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Zhang Xin stood before the mirror. A few minutes earlier, she had received a call from Liu Zemin, inviting her to a night out on the Qinhuai River—his purpose was obvious. Zhang Xin's hand gently slid down her high breasts, slowly passing over her slender waist, and then climbing up her suddenly widening hips. Looking at the perfect, naked female body in the mirror, Zhang Xin felt a mix of emotions. Once upon a time, this perfect body belonged only to her loving husband, but now… Frankly, every time she made love with Liu Zemin, she felt disgusted. When this obese old man panted on her body, Zhang Xin felt like a prostitute… a prostitute subservient to Liu Zemin's power and money. And Chen Mo? Thinking of this, Chen Mo's image flashed before her eyes. Although not particularly handsome, he exuded a friendly aura; not particularly tall, yet he gave off a sense of security; his seemingly sunny face held a heartbreakingly melancholic gaze—a strange feeling… Thinking back to that night in Qingdao, when Chen Mo's enormous penis penetrated her, each thrust was so relentless and unstoppable. It felt as if a part of her body was being mercilessly stretched open, then pressed against her heart. And when he remained inside her, the feeling of fullness, so tight and perfect, was something she cherished deeply.
That feeling was something her husband could never give her, let alone the old and frail Liu Zemin. The thought that Chen Mo still had the video of her wanton urination in front of him that night, the video of her moaning with pleasure as he penetrated her, made Zhang Xin very uneasy. She tried to persuade Chen Mo to delete it, but that bad man only said, "Keep it as a souvenir," and dismissed her. Now, did Chen Mo occasionally watch the video of her wanton state and masturbate? Thinking of this, Zhang Xin's hand unconsciously touched her pubic area. Touching the tip, Zhang Xin felt a surge of heat.

Later that evening, Liu Zemin's car arrived downstairs. Her husband had been away on a business trip again these past few days. His promotion brought increased power and income, but also corresponding responsibilities. Since becoming the captain of the network monitoring team, Yan Ming often stayed out all night. In the mornings, when he dragged his tired body home, he always remembered to bring Zhang Xin a delicious breakfast. Thinking of her husband's apologetic eyes, she felt a pang of shame, still immersed in her fantasies of pleasure with Chen Mo. And right before her eyes, this beautiful young woman was carefully washing herself clean and dressing up beautifully, going to present herself to another old man for his amusement.

Zhang Xin quickly got into the Audi. Looking at the alluringly beautiful young woman before him, the over-fifty-year-old Liu Zemin felt his mouth go dry. "You're so annoying," Zhang Xin said coquettishly, swatting away a hand that had slipped into her collar. "We're in the neighborhood; someone we know might see us." Liu Zemin wasn't angry; he chuckled and drove out of the neighborhood.

“Let’s do something exciting tonight,” Liu Zemin said as he drove. Zhang Xin gave a noncommittal “Mmm.” She knew that although this old man wasn’t physically capable of providing perfect sex, he could always find some strange and unusual ways to torment her. Thinking of his perverse methods, Zhang Xin suddenly felt that losing her virginity to Chen Mo was such an insignificant thing.

Outside the window, the Qinhuai River shimmered, and the park along the riverbank was full of couples in love. Perhaps their moods were as sultry as this hot night? Zhang Xin thought of how she had once strolled along the Qinhuai River, nestled in Dawei’s arms, during her courtship. And now, what role was she playing in revisiting this place? A prostitute on a distant pleasure boat? Thinking of the extra 200,000 yuan in her bank account that she hadn’t dared to touch yet, Zhang Xin gave a self-deprecating smile.

Just then, Zhang Xin caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye. She knew it was Chen Mo, and the sexy and beautiful woman behind him must be Li Hong. Zhang Xin didn't dare turn around. She didn't know if she could find a hole to crawl into if their eyes met, even though she didn't understand why seeing Chen Mo at this moment brought her more embarrassment than seeing her husband. But she still felt that Chen Mo had seen her too, that burning gaze piercing her heart like a needle, making her beautiful face begin to burn—an illusion, Zhang Xin comforted herself. Liu Zemin was on the phone, and for some reason, Zhang Xin felt that his inability to see Chen Mo eased her tension slightly.

"Baby, we're here." After parking the car, Liu Zemin got out and opened the door for Zhang Xin, promptly shielding the top of the door with his hand. At least sometimes, he was a thoughtful and gentlemanly man, Zhang Xin thought, taking Liu Zemin's outstretched hand as she got out of the car, and naturally taking his arm after standing still. No matter what, for now, she belonged to Liu Zemin. Setting aside all their wild thoughts, Zhang Xin and Liu Zemin, like an elegant and well-matched couple, walked hand in hand into the hotel, led by the doorman.

As soon as they entered the room, Liu Zemin eagerly embraced Zhang Xin and kissed her, to which Zhang Xin responded passionately, "I missed you so much, baby." "Mmm, brother, I missed you too." Both quickly undressed. Soon, after a brief separation, their naked bodies were intertwined again.

When Liu Zemin's large body pressed against Zhang Xin, even with the considerable pressure, Zhang Xin began to eagerly anticipate his entry. She eagerly grasped Liu Zemin's penis and tried to insert it into her wet passage; the hardness was satisfactory. The large glans lingered at her entrance, rubbing up and down a couple of times, before, with a powerful thrust of Liu Zemin's hips, it pierced her body like a hot knife through butter. Zhang Xin let out a cry of pleasure. "Ah..."

Liu Zemin braced his arms on either side of Zhang Xin's body, lifting them slightly. He thrust his penis forcefully into Zhang Xin's vagina, panting heavily. As the pressure from Liu Zemin lessened, Zhang Xin breathed a sigh of relief, closed her eyes, and prepared to enjoy this sexual feast.

However, Liu Zemin's speed increased, and by the time Zhang Xin realized this wasn't normal, he had already ejaculated.
Opening her eyes, she saw the obese old man, drenched in sweat and looking dejected, lying on top of her again. Zhang Xin let out a long sigh, trying to make it sound less like a sigh, and struggled to control the urge to stuff anything into her lower body. Liu Zemin rolled over; his dark, heavy penis was now limp, looking more like a slug, and cloudy semen flowed freely from Zhang Xin's still empty and burning flower garden.

Soon, Zhang Xin heard Liu Zemin's heavy snoring. "Is this what they call stimulation?" Zhang Xin thought resentfully. Whether he was convinced or not, he was still an old man over fifty. Although his strong financial resources allowed him to easily possess many girls younger than his daughter, he couldn't truly have them. At this moment, Zhang Xin suddenly felt jealous of Li Hong. Compared to the frenzied sex Chen Mo gave her, what she had received seemed so insignificant. But what if she had to choose again? Zhang Xin hesitated. Thinking of Chen Mo, Zhang Xin's hand unconsciously moved to her lower abdomen... ...

Accompanied by Liu Zemin's snoring, Zhang Xin slowly fell asleep.

When Zhang Xin woke up, the intense fullness in her vagina made her feel a sense of ecstasy. It seemed Liu Zemin's virility had returned? Zhang Xin opened her eyes, but saw nothing. She then realized that a black cloth was covering her eyes. Was this a sexual gimmick? Zhang Xin let the black cloth cover her eyes. With her eyes unable to see, all her senses were more focused on their most sensitive spots. With each thrust, Zhang Xin's pleasure surged, wave after wave, craving a stronger sense of fulfillment and inclusion. She forcefully raised her arms to embrace the man's neck, lifting her head as high as possible to search for his lips. Her slender waist drove her plump buttocks to sway, striving to meet his advances. "Ah... dear husband... you're so strong." Intense pleasure assaulted Zhang Xin's mind and reason like autumn leaves falling in the wind. So much so that when the man finally lay on top of her and kissed her passionately, she didn't even realize why she didn't experience the suffocating feeling she usually felt when Liu Zemin was on top of her.

At this moment, I was diligently working on Xiao Zhang's beautiful girlfriend. Old Wei had inserted an anal plug into Sophie's anus, the plug covered by a huge fox tail. She was now swaying her beautiful buttocks, looking just like a female animal in heat. I held her plump hips with both hands, thrusting my penis deep into her uterus with each stroke. Sophie's hands were tearing at anything on the bed, her smooth skin glistening with sweat. Her vagina gripped my monstrous penis tightly, each withdrawal bringing out a fold of bright red flesh, her vaginal fluids being rapidly drawn out with each piston-like motion, foaming and covering her curly pubic hair and mine... "Ahhh... Mingming... Husband... I love you..." And her Mingming was... Wait, it turns out Li Hong had put on stockings sometime during that... Meanwhile, Xiao Zhang was kneeling on the ground, meticulously licking Li Hong's small feet encased in beautiful stockings. Li Hong's expression was languid and blissful. On the other side, the twin sisters were nestled in Lao Wei's thick arms, one on each side, the three of them drifting off to sleep.

Suddenly, Sophie's strength increased... She held her breath, then abruptly opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes staring wide-eyed but unfocused. Her hands frantically pressed against my waist, her long nails digging into my flesh, forcing my penis tightly against her cervix... From deep within her vagina came waves of intense spasms, accompanied by a surge of heat that sent shivers down my spine... My ejaculation resumed, and after a few violent thrusts, with a contraction of my testicles, I ejaculated my hot semen into Sophie's uterus without leaving a trace... And Sophie, slightly relieved, was once again sent to the peak of pleasure by this surge of heat.

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