Stepmother's Lucky Envelope

Summer in southern Taiwan is scorching hot. On a Saturday afternoon, Zhuang Zhiyang drove his truck along the provincial highway, pondering the past two months. He wondered what had gotten into him, why life had been so difficult.

He had lost his father, his girlfriend of four years had left him, and his brother, unable to bear the grief of losing their father, had gone to Tibet to seek enlightenment.

Zhuang Zhiyang was 25 years old, 168cm tall, no different from other young people, except that he had to endure life's hardships much earlier than others.

Driving along the provincial highway, Zhiyang suppressed his grief and anger, tears streaming down his face without him realizing it.

He thought to himself, how could God be so cruel in testing him, leaving him so helpless and isolated?

Suddenly, the beautiful face and alluring figure of his stepmother, Shen Lanxin, flashed through his mind. Zhuang Zhiyang wiped away his tears as he drove, thinking that he still had this one and only non-blood-related relative in the world, who depended on him for survival. A sense of relief washed over him. Driving on, he thought… the client arrived.

At the same time, Shen Lanxin woke up from her afternoon nap with a start.

Shen Lanxin was 33 years old, 165cm tall, with measurements of 34-24-35. Five years ago, she married Zhiyang's father, and now her secretary had taken over her late husband's Yangcheng Hardware Company.

Leaning against the headboard, Shen Lanxin recalled the dream. Why had she been dreaming of Zhiyang's father so frequently lately?

Why did she often dream of being naked and intimately entwined with Zhiyang in bed, and why did she always wake up in a fright just as Zhiyang's penis was about to penetrate her?

In the dream, Zhiyang's father told her to take good care of Zhiyang, to care for him like a mother, and to serve him like a wife. Then, in the dream, Zhiyang and she were naked, caressing and kissing each other.

Shen Lanxin felt her genitals were soaked; her panties were half-soaked with her own fluids. She had no choice but to get up and go to the bathroom to shower and change her wet panties.

In the bathroom, Shen Lanxin rinsed her body with the showerhead, thinking about Zhiyang's hard, hot penis in her dream. She wondered if it was as hard and hot in real life; her ex-husband's penis didn't seem to be that hard and hot.

Shen Lanxin had only ever had sex with her ex-husband. She wondered if a penis with only erectile tissue could be so hard and hot. And why did she have short, neat hair in the dream?

Shen Lanxin stroked her breasts, her buttocks, her vulva… Suddenly, something flashed through her mind. That's right! Her ex-husband had instructed her in the dream to prepare a brown paper envelope as a channel for communicating some unspeakable issues between her and Zhiyang.

Shen Lanxin thought: she had to prepare it before Zhiyang got off work, so after showering, she put on some light clothes and went out.

After dinner, on the living room sofa, Lanxin was facing the television, her hand resting on the armrest. Zhiyang sat on the single sofa next to her, reading the newspaper. He was deeply attracted by the view under Lanxin's skirt, his gaze frequently drifting to the white panties faintly visible at the base of her thighs.

The smooth, supple skin of her thighs, the slight indentation of the white panties—Zhiyang's mind raced with fantasies, and his penis slowly hardened, bulging against his jeans.

Lanxin felt a burning gaze searching under her tight skirt. Skillfully, she looked down at Zhiyang's genitals and noticed his jeans were bulging from his penis…

Lanxin knew that Zhiyang's girlfriend of four years had recently betrayed him, throwing herself into the arms of a younger man. Zhiyang was deeply hurt and seemed sullen lately, no longer occasionally leaning on her and acting coquettishly like before.

Lan Xin, thinking to herself, subtly shifted her hips, skillfully spreading her thighs slightly, allowing Zhi Yang to admire the view beneath her skirt. Lan Xin was pleased that she could arouse Zhi Yang…

Lan Xin felt a breathy breath spreading in the air, though it was so subtle, she could still sense its presence.

Zhi Yang's greedy gaze explored Lan Xin.

Lan Xin felt a heat rising in her lower body, worried that her vaginal fluids would stain her panties. She stood up and said, “Zhi Yang, Auntie is going to take a shower, and then we can go to the night market, okay?”

Zhi Yang snapped back to reality and said, “Okay…okay.”

Zhi Yang watched Lan Xin enter the room, his eyes fixed on the panty lines on her skirt.

Zhi Yang also returned to his room to shower, but upon entering, he saw a brown envelope on his desk…

There was a bright red lipstick mark on the envelope. Zhi Yang opened it; inside was a perfumed note that read: “My dearest Zhi Yang…

Auntie has seen you so down these past two months, and I feel so sorry for you.”

Auntie is afraid that talking to you face-to-face might make you feel awkward or unwilling to talk, so Auntie can only communicate with you through an envelope. As long as you're willing, any topic, any grievances in your heart, Auntie is willing to listen.

Auntie and you depend on each other now, and I just want to understand you better, care for you more, and have a closer relationship. Auntie hopes you can communicate with Auntie through this kraft paper envelope. Okay?

The lip print on the letter on the envelope is Auntie's lip print. Auntie can feel it when she looks for

you. Love, Auntie Lanxin...

After showering, Zhiyang came out of the living room and saw Auntie wearing a light yellow tight sleeveless top, her fair breasts slightly exposed, and her charming cleavage attracted Zhiyang's eyes. She wore tight jeans, giving off a refreshing feeling.

Zhiyang said: Auntie is so beautiful!

Lanxin smiled and said: Thank you for the compliment, Zhiyang. I'm glad

you like it. Zhiyang continued: Auntie, I'm sorry to have worried you. Zhiyang will communicate well through the envelope so Auntie doesn't have to worry.

Lan Xin happily hugged Zhi Yang, saying, "Good boy, Auntie is so happy, so happy."

As Lan Xin and Zhi Yang embraced, Lan Xin felt something firm pressing against her honeypot. Her face flushed and her heart pounded, she gently pushed him away, saying, "Zhi Yang, let's go to the night market."

Zhi Yang coaxed her, saying, "Okay!" Zhi Yang and the beautiful aunt went to the night market.

Zhi Yang took Lan Xin's hand and led her outside. Lan Xin trembled slightly, then followed him out.

In the quiet night, Shen Lan Xin woke up again from her dream. She sat against the headboard with her eyes closed, recalling the vivid scenes

of her dream. In the dream, Zhi Yang gently caressed her beautiful body, licking and kissing her entire body… Following the scenes in her dream, Shen Lan Xin unconsciously gently stroked her full, firm breasts, feeling her nipples harden. Hmm… hum… hmm… Zhi Yang… As she comfortably squinted and worriedly looked towards the door, she discovered a brown envelope on the floor.

Excitedly, Shen Lanxin picked up the envelope, returned to bed, and leaned against the headboard to look at it. Next to her lip print was a McDonald's symbol. Shen Lanxin wondered what Zhiyang meant by drawing the McDonald's symbol. She took out the letter. "

My dearest Lanxin: Lanxin, I'm sorry to have worried you. I just can't understand why my ex-girlfriend looks so much like you. I always thought she would be as gentle and virtuous as Lanxin…

but I never expected that despite looking alike, our personalities would be so different. It's all in the past now, and from now on, I have no more feelings for her.

Lanxin, the McDonald's symbol on the envelope is a top-down view. Guess what it is? Lanxin, you are so understanding and beautiful. I really like you, even…

I love you, Zhiyang.

" Lanxin pondered the meaning in Zhiyang's letter, reading it over and over. She noticed that there wasn't a single word of auntie language, not even the McDonald's symbol… Zhiyang was being cryptic, not explicitly stating anything.

Lanxin seemed to have a conclusion, but it was so vague and uncertain.

The only thing Lan Xin was certain of was that Zhi Yang liked her, and that was enough to make her very happy. To her, Zhi Yang seemed to have an attraction, and perhaps to all women: Over the course of a few days, the envelopes not only had McDonald's logos, but also products from Lan Xin's company... and an umbrella-shaped handcart, and a mushroom.

Zhiyang's letter was even more blatantly provocative to Lanxin. Lanxin now understood that the McDonald's symbol, the umbrella-shaped hairpin, and the mushroom were metaphors for Zhiyang's glans. Lanxin blushed and her heart pounded. She had never imagined that Zhiyang, though kind and hardworking, could be so aggressive towards women, so unpretentious, yet she didn't find it repulsive.

Lanxin pondered the changes in their relationship. She wasn't a promiscuous woman, so why was she so attached to Zhiyang?

Could it be that she had liked him from the very beginning? Was the dream a message from her deceased husband, or was it simply a reflection of her daytime thoughts?

Lanxin wondered, when suddenly a thought flashed through her mind: short hair. In her dream, when she was entangled with Zhiyang, she had short, neat hair. Was it all preordained?

It was the weekend again. Lanxin's company had a two-day weekend, but Zhiyang still had to work today. He worked for a paint distributor.

At the dinner table, Lanxin said to Zhiyang: "Zhiyang, come home a little earlier today and help Auntie hang a painting, okay?"

Zhiyang said, "Of course! Serving a beautiful woman is a great pleasure."

Lanxin blushed and her heart pounded as Zhiyang teased her, and she lowered her head shyly.

Zhiyang walked behind Lanxin and hugged her, saying, "Auntie's blushing!"

Lanxin said, "You're being naughty again." Zhiyang hugged Lanxin from behind and said, "I'm not! I'm just being affectionate towards Auntie

." Lanxin stood up and turned around, saying, "I'm going to be late for work, stop being so coquettish."

As soon as Lanxin finished speaking, Zhiyang's warm lips pressed against Lanxin's fiery red lips. Lanxin opened her eyes wide and looked at Zhiyang. Zhiyang hugged her and kissed her. Lanxin was startled, then closed her eyes, enjoying the dreamlike intimacy. Zhiyang's hands caressed Lanxin's back and full buttocks.

Lanxin leaned softly against Zhiyang, and they both breathed heavily: "Mmm...mmm..."

Zhiyang's hands slowly increased the pressure, rubbing his hard penis against Lanxin's honey garden, and his hands also penetrated her loose vagina. In the middle of the scene, Zhiyang caressed Lanxin's firm, smooth buttocks, slowly moving his fingers forward from her buttocks to her vulva through her panties.

Lanxin moaned, "Mmm...mmm..."

Zhiyang felt that Lanxin was wet and gently pushed her away, saying, "Lanxin, you're naughty, you're all wet."

Lanxin said shyly and tenderly, "Yes...Zhiyang! Zhiyang is naughty."

Zhiyang continued, "Lanxin is naughty, you're so comfortable that you're wet, but you're still restraining yourself and don't dare to cry out.

" Lanxin lowered her head and said, "I'm not."

Zhiyang said, "I'm going to work."

Lanxin, her face flushed and breathing softly, was left in the living room, savoring Zhiyang's tenderness and the feeling of his erection...

In the afternoon, Lanxin got a refreshing short haircut and wore a tight-fitting dress.

When Zhiyang came home from work, he saw Lanxin and said, "Auntie, you're so beautiful!" Then he hugged Lanxin and gently kissed her on the cheek.

Zhiyang said, "Let's go hang the painting."

Inside the room, Zhiyang picked up a drill, a level, and a hammer. After working for a while, he was drenched in sweat, so he took off his shirt, leaving him in only a pair of shorts. As Zhiyang climbed the aluminum ladder and was hanging the painting, he suddenly saw Lanxin, who was holding onto the ladder, her face right in front of his shorts, seemingly dazed by his scent.

Zhiyang took the opportunity to occasionally touch Lanxin's face with his penis, which slowly grew larger.

Lanxin felt the penis getting bigger and harder on her face. She didn't realize Zhiyang was doing it on purpose; her mind was blank, or if it did, it was only of Zhiyang's penis.

After hanging the painting, as Zhiyang climbed down the ladder, Lanxin suddenly came to her senses, her face flushed.

Zhiyang hugged her from behind and said, "Lanxin, how will you thank me for helping you hang the painting?"

Lanxin said shyly, "Auntie… I'll cook you a big dinner.

" Zhiyang said, "I don't want that!" "Cooking for Zhiyang is what an aunt should do." He then kissed Lanxin's ear. Lanxin trembled and let out a soft moan: "Mmm..."

Zhiyang kissed and licked Lanxin's ear, her fair neck, her smooth shoulders, his hands caressing her beautiful body and alluring figure.

Lanxin writhed, her hands gently stroking Zhiyang's strong arms: "Ah! Zhiyang... ah... no... no... ah..."

Zhiyang's hands, through Lanxin's tight-fitting dress, caressed her full breasts. He groaned: "Oh! Lanxin... oh... your breasts are so soft... so big... ah... so nice to touch..."

Zhiyang pulled down Lanxin's shoulder strap, his left hand supporting her breast, his right hand gently stroking her breasts with his fingers, sometimes lightly circling around her nipples, gently caressing them.

Lan Xin's body went limp and writhed, her breathing growing heavier as she gasped and moaned: "Ah... Zhiyang... Oh... So good...

Hmm... Ah..."

Zhiyang had Lan Xin lean against the desk, bent down and licked her breasts, his tongue caressing her already erect nipples. His hands occasionally teased her full breasts and the inside of her thighs. Lan Xin's mind went blank as she moaned: "Ah... You naughty boy... So good... Ah... So good... Oh... Ah..."

Seeing Lan Xin panting with excitement, Zhiyang slipped his hand inside her panties, caressing her labia and stroking her thick pubic hair.

Lan Xin's vulva was already soaking wet. Zhi Yang stroked her as he led her to the bed, gently laying her down. He pulled down her white panties and used his wet middle finger to circle and stroke her clitoris. Lan Xin was captivated, lost in Zhi Yang's caresses. She went wild, moaning: "Ah... Zhi Yang... so good... so good... I can't take it anymore...

ah... ah..."

Zhi Yang inserted his middle finger into her vulva, as if feeling a suction force drawing his finger in.

Lan Xin opened her mouth, furrowed her brow, and closed her eyes: "Ah... ah..." Zhi Yang slowly thrust his middle finger in and out of her gushing vulva, his thumb stroking her clitoris.

Lan Xin couldn't resist Zhi Yang's gentle teasing and caresses: Ah... Ah... Zhi Yang... So comfortable... Lan Xin... Quick...

I'll come... Ah... Ah...

Zhi Yang felt Lan Xin's vagina contracting, and her breathing became more and more rapid. Zhi Yang accelerated the movement of his middle finger, and groaned: Oh... Lan Xin... Ah... So comfortable... You have so much... so much... Ah...

Lan Xin hugged Zhi Yang's neck with both hands: Ah... I can't take it... I... Ah... I'm coming... Ah...

Lan Xin arched her back for a few seconds, trembled a few times, and lay on Zhi Yang's firm chest, breathing heavily. Her full breasts rose and fell with her breathing, slowly calming down...

When Lan Xin slowly came to her senses, she felt her vagina throbbing. When she opened her eyes, Zhi Yang was using his hard and hot penis to forcefully squeeze into her vagina: Ah... It hurts... Ah... Slow... Ah...

Zhi Yang could only rub the dark red glans against her vagina, labia, and clitoris, slowly rotating in and out.

Lanxin's little wet hole felt so good being scraped by the sharp edges of the glans, so good, ah... ah... As the fierce big cock slowly squeezed into her little wet hole, Lanxin screamed wildly, ah... pain... good... ah... so good...

Zhiyang thrust hard, all the way in, Lanxin opened her mouth wide: ah...

Zhiyang slowly thrust in and out, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, rotating, Lanxin seemed to be bewitched and screamed: ah... Zhiyang husband... ah... so good... dear brother... good... oh... ah hum... ah hum... ah... I came again... ah...

Zhiyang continued to thrust in and out of her little wet hole, making a "splash... splash..." sound, Lanxin's lustful water was uncontrollably pulled out by the hard cock...

ah... can't take it... can't take it... no... ah... I came again... ah... Lanxin didn't know how many times she came, finally exhausted...

Seeing that Lanxin was comfortable, Zhiyang couldn't bear to continue, so he had to pull out his fierce big cock, the big cock throbbing.

Lan Xin felt so good. She had never known sex could be so pleasurable. Her mind was dizzy and blank; she felt like she was in heaven. The feeling was indescribable. She didn't know how long it had been before she came to her senses and opened her eyes to see Zhi Yang caressing every inch of her skin, his eyes intently admiring her beautiful body and alluring curves.

Lan Xin said shyly, "Zhi Yang… thank you, Auntie feels so good."

Zhi Yang pouted and said, "No, Auntie, it's Xin-mei."

Lan Xin blushed even more and said, "Husband, Xin-mei feels so good. Thank you, husband, dear brother."

Zhi Yang continued, "I haven't come yet, Xin-mei has to take responsibility."

Seeing his large, hard, throbbing penis, Lan Xin said, "Zhi Yang, your little brother is so big and thick! Much bigger and thicker than your father's. No wonder my little pussy still hurts. Xin-mei can't take it anymore, what should I do?"

Zhiyang gently pressed Lanxin's head down towards his throbbing penis. Lanxin, in perfect harmony, slowly stroked his penis with her hand, taking the glans into her mouth and licking it gently. She licked the shaft with her tongue, sucking on the scrotum and testicles…

Zhiyang groaned: "Ah…you're so good at licking…oh…so good…ah…"

Lanxin occasionally gave Zhiyang seductive glances, her nose twitching as she groaned…

Zhiyang's face contorted as he groaned. Lanxin felt a great sense of accomplishment, feeling his penis swell and fill her mouth, throbbing… Lan Xin, quickening her pace, stroking the large penis, her mouth spitting it out as she teased, "Oh... Zhiyang... your penis is so big... so thick... oh... so hard... so hot... does it feel good... ah... so good..."

Zhiyang, his mouth wide open, gasped, "Ah... faster... faster... almost there... ah... ah..."

Lan Xin took the hot, dark red glans into her mouth, her hand rapidly stroking the penis, her nose twitching, "Mmm... mmm... mmm..." Waves of semen sprayed into his mouth, the glans throbbing, Zhiyang felt good...

Zhiyang stroked Lan Xin's hair comfortably and said, "Lan Xin, will you marry me?"

Lan Xin said, "Xinmei can't marry brother. In name, I'm your aunt, your father's wife. As long as Zhiyang has Xinmei in his heart, that's enough. Xinmei is your aunt, your wife, your Xinmei. Xinmei will take good care of you and serve you."

Zhiyang said, "Wouldn't that be unfair to you, Mom?"

Lan Xin happily said, "I'm so happy you call me Mom." Mom is Zhiyang's mom, Mom is Zhiyang's lover, and Zhiyang is also Mom's little lover.

Zhiyang asked, "Mom! Is it comfortable?

" Lanxin blushed and said shyly, "Mom, it's so comfortable. I had so many orgasms. You're so much better than your dad, so gentle yet so fierce. I've never felt so comfortable in my life. Thank you, my little husband."

Zhiyang said, "Mom, you were so lewd just now! I loved it!"

Lanxin lowered her head and said, "I've only ever been lewd with you, brother. Only you can make me lewd. I love you, Xinmei."

"Don't you understand Xinmei? Xinmei isn't a lewd woman.

" Zhiyang said, "I never said Xinmei was lewd and loved every girl she saw. Mom is the best, only lewd with Zhiyang..." Just

as dawn broke, Lanxin woke up and admired Zhiyang's naked body. Seeing his little brother lying softly, she thought, "My little brother is so amazing! My little brother is so cute!" When his veins were bulging, it was hard, fierce, and fiery; now it was soft and limp.

When it was erect, it was harder and thicker than in my dreams, making me feel so good.

Lanxin saw that Zhiyang was fast asleep and couldn't bear to disturb his sleep, especially since her vagina was still sore. So she got up

, dressed, and went to cook breakfast. Lanxin was wearing a shirt and only white briefs on her lower body. After cooking the vegetables, she was making porridge.

Zhiyang, wearing only his underwear and shirtless, walked into the kitchen and hugged Lanxin from behind. Lanxin was startled and said, "Husband, you're naughty! Getting up without clothes on, you'll catch a cold."

Zhiyang's hand reached into the shirt and caressed Lanxin's full breasts: "Oh...so big...so soft...it feels so good..."

Lanxin's body writhed and she said, "Husband, you're naughty this morning: Ah...no...you'll get wet again...ah..."

Zhiyang smiled and said, "It's good that you're wet, then your husband can make you feel good."

Lanxin could only pull Zhiyang to sit on the chair at the dining table and say, "Eat breakfast first, or I won't talk to you or care about you!"

Zhiyang could only sit and wait.

Lanxin brought the porridge to the table, and Zhiyang said, "Why is there only this much food for hot porridge?"

Lanxin said, "There's too much, I can't finish it."

Zhiyang said, "Xinxin, haven't you heard? Eating hot porridge hurts the vegetables; marrying a beautiful woman hurts the husband. Look, Dad died young because he married a beautiful woman."

Lanxin blushed and said shyly, "Husband, you're so naughty! You're bullying me, let alone marrying a beautiful woman, who would live for decades longer."

Zhiyang said to Lanxin with a bitter face, "My little brother is being naughty again!"

Lanxin saw the large tent in Zhiyang's underwear and said, "Husband, you eat first. My little brother is being naughty, let your older sister discipline him properly."

After saying that, she carefully pulled out his hard, large penis, stroking it with her hand, licking it with her tongue, and sucking it in her mouth. Zhiyang enjoyed Lanxin's services while eating breakfast.

After dinner, Zhiyang watched TV while Lanxin licked and sucked his erect penis. Just then, Zhiyang's phone rang, so he answered it. Lanxin murmured, "Mmm...mmm..." while licking his penis.

Zhiyang said, "Okay...I'll be right there...mmm...okay..."

After hanging up, Lanxin asked, "Who called?"

Zhiyang said, "Sister-in-law Wenwen said she has something important to talk to me about." Lanxin said

, "Then hurry up! Call back if anything happens, and come back early!"

Zhiyang said, "I know, but I...want it now!"

Lanxin said, "No, be good, go see what it is first, and I'll let you have your fun when you get back.

" Zhiyang pouted and said, "Okay!"

Zhiyang straightened his clothes and went out.

Wenwen is Zhiyang's sister-in-law, 27 years old, 156cm tall. Although not tall, she is petite yet well-proportioned, with curves in all the right places—a small-sized beauty. She has been married to Zhiyang's older brother for two years without children…

Because Zhiyang's older brother is a devout Buddhist and grieving the loss of his father, he divorced Wenwen and went to Tibet to seek enlightenment.

Wenwen works for Lanxin Company.

Zhiyang rang the apartment doorbell, and Wenwen opened the door, swaying as if she had drunk quite a bit.

Zhiyang helped Wenwen to sit on the sofa and said, "Sister-in-law, why are you drinking? Didn't you say you don't drink?"

Wenwen, her eyes glazed with intoxication, said, "I'm in a bad mood. You…brother…went to Tibet…I'm lonely…

" Zhiyang said, "Brother, I'm sorry, but there are many others who care about you!"

Wenwen said, "Zhiyang…do you care about me? Do you know that after your brother…went to Tibet…I…dreamed…about you…?"

Zhiyang knew Wenwen was drunk and talking nonsense.

Zhiyang said, "Sister-in-law, you're drunk."

Wenwen said, "I'm not drunk, ugh..." Wenwen threw up all over herself.

Zhiyang could only pick Wenwen up and take her to the bathroom, where he ran warm water. Zhiyang thought to himself, "As long as there are no impure thoughts in my mind, there are no taboos."

Zhiyang took off Wenwen's t-shirt, shorts, bra, and panties, rinsed her with water, and washed her body with soap...

As Zhiyang washed her, his large penis was already throbbing with veins. Wenwen had full breasts, pink nipples, small areolas, smooth and delicate skin, a small pubic garden, and thick pubic hair.

Zhiyang couldn't help but caress her breasts, garden, thighs, and plump buttocks a few more times. Zhiyang saw that Wenwen's nipples had become larger and harder, and Wenwen seemed to open her eyes but couldn't quite open them: "Mmm... mmm..." Only then did Zhiyang come to his senses, dry Wenwen's body, and carry her back to the room.

Zhiyang found Wenwen's panties, deliberately choosing the only transparent thong, and helped her put it on without a bra... then she put on a white spaghetti-strap nightgown.

Zhiyang helped wash the vomited clothes, tidied the living room, and put away the trash.

Returning to the room, he found Wenwen fast asleep. Seeing a lipstick on the dressing table, he picked it up and drew Hello Kitty and a crab on Wenwen's stomach.

He wrote a note, placed it on the dressing table, took the trash, closed the door, and went home.

Zhiyang returned home and, upon opening the bedroom door, saw Lanxin lying against the headboard in a transparent black nightgown, without underwear, looking at him seductively. Zhiyang, having just returned from Wenwen's place, was already throbbing with desire…

He stripped naked and pounced on the bed, his hands caressing her already wet vulva. His large penis skillfully entered her…

Though impatient, Zhiyang slowly thrust in and out, the glans scraping against the delicate flesh of her vagina…

Ah… Oh… Husband, how… Oh… So big… Ah… Hmm… So good… So thick… I can't take it… I'm coming… Ah…

Lan… Xin experienced wave after wave of climaxes. The hot, thick penis, its glans sharply defined, Zhiyang's thrusts penetrated not only to the very bones and veins of Lanxin, but even her soul felt the soft, pleasurable sensation…

Ah… Husband… Come… Ah… I’m coming! Zhiyang grabbed Lanxin’s arms, Lanxin wrapped her legs around his waist, and Zhiyang thrust fiercely, pounding rapidly…

Ah… Ah… I’m coming… Ah… They held each other tightly, breathing heavily, feeling their hearts pounding, their penises throbbing and spurting, their wet, contracting vaginas. Both Zhiyang and Lanxin were satisfied.

When Wenwen woke up, her head ached. Thinking about the previous night, she realized she had drunk too much and lost control. She thought Zhiyang had helped her bathe. She felt regret and remorse. Seeing herself in her pajamas, she noticed a note on the dressing table. She picked it up and read…

Wenwen’s sister-in-law: If you drink so much again, Zhiyang will ignore you, won’t care about you anymore, won’t love you anymore.

You threw up all over yourself last night, and Zhiyang cleaned you up. He also changed you into your most alluring and seductive nightgown and transparent thong. Wenwen, you have such a great figure!

Your skin is so smooth and delicate, your breasts are full and firm, your waist is slender and your hips are full. It makes me so hot with desire, I'm so miserable. All I can do is draw a pattern on your belly. If you drink this much again, I won't talk to you anymore. I'll come to see you at seven tonight, so wait for me at home! — Zhiyang,

who cares about you and loves you…

Wenwen blushed deeply, lifting her nightgown to see a hellokitty and a crab pattern on her belly, and then she saw the only transparent thong. Wenwen wished she could disappear into the ground. Zhiyang had seen her whole body, touched her whole body. She was hellokitty, and Zhiyang was the crab.

Wenwen muttered to herself: Alcohol, it really makes things worse.

However, Wenwen felt a sweet warmth in her heart because she liked Zhiyang. She kept looking at the note, her heart pounding. She took a

shower and went to work… After work, Wenwen showered and, wearing a dress, waited for Zhiyang…

Ding-dong… Ding-dong… Wenwen opened the door and saw Zhiyang, blushing and lowering her head shyly.

Unexpectedly, Zhiyang took her hand and said, “Come on, let’s take a shower.”

Wenwen blushed and said

, “I’ve already showered.” Zhiyang said, “Just kidding, Lanxin is waiting downstairs for us to watch MTV.”

Wenwen said, “You’re so mean!

You’re teasing me.” Zhiyang said, “No, I washed you so carefully last night! You smell so nice.”

Wenwen was unable to resist Zhiyang’s teasing and said, “Come down quickly, Lanxin is waiting downstairs.” She took Zhiyang’s arm and went downstairs.

In the MTV booth, Lanxin noticed Wenwen's intimacy with Zhiyang. A woman's intuition told her Wenwen was in love with Zhiyang. Lanxin pondered how to give them some alone time, and more importantly, how to ignite their desires and make them lose control.

Just then, the movie ended.

Lanxin said, "You two watch one more. I'll go find a friend, and I'll go to the counter and pick out a good movie for you."

Lanxin winked at Zhiyang, who smiled wryly.

Wenwen, of course, wanted to be alone with Zhiyang and readily agreed. Lanxin went to the counter and found a film about a brother and sister-in-law in a passionate encounter. Lanxin then went home.

Unaware of this, Zhiyang and Wenwen, in the dimly lit booth, watched a Japanese film about a brother who died at sea after his boat capsized.

Because the brother and sister-in-law had a good relationship, the sister-in-law, unable to sleep alone, wore an extremely seductive nightgown and provoked her brother-in-law. The young and vigorous brother-in-law, finally, on a stormy night, they made love passionately, shouting wildly.

Zhiyang and Wenwen's emotions rose and fell with the plot. They heard moans on the screen: "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

Zhiyang stroked Wenwen's thigh. Wenwen closed her eyes, listening to the moans on the screen, her whole body trembling. Her hand rested on Zhiyang's, but his hand roamed freely, touching Wenwen's panties.

Zhiyang teased her with his fingers, penetrating from beside the panties, caressing her already wet vulva. Zhiyang kissed and licked Wenwen's ear, and Wenwen couldn't take it anymore: "Ah...ah...mmm..."

Zhiyang led Wenwen's hand to his already erect, throbbing penis. Wenwen was stunned by its hot, firm, and thick shape...

As Zhiyang's fingers thrust in and out of Wenwen's vagina, she thought: "So thick, so hot, such a firm penis!" Wenwen used her hand to stroke the large penis. After a while, Wenwen couldn't think anymore...

Ah... Faster... Mmm... So comfortable... Ah... Mmm... Ah... I'm coming... Ah...

Wenwen climaxed, grasped the large penis, and comfortably lay on Zhiyang's lap, the large penis against her cheek...

Wenwen panted, the large penis throbbing and tapping against Wenwen's cheek, Wenwen felt the heat and throbbing of the large penis on her cheek.

After Wenwen came to her senses, she greedily licked and sucked the large penis: Mmm... Mmm... So thick... Mmm... Mmm...

Zhiyang stroked Wenwen's hair and said: Wenwen, come on up!

Wenwen said: It's so thick, I'm afraid I can't take it, I'm afraid...

Zhiyang said: Take it slow, it's okay. Zhiyang made Wenwen turn her back to him and let Wenwen watch TV.

Wenwen slowly sat down, and Zhiyang stroked Wenwen's clitoris. Wenwen: Ah...so swollen...so full...it hurts...ah...oh...

um...

With great difficulty, thanks to the wet and flowing lustful fluids, he managed to fully penetrate her. Wenwen's little wet hole was filled to the brim by the big cock, and her clitoris was squeezed by the glans. Wenwen could only open her mouth, frown and close her eyes: Ah...ah...

Zhiyang used his hands to support Wenwen's slender waist and slowly moved up and down. The edges of the glans slowly scraped the tender flesh of her little hole. Wenwen couldn't take it...ah...so comfortable...Zhiyang...brother...I can't take it, I can't...can't...come...ah...I've orgasmed...

ah...hum...ah...ah...

Wenwen lay on Zhiyang's body, breathing heavily.

Zhiyang thrust in and out, and Wenwen couldn't bear it. He rotated his hips, and Wenwen climaxed again…

Ah… Wenwen was exhausted, her mind wandering. She had satisfied her emptiness, and she was so comfortable she couldn't hear the moans on the screen anymore. This feeling made her feel that life was colorful… After

what seemed like an eternity, Wenwen came to her senses. The TV show was over. She got up to take out her big cock. Ah… dear brother, you didn't climax! So amazing! Her hot, hard cock throbbed as it left her wet pussy. Wenwen

said, "Zhiyang, will you stay with me tonight?" Zhiyang

said, "What's in it for me?"

Wenwen said, "Wenwen will grant you all your wishes, as long as you stay with me and love me." Zhiyang said, "

I will never break my promise. "

Wenwen said, "I will never break my promise."

After tidying her clothes, Wenwen's legs went weak with just one step...

What was her stepmother's happiness? /

Under Lanxin's clever arrangement, Wenwen and Zhiyang's passionate encounter at the MTV allowed Wenwen to release her pent-up desire, achieving immense satisfaction both physically and emotionally.

Back at Wenwen's place, Zhiyang hungrily stripped off Wenwen's clothes, becoming naked himself.

Zhiyang focused intently on admiring every inch of Wenwen's skin, caressing her beautiful body and alluring curves.

His greedy gaze lingered on Wenwen's full breasts, firm buttocks, and lush, moist vulva.

Wenwen blushed with shyness, her heart pounding, her heart fluttering with desire, unable to resist her hunger and moving her hips uncontrollably, allowing Zhiyang to gaze and admire her freely.

As Zhiyang caressed and teased her, Wenwen trembled and writhed, saying, "Ah...I want...ah..."

Zhiyang shoved his engorged, throbbing penis into Wenwen's cherry-like mouth. Wenwen licked, sucked, and teased her already wet honey pot with his fingers. Wenwen couldn't take the pleasure and spat out the erect, throbbing penis.

Zhiyang slowly rotated his large, angular penis into her wet, juicy vagina, thrusting in and out gently. Wenwen felt the glans scraping against her delicate flesh, drawing out waves of vaginal fluid…

Ah… Oh… Brother, you're so good… Wenwen is in heaven… Ah… Hmm… Ah hum… So beautiful… Faster… Faster…

Zhiyang thrust in and out, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. The room was filled with lewd sounds and the sounds of flesh colliding: slap… slap… Wenwen had climaxed countless times, her breathing rapid, her vagina contracting, screaming wildly…

Zhiyang bent down, pressing Wenwen's shoulders under her armpits, thrusting his hips, concentrating all his strength on his hard, hot, bursting penis, pounding violently dozens of times. Wenwen opened her mouth wide, her brows furrowed, screaming: Ah… Ah…

Zhiyang ejaculated, spraying his semen into Wenwen's clitoris in waves.

Wenwen, her mind reeling, breathed heavily, her arms tightly wrapped around Zhiyang, who was pressing down on her. Both felt the afterglow of their orgasm and drifted off to sleep.

Zhiyang woke in the middle of the night and, finding Wenwen not in bed, followed the sound of running water to the bathroom where she was showering. He entered and embraced her from behind, caressing her full breasts, saying, "Wenwen, you always shower by yourself, you don't help me."

Wenwen replied seductively, "I saw you were too tired, too exhausted, I couldn't bear to wake you.

" Zhiyang rubbed his penis against Wenwen's buttocks, his shaft already erect.

Wenwen said, "No…no more…I can't take it…ah…no more…ah…"

Zhiyang teased her vulva with his fingers, saying, "I want more!"

Wenwen said, "My little hole... ah... still hurts... be good... ah... no more...

" Zhiyang deliberately got angry and said, "You're only comfortable yourself, not letting me be comfortable. Wenwen is the most selfish, hmph..."

Zhiyang walked out of the bathroom, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes. Wenwen quickly turned off the water, and without even drying herself, chased after him, pleading with Zhiyang, "I'm sorry, don't be angry! Wenwen is naughty, brother, don't be angry!"

Zhiyang still kept his eyes closed, lying there ignoring Wenwen. Wenwen had no choice but to rub her body against Zhiyang, stroking his penis with her hands, rubbing her breasts against his erect penis, and taking his hot penis into her mouth.

Zhiyang pushed Wenwen away and said, "I'm going home. Wenwen broke her promise, saying she would satisfy all my desires.

" Wenwen's eyes welled up with tears and she cried, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! It really hurts, okay! Don't be angry, even if my little hole is torn, I'll still play with my husband, okay? Don't be angry! I'm... sorry..."

Zhiyang laughed and hugged Wenwen, saying, "Zhiyang was just kidding!"

Wenwen looked at Zhiyang seriously and said, "Honey, don't be angry!" Wenwen truly loved her husband and was afraid he would be angry. "I'm sorry, Wenwen is useless; I can't make you feel good."

Zhiyang felt embarrassed and hugged Wenwen. Wenwen kissed Zhiyang, tears streaming down her face, kissing and licking his face, lips, chest, nipples, and even rubbing his engorged penis with her full breasts while kissing his abs...

Wenwen's hands caressed Zhiyang's chest and nipples, stroked his scrotum, licked and sucked his hot glans penis, kissed his scrotum, took his testicles in her mouth and teased them with her tongue, even licking his perineum and anus...

Her focused expression made Zhiyang feel good: "Ah...so good...so great...ah...so beautiful..."

When Wenwen straddled him, Zhiyang said, "No, Wenwen, it hurts, no."

Wenwen's tears flowed again as she said, "Honey is angry; he won't forgive Wenwen."

Zhiyang said, "No!" Wenwen's husband doted on her and didn't want her to be in pain.

Wenwen said, "Even if it hurts, you have to make me feel comfortable!"

Zhiyang said, "Wenwen is naughty and disobedient; otherwise, I'll put it in, don't move, and let me hold you while you sleep, okay?

" Wenwen said doubtfully, "Is my husband really not angry?"

Zhiyang said, "Come on, put it in."

Wenwen's little wet hole slowly swallowed the hard, hot penis, feeling the smooth, scraping sensation of the glans: "Ah...ah..."

Zhiyang held her tightly.

Wenwen said, "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, I love my husband so much, I'll never make him angry again."

Zhiyang said, "Wenwen is the best girl, I'm not angry, I love you."

Wenwen then smiled through her tears and said, "Really."

Wenwen was satisfied and fell asleep peacefully.

As dawn broke, Wenwen woke up, thinking about the passion of the previous night. She realized it was all Lanxin's mother's arrangement that led to her intimacy with her uncle. Although embarrassed, she was grateful to Lanxin's mother…

Thinking of Zhiyang's kindness and sincerity, and his gentle yet fierce nature, she gazed tenderly at her uncle, Zhiyang, who was fast asleep…

Wenwen looked at her now-soft penis, surprised by its size and firmness the night before. She felt it was amazing, giving her such an unforgettable orgasm. She unconsciously stroked it gently…

Wenwen lovingly caressed it, and soon it was erect again, so thick and hot!

Wenwen gently licked it with her tongue, sucking on the sharply defined glans. Zhiyang stroked Wenwen's hair and said, "Wenwen, you've been naughty this early in the morning."

Wenwen spat out his penis and lay in Zhiyang's arms, saying, "Wenwen, be good. Little brother is naughty, bullying his sister, bullying his little sister, making her hurt."

Zhiyang smiled and said, "Then the older brother should tell the younger brother to be good from now on and not bully his younger sister anymore.

" Wenwen said, "The older sister wants the younger brother to bully the younger sister because the younger sister is naughty and bad."

Zhiyang said, "Wenwen, when you see Lanxin's mother at the company today, you have to call her 'Sister Lanxin'!"

Wenwen asked in confusion, "I always call her Aunt Lanxin. Didn't you call her Aunt Lanxin before? Why do you call her

'Mother Lanxin'?" Zhiyang said, "From last night onwards, you have to call her 'Sister Lanxin'.

" Wenwen said, "Could it be that my husband and Aunt Lanxin have already...?

" Zhiyang said, "Hmm..."

Wenwen said, "Won't Sister Lanxin be jealous? She even made us...?

" Zhiyang said, "I'm worried that Wenwen will be jealous. Mother Lanxin won't be jealous."

Wenwen said, "Wenwen won't be jealous. As long as my husband treats Wenwen well and has Wenwen in his heart, that's enough.

" Zhiyang said, "I'll move to my house in a few days. I believe Mother Lanxin won't object."

Wenwen said happily, "Really? My husband is the best to Wenwen."

At Yangcheng Hardware Company, Wenwen entered the chairman's office and, seeing Lanxin, blushed and said shyly, "Hello, Sister Lanxin."

Lanxin smiled and asked, "Did you stay up late last night? You're walking strangely today. Was Zhiyang very aggressive last night?"

Wenwen lowered her head and said, "Sister, don't laugh at me!"

Lanxin led Wenwen to sit down on the sofa and said, "In a few days, after you've tidied up, move to my house and take good care of Zhiyang." Wenwen said,

"Zhiyang already told me. I was just reporting to you, sister, to see what you thought. I didn't expect you to agree." Lanxin said

, "Zhiyang acted first and informed me later.

" Wenwen said, "Sister, don't blame Zhiyang!"

Lanxin smiled and said, "I didn't expect Wenwen to be so considerate of Zhiyang. I bet Zhiyang made you feel good last night

!" Wenwen blushed and said, "No, he didn't!"

Lanxin said, "Tell me honestly, did Zhiyang make you feel good last night?"

Wenwen blushed and said shyly, "Zhiyang... was so good. He made me orgasm several times. Last night... was the most... comfortable day of my life. Zhiyang... was so fierce. It still hurts now."

Lanxin said, "Zhiyang doesn't know how to cherish a woman. When we get home, I'll scold him for you." Wenwen said

nervously, "Sister Lanxin, no! Zhiyang will be angry."

Lan Xin smiled and said, "Wen-mei has tasted the sweetness, and is afraid Zhi-yang

will be angry." Wen-wen said, "I want Zhi-yang to be happy."

Lan Xin said, "Wen-mei, I didn't misjudge you. We'll make Zhi-yang happy, and we'll also help him find a wife who can accept us sisters, so we can serve our husband well.

" Wen-wen said seriously, "Okay!"

Zhi-yang works at the paint distributor. The external affairs manager, Anan, often bullies Zhi-yang, often making him deliver goods to other counties and cities after work...

Zhi-yang knows he must endure what others cannot to have a chance to rise above others, and he willingly does the deliveries. The chairman's secretary, Xiao-mei, often accompanies Zhi-yang on deliveries after work.

Xiao-mei is a lovely girl, 166cm tall, 34-25-34, with a pretty face, a tall figure, long flowing hair, 30 years old, 5 years older than Zhi-yang, and very good to him.

If Zhi-yang didn't know that Xiao-mei was Chairman Hu's mistress, he would definitely pursue her.

It was almost time to leave work that day when Manager Anan approached Zhiyang and said, "Zhiyang, deliver 10 cans of red paint from Tianren Hardware to them."

Zhiyang replied, "Okay."

Zhiyang went to the warehouse to retrieve the goods, thinking, "It's almost 7 PM again today. The manager is going to go to the chicken restaurant with Chairman Hu again."

When Zhiyang came out with the goods, the company was already closed. Zhiyang filled out the delivery slip and prepared to deliver the goods when Xiaomei walked in from outside and said, "Zhiyang, I bought two bento boxes. I'll go with you to deliver them."

Zhiyang said, "Xiaomei, isn't this a bit inappropriate? It wouldn't be good if our colleagues found out, and it would be even worse if Chairman Hu found out."

Xiaomei said, "I'm being careful, so I deliberately went to buy the bento boxes and came back! Besides, that scoundrel Anan went to the chicken restaurant with Chairman Hu to drink and play with women; no one will know. Don't worry!"

Zhiyang said, "Okay!"

The car sped along the highway. Xiaomei ate her own lunch while feeding Zhiyang. Xiaomei said, "Zhiyang, when you get back from delivering the goods, would you like to come to my apartment for a bit?" Zhiyang

hesitated, then said, "That would be nice, but..."

Xiaomei knew what Zhiyang was worried about. She smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's not Mr. Hu's apartment, it's another one of mine. Nobody knows about it, and no man has ever been there. You'll be the first!"

Zhiyang happily agreed, "Okay!" Xiaomei, wearing a tight skirt, sat next to the driver. The skirt was pulled up quite a bit, and Zhiyang admired Xiaomei's smooth thighs as he drove...

Xiaomei knew Zhiyang's eyes kept drifting towards her crotch. She deliberately shifted her ample hips and slightly parted her legs, letting Zhiyang admire the view beneath her skirt...

Xiaomei knew she wore sexy transparent panties, and assumed her thick pubic hair was already peeking out. Sure enough, Zhiyang's trousers were bulging.

Xiaomei asked, "Zhiyang, do you have a girlfriend?"

Zhiyang said, "I don't have a girlfriend, but I don't want to lie to you. I have two wives without official status: my stepmother Lanxin and my brother's ex-wife Wenwen. They are both very elegant and gentle, and they take good care of me, just like Xiaomei."

Xiaomei smiled and said, "I didn't expect Zhiyang to be so honest. I didn't expect you, who seems so well-behaved, to be so resourceful. Well, at least you won't hurt anyone. Then, Xiaomei, would you like to recognize Zhiyang as your godbrother?"

Zhiyang said, "I don't want to."

Xiaomei asked plaintively, "Why? Do you look down on Xiaomei?"

Zhiyang said, "Don't misunderstand me. Nowadays, eight or nine out of ten godbrothers and gods are just excuses for adultery. They not only deceive themselves but also hurt others. Morality doesn't apply to relationships, but deceiving someone's feelings is a hateful and shameful act.

I despise such people, Lanxin. Wenwen and the others get along well, and the three of us won't hurt anyone."

Xiaomei said, "I didn't expect Zhiyang to understand so much at such a young age. He's a man of true character."

Zhiyang said, "It's a pure heart."

Xiaomei said, "But she wants more than just a colleague relationship with you!"

Zhiyang smiled and said, "That's easy, just be my wife."

Xiaomei blushed and her heart pounded, saying, "She's serious, and you're joking."

The car had arrived at Xiaomei's apartment...

Opening the door, they walked into the living room and sat on the sofa. Zhiyang looked at the clean and pleasant room. Xiaomei had already brought out red wine and glasses. She poured the wine and said, "Have some wine."

Zhiyang said, "Thank you."

Xiaomei and Zhiyang chatted while drinking. Zhiyang learned that a year ago, Chairman Hu liked her, but Xiaomei didn't like him, and since he was already married, she didn't want him to pursue her...

Unexpectedly, that scoundrel, Anan, in order to curry favor with Chairman Hu, drugged Xiaomei during a business dinner, allowing Chairman Hu to succeed, which is how Anan became the manager.

He also learned that Anan's wife, Xiaofen, was also drugged. Anan was five years younger than his wife; Anan was 30 years old.

Anan and 40-year-old Chairman Hu frequented hotels, while Chairman Hu also lived with a hotel hostess named Xiaozhen.

Chairman Hu bought an apartment for Xiaomei, fearing she would expose him. Chairman Hu had married into the family, so he was very afraid of his wife, Huang Mei. Although Xiaomei disliked Chairman Hu, feeling her purity had been defiled by him, she arranged to have him satisfy his lust once a month to make money, hence the apartment—a fact even Chairman Hu was unaware of. Xiaomei

said, "Only I know."

Slightly drunk, Xiaomei asked Zhiyang, "Zhiyang, do you think Xiaomei is cheap?"

Zhiyang said, "How could I? As the chairman's secretary, if the chairman has any impure thoughts, you can't escape his clutches; you have no choice.

" Xiaomei asked, "Zhiyang, do you look down on Xiaomei, do you think she's dirty?"

Zhiyang said, "Xiaomei is so good to me, always taking care of me. In my heart, Xiaomei is pure and the most beautiful."

Xiaomei blushed and lowered her head, then asked, "So... just now... in the car... Zhiyang... said he wanted me... to be his wife... was that true?"

Zhiyang said, "I'm not so sure.

" Xiaomei asked nervously, "Why aren't you sure?"

Zhiyang smiled wryly and said, "Of course! If Xiaomei doesn't want to, there's nothing I can do!"

Xiaomei happily pulled me up and said, "Come on, let me show you the room."

Opening the door, they saw a transparent glass bathroom next to the bed. Zhiyang said, "Xiaomei, why did you decorate the bathroom like this?"

Xiaomei said, "I want to have a romantic home life with my future husband. I want to see him shower, and I also want him to see me shower." Xiaomei pulled Zhiyang to sit on the bed and introduced the furniture one by one.

Suddenly, Xiaomei asked Zhiyang, "Am I pretty? Do you like me?"

Zhiyang said, "Xiaomei is the prettiest. If I didn't like her, why would I be spying on her in the car? Doesn't Xiaomei know? Her transparent panties are so sexy and alluring. Didn't she also see how uncomfortable Zhiyang's penis was?"

Xiaomei shouted, "Oh! You knew all along! You're so mean! You're so annoying!" She hit Zhiyang as she spoke.

Taking advantage of the moment, Zhiyang embraced Xiaomei. Xiaomei's face flushed, her heart pounded, and she closed her eyes, pouting slightly…

Seeing

Xiaomei's alluring charm, Zhiyang gently kissed her fiery red lips with his warm lips, holding both her upper and lower lips, slowly licking them with his tongue…

Xiaomei enjoyed Zhiyang's gentle kiss, their backs stroking each other, their tongues chasing and licking, galloping through their mouths, their breathing growing more rapid in the room…

Zhiyang kissed Xiaomei's neck, face, and ears, gently blowing into her ears, licking the inside with his warm, wet tongue, his breath coming in soft nasal sounds: "Mmm… mmm…"

Xiaomei's body went limp, trembling, her eyes closed, her brows furrowed, breathing softly: "Mmm… mmm…" Her head swayed, her long hair disheveled, seemingly enjoying Zhiyang's gentle kisses and caresses.

Zhiyang's hand caressed Xiaomei's full, firm breasts, his fingertips tracing circles around their peaks, while his hand teased and stroked Xiaomei's inner thighs.

Xiaomei trembled and gasped, "Mmm...oh...hum..."

Zhiyang's erect penis rubbed against Xiaomei's thighs, and he slowly caressed and kissed her, trying to unbutton her shirt.

Xiaomei gently pushed Zhiyang away, her face flushed and her heart pounding with embarrassment. She lowered her head shyly and said, panting, "Zhiyang...I'll go take a shower first...wait here for a bit...okay?"

Zhiyang knew this was Xiaomei's wish, and suppressing his burning desire, he said to her, "Okay! Take your time, let your husband properly admire Xiaomei's beautiful body."

Xiaomei lowered her head and murmured "Mmm!" before turning on the stereo and entering the glass-enclosed bathroom.

In the bathroom, Xiaomei gazed seductively at Zhiyang, slowly unbuttoning her shirt one button at a time. Perhaps she was slowly getting used to Zhiyang's focused and gentle gaze, or perhaps there was a distance between them, even though they were separated by transparent glass, or perhaps Xiaomei had already simulated this many times...

Seductively, she took off her shirt, her tight skirt, turned around and took off her bra, bent over and took off her transparent thong...

Zhiyang's blood boiled, and he couldn't control himself. Xiaomei's alluring curves, smooth skin, full, firm, and perky buttocks, long and slender legs, and the dark, thick pubic hair at the base of her thighs when she bent over.

Zhiyang sat on the bed, Xiaomei's presence igniting his desire. Xiaomei had turned on the shower, the water jets cascading over her naked, flawless body, the water flowing gently down her alluring curves like the soft music playing in the room…

Xiaomei turned to wash her firm breasts, then slowly moved to the thick pubic hair, caressing and washing her firm buttocks. Every movement captivated Zhiyang's focused gaze. Provoked and aroused, how could he resist?

Zhiyang breathed heavily… so heavily…

Suddenly, Xiaomei was embraced by a strong body. A hard, hot penis pressed against her full buttocks, rubbing against her, while her firm breasts were gently caressed. Her back was pressed against his strong chest muscles.

Zhiyang gently kissed and licked her ears, and Xiaomei, languid and enjoying his tender caresses, heard his panting moans beside her: "Mmm… Xiaomei is so beautiful!" Oh…so beautiful it's intoxicating…ah…um…

Xiaomei struggled to suppress the burning desire within her, turning to wash Zhiyang's upper body, caressing his strong chest muscles. Xiaomei was captivated, feeling Zhiyang's heart pounding…

Zhiyang took Xiaomei's delicate hand, slowly guiding it towards her abdomen, slowly moving downwards. When she touched his large, hot, and erect penis, startled by its throbbing motion, she quickly withdrew her hand, her face flushed, turning her head to the side and saying, "Zhiyang, yours…is so big…I'm scared…"

Zhiyang laughed and said, "Even an ugly daughter-in-law has to meet her in-laws eventually."

He pulled Xiaomei's hand back to his penis, guiding the shy, blushing, and panting Xiaomei to slowly stroke it. Xiaomei felt the penis's firmness, heat, thickness, and erection, throbbing fiercely.

At this moment, Zhiyang also caressed Xiaomei's beautiful breasts, full buttocks, slender waist, and honeypot.

Xiaomei said shyly, "Zhiyang, how…is it getting bigger?" "She...is afraid..."

Zhiyang made Xiaomei stand against the bathroom wall, letting the shower water pour down on her. He gently kissed her face, lips, fair neck, and firm breasts, caressing every inch of her smooth skin. Xiaomei felt

so comfortable, so comfortable. She had never been treated so gently, caressed, licked and sucked in her life. She breathed and moaned in pleasure: "Ah...mm...mm..." Her head swayed from side to side in comfort.

Zhiyang slowly moved from Xiaomei's breasts to her flat stomach, licking and kissing her belly button with the tip of his tongue, slowly moving towards her clitoris. Xiaomei woke up with a start, pressing her hand against Zhiyang's head and panting, "Ah...it's dirty there! No..."

Zhiyang said solemnly, "Xiaomei, don't look down on yourself. Even you feel dirty." In Zhiyang's eyes, every inch of Xiaomei's skin was so perfect, so pure and beautiful.

Xiaomei said: But... he never... kissed... there... with his mouth...

Zhiyang said: Chairman Hu, it's not that he loves you, it's that he plays with you, but Zhiyang loves you! So the mentality is different.

Xiaomei's hands relaxed, and tears of emotion welled up in her eyes.

Zhiyang licked Xiaomei's groin, licking and kissing back and forth, his hands kneading Xiaomei's plump buttocks with varying pressure, gently licking her labia with the tip of his tongue, parting her labia, and sucking on her wet vulva, not knowing if it was water or vaginal fluid.

Xiaomei was panting with tears in her eyes, her beautiful breasts swaying, her whole body trembling and writhing, panting and moaning: Ah... so comfortable... um... Zhiyang husband... so good... ah... ah...

Zhiyang licked and sucked her clitoris, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, sucking it with his lips, and slowly inserting his fingers into her gushing vulva.

Xiao Mei was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she could barely stand. She wrapped her arms around Zhi Yang's neck, her buttocks raised high, her head resting in his chest, eyes closed, brows furrowed, mouth slightly open, panting and moaning: "Ah...ah...ah..."

Zhi Yang felt Xiao Mei's vagina contracting rapidly, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. He knew she was nearing orgasm and quickened his thrusting with his fingers...

Xiao Mei arched her plump buttocks, her whole body trembling, gushing out streams of vaginal fluid. Zhi Yang used his thighs to cushion her buttocks, draining her of her fluids. Xiao Mei felt blissful... lying in Zhi Yang's arms, breathing heavily.

Afraid Xiao Mei would catch a cold, Zhi Yang turned off the water, picked up the seemingly dazed Xiao Mei, and carried her out of the bathroom, gently placing her on the soft bed.

Xiao Mei had never experienced such a wonderful situation. She felt dizzy but very comfortable, floating along, thinking that if she could die like this, she would be willing, to die in Zhi Yang's arms—she would have no regrets in this life! Floating...

she didn't know how much time had passed... then she thought, "Zhi Yang, my little brother hasn't had his fill yet? How selfish I am!"

Xiao Mei, still dazed, tried to wake up. She barely opened her eyes and found herself lying in bed. Zhi Yang gently kissed and licked her breasts, nipples, and flat stomach, his hands lightly caressing her thighs.

Xiao Mei cried with emotion. Zhi Yang, startled, asked, "What's wrong? Did your husband embarrass you? Or are you uncomfortable?"

Xiao Mei shook her head, wiping her tears, and smiled as she hugged Zhi Yang tightly, saying, "Husband…it's so good! Xiao Mei feels so good, so good! Husband…thank you…you've never felt so good…it's so beautiful!"

Zhi Yang said, "Husband, I'll make you feel even better later!"

Xiao Mei then realized her mistake and said, "Zhi Yang, husband, just lie there and let Xiao Mei take good care of you, okay? Husband, enjoy it! But…Xiao Mei has never licked a man's penis before. If your husband feels uncomfortable, you must tell me!"

Xiao Mei gently kissed Zhi Yang's lips, licking his features with her tongue, then caressing and licking his firm chest…

As Xiaomei licked and kissed Zhiyang's abs and navel, she rubbed her full, firm breasts against his hot, hard penis...

She even used her hands to squeeze and surround his penis with her breasts, and took the glans into her mouth, licking it with her tongue and moaning: "Zhiyang, your penis... um... is so big... later... um... be gentle! Take it slow... um... I'm afraid I can't take it..." Xiaomei's mouth was on the glans, and she gently stroked it with her hand...

Zhiyang felt that Xiaomei's licking was a bit clumsy, but it felt very comfortable. Xiaomei's beautiful face would occasionally glance at Zhiyang with seductive eyes, and Zhiyang would moan comfortably: "Ah... so good... Xiaomei... it feels so good to lick... oh... so beautiful."

Seeing Zhiyang writhing in pleasure, his mouth wide open in moaning, Xiaomei seemed encouraged, focusing even more intently on licking and sucking his large penis. She made satisfied sounds: "Mmm...mmm..." and swallowing sounds...mmm...whoosh...whoosh...mmm...

Zhiyang sensed Xiaomei becoming increasingly adept at licking and sucking, and she was also stroking and licking his testicles.

Perhaps Xiaomei, from Zhiyang's trembling moans, knew how to make him feel good.

Unable to resist such teasing, Zhiyang rolled over, letting Xiaomei lie down. Xiaomei bent her legs and spread them, saying, "Husband...take it slow...I'm scared..."

Zhiyang replied, "Mmm...don't worry, Xiaomei."

Zhiyang held his large penis, rubbing the dark red glans against her vulva, slit, clitoris. Her wet vulva welcomed his penis, and Zhiyang slowly squeezed it into Xiaomei's wet vagina, rotating in and out.

Xiao Mei opened her mouth wide and shouted: Slow...slow...it's so swollen...my glans...oh...scratching...ah...

Zhi Yang's firm and hot cock rotated and squeezed into Xiao Mei's wet and gurgling hole. When it was almost to the bottom, Zhi Yang thrust his waist straight into her flower core.

Xiao Mei opened her mouth wide and cried out: Ah...

Zhi Yang first hugged Xiao Mei, Xiao Mei's whole body trembled, Zhi Yang slowly thrust in and out of her little wet hole, Xiao Mei's little wet hole was being scraped wildly by the edge of the glans...

When the glans was about to reach the clitoris, it slammed violently, sometimes rotating and grinding against the clitoris, Xiao Mei cried out wildly: Ah... I can't take it... Ah... I'm coming... I'm coming... Ah...

Zhi Yang held the breathing heavily and panting Xiao Mei tightly, slowly grinding against the clitoris, feeling waves of hot liquid pouring over the glans, his big cock throbbing even more violently...

Xiao Mei just came to her senses and opened her eyes, Zhi Yang quickly thrust in and out dozens of times, slamming violently, Xiao Mei closed her eyes, opened her mouth, frowned, cried out in pain and pleasure: Ah... Ah... Ah... No... I'm coming... Ah... I'm coming... Ah...

Zhi Yang slowed down, Xiao Mei was being pounded by Zhi Yang's sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes deep and sometimes shallow, ... Bobo pressed against Xiaomei, who was nearly exhausted. She felt her body rapidly losing moisture, even her blood was draining away, turning into a gush of vaginal fluid.

Zhiyang was on the verge of exploding. He held Xiaomei's shoulders, pressed down on her full breasts, and used all his strength to thrust wildly and rapidly, pounding and pounding...

Ah... Ah... It... Came... Ah... Xiaomei hugged Zhiyang tightly, stroking his hair, both panting with satisfaction. After about 10 minutes, they were still panting, but gradually calmed down.

Zhiyang licked Xiaomei's lips, stroked her hair, but still pressed down on her, unwilling to leave...

Xiaomei woke up, stroked Zhiyang's face and said: "Zhiyang, from now on, Zhiyang is my only man. You gave me confidence, you let me enjoy such an orgasm, you are so gentle with me.

Even if Zhiyang ignores me in the future, I will always belong to Zhiyang, body and soul, completely to Zhiyang."

"If Zhiyang ignores me from now on, I'd rather die of thirst than betray him."

Zhiyang said, "I'll take care of you for life, I won't let you die of thirst, unless your little brother... can't perform."

Xiaomei said, "Your little brother is the best, so big, so firm, and so hot, he won't be unable to perform! Besides, your older brother is also great, um... better than your little brother, your older brother's hands, your older brother's tongue, and your older brother's soul-stirring moans, Xiaomei's bones went weak just listening to them."

Zhiyang said, "Will you marry me?"

Xiaomei blushed and said, "Don't you mind that I'm 5 years older than you?" "Don't you mind that I... no..."

Zhiyang interrupted, "I want to marry you, whether you like it or not!"

Xiaomei said, "You're serious!"

Zhiyang: "Hmm!"

Xiaomei bit her lip and thought for a moment and said, "Okay, but you have to agree to two conditions. First, you have to get Lanxin and Wenwen's consent. After they agree, although I'm officially your wife, I'm actually the third one, and Zhiyang can't neglect any of the three of us.

Second..." "I don't want a dowry, but Zhiyang wants to accept this apartment and 9.99 million yuan in cash as his dowry.

" Zhiyang said, "Are you running a fever? I'll take you to see a doctor."

Xiaomei said seriously, "I'm being serious, don't joke around."

Zhiyang pouted and said, "What kind of wife is so fierce?"

Xiaomei smiled and leaned against Zhiyang, saying coquettishly, "I'm in a hurry! Don't be angry!

" Zhiyang said, "You also have to agree to two conditions. First, from now on, if you get angry with me, I'll divorce you.

Second, come back with me now to see Lanxin and Wenwen."

Xiaomei happily said, "My husband is the best! I knew my husband loved Xiaomei.

Come on, Xiaomei will help my husband take a bath, Xiaomei's mouth will help her brother take a bath." Xiaomei happily pulled Zhiyang towards the transparent bathroom. After a while, in the transparent bathroom, Xiaomei was kneeling in front of Zhiyang, her head swaying back and forth.

From the bathroom came Zhiyang's comfortable moans: "Ah...so good...Xiaomei is so good at licking...so good...oh...Xiaomei has improved..."

In the living room, Lanxin, Wenwen, and Xiaomei were chatting excitedly. Lanxin said to Xiaomei: "Xiaomei, in a few days you and Zhiyang will quit your jobs and come work for my company. Zhiyang's father's biggest hope is that Zhiyang can take over the company, which is why it's named Yangcheng Hardware Company.

I hope to gradually get Zhiyang into the swing of things. Lanxin will manage the finances, Wenwen will manage the material flow, and Xiaomei will be responsible for the market area."

Xiaomei said: "Thank you, Lanxin. I will work hard to accept you, Wenwen."

Wenwen said: "I'm the youngest, but I'm Xiaomei's older sister. I feel a little embarrassed." Xiaomei

said: "Wenwen, it's only right. Xiaomei hopes to take good care of my husband Zhiyang with my two older sisters."

Wenwen said: "Xiaomei, I want to ask you something. If I have...Zhiyang's child, would you...mind it?"

Xiaomei smiled and said, "I hope Sister Wenwen and Sister Lanxin both have Zhiyang's children.

I will treat them as my own; we are family."

The conversation between Lanxin, Wenwen, and Xiaomei was filled with a harmonious atmosphere.

Zhiyang said, "It's time to sleep. Let's talk again tomorrow!"

Xiaomei said, "I'm so happy today, I can't sleep."

Wenwen said, "Xiaomei, sleep in my room tonight, I'll chat with you all night, and we'll tidy up your room together starting tomorrow, okay?"

Xiaomei said, "Okay!" Zhiyang put his arm around Lanxin and walked upstairs to their room. Wenwen

softly asked Xiaomei, "Mei-mei, did Zhiyang make you feel good?"

Xiaomei said shyly, "Honey...it was so good, really so comfortable."

Wenwen continued, "Is Zhiyang's penis big and strong?

" Xiaomei blushed and said shyly, "Sister Wenwen, let's go to the room to talk!

Zhiyang is so gentle...and so fierce. Just thinking about that...hot, thick glans...the scraping sensation, the impact, I'll never forget it."

Wenwen said: Mei-mei, you have to take good care of your husband! Don't be too greedy! Your husband likes it when people lick and suck it!

Xiao-mei said: Sister, I know, Xiao-mei will make your husband feel good, but won't hurt his body...

Lan Xin, panting and writhing in the room: Ah… Zhi Yang is naughty… Ah… No…

Zhi Yang said: Mom is bad, talking for so long, um… you don’t care about Zhi Yang anymore.

Lan Xin moaned: Ah… Mom… is concerned about Zhi Yang… Oh… his life’s most important matter… that’s why… Ah…

Zhi Yang said: I don’t care, Mom is the worst.

Zhi Yang lifted Lan Xin’s skirt and saw that Lan Xin was wearing panties, and touched her already wet vulva.

Lan Xin moaned: Oh… Husband… Ah… New daughter-in-law… no… Ah…

Zhi Yang, hungry and greedy, had already taken off his pants, held his hot and hard penis, and squeezed it into his familiar vulva from behind.

Lan Xin gripped the edge of the bed, her plump buttocks raised high, as Zhi Yang's large penis slowly thrust in and out. Lan Xin felt the glans was bigger than before, scraping against the tender flesh of her vagina...

Ah... so comfortable... Mom... so good... Zhi Yang... ah... Mom... can't take it... Mom is bad... Zhi Yang is good... ah...

hum... ah hum... ah... I'm coming... ah...

Lan Xin lay on the bed, closing her eyes and panting. Zhi Yang stroked her and said: Ah... Mom is bad, it doesn't hurt Zhi Yang, without wearing panties. Lan Xin could only nod weakly and say "Mmm!"

After Lan Xin came to her senses, Zhi Yang slowly pulled his large penis out of her wet vagina. Lan Xin: Ah... ah... gently... ah...

Zhi Yang said: Mom is bad.

Lan Xin said weakly: Husband is so strong! Mom is so bad... dear brother... my dear brother... the best, brother made me feel so good, brother didn't even come, so amazing, husband is the best... take good care of your body!

Lanxin helped Zhiyang take a shower. After the shower, she had Zhiyang lie on the bed and rubbed her beautiful body against his strong physique. She stroked him with her delicate hands, rubbed her full breasts against his large penis, and even put his penis in her mouth. Zhiyang enjoyed it so much that he fell asleep...

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