Policewoman Wenjie (Chapter 8)

"Ring ring ring ring," Wenjie's phone rang. Looking down, she saw a name that was utterly disgusting yet always brought

her good news: Zhang Yong.

"What is it?" Wenjie tried to mask her slight anticipation with an extremely impatient tone.

"Baby! Wear a skirt and wait for me downstairs. I'm taking you somewhere!" "

Where? What trick are you up to this time?"

"Hey, this is important. I guarantee you won't regret it. Anyway, I can't beat you, so what are you afraid of?"

"You…"

"Beep beep beep…"

Wenjie was filled with suspicion. Making her wear a skirt meant this beast was definitely going to take advantage of her again, but it was important

… Hesitantly, Wenjie changed into a black mini-skirt, put on a white t-shirt, didn't wear stockings, tied up her

beautiful long hair, and changed into sneakers. Just in case, it would be easier to move around.

Wenjie went downstairs and waited for about 10 minutes before Zhang Yong's car screeched to a halt in front of her.

"Get in!" Zhang Yong opened the passenger door and called to Wen Jie.

"Bang!" Wen Jie got in and slammed the door shut. "Where to?" she asked, looking straight ahead without glancing at Zhang Yong.

"What's the rush? Let's go!" Zhang Yong shifted into drive, started the car, and casually placed his right hand

on Wen Jie's white thigh.

Wen Jie didn't resist or pay him any attention, turning her head to look out the window. For about half an hour, Zhang

Yong lingered on Wen Jie's thigh, occasionally trying to slip his hand under her skirt,

but Wen Jie's legs were crossed, leaving no gap. With so many people and cars in the city, Zhang Yong didn't have time to make further

attempts. He just kept touching her thigh, his eyes occasionally glancing at Wen Jie's

full breasts under her white t-shirt, which trembled slightly with the car's vibrations.

As the car gradually left the city, the population thinned out, and the once smooth and wide road became narrower and

bumpier, with lush green hills appearing on either side of the vehicle.

"Where are we going?" Wenjie felt a growing wariness, wondering what Zhang Yong was up to.

Although he was a small-time drug dealer, his cunning was extraordinary.

"It's like this, in a while, Boss Zhou will be handling an important deal, so important that he'll personally come forward.

The other party is a notorious gangster in S City. I'm taking you to see that place now," Zhang Yong replied.

"Very good, you're finally doing something practical. But if I just report the location, our chief can

easily arrange the arrest. What's the point of you taking me there?"

"If I take you there, you can set a trap, and then you'll have a chance to rescue Boss Zhou alone. Would

n't that be another step forward for you?" Zhang Yong turned his head, looking at Wenjie with a sly smile, his gaze instantly sweeping over her

chest.

"Good idea, then take me to see it first!" Wenjie replied, but noticed the car was moving noticeably slower.

"Hehe, baby, don't rush, something's getting in my way, I can't drive fast!"

Zhang Yong nodded, indicating his lower body. Wenjie immediately saw the erect, purple

penis protruding from Zhang Yong's crotch. This lewd drug dealer had somehow unzipped his pants.

"Help me take care of this, baby!" Zhang Yong leered, glancing at Wenjie. At this moment, Wenjie was filled with

rage, almost bursting forth, but everything felt so helpless, as if she had no other choice.

Wenjie gritted her teeth and slowly reached out her delicate hand. "Hmph, I bet you've

lived your whole life just for your dick!" Wenjie angrily retorted, then bent down and opened her red

lips, taking Zhang Yong's filthy glans into her mouth.

Hearing the cold, sarcastic remark, Zhang Yong was both surprised by the policewoman's sudden shift from hesitation to aloof

disdain and quite displeased by Wen Jie's verbal attack. However, as his penis entered Wen Jie's warm,

smooth mouth, the tingling sensation in his lower body instantly shattered his emotions.

Wen Jie grasped the base of Zhang Yong's penis with one hand, while her tongue circled and stirred the hard glans,

swirling and swallowing repeatedly. After being forced

to have sex , Wen Jie seemed to have inexplicably become proficient in some sexual techniques, especially oral sex, going from unimaginable

to now quite adept. Her jade-like hand held his penis, and with the nimble movements of her tongue, she

began to slowly manipulate it. Perhaps oral sex is an innate human instinct; the combination of mouth and penis

seems more varied and directly stimulating than vaginal penetration.

The sounds of saliva, "tsk, tsk, tsk," and the warm, smooth pleasure traveled from Zhang Yong's groin to his

brain. Zhang Yong slowly controlled the car's speed and direction, wanting to keep watching Wen Jie's jade-like lips holding his

penis, and the deep cleavage revealed by her neckline as she bent down.

Uncontrollably, Zhang Yong's hand slipped into Wen Jie's collar, easily entering through the edge of her bra and grasping

one of her breasts, kneading it back and forth.

"Mmm..." Wen Jie had been monotonously giving this man oral sex, but the sudden touch on her breast

seemed to trigger a sudden pleasure, and that "mmm" made her regret it. A proud policewoman,

a filthy criminal—such incongruous identities! How could she feel pleasure from having her breasts touched? Could it be that

her body had truly resonated with his sexual intercourse?

"Ah...baby! Make a sound! Otherwise I won't be able to cum! Oh! Sss..." Zhang Yong was driving while

enjoying the policewoman's oral sex beneath him, and at the same time, he was kneading the soft breasts inside her underwear. He was almost in

a fluster

. "...Hmm...Hoo..." Wen Jie simply did as he was told, hoping to finish quickly and be relieved sooner. Her soft moans seemed to be

heavenly sounds coming from her nose, "Hmm...Hmm...Hmm..." one after another, as Wen Jie began

to swallow Zhang Yong's glans deeper into her mouth, penetrating deeper and deeper, withdrawing longer and longer, and holding it tighter and tighter!

Her saliva became more and more slippery, "Hmm...Hmm...Hmm..." Wen Jie's soft moans.

"Ah...Sss...Ah..." Zhang Yong frowned, resisting the intense stimulation, desperately holding back

the urge to ejaculate.

Slowly, Wenjie felt the filth in her mouth twitching as she licked it,

like a dying shrimp struggling. Just as she was wondering if Zhang Yong was about to ejaculate, Zhang Yong suddenly

pulled his hand out of his bra and pressed Wenjie's head down. As Wenjie was about to resist, a stream of

extremely salty liquid with a fishy smell gushed out from Zhang Yong's penis, instantly filling Wenjie's mouth!

Her tongue, which had been moving nimbly, was suddenly entangled and immobilized by the viscous liquid.

"Mmm...mmm..." Wenjie let out two tense moans from her nose! It wasn't a feigned response to

Zhang Yong's request, but rather a reaction to the shock of having someone ejaculate in her mouth for the first time in her life, a shock at the smell of semen,

that salty taste. This was followed by

a wave of nausea rising from deep within her throat. At this moment, Zhang Yong shuddered, abruptly releasing the hand that had been pressing on Wenjie's head. Wenjie

took the opportunity to pull the filthy penis out of her mouth, her mouth still filled with all of Zhang Yong's semen.

"Mmm...uh..." Wenjie covered her lips, pretending to vomit,

the image of the dark-skinned beauty swallowing Chu Hanlin's semen flashing through her mind.

"Don't spit it out! Swallow it! Or I won't take you!" Zhang Yong said anxiously, looking at Wenjie.

The internal struggle at this moment was almost more intense for Wenjie than when Chu Hanlin pointed a gun at her head.

But Wenjie also seemed more resolute; each sacrifice would not be in vain. Wenjie grabbed a bottle of mineral water

from the car , tilted her head back, and gulped it down, letting the water, along with the filthy semen carrying the genes of a criminal,

go down into her stomach.

"Satisfied now! Hurry up and get to work! Watch the road, don't drive down the mountain!" Wenjie

said coldly, looking out the window.

Zhang Yong grinned as he tidied himself up, wiping his half-erect penis with a tissue, and

absentmindedly slipped one hand into his pants, forgetting to zip them up.

"Watch out, baby! I'm really going to drive down the mountain now!" Zhang Yong's words startled Wenjie.

Suddenly, Zhang Yong turned the steering wheel beside a large rock on the left side of the road and drove off the winding mountain road.

Wenjie gripped the handrail tightly with her right hand, quickly assessing the situation. Being a former criminal investigator,

she was perfectly capable of remaining calm in such a sudden situation. She watched as Zhang Yong bypassed the large rock, the car plunging through several layers

of dense bushes. After a series of sharp, snapping sounds of breaking branches, a path covered in fallen leaves appeared before them. The road was completely hidden

overhead by the lush foliage of large trees; most people would never imagine

such a concealed path existed halfway down this winding mountain road. Anyone seeing a car heading this way would assume it was a fatal accident

.

"How did you know there was a path here?" Wenjie asked.

"In my line of work, you have to be good at everything, otherwise you'd be dead already!" Zhang

Yong said smugly. "There's a platform further up that road, that's

where Zhou Xiong is going to make a deal with his big client. They don't even know this little road, and I bet you police officers don't know it either. I'm telling you today,

so I'm showing you my escape route. Isn't that great?"

"Heh, great! Very good!" Wen Jie replied coldly. "When are they going to make the deal?"

"Damn! How could a small fry like me know about something this big so quickly? But I have brothers with Zhou Xiong, they'll let me know as soon as

they confirm . By the way, do you remember how to get there?"

"I already remember." Wen Jie replied contemptuously. "So when the deal happens, we'll arrange the arrest, and then I

'll find an opportunity to escape with Zhou Xiong down this road, saying it's a secret passage my cousin often uses. That way I can

gain his trust further, right?"

Zhang Yong secretly admired her: She's indeed an excellent policewoman, her logic and memory are so quick and accurate. "

Then it's simple. Once the time is set, I'll take you there immediately. Just say my cousin wants to go and see it for herself.

Zhou Xiong has a good impression of you, and with my recommendation, he'll definitely trust you and be willing to take you along. That'll

be your chance to make a name for yourself."

With that, the car drove off the hidden road and back onto the winding mountain road, seemingly already on

the other side of the mountain.

An hour passed, and the car slowly drove back to the city. Zhang Yong dropped Wen Jie off at her apartment building, and Wen Jie

opened the door to get out of the car…

"Wait!" Zhang Yong suddenly said, lighting a cigarette.

"What?" Wen Jie had a bad feeling.

"Based on Zhou Xiong's speed and habits, the transaction will definitely be late at night, and by the time my brother notifies me and

I come to pick you up, they'll have already left." Zhang Yong looked ahead, a

cunning .

"So?"

"Perfect timing. My lease is up, and the landlord seems to have heard about my bad behavior and isn't planning to rent to

me anymore. How about this, I'll stay with you for a while, and we'll leave as soon as we get the call. What do you say?" She

was actually going to live with this criminal?! Wenjie felt like she'd been struck by lightning. Not long ago, she was

a pure and virtuous, heroic policewoman, and Zhang Yong was the lowly, ugly criminal she had personally apprehended. She could

even control his life and death, like an ant. Now, she was being forced to have sex with him multiple times, satisfying his

fetishes, swallowing his semen… and now he was proposing to live together, and she seemed to have no reason to refuse…

And her beloved boyfriend, Xiao Wei, had only lived with her for less than half a month before he was sent on a secret

mission… Thinking about it, Wenjie's mind was buzzing, and her eyes seemed to well up with tears.

Wenjie opened the car door and got out. With her back to Zhang Yong, she said calmly, "Come over tonight." She strode towards

her residence. Mission, revenge, dignity, and innocence were all intertwined in her mind like a tangled mess, and tears streamed down her face

without her noticing .

"Beep...beep..." Back at her residence, Wenjie dialed Director Lin's number. By this time, Wenjie had already

wiped away her tears and regained her composure.

"Xiao Wen, how's the situation?" Director Lin's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Latest intelligence: Zhou Xiong will personally meet with an important client for a transaction. The time is undetermined, but I've sent the location's

coordinates to your phone. I plan to use this arrest to find an opportunity to rescue Zhou Xiong. Zhang Yong provided a secret

passage that we can utilize. The plan is to gain Zhou Xiong's trust now so I can infiltrate their ranks more deeply." Wenjie

steadied herself and reported clearly.

"Very good, I'll arrange it with the H City police immediately. It seems Zhang Yong is indeed very obedient and effective with you.

Xiao Wen, you really have a way with things!" Hearing Director Lin say this, Wen Jie felt a pang of sadness and grievance, and tears

unconsciously streamed down her face again.

"Thank you, Director Lin. I'll let you know the exact time as soon as I get it." After saying that, she hung up the phone, casually turned on

the TV, and pressed the channel-changing button repeatedly, her whole expression lost in a daze.

She didn't know how much time had passed when the doorbell rang, snapping Wenjie back to reality.

She realized it was already dark.

The door opened, and Zhang Yong, dragging a large suitcase and chewing on a toothpick, cheerfully entered.

"Here, I brought you some noodles. I know you haven't eaten yet," Zhang Yong said, tossing a takeout container on the table.

"I'm not hungry," Wenjie replied. She felt that food from such a dirty person seemed dirty too; the fragrant food container

only made her want to vomit.

"You've had a long day, haven't you showered yet? Go take a shower, I'll get ready," Zhang Yong said, opening his

suitcase.

Wenjie realized she had indeed been sitting there for too long. She got up, took a towel from the closet,

and went into the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, her face seemed a little more weathered. Wenjie was terrified that she would see even a glimpse of a promiscuous woman

in the mirror .

She sighed deeply, unbuckled her belt, took off her short skirt,

crossed her arms and reached for her waist, lifted the hem of her shirt, straightened her back, and pulled off her white t-shirt. Then, she

unhooked at the back and gently removed it.

"Click..." The bathroom door suddenly opened, and Wenjie abruptly clutched her chest with the bra she had just taken off.

Turning around, she saw Zhang Yong, completely naked, walking into the bathroom with a grin. "What are you doing?!" Wenjie instinctively

yelled , then immediately realized the pointlessness of her words.

"I haven't showered either, let me help you," Zhang Yong said, approaching Wenjie. Wenjie stood

motionless, silent.

Zhang Yong walked up to Wen Jie, squatted down, and hooked two fingers of each hand around the edge of her panties, slowly

pulling them down. The panties, initially triangular, were squeezed into a strip, passing over Wen Jie's lower abdomen, brushing past

the sparse pubic hair that was gradually becoming visible, and down her long, straight, beautiful legs. Once past her knees, they gently fell to the ground.

Wen Jie paused, took a step to the left, freeing herself from the panties' grasp, and gently lowered her hands,

her bra falling softly to the ground. A sexy, slender, and beautiful naked body was presented before Zhang Yong.

Those two familiar, soft, and high breasts—this probably signified the body's acceptance and submission.

Zhang Yong was also somewhat stunned by the beautiful body before him, realizing that he had been so engrossed in satisfying his own

fetishes that he had never truly appreciated the perfect figure of this beautiful policewoman.

Zhang Yong, his eyes fixed on Wen Jie, pulled her into the shower. He turned on the shower, and warm water poured over them

. Zhang Yong squeezed some shower gel into his palm, rubbed it on himself first, then quickly spread the slippery,

spraying gel on Wen Jie's shoulders. His hands slowly slid down, revealing increasingly prominent and

soft areas.

The smooth, delicate shower gel glided over her soft, supple breasts—a perfect sensory

stimulation! It was the first time Wen Jie had been touched in this way by a man. Slippery, itchy—an indescribable feeling spread from

her chest down her entire body, raising goosebumps all over.

A perfect body combined with a perfect feel! Zhang Yong couldn't resist any longer and pulled Wen Jie into a tight embrace.

Half a head shorter than Wen Jie, Zhang Yong pressed his lips against the base of her neck, his chest pressed against her breasts

, squeezing them flat, letting the gel spill out slightly. He twisted his body, savoring the shower gel

and her bouncy breasts from every angle.

Because of his short legs, Zhang Yong's already erect penis slipped between Wen Jie's two white thighs

, the entire length pressed against her tender vaginal opening.

"Mmm..." Her neck was kissed, her breasts were squeezed, her body was rubbed, and her genitals were rubbed. Wen Jie

felt help but moan.

Zhang Yong became even more excited, his hands rubbing and caressing from Wen Jie's slender and beautiful back down to her

high, upturned buttocks. He rubbed, kneaded, and spread her skin, enjoying every inch of Wen Jie's skin.

In the shower room, a short, fat, dark-skinned man and a fair-skinned, slender, curvaceous woman with long hair were tightly embracing

each other, their bodies intertwined and twisting. The dark-skinned man's head was buried in her white shoulders, her white face

tilted , and her long black hair fell down, covering the dark hands that were rubbing her buttocks. The shower gel foam

dissipated, and the water made their bodies shiny black, while the other was crystal clear.

"Ah..." Wen Jie was startled! Zhang Yong slipped his middle finger from behind, across her buttocks, and into her vagina

, slowly moving it in and out… His hand was short, only able to insert two segments, but those segments were already quite wet.

Wen Jie's mind was blank; she was used to clearing her mind of everything—police officer,

criminal, chastity, nobility, baseness—let it all go. At this point,

it was just a man and a woman.

Wen Jie's vagina felt uncomfortable from Zhang Yong's movements; although wet, the rough skin still scratched

her painfully. Wen Jie simply squatted down, freeing herself from Zhang Yong's fingers and embrace, and directly grabbed

the , shoving it into her mouth.

Zhang Yong was ecstatic. That noble, arrogant, and domineering policewoman was now giving

him oral sex—truly a blessing beyond measure. His penis

was swirling . The hot water from the showerhead flowed down her body, down her abdomen, and then down her scrotum. It was like a 3D

oral sex experience.

Zhang Yong stroked Wenjie's hair with one hand, lifted her head, and opened his mouth, "Ah...ah..." enjoying the pleasure

that spread throughout his body. He tried, lowered his head, tried, opened his eyes, not wanting to miss a single incredibly sexy

moment. Watching the water flow down the black hair that clung to Wenjie's back and shoulders, watching his penis go in and out of her

jade lips under her straight nose, watching her trembling breasts, Zhang Yong almost ejaculated prematurely.

"Get up!" Zhang Yong immediately helped Wenjie up. "Turn around!" He made Wenjie turn around, place her hands on the wall,

spread her legs, and stick her buttocks up. How familiar this scene was. Wenjie had ordered suspects to be searched like this countless times,

and Zhang Yong had been pressed against the wall like this countless times. But at this moment, everything was reversed.

The strenuous oral sex, coupled with the constant flow of water forcing her to hold her breath, left Wenjie panting heavily.

Her breasts, drooping as she leaned forward, rose and fell slightly, trembling.

"Ah!" came another gasp from Wenjie as Zhang Yong thrust his entire penis into her honeypot from behind, plunging it through her upturned

buttocks. To accommodate Zhang Yong's short legs, Wenjie had to bend slightly.

Her legs were getting even more tired.

Zhang Yong held Wen Jie's waist with both hands and began his relentless thrusting and pounding! The

"slap slap slap" sounds, accompanied by the splashing water, began to echo throughout the bathroom.

"Oh...oh..." Zhang Yong's voice came from behind. Wen Jie's sagging breasts

swayed with each thrust, but she felt no pleasure. Firstly, it was her first time

having sex in the bathroom, and she was extremely unaccustomed to it. Secondly, to accommodate Zhang Yong's rear-entry position, she had to bend her knees,

a semi-squatting position that made her legs feel sore and trembling. These sensations made it impossible for her to focus on

the sex. She only felt something busily moving in and out of her lower body, accompanied by the vibrations in her body.

"Why don't we go inside?" Wen Jie was surprised that she would say

such the position was really too tiring and difficult to maintain, or if she really had a slight desire for the pleasure of sex.

After speaking, Wenjie ignored Zhang Yong's still-dazed reply, straightened up, opened

the glass door of the shower room, tore off a large white bath towel to wrap around her body, and then grabbed a white towel to cover her wet

hair before entering the room.

Zhang Yong's penis was forced out of her vagina by Wenjie's thrusting motion, the fluids—whose

fluids instantly washed away by the water. Zhang Yong hurriedly followed, only to find there was no towel. He grabbed Wenjie's

t-shirt from the floor and wiped it haphazardly, but it still wasn't dry. He then used her bra to wipe it; it smelled so good.

Zhang Yong closed his eyes and smelled it for a while, marveling at his good fortune. He vaguely recalled

stealing women's underwear from his neighbor's drying clothes when he was a teenager. Heh, now he could live with such a stunningly beautiful and noble policewoman

! He casually picked up Wenjie's panties, covered his face with them, and smelled them. The scent—fragrant yet pungent—instantly ignited

Zhang Yong's wild desire. Looking at the white stains on the crotch, he chuckled, "

She ..." Lost in a jumble of thoughts, Zhang Yong entered the room.

Wenjie had already turned off the main light and turned on the bedside lamp. She leaned quietly against the headboard, her arms crossed over

her chest, her long, slender legs crossed under a white towel, the top of which revealed her delicate

shoulders and half-exposed breasts. This pose truly resembled that of a married couple. Zhang Yong's heart pounded.

Sometimes, a certain atmosphere is more alluring than sex itself.

Zhang Yong scrambled onto the bed! He ripped off the cumbersome towel. Her perfect body, standing,

lying, or reclining, exuded a different kind of charm, each pose a delightful surprise. Zhang Yong swallowed hard.

"Baby, can you touch yourself?" Zhang Yong wanted to imitate the scenes in the Japanese adult films he usually watched, wanting to make

the beauty even more exciting.

"If you're going to do it, then do it! If not, I'm going to sleep!" Wen Jie said coldly.

Zhang Yong was rebuffed and quite displeased, but the policewoman in front of him was simply irresistible. Zhang Yong

quickly went over and lay down next to Wen Jie, put his arm around her shoulder, and pushed her face

towards . He opened his large mouth, which was full of the smell of cigarettes, and began to kiss Wen Jie's red lips passionately. His other

hand repeatedly kneaded Wen Jie's soft and tender breasts.

Wen Jie responded to Zhang Yong's kisses. The tongue intertwined, the saliva was swallowed and spat out, and her cheek turned to the side made her neck

start to . Helpless, Wen Jie made one last mental struggle: Zhang Yong was not

humiliating her like before. Maybe living together would make him start to like normal sex. Anyway, she had been violated

too many times. She had already fallen too deep into this game. "If you're going to do it, then do it properly. If you can't resist, then enjoy

that dirty pleasure. Once you've gained Zhou Xiong's trust, you won't need this lowly Zhang Yong anymore.

Let him go crazy one last time. I just hope the day of the deal comes quickly."

Thinking this, Wen Jie released her awkward position, turned to the side, and reached out to hug Zhang Yong, also relieving

her sore neck. Zhang Yong hadn't expected this formidable policewoman to have such a gentle side, and his penis

throbbed with excitement.

On the bed, one black, one white; one fat, one thin; one ugly, one beautiful—two people embraced each other, kissing passionately.

Zhang Yong inserted his knees between Wen Jie's beautiful legs, letting her clamp them. His hands, which had been kneading her soft

breasts , were somewhat immobilized by Wen Jie's embrace, quietly pressing on one breast, his fingers

teasing the pink nipple.

The sounds of kissing, "tsk, tsk," and their simultaneous moans, "hmm, hmm," truly resembled a couple reunited after a short

separation, beginning the prelude to their beautiful lovemaking.

Zhang Yong's knee parted Wen Jie's beautiful legs, and he withdrew the hand that had been teasing her nipples,

reaching towards her lower body. His middle finger, having pierced through the folds of her vulva, found the entrance and gently slipped in. This time, there was no resistance;

it went in deeply. Zhang Yong's entire middle finger entered Wen Jie's already wet and slippery honeypot, hooking two joints and

slowly sliding out, then straight in… slid out with a hook, accompanied by kisses above. Wen Jie felt a

strange sensation she had never experienced before, different from sex, different from Pang Shiyuan's oral sex, different from Chu Hanlin's licking;

it seemed to penetrate deeper into her body. His middle finger withdrew again, but this time, it was his middle and ring fingers that entered together,

the two fingers inserted into Wen Jie's honeypot in one swift motion.

"Ah! No, ugh!" It was too full. Wen Jie had just broken free from Zhang Yong's kiss and was about to cry out when she was

kissed ! This time, Zhang Yong's two fingers no longer moved in and out, but instead simultaneously hooked and quickly stroked the

upper wall of Wen Jie's vagina , the "shush" sound coming directly from her lower body. His thumb wasn't idle either; it dipped in some of

the love juice at the entrance of her vagina and directly found Wen Jie's clitoris, rubbing it at the same time.

"Ah...no...ah..." A soreness, swelling, and stimulation rushed into Wen Jie's brain.

Wen Jie pushed Zhang Yong away, covering his mouth with one hand and trying to stop his frantically working hand with the other.

Zhang Yong was trying to make Wen Jie squirt, but Wen Jie had never experienced this kind of action before, and her whole body felt extremely uncomfortable, her lower abdomen

feeling like it was about to shrink into a flat balloon. Zhang Yong was frantic, his lower body busy, the "shush, shush, tsk, tsk" sound

coming from her lower body incessantly.

"No, no, no...ah..." Wen Jie couldn't push that hand away, and was also afraid that some movement would hurt

her vagina.

"Call me husband and I'll stop!" Wenjie's hand, which had been pressing against Zhang Yong's mouth, loosened due to pleasure and discomfort, and

a sentence slipped out from between her fingers—a sentence Wenjie found hard to accept.

"No! You... ah..." Wenjie felt insulted again and wanted to resist, but her body...

His hand moved faster, making Wenjie tremble all over.

"Say it, say husband, I want it! Hurry up!"

"No... ah... ah..."

"Say it, hurry up!"

"Ah... husband!" Wenjie felt her mind was in chaos, actually calling a criminal husband.

"Good girl, wife, touch your husband's crotch." Zhang Yong succeeded and excitedly continued his actions.

Because Zhang Yong had been focused on making Wenjie orgasm, coupled with verbal teasing, his penis had

become somewhat limp after standing for too long. Wenjie's delicate hand reached for Zhang Yong's dark and ugly penis! She stroked it and

played with it.

"Ah! Are you done yet!" Wenjie was a little angry, but Zhang Yong did not stop his actions.

"What are you doing yet? Who are you calling?" Zhang Yong lewdly laughed.

"Ah... are you done yet... husband..."

"What do you mean if you're not done yet???"

"Stop... ah... stop it, husband, hurry up and fuck me!" Wenjie had

lost .

"Just touching it like this won't get it hard, you have to... um!" Zhang Yong's words were cut short when Wen Jie kissed

his large mouth, her tongue darting out to capture his, kissing and swallowing, while her other hand continuously stroked

and caressed his penis.

Overwhelmed with pleasure, Zhang Yong immediately became erect. Wen Jie grasped his erect penis and quickly began to stroke it

, and Zhang Yong felt he was about to ejaculate.

"Come on!! Wife! Lie down!" Zhang Yong withdrew his fingers from Wen Jie's genitals. Wen Jie felt a

tremendous sense of relief, no longer caring about her last shred of dignity or composure. She quickly lay flat, spreading

her legs, presenting her already overflowing vulva to the criminal she had previously loathed and despised.

Zhang Yong climbed onto Wen Jie's body, one hand holding his swollen penis, finding the entrance to her vulva, and

thrusting his hips! With a "whoosh," he plunged into Wen Jie's vulva once more.

Wenjie suddenly felt that familiar sense of fulfillment, not a soreness, but even a warmth, a

longing for this moment. Involuntarily, she wrapped her arms around Zhang Yong's back. Zhang Yong, who had never felt such tenderness before, also embraced

Wenjie, squeezing her round, full breasts into a pancake shape. The two embraced, and Zhang Yong began his

thrusting and pumping.

"Oh... um... oh... ah..." Wenjie no longer resisted, closing her eyes to empty her

mind , calmly accepting Zhang Yong's intercourse.

Zhang Yong busied himself, "Huff... huff..." trying to kiss Wenjie's lips, but he was too short; with

their bodies connected, he could only reach her chin.

The thrusting continued, "Um... um..." Wenjie moaned, her moans evolving from resistance to acceptance, to

stimulation, to enjoyment, and finally even a hint of coquettishness. "Um... um... ah..." After

more than five minutes of Zhang Yong's thrusting, Wenjie seemed to have reached orgasm, while Zhang Yong's interest was still piqued.

"Ah...ah..." Wenjie suddenly hugged Zhang Yong tightly with all her might. Zhang Yong knew she had reached her climax,

her face flushed.

"Call me!! Huff...call...huff...is it comfortable...huff..." Zhang Yong gasped for breath

.

"Husband...ah...husband...oh, comfortable...um..." Wenjie hugged Zhang Yong tightly,

uttering the words she despised most.

Startled by Wenjie's cry, Zhang Yong lost control and hugged her tightly, thrusting

in thrusting in twice. "Ah...ah...I'm coming! Ah...oh..." Zhang Yong cried out in a low voice.

"Ah...husband...ah..." Wenjie was almost hysterical at this point.

Zhang Yong's penis reached the deepest part of Wenjie's vagina! Hitting the cervix! One thrust, two thrusts! Three thrusts!

He ejaculated his hot semen.

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