

Youcao's slender legs were tightly wrapped around Zhang Xiaoyu's waist, his dragon thrusting deep into her flower garden, her opening tightly enveloping his. Zhang Xiaoyu held Youcao in his arms, his dragon inside her, and pulled the embroiderer along, leading her to the large bed.

"Ah...ah...so big...ah...so full...so swollen...ah..." Youcao's soft moans were filled with satisfaction, her beautiful... Her face contorted slightly. Zhang Xiaoyu thrust his massive dragon into the warm, deepest part of the flower garden. Youcao's soft, smooth, and elastic body clung tightly to Zhang Xiaoyu, her fleshy, bouncy breasts trembling against his chest. The pink protrusions on her large breasts gently rubbed against his penis. Youcao's slightly bent, slender legs gently supported her vulva, welcoming Zhang Xiaoyu's movements, ensuring each thrust was firm and deep.

Zhang Xiaoyu thrust his massive dragon powerfully, penetrating as deeply as possible into the flower garden. Mmm…mmm… A seductive moan escaped her nose, her pretty face flushed, making her appear even more alluring and shy. Her smooth, jade-like arms wrapped around Zhang Xiaoyu's waist. Her alluring eyes held a dreamy gaze as Zhang Xiaoyu reached out and caressed her firm, voluptuous body. His lower abdomen slammed against her soft belly, his massive member thrusting within her tight walls. "

Ah...ah...oh...I...can't...take it...again...I'm going to cum..." A tearful expression crossed Youcao's face as Zhang Xiaoyu hoisted her pink legs onto his shoulders. He thrust downwards forcefully, the fluid squeezing from the flower's opening flowing wetly down the dragon's length, soaking the fragrant grass.

"Ah...almost there...ah..." The grass whimpered lasciviously. She bent her soft, jade-like legs forcefully, swaying her round, upturned buttocks to match Zhang Xiaoyu's thrusts. Her delicate, exquisite feet swayed on Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulders, tracing beautiful arcs.

Just then, Zhang Xiaoyu stopped, turning instead to kiss her fair neck. The grass's smooth back pressed tightly against Zhang Xiaoyu, and he inhaled her scent... The fragrance of her hair wafted through the air as his hands kneaded her tender, white breasts. The embroiderer closed her eyes, enjoying the caresses. Zhang Xiaoyu kissed her soft earlobe and suckled her sensitive neck. "

Ah...mmm...mmm...ah..." Youcao moaned beautifully. Zhang Xiaoyu's right hand left her mature, full, alluring breasts, slowly moving towards her vulva, gently caressing it. His left hand continued to knead and knead her soft breasts. Zhang Xiaoyu gently stroked Youcao's body with his fingers, the light, almost imperceptible touch making Youcao... A sharp moan escaped her lips. She writhed desperately, her soft body twisting and turning. Zhang Xiaoyu's fingertips gently caressed and kneaded her surroundings with tenderness. He lowered his head and lightly kissed the fleshy part of her hand, his fingers touching her tiny bud.

Youcao arched her fleshy buttocks, pleading pitifully, "Oh...husband...hurry...don't...torture me...ah...quick...give it to me...oh..." Zhang Xiaoyu withdrew his dragon from Youcao's moist flower chamber. As the dragon's head gently rubbed against her petals, Youcao couldn't help but arch her back and swallow the dragon's head. As Zhang Xiaoyu forcefully and slowly inserted his dragon, the petals of Youcao automatically drew it in.

The fleshy folds inside the flower chamber convulsed in wave-like spasms, tightly gripping the dragon. Zhang Xiaoyu felt a tightening in his scrotum, his long-suppressed dragon essence surging against the head of his dragon. Zhang Xiaoyu thrust the dragon urgently. "

Ah...I want you to shoot inside...ah...I want..." Youcao cried out excitedly, her breath coming in rapid gasps as she whispered in Zhang Xiaoyu's ear. Zhang Xiaoyu finally couldn't hold back any longer, his dragon essence, suppressed for so long, shooting out violently, striking the deep inner walls of Youcao's flower chamber. "

Ugh...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to die from it...ah...so good...ah..." She gripped Zhang Xiaoyu tightly with both hands, lifting her buttocks and writhing lasciviously, moaning incoherently, before collapsing onto Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulder.

Zhang Xiaoyu stroked Youcao's soft, delicate body, still savoring the afterglow of her orgasm, and pressed his lips to her cherry lips. Youcao's slightly open, moist eyes savored the pleasure she had just experienced. Her fingers lightly caressed Zhang Xiaoyu's lips. Zhang Xiaoyu gently stroked Youcao's back, which was slightly warm from pleasure. His teeth lightly nibbled at her slender fingers, and the embroiderer nestled tenderly in his arms, her arms wrapped around his neck.

Zhang Xiaoyu's hands slowly moved down from Youcao's shoulders, gently caressing her full, firm breasts. He kissed her fair neck, Youcao's smooth back pressed against him, and he inhaled the fragrance of her hair, his hands kneading her tender white breasts. Youcao closed her eyes, enjoying the caresses, while Zhang Xiaoyu kissed her soft earlobe and sucked on her sensitive neck.

After a while, Zhang Xiaoyu pulled up the embroiderer who had regained some strength. The embroiderer got up and lay face down on the bed, her plump buttocks raised. Zhang Xiaoyu held her snow-white, full buttocks with his hands, his hard penis touching her petals, eliciting giggles from the embroiderer. She twisted her body, swaying her buttocks, one hand grasping Zhang Xiaoyu's penis, grinding the head against her erect, small, cardamom-like bud, letting out seductive moans: "Mmm...mmm...oh..." Zhang Xiaoyu supported her round buttocks, thrusting his penis forward towards her pink flower, pressing tightly together once more. "Oh!" The embroiderer's head jerked up, her smooth back arched. Zhang Xiaoyu grasped her tender, smooth buttocks with both hands. The embroiderer buried her blushing face deep in the sheets. The dragon thrust rapidly in and out of the flower chamber, the smooth flesh of her buttocks undulating alluringly with each powerful pounding of Zhang Xiaoyu, her round, juicy breasts swaying incessantly.

The lewd sounds of "splat...splat" filled the air, the flower chamber splashing everywhere with each intense impact. Zhang Xiaoyu reached down and squeezed her round, plump breasts, the embroiderer clenching her teeth, her lips tightly pressed together, finally unable to resist, moaning seductively in rhythm with Zhang Xiaoyu's movements.

Her slender waist swayed in time with Zhang Xiaoyu's thrusts, her skin glistening with fragrant sweat. Her long, smooth, black hair cascaded down, the friction between her vaginal mucosa and the dragon making Zhang Xiaoyu's scrotum slippery. Zhang Xiaoyu buried his face in the embroiderer's long hair, inhaling its sweet fragrance, and quickened his thrusts. The embroiderer pulled back her delicate feet, desperately twisting her body.

The stimulation from the dragon head in the flower room, coupled with the sudden invasion of her anus, caused her full breasts to tremble uncontrollably. Zhang Xiaoyu inserted his middle finger into the fiery depths of her narrow anus. The embroiderer turned her head and gave Zhang Xiaoyu a seductive glare, moaning, "Husband... what are you doing... be gentle... it's... dirty there..." Zhang Xiaoyu hooked her petals with the tip of his index finger and pulled them down, completely exposing her bright red petals. The embroiderer opened her small lips and groaned helplessly, tears streaming down her plump petals and into her narrow buttocks.

"My husband loves this place, it's not dirty at all, my army loves it to death, today I must give it to you, my husband." The embroiderer looked at Zhang Xiaoyu's huge dragon and said with some worry, "Husband... then... today I'll give it to you... gently... my darling... it's so big." Zhang Xiaoyu pulled out his dragon from her flower room and straddled her round, fleshy buttocks. He held the dragon and rubbed it a few times in her wet buttocks. The head of the dragon pressed tightly against her tender anus, ignoring the tight contractions of her delicate chrysanthemum bud, and forced its way through the tight, delicate flesh vortex, penetrating deeply.

Ah... ah... it's too big... slower... no... oh... The embroiderer couldn't help but let out a scream that was both pleasurable and painful, her hot and tight rectum undulating.

Seeking the ultimate pleasure in the embroiderer's chrysanthemum bud, the embroiderer's small mouth was slightly open, her face full of charm, her delicate eyebrows showing a hint of excitement amidst her sorrow. Her round, fleshy buttocks and full, swollen flower room were fully presented before Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes. The dark, thick grass stretched from the flower bud to the chrysanthemum bud. Zhang Xiaoyu held the embroiderer's slender waist and thrust into her. The embroiderer felt the burning sensation of the dragon at her chrysanthemum bud, the friction leaving no gap. "

Husband... be gentle... I can't take it... ah... ah... slower..." the embroiderer pleaded and moaned, her slender and alluring body swaying. Zhang Xiaoyu held her thighs with his hands, his dragon thrusting heavily into the deepest part of her rectum, filling it completely, until her anus was red and swollen. The embroiderer let out unconscious moans, her rectum tightly gripping the dragon, each thrust rubbing against the flesh walls.

"Little slut...does it feel good..." Zhang Xiaoyu looked down at his massive dragon thrusting in and out of her delicate chrysanthemum bud between her round, white buttocks. The embroiderer silently endured his storm of passion, finally letting out a loud moan. Zhang Xiaoyu slapped her fair buttocks with his right hand...slap...red handprints appeared on the embroiderer's fair buttocks. Listening to the lewd sounds, Zhang Xiaoyu fully enjoyed the pleasure different from that in the flower room.

"Mmm...husband...you're so good...so good at it..." Zhang Xiaoyu increased the speed of his thrusts, slapping her elastic round buttocks, lying on her back and tightly hugging her slender waist. The embroiderer's slender waist twisted like a snake, unconsciously cooperating with Zhang Xiaoyu's large movements. Zhang Xiaoyu grabbed her delicate buttocks and bouncy breasts, kneading them wantonly.

Her soft, delicate body swayed and arched, letting Zhang Xiaoyu press down on her sweat-drenched back. His massive member thrust fiercely into her tender anus, her rectum contracting and throbbing, trying to expel it. Zhang Xiaoyu rode on the embroiderer's round, fleshy buttocks, pounding into her relentlessly. The embroiderer moaned with difficulty.

The sounds of flesh colliding echoed repeatedly. The embroiderer's breasts swayed wildly from the impact, her soft nipples shaking violently with each thrust. Her face flushed crimson, her eyes glazed, and she sobbed softly, her whole body trembling. Her long, black hair was disheveled, draped over her chest, obscuring her full breasts, which were as red as blooming petals.

The embroiderer's bright red mouth was gasping for breath from Zhang Xiaoyu's thrusting. Her head was thrown back high, her beautiful eyes wide open, her mouth agape, emitting silent, lewd sounds. Zhang Xiaoyu pinched the bud on her vulva with two fingers, twisting it lightly and heavily. She let out soft sighs, her rectum contracting more violently, almost crushing Zhang Xiaoyu's penis, as if she too was experiencing pleasure.

Zhang Xiaoyu's hands caressed her plump, fleshy buttocks. Her deep anus swallowed his penis, her rectal muscles tightly gripping the base, layers of tender flesh tightly surrounding the head. The embroiderer moaned softly, rubbing her full breasts. Zhang Xiaoyu gradually

increased the speed of his thrusts, slapping the flesh of the embroiderer's plump buttocks with both hands, making crisp "slap...slap" sounds. The tender, pink flesh of the embroiderer's anus turned in and out with the movement of his penis, her delicate body seemingly unable to withstand any further ravages.

The embroiderer felt an unprecedented sense of pleasure, moaning softly and incessantly, "Ah...so good...ah ah...so beautiful..." Her hair was disheveled, and her delicate and alluring body swayed, revealing alluring waves of breasts and buttocks. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed as the dragon plunged deep into her rear, the sensations of numbness, itchiness, pain, and fullness mixing into an extremely strange pleasure.

The dragon's thrusts caused ripples to spread across her smooth, white buttocks, making the embroiderer even more languid and powerless. Her beautiful body was so soft that it seemed she could not withstand the impact at any moment, yet she was able to withstand the hard entry and withdrawal each time. "

Oh...so strong...husband...I can't...take it anymore...um..." The embroiderer moaned weakly, her small mouth wide open, her slender legs straightened, her hands gripping the quilt, using her anus to stroke the dragon. Zhang Xiaoyu enjoyed the pleasure she brought, feeling every subtle movement within her anus. The embroiderer's soft, boneless body leaned back against Zhang Xiaoyu's chest, her beautiful eyes staring blankly at him, her mouth wide open, panting heavily.

Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head and kissed her alluring cherry lips passionately, his hands encircling her slender waist, embracing her curvaceous and captivating body. He savored the sweet red lips of the beauty in his arms. Her petite and exquisite body leaned forward and backward, her delicate and powerless appearance exciting Zhang Xiaoyu even more. Zhang Xiaoyu pulled out his dragon and flipped her elastic body over, holding her tightly in his arms.

He sucked on her round and full breasts. The embroiderer's legs were spread open, allowing him to do as he pleased, her face full of lust. Zhang Xiaoyu stroked her smooth hair, his lips lightly kissing her flawless white face and forehead. Zhang Xiaoyu comfortably caressed her full breasts and soft inner thighs. Gazing at the embroiderer's small and delicate pink nipples, Zhang Xiaoyu stuck out his tongue and gently licked her tender and sensitive nipples. Her small, hard nipples trembled, and his dragon once again plunged deeply into her full flower garden.

"Ah... Husband... How come... Ah... You haven't come yet... Ah... Oh..." The embroiderer frowned as the dragon's head penetrated her moist, mucous membrane-like flower chamber, a sweet pleasure flowing through her body, and the lust hidden within her erupted once more. "

Oh... It feels so good... I can't take it... Ah... Husband... You want to fuck me... to death..." The embroiderer's breasts arched back, her long hair disheveled and obscuring her face, as she swayed her hips passionately, her full breasts thrusting towards Zhang Xiaoyu. The dragon was submerged, and from deep within her flower chamber came sounds of the pulsating sensation of the mucous membrane and the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh, as Zhang Xiaoyu thrust forward in rhythm.

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