The Complete Book of One Hundred Women - 19

The young woman not only helped me with the check-in procedures, but also picked up my travel bag and insisted on taking me to my room. I deliberately slowed down and followed behind her. Looking at her bright and extremely revealing clothes, her round and fleshy buttocks and slender white legs, I finally realized: she must be a prostitute.
"Sir," I was right. After briefly introducing the room's layout, the woman abruptly changed the subject: "Would you like me to serve you?"
She then gazed at me with a seductive look, deliberately thrusting her ample breasts forward. Her soft cleavage seemed like a bottomless abyss, utterly alluring, making this lecherous man want to dive in and see for himself. So, I asked directly, "How much?"
"Three hundred!" The woman held up three slender fingers. I shook my head, "Too expensive!"
"Sir," she said, her fingers pointing downwards, provocatively parting my sweat-soaked outer garment, "Three hundred yuan. I will serve you for an hour and a half. Do you think that's expensive?"
"Hehe," I chuckled mischievously. I'd experienced the so-called "hour and a half service" many times in the mainland, but in front of this woman, I deliberately pretended not to understand. So I shrugged: "Hehe, this kind of thing can be resolved in ten or eight minutes. Who has the fighting power to last an hour and a half?"
"Sir," the woman not only pushed aside my coat but also wrapped her arms around my neck, saying in a slightly mocking tone, "So you're a foreigner now. The service I'm about to provide you is not so simple or so rough!"
"Isn't that how it is between men and women? What new tricks can your service have?"
"Sir," the woman pressed her face close to my cheek, "If you're willing to pay three hundred yuan, I'll do it for you right now. I guarantee it will leave you with a warm memory, so that you'll always remember Hainan, Sanya, this hotel, and me..."
"Who are you?" I suddenly remembered her name and hometown. After being intimate for a while, I couldn't be completely ignorant of her name. Besides, whether her answer was true or false, I'd just take it as true. The woman casually replied, "Ningning, from Sichuan."
After agreeing on the price and exchanging names, the matter got straight to the point. The Sichuan girl, Ms. Ningning, diligently helped me undress and then had me lie face down on the bed. "You lie down properly, I'll go get the supplies!" she said. With that, Ms. Ningning swayed into the bathroom, and what she brought out was nothing more than a small leather bag, a plastic basin filled with warm water, and a dozen disposable cups. The Sichuan girl placed the bag on the pillow and the basin on the bedside table, and then began to loosen her clothes, feigning shyness. My head was pressed against the pillow, but my lustful eyes never stopped, greedily scanning Ms. Ningning's naked body. Seeing this, Ningning was about to take off her panties when she suddenly stopped shyly, turned her head and said, "What are you looking at! You're so lecherous." Ningning walked towards the bed wearing only her panties, and I was suddenly startled to see a round little mound protruding from the bottom of Ningning's panties. I mocked, "What, miss, you have a little penis too!" As I spoke, I put my hand into her panties: Wow, the labia of this Sichuan girl are so big, they're pushing up her panties.
"Hehe," Ningning pushed my hand away, giggling as she sat down beside me and began her usual massage: twisting my neck, pounding my back, tapping my buttocks, kneading my legs, tickling my soles, and cracking my toes... Then, she opened her small purse, took out a box of face powder, and smeared it all over my body. Finally, she smeared it on herself, especially her nipples, until she was covered in a pinkish-white powder. Only then did she climb onto the bed, press herself against me, and rub her body against mine. Her two cute little nipples playfully tapped my back. The feeling excited me greatly. I muttered to myself: Hmm, this is quite entertaining. It seems the 300 yuan was well spent!
It was clear that Miss Ningning was working very hard, her body sliding down my back until her breasts rested on my buttocks, swaying dramatically from side to side. Especially her two mouthwatering red nipples, which repeatedly probed into my buttocks. Many times, her nipples were almost touching my anus, and a strange pleasure immediately spread throughout my body. My little brother between my legs gradually rose, ready to stir again. "Hehe," Prostitutes are particularly sharp-eyed; sure enough, Miss Ningning grabbed my little brother. "Sir, you get hard so quickly! Hehe," she said,
releasing my little brother. Miss Ning also stopped the physical friction, picked up a cup, scooped some warm water from the basin, held it in her mouth, and leaned down. Instead of spitting the warm water onto my back, she kept it in her mouth and used her lips and tongue to gently trace over my body, licking away the remaining perfume powder after the friction, spitting it into the spittoon, then holding the water in her mouth again, and licking again. After finally licking away the perfume powder, Miss Ning climbed back onto the bed, stuck out her little tongue, and licked my body from my neck to my hind legs. While enjoying Miss Ning's kisses, I asked Chuanmei, "Miss, what's the official name for what you just did?"
“Hehe,” Ningning chuckled shyly, “Call, call, call over the water!”
“And now?” Ningning continued kissing, pressing her pearly lips tightly against my skin, deliberately making a smacking sound, and answered without looking up, “Wander!” This went on for more than ten minutes before Miss Ningning finally looked up and sighed, “So tiring, sir, my tongue is numb from licking. Sigh, earning money is really not easy!” Muttering to herself, Miss Ningning reached into her purse again, took out a small bottle, unscrewed the cap, and applied some ointment of unknown origin to my buttocks, especially around my anus. I became even more excited: Ah, the exciting moment was about to arrive! After roughly cleaning up my anus, Miss Ningning began to lick my asshole! You don't know, in the late 1990s, even five hundred yuan wouldn't get you an anus licked in Northeast China, but in Hainan, three hundred yuan was enough, thank God! I wonder how good Miss Ningning's anal licking skills are, but judging from her work just now, they must be pretty good!
"Sir, do you need anal stimulation?" Ningning gently massaged my buttocks repeatedly with one hand, while pressing her other finger against my anus, asking softly. I readily agreed, "Yes!"
"Okay," Ningning sweetly responded, lightly tracing her fingertip across my anus before slowly inserting it. Instantly, a feeling of fullness and pressure made me groan softly. Ningning stopped, asking with concern, "How is it? Does it hurt?" "No, it
feels so wonderful," I lewdly asked Ningning, "Miss, when you have sex, do you feel this way when my penis enters your body?"
"I don't know," Ningning shook her head, "I don't know, I've never had anal sex!"
"No, I mean," I reached over and pinched Ningning's large labia through her underwear, "Miss, I mean, when my penis enters this place, does it feel wonderful too?"
"Hehe," Ningning giggled for a while, and then, while giving me anal stimulation, she discussed the feeling of sex with me with great interest. I never expected that this Sichuan girl would not only be so dedicated but also so talkative. Her slender fingers made my anus round and wide, and her little mouth made my penis hard and swollen. I couldn't hold back anymore and really wanted to turn over and hug Ningning and have sex with her. However, I didn't want the wonderful anal stimulation to end like this, so I suppressed my burning desire and continued to enjoy Miss Ningning's indescribable anal stimulation. With Miss Ningning's slender fingers constantly moving in and out, I had this feeling: I paid money, but Miss Ningning fucked my anus!
Miss Ningning finally withdrew her fingers, took out a wet wipe, and repeatedly wiped my already torn anus. Then, she bent down, spread my buttocks with both hands, and stuck out her tongue again, licking my anus. Ah, the unforgettable "anal licking" has finally begun!
Ningning's little tongue circled around my anus a few times, and finally, she pressed the tip of her tongue against my wide-open anus, like a cocoon, wriggling and burrowing inside. The feeling was indescribable, simply heavenly. The cute little cocoon writhed inside my anus for a while, then slowly emerged, licking around the anus again, before burrowing into the even wider opening.
This went on for five times. Miss Ningning released my buttocks, got up, picked up a cup, and gulped down some water. Then, she had me turn over. After rinsing her mouth, Ningning filled it with warm water again, smiled seductively, and lay on my chest, her little mouth roaming over my breasts. I closed my eyes happily, spread my arms, and passionately caressed Miss Ningning's body. Miss Ningning's pearly lips wandered down her chest to her hairy belly. She spat the warm water she was holding into the spittoon, sipped it again, and gently took my red, glistening glans into her mouth. I became even more excited; my anus was still open, and my urethra was already swollen. Seeing Miss Ningning giving me oral sex so diligently, I was overjoyed. I arched my back, and with each swallow and thrust of her lips, my body proudly thrust upwards, my burning glans pointing straight into the depths of her throat.
Having traveled all over the country and met all sorts of women, I've rarely seen one as dedicated and skilled in oral sex as Miss Ningning. Under my frenzied assault, Miss Ningning didn't try to dodge like other prostitutes, but instead greeted me with a smile. At the same time, to lessen the impact, Miss Ningning skillfully pressed down on my thighs and deeply took my penis into her mouth: "Sir, you're crazy, behave yourself." As she spoke, Miss Ningning spat out my penis again and took my testicles into her mouth, playfully but skillfully licking them. I finally "behaved," grabbing Miss Ningning's two small hands with both arms and involuntarily groaning. Miss Ningning sucked on each of my testicles for a while, then spat them out and licked them from bottom to top with her tongue, all the way to the glans. Miss Ningning gently sucked on my glans with the tip of her tongue, asking me, "Sir, do you know what this is called?"
"Yes," I calmly replied, "Ants climbing a tree!"
"Hehe," Miss Ningning laughed, "Looks like you're into women quite often, you're quite knowledgeable!" After saying that, Miss Ningning took another sip of warm water, then took my penis in her mouth and began to suck and spit even more vigorously, with wide, forceful movements. At the same time, her little head twisted vigorously from side to side, giving my penis a strong, spiraling gripping sensation. I sincerely reached out and stroked Miss Ningning's beautiful hair. Without looking up, Ningning thrust even harder: "Sir, is it comfortable? Is it good?"
"Good!" I looked up, enjoying Miss Ningning's exaggerated oral sex movements, while pressing my palm down on her head. Suddenly, a strange thought surged into my mind: Damn it, I might as well just ejaculate in her mouth!
The thought had barely formed in my mind when I began thrusting my hips forward with ill intent, my hand pressing firmly against Ningning's head, refusing to let go. At the same time, I tried to generate the urge to ejaculate. Most importantly, Miss Ningning was incredibly cooperative, her little head twisting from side to side even faster. I gritted my teeth, and—*sss*—a torrent of thick semen gushed out. Miss Ningning's wet mouth suddenly felt warm, her head immediately stopped twisting, and she hurriedly pulled her hand away from mine. Her little mouth gaped open, and—*whoosh*—a pool of white liquid flowed back from Miss Ningning's mouth. Ningning picked up her cup and quickly rinsed her mouth: "Sir, you're so naughty! I really couldn't hold back anymore, why didn't you tell me?"
"Hehe," I chuckled, thinking to myself: This is exactly the effect I wanted. If I had told you, wouldn't I have ejaculated all over the place? What would be the point then! As Miss Ningning wiped the remaining semen from my penis, she asked, "Sir, are you alright?"
"Of course," I replied
. "Alright then," she said, helping me put on a condom. "Come on, get on!"
But suddenly, my penis wouldn't cooperate, quickly going limp. It struggled for a long time before I could penetrate Miss Ningning's place. I cursed and ripped off the condom. Ningning suggested, "Sir, you can rest for a while."
So, I had to haggle with Miss Ningning again. Finally, she asked me to add another two hundred yuan. I first took a shower, then ate a hearty meal, and then, regrouped, went back into battle.
To find out what happened in the second round, stay tuned for the next installment.

The Young Woman 2

(from "A Hundred Women's Chronicle") Chapter Two: Underground
brothels teem with prostitutes, Clients wave and order from the madam
. Old Zhang goes to Hainan to buy sex, Renting a car and speeding through the streets.
Smokeless industry burns like charcoal, Every household is overflowing with customers.
He searches east and west, His price is surprisingly low. "
Where can I find prostitutes?" he asks, A lazy man points to Red Sand Village.
The next morning, after having morning tea, I had just stepped out of the hotel when a man about my age approached me with a broad smile: "Sir, where are you going? Need a ride?"
"I want to go to Tianya Haijiao (
End of the Earth), how much?" After agreeing on a price, I got into a taxi. The driver, while driving, made small talk with me: "Sir, judging from your accent, you're from the North, right?" After receiving an affirmative answer, and learning my purpose for coming to Hainan, the driver casually asked, "Tourism? Oh, you're here to have fun? What kind of fun? Women? Have you had any fun
with women?" "Yes," I half-jokingly imitated the man's accent. The driver smiled at me: "Where did you have fun? From the hotel?" I nodded. The driver grinned: "Wow, too expensive, sir! You got ripped off by a brothel owner. Five hundred yuan for ten women!"
"What?" I exclaimed in surprise, turning my face to stare blankly at the driver. He lit a cigarette. "What, you don't believe me? If you want to have some fun, I'll take you to find some prostitutes right now, fifty yuan a shot, sir, interested?"
"Heh heh," I lewdly chuckled, "Who gets up early to have sex? Wait a minute, let me go to the ends of the earth first, then I'll find some brothels!"
"Hey," the driver, eager to pimp out, sighed, "What's so fun about the ends of the earth? It's just a big reef. Sir, I'll take you to find some prostitutes instead, the fare is negotiable!"
"No way," I insisted, "I've come all this way to Hainan, I have to make a point of seeing that big reef, otherwise the trip won't be worthwhile. Buddy, you not only have to take me to the ends of the earth, but you also have to take a picture of me under that big reef, a lasting memento..."
“Okay, okay,” the driver had to suppress his eagerness. “Taking pictures? That’s easy. I take pictures for customers all the time. I’ve handled all kinds of cameras! When we get to that big reef, I’ll take lots of pictures of you so you’ll never forget it!”
As we chatted, the big reef came into view without me even noticing. The driver gestured to indicate that we had arrived. We got out of the car, and the driver took the camera and snapped a few pictures absentmindedly. Then he handed the camera back to me. I insisted that I still wanted to go to Luhuitou. The driver finally lost his patience: "Sir, it's so hot! Why not do something relaxing instead of hiking in the scorching sun? Sir," he said, thrusting his hips forward, "the sun's blazing in this heat. Why not find a cooler place and have some fun with a prostitute? That would be so much better!" I had no choice but to abandon my plan to hike Luhuitou Mountain, and climbed back into the car. The driver stepped on the gas, and the car swerved, slowly rolling out of the tourist area and back onto the highway, speeding towards the distant, rolling mountains. Looking at the Sanya city area gradually disappearing behind us, I asked the driver, "What? Are we heading into the countryside?"
“Yes,” the driver nodded, “it’s only cheap to have sex in the countryside! It’s not far.” Perhaps worried I’d be stingy with the fare, he reassured me, “We’ll be there soon, it won’t cost much. I’ll definitely give you a discount when we settle the bill… Look,” the taxi rounded a coconut grove, and a small village suddenly appeared ahead. The driver told me, “Sir, we’re here. There are prostitutes everywhere here, young and cheap, and they come from all over the country, from every corner of the country. Sir, once you’re here, you must be open-minded, don’t worry about the money, go all out, be the emperor for once!”
“Hehe,” I chuckled, looking at the rows of identical, monotonous houses, and asked the driver, “What’s the name of this place?”
"Hongsha Village!" The driver jerked the steering wheel, the car swerved, and sped into Hongsha Village. Instantly, the dust on the roadside was startled, rising up with a whoosh before scattering in all directions, settling on the heads, shoulders, and bodies of pedestrians along the streets. Then, it landed on the face of an idle man sitting blankly by the roadside. The idle man immediately stared intently at the taxi, observing its indifferent, suspicious, and cunning expression. He seemed to know the taxi's purpose and greeted the driver in a language no one could understand, even waving his withered arm, presumably suggesting to the driver: the underground brothel in the back alley has new goods! However, the driver ignored the idler and turned the car around again, heading into an alley completely opposite to the direction the idler had suggested. Just as the driver was about to stop the taxi in front of a two-story house, a young man sitting at the door waved his hand at him: "No more!" This was the first time I had understood the locals since arriving in Hainan Island. The driver stuck out his tongue: "What? No more cargo? Everyone's at work! Heh heh, so busy!" Looking at the motorcycles parked in front of the house, I sneered: "Heh heh, looks like business is booming!"
"It's peak tourist season now!" the driver explained: "The more tourists, the busier business here! Don't rush, keep looking, there are wild chickens everywhere here. The only problem is you don't have enough money, or you're not strong enough, your little brother won't work!" The taxi circled the village a few more times before finally pulling into a three-story villa with a courtyard. A thin man stepped out of the building and approached the taxi. The driver whispered to me, "Sir, this is the biggest one in Hongsha Village." He didn't say "brothel," but instead whispered even lower, "Later, that man will take you inside. There are plenty of girls there. You can choose whichever one you like, and then go to the room for sex. You'll have a great time, hehe."
The thin man opened the car door and nodded politely to me. At this moment, the driver also got out of the car, greeting the thin man as he followed behind me, looking curious as he entered the building. After walking through a long corridor, the thin man grinned and pushed open a door. He didn't... He didn't say anything, but instead stretched out his arm, gesturing for me to come inside. I stepped forward, and before my feet even touched the door, my eyes had already scanned the room: wow, it really was an underground brothel. Dozens of women were sitting or standing inside, and a few people were playing cards together. When they saw me come in, they all looked up. This group of prostitutes: some were tall, some were short, some were fat, some were thin, some were black, some were white, and some were withered yellow; some had big breasts, some had small breasts, and some had flat chests like an airport runway; some had long legs, some had short legs, and some were neither long nor short but thick and strong; some had big eyes, some had small eyes, and some had eyes that were neither big nor small but lacked any spirit, and some even looked dazed. I quickly glanced around, but none of them matched Ningning's level. I was incredibly disappointed: "Oh dear, what are these? They're all so round and stunted, like eggplants left unharvested after autumn—none of them have even grown properly!
" "Sir, which one do you like?" Seeing my hesitation, the thin man behind me urged, "Just pick whichever one you like, don't be shy!" I felt even more embarrassed. I hadn't liked any of them; who was I supposed to choose? Just then, a few women moved around inside the room, and a crack appeared. I saw a woman in her twenties lying on a bed, her long, beautiful hair draped over the pillow. She held a magazine in her hand. Sunlight streamed in from the window, falling on the woman's voluptuous body. My eyes lit up. Under the sunlight, the woman's high breasts gleamed alluringly, and her two long, slender legs were especially striking—white with a rosy tint, soft and supple. The woman moved the magazine aside, and I was startled again. What a beautiful woman! Without a second thought, I decisively raised my arm: "It's her, I want her!"
"Huh—?" Before the skinny man could answer, the driver behind me exclaimed in surprise. The skinny man waved his arm awkwardly, signaling the driver to be quiet, then calmly asked, "Sir, can't someone else do you want?"
"No," I answered without hesitation, "No, I want her!" The beautiful and sexy young woman inside gave me a haughty glance, then moved her arm even more arrogantly, covering her pretty face with a magazine. The skinny man behind me said, "Sir, you've come at the wrong time today. She's on her period!"
"Then forget it!" The young woman was so nonchalant; I hadn't taken a liking to anyone else. After hearing the skinny man's explanation, I turned and left. Because the pimping attempt failed, the taxi driver looked quite dejected, giving me a mischievous look, shaking his car keys, and listlessly walking towards the car. The thin man, on the other hand, displayed the magnanimity expected of a businessman. Even if a deal fell through, he maintained good relations and politely saw us out. I sat back in the car, not saying a word to the driver for a long time. Finally, the driver spoke up: "Sir, your standards are too high!"
"It's not that my standards are high," I retorted angrily, "the quality is too poor, the class is too low. They all look so small and round, they don't even make my dick hard, how am I supposed to do anything with them?"
"But," the driver said with a bitter smile, "it's only fifty yuan, what kind of woman do you want? Of course, they won't be as pretty as the ones in the hotel, those cost five hundred yuan!"
"The one lying on the bed is quite pretty, but she's too pretentious. Aren't they all prostitutes? The customer is God, why the hell are they acting like such a grandson!..."
"Hahaha," before I could finish, the driver burst into laughter: "Sir, your standards are indeed good, but she's not a prostitute."
"If she's not a prostitute, what's she doing mixed in with a bunch of prostitutes?" I cursed again, continuing, "Is she just pretending to be pretty because she's poor, thinking she's good-looking, trying to stand out from the crowd of prostitutes!"
“Sir,” the driver slowed down, turned to look at me, and said, “She’s the madam. Sir, when you ordered her just now, did you notice how embarrassed and annoyed she was, yet unable to vent her anger?”
“Heh,” I chuckled dismissively, “vent her anger? Who’s she going to vent it on? It’s her fault for hanging around with these brothels. Besides, in some situations, to satisfy customers, the madam has to personally serve them.”
“Hehe,” the driver suggested, “Sir, if you think the 50-yuan chicken is too poor quality, there are better ones in Hongsha Village, but they’re twice as expensive, 100 yuan a round. Sir, would you like to take a look?”
“Alright,” I readily agreed, “Then show me what the 100-yuan brothels are like!”
"Of course it's much better than fifty yuan, you get what you pay for!" The driver muttered under his breath as he steered the wheel. "Actually, what's the point of looking good or bad? They're all the same thing down there. Just grab them, do it, pay up, and leave. We never know each other again. It's just for a quick fix, not to marry them. What does it matter if they're good-looking or not?"
"That's different," I retorted. "The pleasure and the experience are completely different. I'd rather bite into a fresh peach than eat a basket of rotten apricots. That's my basic principle when it comes to prostitution! I don't lack women; I'm after the thrill!"
"We've arrived," the car had already driven out of Hongsha Village and stopped beside a vegetable field. Looking ahead, the road was too narrow for the car to pass. So, the driver and I got out and walked towards a bungalow deep within the vegetable field. Rounding a banana tree, two ugly local farmers emerged, their dark cheeks covered in stubble, their sunken eyes darting around, staring at me suspiciously. Despite the sweltering heat, they wore thick blue overcoats, the ripped fronts dripping with sweat, and a pungent odor wafted from them. I held my breath and quickened my pace. The driver turned his head, probably muttering to himself, "Look at those heads! Dressed like that, they dare to come out looking for prostitutes!" As he spoke, we reached the door of the bungalow. In the sunlight, a brand-new motorcycle gleamed brightly. The driver muttered, "Wow, business's not bad. Looks like there are still customers inside!" He then swaggered into the bungalow, chattering away. A plump man in his forties emerged with a broad smile and walked straight towards me. "Sir, please come in. There's a fan and tea inside!"
"Sir," the driver said, "the boss said his girl is the prettiest in the village. The price is one hundred yuan. How about it? Are you interested?"
"Fine," I sipped my tea, thinking to myself: Whether she's pretty or not, I have to agree. Otherwise, the driver will be furious if he can't get the pimping job. I'm a stranger in this place; I can't be too demanding. Besides, a mere banknote is nothing! I'll just treat it as a joke.
The fat man claimed that he only had one prostitute left, and she was currently working. He then advised me to wait a moment, offering me tea and cigarettes while doing so. Finally, he simply moved a large bamboo pipe over and smiled at me, saying, "Sir, would you like to smoke some hookah?"
"Sure," I readily accepted the bamboo pipe, and with the fat man's help, I clumsily tried to operate it, secretly thinking, "I wonder how my luck with prostitutes will be today, whether I can snag a decent one!"
I had only taken a few puffs of hookah when I heard hurried footsteps behind the small house. The fat man laughed, "They're done, sir, they're done. You can go now!" With that, the fat man led me to the back of the small house. Damn it, there was another small house behind it, but it had no windows. A row of screens stood in front of the empty windowsill, and a rusty iron lock hung on the door. The two guys who had finished their prostitution and released their loads had obviously climbed from the screens to the windowsill and then jumped to the ground. It seems that if I want to solicit a prostitute, I'll have to climb onto the windowsill.
"Sir," the fat man pointed to the windowsill and said to me, "the weather's been tense these past few days. For safety, the door is locked. You'll have to make do and climb in from here!"
"Alright, no problem!"
I leaped onto the windowsill, looking at the screen in front of me, wondering to myself: What kind of wild chicken awaits me? To be continued.

The Young Wife 3

"The Hundred Women's Chronicle" (The Lost Wife) Chapter Three: The servant craves the fish but can't get it, the prostitute's anus is fucked for free .
Chapter Three: The servant craves the fish but can't get it, the prostitute's anus is fucked for free
—The great leader Chairman Mao taught us: The world fears nothing more than being earnest!
The news of my losing the bill after soliciting a prostitute at the bathhouse spread like wildfire among my drinking buddies. Whoever saw me first laughed heartily, then, with envy, said I was blessed with good fortune and great luck in love! I was filled with unease, and the thought of the cheerful, kind, and understanding Tiger Girl only intensified my guilt. Whenever I met up with my friends, I felt like a thief, afraid to walk down the street where that bathhouse was located. These guys deliberately made things difficult for me, driving around in circles, but always ending up on that street anyway. Even worse, Di Ba Zi would stick his head out of the car window and shout at the bathhouse entrance, "Hey, the guy who lost his bill is here, hehe!"
Every time I woke up drunk and stared at the pale ceiling, I couldn't understand why this was happening. What would happen to the bathhouse after I left? The cashier's helpless expression; the boss yelling at the waiter, maybe even firing him; and poor, pathetic, ridiculous Tiger Girl would surely unleash her fury, cursing me to the heavens and the earth! But, it wasn't my fault, was it?
A week later, seeing that my penis showed no signs of discomfort, my anxious heart finally settled: Thank God, although the condom slipped off inside the prostitute's vagina, I escaped unscathed!
Since I hadn't gotten pregnant, my lust swelled again, and a new idea took root in my mind: this time, I wouldn't just go to a prostitute, but also investigate why the order had been lost, and where the problem lay. I vowed to remember Chairman Mao's great teaching: "The world fears nothing more than earnestness," and to investigate this matter thoroughly. This is truly: a professional lecher is often dedicated, incapable of doing anything proper, but prone to getting bogged down in shady dealings!
After returning to the brothel, whenever I chose a woman, while we were playfully teasing each other, I would quietly ask her, "Miss, have you ever lost a customer?"
"No!" the woman would shake her head. After hearing my explanation, she muttered in confusion, "Strange, how could that happen?"
The next day, I chose another woman and asked her the same question, and the answer was still negative: never lost a customer! Persistence pays off. Finally, one day, a tall woman with long, white legs, after hearing my question, first angrily cursed, "Damn it, yes, I have, I've lost a customer," then the long-legged woman sighed, "Sigh, losing a customer is the most frustrating thing. Not only do you get paid for nothing, but you also have to pay the table fee yourself!"
"Hahaha, as they say: one shot, two eyes!" I lewdly grinned and continued, "Miss, why do you lose customers?"
"It's the waiter's responsibility," the long-legged woman explained. "In our line of work, we can't afford to offend the boss, and we can't neglect him either. We have to give him a little something. If you really don't like him and don't want to do 'that' with him, then offer him small favors—buy him a pack of cigarettes, a can of soda, a sausage… You can't neglect him, no matter how much you dislike him, otherwise he'll retaliate. You take a customer, and he'll hold onto the order and not pass it to the bar until the customer leaves. When the boss investigates, he'll just say, 'I forgot!' What can you do about it? You can only yell at him and then kick him out! But we girls suffer a huge loss, working for nothing. Brother, you're not a woman, you don't understand women's hearts…" "The feeling of being taken advantage of is worse than being raped!"
After hearing the story of the leggy prostitute, the image of the waiter who had asked me for a cigarette at the bathhouse where I had paid my bill came to mind: a stiff uniform covering a thin body; an indifferent face full of pleading; and eyes that seemed foolish but were filled with hatred and jealousy—hatred for the customers: "Hmph, look at your filthy behavior. You have a few coins in your pockets and you think you're something special, bossing me around like servants. All we can do is obey your orders and watch you patronize prostitutes. When you're embracing the prostitutes and going crazy, do you know how we, the servants, feel? The creaking of the bed, the wanton moans, make us itch with desire. We're all human, all men, all with that thing, but you're having fun in the room while we can only watch helplessly." This world is so unfair!
After another bout of heavy drinking, Di Ba Zi and I, still wearing bathrobes, stumbled into the lounge of yet another bathhouse. The girls immediately swarmed around us. After more than a month of continuous activity, I was not only exhausted but also running out of ammunition. Although I still had the urge to ejaculate, I couldn't release any semen. So, I refused the girls' advances and, with Di Ba Zi, chose the most secluded spot. We ordered two bottles of beer from the waiter and started drinking and chatting. I took a sip of beer, tilted my head back, and scanned the lounge. The girls were darting around, each displaying their allure to attract customers. Suddenly, I noticed a girl standing before a marble pillar, her face turned towards the hard, cold marble. She wore a low-cut gauze dress, and her white back shimmered with a captivating softness in the dim light: she was so fair-skinned! I muttered to myself, "What's wrong with her? With such amazing skin, why isn't she out there soliciting business?"
Thinking this, I stood up, half-empty bottle of beer in hand, and, slightly tipsy, staggered towards the woman who was lost in thought facing the wall. As I approached, I realized she was wiping away tears on the marble wall. I walked to the other side of the marble, leaned down, and deliberately brought my face close to hers: "Girl, why aren't you out soliciting business? What are you crying about here?"
"Eh...eh..." The woman turned around at the sound of my voice, revealing a young, beautiful, plump, and fair face. My lust was instantly aroused: What a pretty little slut!
"Eh...eh..." Hearing my question, the woman cried even harder, pearly tears dripping from her beautiful face onto her fair neck, then slowly sliding into her cleavage. Looking at the young lady's tear-streaked face, I liked her even more: "Little girl, who bullied you? Tell me, and I'll take care of them right now. I may not be good at much else, but I'm quite skilled at fighting! The year before last, I swung a chair and beat a policeman until his head was bleeding!..."
"Eh...eh...eh..." Hearing my words, the young lady stopped sobbing: "No one bullied me, yes, yes, eh...eh...eh..." The young lady hesitated, and I tugged at her smooth, white arm: "Come on, let's go to my place. What's bothering you? Tell me. Although I can't help much, I can at least share your pain!"
"Big brother," I pulled the young lady to my bed. As soon as her round little bottom landed on the bed, she wiped away her tears: "Big brother, isn't this upsetting?"
"Who are you calling big brother?" I corrected the young lady: "Look at how young you are, I could be your uncle. If you keep calling me big brother, I'll get angry!"
“Uncle,” the obedient little hussy immediately changed her tune, “Uncle, isn’t it frustrating? I’ve been working in the lobby all day, and I finally managed to get a customer, but then I lost the order… oh… oh…”
“Hahaha,” the scoundrel sitting opposite her burst into laughter. The young lady blushed, “Uncle, I’m already so upset, and you’re still laughing at me. This isn’t helping me with my troubles, it’s just making me even more miserable!”
“Little girl,” I patted the young lady’s delicate shoulder, “I sympathize with you, and I’m willing to share your pain.”
“Thank you, Uncle,” the young lady thanked me, gently stroking my cheek with her hand. I adopted a gentlemanly demeanor and said to the young lady in a lecturing tone, “Judging from your appearance, you shouldn’t be under twenty years old!”
“Yes,” the young lady nodded, “Uncle has a good eye, I’m nineteen this year!”
“What a wonderful age! This is the golden age of life, but you’re giving up on yourself. You’re so young, why not do something else? Why do you have to do this? Demean yourself?”
“Uncle,” the young woman protested, “I did it. I’ve done legitimate work. I’ve sold fruit and worked behind a counter, but I didn’t earn enough. My father is sick, and we can’t afford treatment, so I had to do this to earn money for his medical expenses. But it’s hard to earn any money! I’ve been working all day, and when I finally get a customer, they run away with the order!” At this point, the young woman started sobbing again: “Eeeeeee, eeeeee…”
“Little girl,” although I addressed her as an elder and gave her a stern lecture, my lustful heart was already burning. While greedily stroking the young woman’s smooth back, I asked her, “What’s the use of just crying? Do you know why you lost the order?”
“The waiter was too late; the customer had already left!”
“Why did the waiter hold onto the order instead of passing it to the counter?”
“He said, he said, he said he was too busy and forgot!”
"No!" So, I deliberately lowered my voice, pulled the young lady into my arms, and whispered my observations in her ear while deeply inhaling the fragrance emanating from her body. "Wow, miss, what perfume are you wearing? It smells so good!"
"Ah—," the young lady exclaimed after hearing my story, "I never expected the waiter to be like that. No wonder he always looked at me with that strange feeling! The waiters here didn't mean to take advantage of me, but I remembered that once after I finished paying, a waiter asked to borrow money from me, and I didn't lend it to him. Uncle, do you think that's why he deliberately held back my bill from being sent downstairs?"
"Hmm," I nodded firmly, "That's right, girl. You can't lend money. You worked so hard to earn it, how can you easily lend it to others? In the future, you should learn from experienced ladies and give the waiters small favors: buy them a pack of cigarettes, or a bag of chewing gum, etc., things that don't cost much! Understand? Little girl!"
"I understand, thank you for your guidance, Uncle!" As she spoke, the lady pressed my already erect member with her delicate hand: "Uncle, want a massage?"
"No," I said insincerely, "I'm your uncle now, if I do that kind of thing with you, where would I look like an uncle!"
"Hehe," the little slut teased with tears in her eyes, "As the saying goes: gambling dens have no fathers and sons, brothels have no young or old! Uncle," the lady pleaded, "Let's go, let's get a massage, let's make a sale for your niece, we haven't made any money today, what are we going to use to buy Daddy's medicine!"
"You little vixen, you're so clingy!" I forcefully pushed away the slut who was sitting on my lap, and swaggered towards the dressing room. The woman called out, "Uncle, where are you going? Going home?"
I opened the wardrobe, took out three hundred-yuan bills, and then returned to the lounge. I went to the woman, waved the bills in front of her eyes a few times, and finally, slipped them into her cleavage through her very low neckline: "Little girl, since you called me 'uncle,' I have to give you a little something! Here, take this money to make up for today's loss!"
"Uncle," the woman's eyes lit up, and her tear-streaked face immediately blossomed into a genuine smile: "Thank you, thank you, Uncle!" With that, the woman pounced on me and started showering me with kisses.
“Idiot,” Di Ba Zi muttered sarcastically from the side, “Hey Lao Zhang, you’re acting like a fool again. Someone’s having sex, and you’re paying the bill, and you don’t even know them!”
“Shut the hell up!” I cursed at Di Ba Zi, then said, “It depends on how you look at it. This young lady is so cute and charming. I’m willing to give her money, it’s a genuine reward! It has nothing to do with her losing the bill!”
“Uncle,” the young lady glanced at Di Ba Zi, then took my arm, “Come on, let’s go to the private room. I’ll definitely take good care of you, Uncle!”
“No, no,” I declined, “Giving someone a little benefit and immediately expecting a return, that’s not how a man behaves.”
“Besides,” Di Ba Zi said to the young lady, “You’ve brought your uncle into the private room, so he still has to pay, right? Haven’t you made a profit? Miss, you’re so shrewd, so good at business!”
"What are you saying? What kind of person do you take me for!" The young prostitute glared coldly at Di Ba Zi. "I'll handle this. I want to thank you, Uncle, but I won't let you spend any more money." The prostitute started to play her little tricks again: "You know, I told the waiter: 'This gentleman wants a handjob!' The waiter then placed a 50-yuan order, and then, hehe..." Di Ba Zi was speechless, and I smiled. "Little girl, you and I have mutually benefited, but the shop owner has lost money!"
"I don't care," the prostitute tugged at me. "Come on, Uncle, let's talk in the private room. I'll definitely make you satisfied, make you feel amazing."...
So, I, an uncle-aged customer, and the young prostitute, more than twenty years younger than me, held hands and went into the private room to do something!
"The woman said
, 'Being a prostitute is truly not easy. At home, one dares not tell one's parents or relatives; if one's mother asks, one usually tries to cover it up with evasive answers. In society, one is looked down upon and despised, and often faces police raids. In the brothel, one is exploited by the boss; if one is attractive, one must even provide free sexual services. To the clients, the prostitute is a breathing plaything; a tool for venting; an object of mockery. To borrow a phrase from a certain local saying: play with her, tease her, ridicule her, torment her to death!' The lowly servants working in the brothel, with their meager wages, are like mosquitoes drawn to blood, relentlessly biting the prostitutes, trying to get a little taste of the blood, otherwise, well, the story above would unfold.
Alas, truly: money is hard to earn, and life is hard to endure!'" "The Hundred Prostitutes" (Part 4) -

Butterfly

Loves Flowers : Little Cold, fair-skinned, slender waist, small breasts, loose clothes, a cool fragrance lingers. Her pink vulva is fresh and tender with little downy hair, where can one find such lush grass? Lower eyes relaxed, upper eyes wondrous, upper eyes playing the flute, lower eyes taking turns. Drunkards laugh heartily, prostitutes are lowly and at the mercy of men. The first spring dream awakens amidst falling snow, a professional prostitute comes to the door, Little Red, ah, Little Red, isn't that Little Red? Yes, it's her, it's her, oh, how familiar, tall and full-figured, a bright red long coat draped over her body with a pair of alluring large breasts, a pale pink silk headscarf wrapped around her delicate pointed head, her two beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows twisted with sadness, her face full of sorrow as she strolls along the desolate country path. "Xiao Hong!—" I shouted excitedly, almost oblivious to everything else. Hearing my voice, Xiao Hong turned around. Seeing it was me, she gasped in surprise, then stood there, her bright eyes fixed on me for a long time. Suddenly, a stream of hot tears welled up in her melancholy eyes: "Brother!—" Xiao Hong cried out, throwing herself into my arms. Her slender little hands clenched slightly, raindrops hitting my broad chest: "Brother—, brother—, you, you're so heartless! You still know to come see me? I thought you were dead!" I wrapped my arms around her, embracing my beloved Xiao Hong tightly, my whole body trembling with emotion. My throat felt like it was blocked by something; though I had a thousand words to say, I couldn't utter a single one. My heart was filled with a mixture of emotions—bitterness, sweetness, and everything in between. Suddenly, Xiaohong broke free from my embrace with all her might, stood up abruptly, ignored me, and ran aimlessly into the misty distance without looking back. "Xiaohong—, Xiaohong—, wait for me—, wait for me!" I called out, chasing closely behind her. Xiaohong still ignored me, running faster and faster until she seemed to fly away, her feet barely touching the ground. I chased after her, sweating profusely and panting heavily. Before I knew it, I followed Xiaohong into a dark, dilapidated house. The house was empty, except for a dirty, broken earthen bed. I finally caught Xiaohong, pulling her tightly into my arms, and eagerly kissed her hot, full lips. Xiaohong was still in tears, her slender hands tenderly stroking my cheeks, her bright red tongue entering my mouth, intimately interacting with mine. At this moment, our breaths mingled; our saliva mingled; our two hearts melted together. I reached into Xiaohong's breasts, and wow, her breasts were still so full and large, her two long nipples exceptionally firm. In a few swift movements, I stripped Xiaohong of her clothes, and that incredibly familiar body, exuding an alluring fragrance, was once again fully displayed before my eyes. Xiaohong's skin was still full of elasticity, delicate and smooth, and the soft hairs on her pubic area seemed to be all there. I greedily caressed Xiaohong's pubic area, my fingers involuntarily slipping into her fragrant opening. Ah, a clear spring moistened my dry fingers. I pulled out my dripping fingers, put them in my mouth, and began to suckle passionately. How familiar the taste was! I never dreamed I could relive this old dream. Then, I bent down and brought my head close to Xiaohong's plump pubic area, hidden by thick hair, and eagerly licked her wet, beautiful vulva and her high, erect mound of flesh. The wonderful and unique fragrance of her vaginal fluids is indescribable. Xiaohong's face was flushed, and she moaned weakly with her small mouth open. Her whole body writhed like a snake, and her hot, fleshy opening repeatedly bumped against my lips and cheeks. I pressed my burning cheeks tightly against Xiaohong's warm vulva, and blissfully accepted the most sincere baptism given to me by the surging vaginal fluids. My fingers probed into Xiaohong's fleshy hole again. The more I stirred, the more lustful fluid appeared, and the smoother the hole became. Then I inserted two fingers, then three... Ah, I know this fleshy hole so well. Those two plump, dark red labia were thick and long, extending downwards all the way to the anus, and upwards they enveloped a large, raised fleshy ball, like a baby boy's penis. Parting the labia revealed a deep, unfathomable, highly elastic, bright red fleshy hole. All of this had once belonged to me, completely under my control and enjoyment. This plump fleshy hole had accompanied me through countless beautiful, unforgettable days and nights, giving me countless indescribable satisfactions and pleasures. It's a great pity that this fleshy hole has now been ruthlessly possessed and enjoyed by someone else—my mortal enemy, Xiaohong's husband, an ugly, short, pale-faced man wearing a pair of hateful nearsighted glasses. I can't imagine how this pretty boy viciously ravaged this poor fleshy hole. I shouldn't think about it; it will only affect my mood. What I need to do now is relive the old dream and enjoy this fleshy hole again. As I stared intently at the fleshy hole, Xiaohong unzipped my pants and grasped my already rock-hard penis, examining it closely: "Oh my, still the same old thing, so thick and big, it's scary!" Xiaohong playfully shook my penis and asked, "How many women has this thing been with?" I silently shook my head, indicating denial. "Forget it, others may not know what kind of person you are, but I know you best. You're no pushover!" After carefully admiring my penis, Xiaohong spat a few mouthfuls of saliva onto the shiny, gleaming head of my penis, then slowly put it into her lipstick-covered mouth and skillfully began to suck. Her thick lips gently licked my hot, veiny penis: "Still the same taste, sour!" Xiaohong mumbled playfully as she sucked vigorously. I felt so good I wanted to die. I twisted... Moving my body, my penis thrust in and out of Xiaohong's mouth, quickly becoming covered in slippery saliva and crimson lipstick. My body leaped upwards wildly, my hard, large penis pressing against Xiaohong's throat, causing her to cough incessantly: "Cough, cough, cough... Behave yourself, or I'll bite it off!" As she spoke, Xiaohong mischievously bit and pinched my testicles a few times, making me wince in pain. A raging fire of lust burned intensely within me; my breathing became rapid, I lost control, and I abruptly rolled over, pinning Xiaohong beneath me. Holding my penis, covered in Xiaohong's saliva, I was about to thrust it into her vagina when suddenly, I froze. Xiaohong's familiar, tightly haired pubic area had undergone a strange transformation; the dark, shiny hair had vanished, leaving her smooth, paper-white vulva. What was happening? Where did Xiaohong's pubic hair go? Did I lick it all off?

With a clang, I was staring blankly at Xiaohong's private parts when the door suddenly flung open, and the lights inside blazed on, blinding me. I looked up in bewilderment. A burly middle-aged man with a full beard stood menacingly in the doorway, a gleaming butcher's knife in his hand. Ah, who was he? He wasn't Xiaohong's husband, nor was he some gigolo. Who was he?
Seeing the bearded man's ferocious expression, I was certain that the terrifying butcher's knife would inevitably fall on my face, smeared with Xiaohong's fluids. What should I do? I couldn't just sit there and wait to be slaughtered! Instinctively, I jumped off Xiaohong, frantically looking around for a weapon to defend myself. The bearded man wouldn't give me a chance to find a weapon. He brandished a gleaming butcher's knife and lunged at me... It's over, I'm done for, I'm utterly done for. I'm going to die, yes, I'm going to die right now! I screamed desperately, but no sound came out. So, like a trapped beast, I struggled and struggled...
Am I dead? Am I really dead? I opened my sleepy eyes in terror. I was alone in the room, lying on the messy bed. The down comforter had been thrown to the floor sometime during the night, and the sheets were crumpled and wrinkled.
The pale winter sunlight pierced through the thick curtains and dimly lit the room, silently announcing to me—it's broad daylight, you lazybones, time to get up! I slumped out of bed, still terrified, feeling the embarrassment of being beaten up for failing to steal someone else's wife. My head was spinning; I'd drunk myself into a stupor the night before and was still not sober. I put on my pajamas, went to the window, and pulled back the curtains. Wow! Overnight, the outside was suddenly covered in a blanket of white. The first snow of winter had quietly, yet belatedly, arrived in this bustling city. Hmph, it didn't even give me a heads-up; it was just playing a joke on me, giving me a surprise! Unfortunately, this beautiful, snowy night turned into a nightmare filled with unbearable dread.
This ominous imagery intruding into my dream must be closely related to my recent gloomy mood. My usually gentle and considerate wife had abandoned me and gone back to her parents' home—she really left without warning, and she's been gone for over half a month. Sigh, I'm completely baffled: what good thing did her poor family have that attracted her so much? Why is she so attached to her family? It seems the old saying, "A son doesn't despise his mother for being ugly, and a dog doesn't despise his home for being poor," still holds some truth.
With my wife away, all I can do every day are drink and watch porn. The alluring, provocative women in those videos dazzle me, leaving me completely distracted. Close-ups of women's genitals of various skin colors arouse my penis to a rock-hard hardness, making me restless yet unable to release my pent-up desire. Gazing at the swirling snowflakes outside the window, I think to myself: nothing can be done in this weather; it's freezing outside, extremely difficult to move around. Look, that guy on the bicycle has fallen horribly, lying sprawled on the side of the road, unable to get up for a long time. In my opinion, this kind of weather is perfect for drinking and having fun. However, drinking alone all the time is a bit too boring. If I could invite a few close friends to drink and have fun together, getting them completely drunk and passed out, that would be a different kind of fun. However, what worries me is that nothing good ever comes of hanging out with these guys. It's not just about getting completely drunk; sometimes they gamble recklessly, or they might even go whoring. In short, nothing worthwhile ever happens among these people. Finally, driven by sheer boredom, I couldn't help but dial the phone: "Hey, who is this?"
"Didn't recognize my voice? What, you've forgotten your buddy after just a few days?"
"Oh, I recognize you, it's Di Ba Zi?"
"Yeah, Lao Zhang, what are you doing?"
"Nothing, just bored out of my mind!"
"Want to drink?"
"Come on over, call Da Le, Xiao Wei, and Xiao Li, let's have a good drink together."
"Okay, sure, I'll be right there!"
"Damn, you've really made something of yourself these past few days, you even know how to say 'ok' now, stop using those fancy words, I don't like them. Alright, that's enough, I'm going to buy some groceries!"
I hung up and rushed to the market to buy food and drinks. When I returned to the stairwell laden with my purchases, Di Ba Zi and the other friends were already waiting at the door. The moment drinking was mentioned, these guys were all incredibly enthusiastic, practically running over to me. They never had a bad record of being late or missing a party.
"Old Zhang, where's your wife?" Entering the house, Di Ba Zi habitually squinted his nearsighted eyes, his shifty gaze sweeping around the empty room.
"She went to her parents' house!" I went into the kitchen and placed the cooked meat I'd bought into plates.
"When did she leave?"
"Almost half a month ago, damn it, she's not coming back!" I placed the sliced sausages on the table.
"Hey, hey!" Di Ba Zi sneaked into the kitchen with me, saying mysteriously, "Hey, hey, Old Zhang, this is a rare opportunity. With your wife away, don't you have any plans?"
"What plans?" I glanced at Di Ba Zi, continuing to prepare the vegetables while knowingly asking.
"Hehe," Di Ba Zi leered as he pinched my penis, "This one!"
"No," I replied calmly, "She's not home. All I do is go online and drink alone. I haven't thought about anything like that!"
"Hey, Lao Zhang!" Di Ba Zi moved closer, his yellow-toothed, foul mouth close to my ear, and whispered, "Hey, Lao Zhang, what's the point of just drinking? While your wife's not home, I'll bring you a chick to drink and play with you. Wouldn't that be great? How about it? Want to get a little wild cunt and fuck her?"
"No way, no way," I waved my hand, refusing, "No matter how much of a womanizer I am, I can't do that at home. If my wife finds out, what will she do? She definitely won't want me anymore! Do you want me to be a bachelor forever?"
"It's okay, it's okay, nothing's wrong!" Di Ba Zi urged. "You're too timid. If we don't tell anyone, who will know? Your wife will definitely not know!"
After saying that, Di Ba Zi didn't care whether I agreed or not and went into the inner room to start making a phone call.
"There's going to be a good show today!" Emerging from the inner room, Di Ba Zi surveyed the crowd, beaming, and shouted, "Guys, Old Zhang's wife went back to her parents' house, leaving our best buddy hanging like this! Is that fair? Poor Old Zhang hasn't had a seduce in over half a month, his dick's practically swollen. Just now, I sent him a woman, a little wild cunt is on her way!"
"What does she look like?" Xiao Wei stuffed a piece of cooked meat into his mouth, chewing as he muttered suspiciously, "Our buddies are all classy, not some random roadside girl who'll get you for ten bucks. They're practically dumping garbage cans on us!"
"Yeah," Xiao Li took a sip of his drink, speaking seriously, "No matter how pent up you are, you can't just grab any cunt and fuck her!"
"Di Ba Zi," Da Le lit a cigarette, casually blowing smoke rings in Di Ba Zi's face, "You're pretty good, aren't you? Where the hell did you find all these chicks?!"
"Hey, you guys," Di Ba Zi poured himself a glass of baijiu, hearing the murmurs, he sat up, speaking with conviction, spittle flying everywhere, "What are you all thinking? We're all best buddies, do you think I'd fool you? When they come, you can take your time. If you don't like her, you don't have to. It's your own dick, whether you do it or not is your choice. If you do like her, it's the same old rule, we'll all go for her, take turns fucking her, we'll definitely seduce her! After we're done, it's split the bill..."
"Damn it," I couldn't help but laugh out loud at Di Ba Zi's comical and lewd appearance. "Old Ba, what kind of people have you been hanging out with these past few days? How come you've even learned to use foreign words, and you're talking about splitting the bill!"
"Yeah, I learned it from Han Lao Liu," Di Ba Zi said, flipping his thick eyelids. "That's it, split the bill, give each of them a hundred yuan, and send her back to her hometown!"
"Di Ba Zi!" Xiao Li sneered. "I say, how much commission do those girls give you when you introduce them to clients?"
"Damn!" Upon hearing this, Di Ba Zi put down the wine glass he had just brought to his lips, put his right little finger to his lips, moistened it with a little saliva, and then shook it repeatedly: "Damn, if I were to do this kind of thing, this would be it, damn it. I didn't mean anything else, we're all pretty good together, just having fun and enjoying ourselves! Look at what you're thinking!"
Ring ring, ring ring, ring ring...
Di Ba Zi shook his little finger, solemnly swearing to the light bulb: he wasn't a professional pimp, he absolutely didn't make a single penny off us! The doorbell suddenly rang, and Di Ba Zi abruptly stopped shaking it, his face beaming with lewd joy: "Hehe, the little cunt's here!"
Delivering goods to the door is certainly nice, but what kind of goods are they? To be continued.
Chapter Two: With all trades declining and survival difficult, even a skilled flute player can make a living . A poor student
becomes an ice sculpture, and drinking buddies become pimps.
The doorbell rings, and someone comes to answer the call.
Her identity is a peasant woman, her gauze scarf fluttering.
She was around twenty-something, with a slender chest and a delicate waist.
Her beauty was unremarkable, but she was said to be skilled at playing
the xiao (a type of Chinese flute). "Miss, please take your seat; let's spend this snowy night in peace."
Hearing the doorbell, Di Ba Zi, like a wound-up toy, leaped from his chair and raced towards the door like a rabbit in a race. A few minutes later, Di Ba Zi returned, winking and making faces, followed by a young woman. Her slender figure was wrapped in a heavy blue wool coat, and a scarf as white as the snowflakes was wrapped around her neck. The young woman blinked her eyelashes, which were covered in frosty white flakes, and looked around the unfamiliar room blankly. Di Ba Zi grabbed her coat sleeve: "Come on, let me introduce you. Let's get acquainted. This is our boss, Mr. Zhang! The owner of this house," Di Ba Zi pointed to me first, "He's our boss, we all have to listen to him..."
"Get the hell out of here," I said to Di Ba Zi with a stern face, "Don't you dare flatter me!"
"Hello," the young woman's eyelashes turned into glistening water droplets as she smiled at me. Her slender hand emerged from her wide sleeve and gently hooked my finger: "Hello, Brother Zhang!"
"Her surname is Leng," Di Ba Zi said with a grin, pointing to the young woman. The young woman nodded humbly to me and the others: "Leng Xiangyu!"
"This one's surname is Chen," Di Ba Zi said, lifting the young woman's shoulder, and continued to introduce her: "We all call him Da Le." The young woman then nodded to Da Le and exchanged pleasantries.
"This is your Viagra, and this is your Li Ge!" Di Ba Zi introduced us to the young woman one by one, then said to her, "Come, sit here, sit next to our boss Zhang. He's been feeling down lately, so you should keep him company with a few drinks! Make him happy!"
"Oh dear, I don't drink!" the young woman said, taking off her coat as she declined. Da Le stood up and eagerly took the coat from her, pointing out that it was hanging on the hook: "Here, hang it up. And your scarf, hang it up too, so it doesn't get dirty!"
After removing her thick coat, the young woman sat down next to me with a big smile. I took the opportunity to examine her closely. She was of medium height, thin, and had paper-white skin, looking as if she had just recovered from a serious illness. Her hair was cut very short, probably not much longer than mine. Her narrow, pale face was dotted with freckles, her thin lips were painted with a purplish-blue lipstick, and her breasts were slightly rounded, though they certainly didn't contain any particularly alluring large breasts. Perhaps she had just landed a lucrative job, and therefore had to deliberately enhance her appearance; as a result, the young woman reeked of pungent perfume. I utterly disliked this artificial scent; I preferred a woman's natural body odor. In short, she was an extremely ordinary woman. While not ugly, she possessed nothing unique or attractive about her—to be precise, she lacked sex appeal!
The extremely lecherous and impotent Di Bazi, who lost all interest in women, gulped down a glass of beer, then lecherously grabbed the young woman's small, cold hand, grinning as he said, "Little Leng, I woke up to find it snowing heavily outside. We guys were bored and wanted to find some wild cunts to fuck, so, of course, I thought of you..."
“Look at what you’re saying,” Xiao Leng lowered his head in embarrassment. Di Ba Zi, always straightforward and without reservation, said, “What, am I wrong? Xiao Leng, it doesn’t matter who you play with, but you have to pay for whoever you play with. Since you’re paying anyway, why let the money go to outsiders? Why let others make the money? So, Xiao Leng, I’ve sent you here. Come play with us brothers and have some fun, do it!” As he spoke, Di Ba Zi straightened his fingers and made a very vulgar sexual intercourse gesture. His fingertips moved skillfully in his palm, making an unbelievable, yet incredibly nauseating, smacking sound. “Xiao Leng, how much for a fuck? Tell us, let us brothers hear it and see if the price is reasonable! Haha,” the price
for a prostitute was one hundred yuan, which was already a well-known and transparent price. Di Ba Zi knew this, of course, and he deliberately asked Xiao Leng. I don’t know if he was just making conversation or if he was using this to mock the prostitute and gain some kind of bizarre satisfaction from the depths of his heart. Xiao Leng lowered her head shyly, murmuring softly, "If you gentlemen like me, I'll take whatever you can offer. Sigh! It's all for making a living, there's no other way!"
I leisurely sipped my wine, and thinking of the impending debauchery, my heart trembled. A wicked thought crossed my mind: Little girl, you've met your match today. These guys will stop at nothing when it comes to women. It would be strange if they didn't leave you half-dead. You'll see soon enough!
Facing the plain-looking Xiao Leng, everyone remained silent, and no one had any intention of making the first move. Perhaps worried about ruining a deal, Di Ba Zi decided to break the deadlock. His hands began to grope Xiao Leng's body without restraint. It was clear that Di Ba Zi and Xiao Leng were quite familiar with each other; this was definitely not the first time Di Ba Zi had introduced her to clients. They seemed to have a good understanding. During Di Ba Zi's groping, Xiao Leng readily unbuttoned her clothes, and Di Ba Zi promptly slipped his hand inside her bra: "Come on, let everyone see how big your lights are! Come on, show them to all the big brothers!" I was sure Di Ba Zi wouldn't be touching very full breasts.
As he spoke, Di Ba Zi had already pulled off Xiao Leng's top, revealing a patch of white, tender flesh. Xiao Li couldn't help but stick her tongue out at me. During Di Ba Zi's tugging, Xiao Leng seemed to deliberately press her bare back against me. Through the strong perfume, a faint but very alluring body odor wafted into my nostrils: Heh, she's not much to look at, but she smells pretty good!
Then, Di Ba Zi pulled down Xiao Leng's pants. Xiao Leng was soon naked before the five of us men. Her skin, though not very full, was incredibly soft and white. Her small, round breasts were slightly raised, the nipples smaller than mine. Her slender legs were quite sexy, like two peeled, tender white bananas. What surprised me most was that there wasn't a single pubic hair on the mound where her legs met. Di Ba Zi parted Xiao Leng's tightly closed thighs, revealing her smooth private parts. Good heavens, she was a pubic hairless woman! Generally speaking, pubic hair is common in the South; many of the Southern women I've slept with didn't have pubic hair. In the North, especially in Northeast China, women without pubic hair are extremely rare, which made me feel particularly novel and excited! Lin Yutang believed that the absence of pubic hair or sparse pubic hair was a sign of racial degeneration.
"Hehe, Xiao Leng, don't be shy," Di Ba Zi lewdly moved Xiao Leng's white legs. Xiao Leng reluctantly closed them, but Di Ba Zi wouldn't have it. He simply pushed Xiao Leng down onto the bed, roughly spreading her thighs, burying his head between her smooth crotch, and triumphantly playing with her private parts with his fingers. At the same time, he intentionally showed them to us, pulling at Xiao Leng's thin flesh and glancing at us with a smug look: "Old Zhang, how about it, a tender slut, right!"
As he spoke, Di Ba Zi's other finger probed into Xiao Leng's vagina, gritting his yellow teeth and digging in a vulgar way, making squelching sounds. Xiao Leng no longer resisted, spreading her thighs, her private parts exposed to the men, letting Di Ba Zi ravage them at will.
Di Ba Zi grinned and fiddled with his penis for a while, getting his fingers dripping with precum. Xiao Leng let out soft moans. Di Ba Zi finally had his fill. He stood up and started loosening his belt. Finally, he pulled his limp penis, covered by a long, thick foreskin, out of his pants. He ridiculously pulled the glans out of the foreskin and brought it to Xiao Leng's mouth: "Come on, Xiao Leng, give me a good time, let me have some fun!"
"Mmm," Xiao Leng responded obediently, taking Di Ba Zi's penis and naturally putting it in his mouth. In front of everyone, he began to give Di Ba Zi oral sex. Di Ba Zi turned his head, satisfied, and looked at the group of men smugly, his hand still holding his limp penis, moving it in and out of Xiao Leng's mouth. I was quite surprised. Most women are unwilling to give oral sex to men; they find it dirty and has a terrible odor. I know this very well; at least my wife doesn't want me to do it. But this Xiao Leng did it with such ease and naturalness.
Da Le, who had somehow joined in, greedily licked Xiao Leng's snow-white, smooth belly with his alcohol-reeking mouth, while two fingers were deeply inserted into her vagina, stirring in and out. Xiao Leng's genitals looked ordinary, remarkably clean because they lacked any pubic hair.
Di Ba Zi had recently developed erectile dysfunction, making it extremely difficult for him to get an erection. Xiao Leng had been giving him oral sex for a long time, but still couldn't get him aroused.
The lewd scene before me overwhelmed me, and I finally abandoned all restraint, eager to take advantage. I put down my glass, pulled down my pants, and without Xiao Leng giving me oral sex, my penis was already rock hard. I decided to strike first, to be the first to fuck Xiao Leng before anyone else's cock could penetrate her. So, I pushed Da Le aside, happily climbed on top of Xiao Leng, and aimed my cock at her wet and wide-open pussy.
"Brother Zhang," perhaps because I was the owner of this house, Xiao Leng showed me exceptional enthusiasm and obedience. Seeing me climb on her, she obediently spread her legs wide, hooked her little feet around my buttocks, and wrapped her arms around my neck with deep affection. Her little mouth released Di Ba Zi's cock and slowly turned towards my face. I immediately turned my face away; I didn't want to kiss her mouth that had just been used for Di Ba Zi's oral sex.
To avoid Xiao Leng's mouth, I raised my head high, and my cock, which was about to penetrate Xiao Leng's pussy, moved to Xiao Leng's mound of flesh. Xiao Leng sensed my reluctance to kiss her, and a faint blush rose to her pale face. Seeing my penis head rubbing against her mons pubis, Xiao Leng reached out and gently grasped my penis, kneading it with her old-fashioned skill, bringing me a ticklish warmth.
I knelt between Xiao Leng's legs, enjoying her handjob while playing with her private parts. Seeing that I refused to kiss her, Xiao Leng's mouth became empty again, so I put my limp penis back into her mouth and continued to enjoy the pleasure of oral sex.
"Old Zhang, what are you looking at?" Xiao Wei and Xiao Li couldn't hold back any longer and crowded around, urging me with lewd expressions. I looked up again, and good heavens, five grown men were standing around Xiao Leng, their lustful eyes staring at her private parts. Faced with this scene, my lust surged, a savage, bestial excitement spreading through my body: Wow, this is so exciting! A bunch of grown men taking turns having sex with a weak woman, and this depraved battle is starting with me! Wow, buddy, what are we waiting for? I decided to be the first to start: "Fuck her, you guys watch closely..."
After saying that, I parted Xiao Leng's labia and prepared to begin. Although Xiao Leng's private parts were quite ordinary, the two pink, thin labia were rather outstanding. Before starting, I habitually inserted my fingers into Xiao Leng's vagina as a vanguard, or perhaps a spearhead, to delve into her cunt and assess the situation. I'm willing to do this no matter which woman I'm having sex with.
I found that Xiao Leng's vagina was somewhat loose, so I inserted my fingers one after another. After inserting three fingers, they were still able to move freely: "So loose," Xiao Li muttered casually upon seeing this. Xiao Wei guessed, "She must have given birth before."
“Damn,” Di Ba Zi’s interjection was the most brilliant, and also the most embarrassing for Xiao Leng: “You don’t know anything. Giving birth only takes a short time, it doesn’t need to be so loose. It’s because it’s been fucked, fucked every day, who knows how many times it’s been fucked, fucked until its little cunt is torn open, ouch…” Before he could finish speaking, Di Ba Zi suddenly grinned and screamed. It turned out that Xiao Leng had bitten his penis hard: “Let you talk nonsense!” Not satisfied with just one bite, Xiao Leng started slapping Di Ba Zi’s penis: “After all this time, you still can’t get it up. You have no real skills, all you do is talk dirty, say all sorts of vulgar things. I’m cheap, I’m the cheapest, but whoever fucks me, it’s not your turn. You don’t have the ability!”
Xiao Leng, who had always been as docile as a lamb and allowed herself to be manipulated, suddenly put on a stern face, which surprised everyone except Di Ba Zi. These words really hurt Xiao Leng, even though she was indeed incredibly cheap.
“It’s a bit loose,” Da Le was a peacemaker. Whether it was drinking, gambling, or whoring, he would always step in to smooth things over whenever there was any discord. Seeing Xiao Leng’s pale face, Da Le said to my fingers, which were covered in her vaginal fluid, “But she’s so wet! That means she’s young, otherwise, it wouldn’t be so slippery inside!”
Xiao Leng’s vaginal fluid was indeed plentiful, making my hand wet and sticky. I thrust my already hard and hot cock into Xiao Leng’s vagina and started thrusting hard in front of everyone. Although Xiao Leng’s vagina was loose, it was short, and each of my thrusts hit her cervix. Under my all-out assault, Xiao Leng’s slightly flushed face broke out in a few beads of sweat, and her breathing became rapid. At the same time, she involuntarily moaned, “Ah, ah, ah, Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang…”
“Ha, Old Zhang, harder, fuck her harder!” Di Ba Zi cheered me on while fucking Xiao Leng’s mouth.
"Ha, fuck me harder, Lao Zhang, let me help you,"
a group of grown men rambled on, their hands reaching out. Da Le held Xiao Leng's right leg, Xiao Wei held down her left, and Xiao Li took the opportunity to grab and scratch Xiao Leng's breasts. Xiao Wei sat on the edge of the bed, one hand holding Xiao Leng's thigh, the other digging into her navel. Seeing this, Xiao Li continued to grab Xiao Leng's breasts while pressing his other finger against her overflowing vulva, stroking her clitoris with relish. Xiao Leng continued to give Di Ba Zi oral sex, moaning incessantly, "Ah—, ah—, Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang!"
Although Xiao Leng was plain-looking and lacked sex appeal, somehow I was about to ejaculate. It was probably because I hadn't been with a woman for over ten days; or perhaps the group sex scene was too stimulating. I thought to myself: You're too ugly, it's not worth playing with you. Since I'm going to play with you today, I might as well go all out! I quickly pulled my penis, which was about to ejaculate, out of Xiao Leng's vagina, pushed her aside, and offered it to her mouth. Without hesitation, she took it and put it in her mouth to give me oral sex. Her eyes were full of affection as she looked at me, her thin, saliva-covered tongue gently caressing my large, veiny penis, which was covered in her secretions. I had already lost control of myself, and a stream of thick semen gushed out, not a drop wasted, all of it shooting into Xiao Leng's mouth. Xiao Leng took a tissue, spat out the semen from her mouth, wiped her mouth clean, and then continued to lick the remaining fluid off my penis, which gradually went limp. Da Le couldn't wait any longer. He pulled Xiao Leng over, inserted his long-awaited penis into her vagina, and started fucking her with great enthusiasm. Meanwhile, Di Ba Zi continued to have Xiao Leng perform oral sex on her.
Haha, my favorite group sex battle has officially begun! To find out how it goes, stay tuned for the next installment.
Chapter Three: A Snowy Night of Debauchery, Darkness and Lust, Group Pleasure and Unrestrained Sex, Braving the Back Door .
Money is hard to earn, shit is hard to swallow, if you want to eat, sell your ass.
Phones hanging on the chest, summoned at a moment's notice.
Enough with the small talk, let's get to work, grasp the cock and swallow and spit it out.
The blowjob skills are amazing, licking the client so comfortably.
One after another, back and forth, no complaints of hardship.
The skillful tongue swirls, stirring up lust, worth the price, lots of sexual happiness.
I returned to the table, drinking beer and watching with great interest as the other four men played with Xiao Leng. Di Ba Zi's cock finally got a little erect, he gestured for Da Le to get off first, to try if his cock could fit into Xiao Leng's hole. Da Le had no choice but to temporarily stop, and also returned to the table, the two of us watching together to see if Di Ba Zi could fuck Xiao Leng. Di Ba Zi, his limp penis with foreskin extending far beyond the glans, hovered at the entrance of Xiao Leng's vagina. He gritted his teeth, grimaced, and tried with all his might, but couldn't get it in. Sometimes he'd manage to insert a small section, but just as he was about to start thrusting, the useless, disobedient penis would slip out of Xiao Leng's vagina, much to Di Ba Zi's utter disappointment. Di Ba Zi was sweating profusely, staring helplessly at his useless penis. Xiao Leng watched him impatiently, giving him a disdainful sneer.
"Forget it, I'll do it!" Da Le, still not satisfied, put down his wine glass and continued to fuck Xiao Leng. Xiao Leng continued giving Di Ba Zi oral sex: "If it really doesn't work, I'll just ejaculate for you! Don't bother with this," Xiao Leng said impatiently as she performed oral sex on Di Ba Zi.
As I drank, I savored the feeling of Xiao Leng giving me oral sex earlier. It was quite enjoyable; she was very engaged, serious, or rather, genuine, with no hint of perfunctoriness. I love oral sex from women; the pleasure surpasses intercourse, and it better expresses a man's desire to conquer a woman. Imagine standing on the bed, a woman kneeling at your feet, gently sucking your penis—how exciting that is! Da Le also quickly reached his climax, ejaculating into Xiao Leng's mouth in the same way.
Next was Xiao Wei. He pulled Xiao Leng to the edge of the bed, then stood on the floor, his long, slightly curved penis launching a fierce attack on Xiao Leng's white, fleshy opening. Xiao Wei had incredible stamina when it came to women, able to last a long time; he was the undisputed marathon champion among our group. He moved rapidly, slapping Xiao Leng's buttocks with loud slapping sounds. Xiao Leng's stimulated juices slowly overflowed from her opening, flowing onto the deep red pine floor.
Xiao Wei was really into it when Xiao Li walked over and tugged at his arm: "Buddy, you're all sweaty. Go take a break, have a drink, let me play for a bit!" Xiao Wei stopped for the moment, wiped the sweat from his forehead haphazardly with his bare arm, and returned to the table, panting.
Xiao Li gestured for Xiao Leng to turn around; he was going to operate from behind, and Xiao Leng would handle it accordingly. Xiao Li was the fittest of the five of us, weighing over 200 jin (100 kg). He had confidently boasted to us more than once: "If any of us get detained by the police for some indecent behavior, none of you can endure hunger as much as I can in the detention center!" Indeed, Xiao Li could go for days without food and still be energetic and walk like the wind. When it came to eating and drinking, he could eat and drink endlessly all day long, leaving one restaurant and heading to another to continue his feasting, with an astonishingly large appetite that made everyone both envious and jealous. Xiao Li's penis wasn't as long as Xiao Wei's, but it was very thick, filling Xiao Leng's vagina completely. Xiao Li was even stronger than Xiao Wei, making Xiao Leng scream and cry out. She no longer had the mind to give Di Ba Zi oral sex, but turned her face away, staring in surprise at Xiao Li, who was as strong as an ox. Xiao Li completely ignored her, focusing intently on thrusting his penis in and out, while using one hand to pull on Xiao Leng's clitoris.
"Ah, it hurts so much, big brother, be gentle, be gentle!" Xiao Li wouldn't listen, and taking care of the delicate Xiao Leng was as easy as an old goose catching a chick. Suddenly, he pulled out his thick penis, grabbed Xiao Leng, and before she could react, a large amount of semen splashed irresistibly onto her face and into her eyes.
Xiao Leng closed her eyes and fumbled for tissues. Xiao Wei took over again, this time attacking from behind like Xiao Li. Xiao Leng looked tired, but helpless; people die for money, birds die for food, after all. Xiao Wei gritted his teeth, thrusting viciously, wishing he could fuck Xiao Leng to death.
I decided to have Xiao Leng give me oral sex again, so I put down my wine glass, went to Xiao Leng's side, lay down on the bed, and gestured for her to give me oral sex. Xiao Leng gently stroked my penis; the secretions on it had dried, but she didn't wipe them before putting it in her mouth and skillfully sucking. Ah, so good, even better than fucking her! Xiao Leng's tongue kept licking my glans, making it itch, and I moaned ecstatically. Then, Xiao Leng started licking my thick black pubic hair, making it covered in saliva. Her snow-white teeth gently bit my testicles. Even more surprisingly, Xiao Leng's head moved downwards, her lips touching my anus. She began licking my anus, and one of her hands gently caressed my nipples. I felt so good I felt like I was dying! Di Ba Zi squatted idly beside Xiao Leng, watching Xiao Wei get excited. He leaned over, his fingers grabbing Xiao Leng's delicate labia. He turned to look at Da Le, who was drinking: "Dale, do you know what this is? This is the labia majora. Do you know, this is the labia minora…" Di Ba Zi gripped tighter and tighter, hurting Xiao Leng. Xiao Leng cried out in pain, which gave Di Ba Zi some psychological balance. Looking at the pained expression on Xiao Leng's face, he grinned lewdly with satisfaction. Suddenly, I rolled over, pushed away the increasingly vigorous Xiao Wei, and pinned Xiao Leng beneath me. I was going to fuck her again.
"What are you guys doing? That's so unfriendly! He was having so much fun, about to cum, and you're really ruining the mood!" Xiao Wei grumbled, returning to the table and downing a full glass of beer.
"Who told you to keep going like that? We know you too well. Once you're done, we're all done!" I yelled at Xiao Wei as I thrust my penis into Xiao Leng's vagina.
Xiao Leng's oral sex rekindled my energy. My passionate penis pounded into her, making her scream. This time, I went on for a long time, leaving her breathless and begging me to stop. I didn't care; I wanted to fuck her to death. With my frequent thrusts, Xiao Leng's secretions increased, leaving a large wet stain on the sheets. Her vagina was incredibly lubricated; my penis went in and out as if there were no barriers. I fucked her relentlessly. Xiao Leng was panting heavily, drenched in sweat. Gradually, she stopped moaning and screaming. Her body suddenly stiffened, as if she were about to die. Then, her vagina began to contract rhythmically, as if a hand had grown out and tightly gripped my penis. I couldn't control myself, and my semen gushed out again. Xiao Leng sighed and said, "Brother Zhang, I really have to give you an award!" As she spoke, she climbed on top of me and licked my penis clean.
"Old Zhang, do you know how long you've been doing this?" the useless idiot said to me with a grin.
"How would I know!" I gasped, my body limp, and said breathlessly, "I was so busy fucking that I didn't even remember the time!"
"More than 40 minutes! Holy crap!" Xiao Wei said, "We were keeping track of you! You're really something!"
After saying that, Xiao Wei pulled Xiao Leng's thigh over and prepared to continue fucking her.
"Big brother, please, take a break before you play again!" Xiao Leng pleaded weakly.
"I'm so uncomfortable, play a little longer, I'm about to cum!" Xiao Wei wouldn't listen, and as he spoke, his penis was already inside Xiao Leng's vagina, and he began to thrust wildly.
"Ah, ah, I can't take it, I can't take it anymore!" Xiao Leng cried out, her buttocks slapping loudly with each thrust. Di Ba Zi moved closer, parted Xiao Leng's genitals, and watched closely as Xiao Wei's penis went in and out of Xiao Leng's vagina.
My 40-minute thrusting record was broken by Xiaowei in less than an hour. The fierce Xiaowei relentlessly fucked Xiaoleng for over an hour, yet still showed no sign of ejaculating.
"Let's have a drink first, take a break before continuing!" Seeing Xiaoleng's suffering at Xiaowei's hands, I felt a pang of sympathy and advised them to take a break. Diba Zi and Xiaowei heeded my advice and returned to the dining table. Xiaoleng lay quietly on the bed, still panting heavily. "Come
on, Xiaoleng, have a drink with our boss Zhang!" Diba Zi picked up Xiaoleng and placed her next to me.
"I'm going to wash my face first!" With that, Xiaoleng walked naked into the bathroom.
"How was it? Was it satisfying?" Diba Zi asked me.
"Not bad, the quality wasn't great, but the technique was alright! At least he was very dedicated," I took a sip of beer, glanced at the clock on the wall, and realized that the five of us had been fucking Xiaoleng for over four hours, taking turns on and off her.
Xiao Leng quickly washed up and sat back down beside me. I poured her a full glass of beer and handed it to her: "You must be exhausted, have a drink!"
"No, no, Brother Zhang, I don't drink!" Xiao Leng waved her hand, refusing to take the glass.
"It's okay, a little beer is nothing!"
"Yeah, have a drink, you have to give our Boss Zhang some face!" Di Ba Zi urged maliciously from the side.

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