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Zhao Qian and Ma Lan have divorced.
Ma Lan was having an affair. Everyone in the compound knew, except for Zhao Qian, who was completely unaware. One
ordinary afternoon, Zhao Qian returned home early from work and saw Ma Lan being violated in such an ugly state.
He finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the next day, they went to the neighborhood office together and exchanged their marriage certificates for blue ones.
Ma Lan didn't care. She'd long since looked down on Zhao Qian. A bespectacled college student who
'd been a technician for ten years and still had ten other women in bed. While he was good to her in daily life,
his performance was terrible, lasting only two or three minutes each time. She really didn't know how he'd gotten pregnant with Zhao Lili.
The divorce agreement stipulated that Ma Lan would take Lili, and Zhao Qian would pay 300 yuan per month in child support.
After the divorce, Ma Lan left her child with her maternal grandmother and rented a place to live. With her lover
's occasional company, she was carefree and happy. However, as time went on, loneliness inevitably set in. After all,
her lover was someone else's husband, and she couldn't be with him all the time. Besides, with so many people around,
gossip would inevitably arise. Sometimes, Ma Lan would think of Zhao Qian, bitterly regretting that
if he hadn't insisted on the divorce, she wouldn't be having to cook for herself after work now.
Ma Lan knocked on the door of what used to be her home; she was there to collect alimony. Zhao Qian
was drinking alone at home when he opened the door and saw his ex-wife standing there, looking as beautiful as a flower. A surge of anger rose within him.
This slut! He had loved and cherished her, yet she had still cheated on him, making him
a laughingstock and unable to hold his head high in front of others. He immediately lost his temper. Ma Lan didn't care; she got
straight to the point, stating her purpose and quietly waiting for the money.
Zhao Qian grabbed her hair and threw her onto the concrete floor. Sitting on her soft
stomach, he slapped her hard across the face several times. Ma Lan's first reaction was
surprise . She had known Zhao Qian for over ten years, and he had always been a soft-spoken and slow-moving
man; he had never acted so recklessly before. Then she started howling.
Fueled by alcohol, Zhao Qian
started a violent fight, experiencing a thrill he had never known before. Hearing Ma Lan's
screams only fueled his anger, and he slapped her several more times across the face. Ma Lan was
stunned, her eyes wide and mouth agape, unable to speak. Several dark red finger marks appeared on her delicate face
, and her chest heaved violently.
Panting heavily, Zhao Qian looked at his ex-wife beneath him and suddenly became
aroused. In a few swift movements, he stripped Ma Lan naked. Strangely,
Ma Lan didn't scream during the process; she only tried to resist, twisting her body with all her might, but she couldn't escape
her fate of being stripped naked. Her bright white flesh was particularly conspicuous on the dirty floor. Zhao Qian turned Ma Lan
over , making her lie face down, stepped on her back with one foot, and casually untied
his belt from his waistband, whipping it across her plump buttocks, making a series of crisp slapping sounds.
Ma Lan 's buttocks changed color, from red to pink, finally leaving dark red
marks.
Ma Lan cried until her voice was hoarse, but no one came to her rescue. She was firmly trampled under
the feet of the man who had once been her husband. Powerless to struggle, she suddenly felt her own
insignificance. At first, she twisted her body to express her dissatisfaction, but later she could only lie there panting
, waiting hopelessly for the whip to fall from the sky, hitting her buttocks,
back , and thighs. Everywhere was burning with pain, and she had no idea when it would end.
Zhao Qian became increasingly addicted to the act. The lump of flesh beneath his feet had finally received its due punishment,
a thought that excited him. His penis gradually swelled and hardened, as if about to explode
. Unable to resist any longer, he threw off his belt, pulled down his pants, squatted down, wrapped his arms around Ma Lan's
waist, and lifted her up forcefully. Ma Lan's swollen, red buttocks rose up. The two buttocks naturally
parted , revealing a tender, bright red vulva. That vulva radiated heat, moist and slippery, slightly
parted, as if inviting his penis to enter quickly. Zhao Qian thrust in violently,
pumping recklessly with all his might.
Ma Lan felt it; the thick penis had
a hardness and heat she had never seen before. Even just the moment it entered, it sent a shiver
down first mini-orgasm. She moaned softly, her whole body heating up, as if
ignited by the penis inside her. Half an hour—Zhao Qian had never been this good before;
even in his early days, he had never lasted more than ten minutes.
Ma Lan's buttocks were already
automatically sticking up, searching for the best angle for penetration, and she was moaning and groaning
incessantly . Apart from chasing the orgasm, her mind was blank. Finally, Zhao Qian
ejaculated his hot semen into Ma Lan's body, hitting the walls of her uterus as if hitting her heart.
Ma Lan screamed and ushered in her fifth orgasm.
Ma Lan's body had been rolling around in the cement floor and the puddle of her own semen for a long time, and
was already filthy beyond recognition, like a pile of garbage. Only the rise and fall of her breathing proved that she was still
human. Zhao Qian washed himself, then came over and kicked Ma Lan. Ma Lan looked up at him,
and suddenly a complex emotion arose: fear, love, admiration, or even hatred, all
of were strong.
This man was completely different from before; this new man was someone Malan
couldn't understand. Malan struggled to get up and went to the bathroom to wash. Her whole body ached, yet she felt
an indescribable sense of relief. She washed for a long time, not because she was dirty, but because she was shocked. In
the process of recalling what had happened, whenever Malan touched the parts where she had been beaten, she immediately felt her whole body
swell , and her vagina started to flow with fluid again, yearning to be fucked hard again. She had never
been so sensitive as she was now.
After washing up, Ma Lan quickly grabbed her clothes and dressed, then fled as if escaping,
not daring to glance at Zhao Qian, who was sitting on the sofa smoking. Zhao Qian remained silent and motionless, immersed in
unexpected joy. Was that valiant man from just now really him? He could hardly believe it.
A few days later, Ma Lan came again demanding money. This time, she was dressed up and looked even more glamorous.
Zhao Gang, still uneasy about what happened last time, spoke with more guilt. Ma Lan
became and continued to hurl insults, seemingly trying to provoke Zhao Qian. Zhao Qian was indeed enraged
. He grabbed Ma Lan's hair, threw her to the ground, stomped on her face,
and beat her severely. He became increasingly excited as he beat her, finally having sex with her even more vigorously
than before . Ma Lan, ashamed, fled again, only
to return a few days later demanding money—a vicious cycle.
Gradually, Zhao Qian and Ma Lan became more and more in sync, staging the same play time and time again.
In the play, Zhao Qian found male dignity and pleasure, while Ma Lan experienced unprecedented
sexual happiness. They became intimate partners, inseparable.

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