[A despicable wife who is played with by men at home]

In a luxuriously decorated villa in the suburbs, the curtains were drawn tightly shut. My wife, Wu Lina, sat on

the sofa , her soft, white feet clad in black open-toed high-heeled slippers. Her toenails were unpainted,

the delicate soles of her feet paired with shell-like nails, snow-white and flawless, pink and lovely, truly a sight to behold.

My wife wore an ivory-white lace bra, her full, rounded breasts revealing a beautiful, snow-white

cleavage. Through the thin embroidered fabric, one could vaguely see her beautiful, firm breasts bouncing within. Her

erect, crimson nipples were only half-covered by the demi-cup bra, the areolas proudly protruding

outwards . Her extremely short nightgown barely covered her lower body, the hem of her long, beautiful legs almost reaching her thighs.

As she walked, her genitals, clad in transparent panties, were clearly visible. Her fair arms and thighs were

completely exposed to the bright light. I watched, swallowing hard, my mind reeling, burning with lust.

I could no resist; my lower body hardened, a noticeable bulge forming between my legs.

"Come here! Let me play with you before the master arrives!" my wife finally spoke. It turned out

her humiliating attire was a pretense, a way of waiting for her lover to come and torment her. She demanded I call her "master" at home, yet she

called that man "master." She wanted me to lick her feet for her amusement, but she licked that man's feet for his pleasure. She was

cold and , yet utterly subservient to that man, as obedient as a dog.

"I—I—" I stammered, unsure how to answer.

"What 'I'? You must make me feel you're a dutiful slave, or we'll divorce," my wife said

coldly . I gritted my teeth, knelt before her, and cupped her left foot in my hands, bringing my lips to her

black high-heeled slippers. These slippers were a gift from her lover, Hei San, who stipulated that my wife

must . My wife is very obedient to him. When she's home, she wears those high-heeled slippers every day and never dares

to take them off . When she's not home, I kneel in front of those slippers and lick them clean for her, waiting for her to come home.

At this moment, my wife grabs my hair and lifts my face up: "You're not

a proper slave yet! Don't you know you have to ask before licking shoes?"

"Oh, please allow me to lick Master's slippers," I hurriedly say.

"Slap! Slap!" My wife slaps me twice.

Although my face is burning from the slaps, I'm incredibly excited; my penis suddenly becomes erect, creating

a small tent in my pants. All of this doesn't escape her notice.

"Does a slave have the right to wear clothes?" My wife's hand is still gripping my hair.

"Master, I was wrong, I'll take them off right away." This time, afraid my wife will still be dissatisfied, I quickly strip off

all clothes and kneel naked in front of her. My wife looks at my penis, which is like an anti-aircraft gun, and giggles.

My face turns even redder.

"Go, get me the whip from the drawer!" my wife said, pointing to the cabinet behind me.

"Yes," I replied, getting up to fetch it.

"Slap!" My wife suddenly slapped me again. I covered my face, somewhat bewildered.

"You lowly slave, do you even have the right to walk? You only deserve to kneel and crawl!" I quickly crawled

to the cabinet, took a whip from the drawer, crawled back to my wife, and handed the whip to her.

"Please, Master, whip this slave!" This time I was more obedient.

"Hmm! That's more like it, but you need to make your tone even more subservient!"

"Your Majesty, please whip this slave! Please!" My tongue licked my wife's high-heeled

slippers.

"Alright! Seeing your pathetic state, I'll reward you with a whipping! However, I don't like to

hear screams when I whip my slaves, so you must bear it."

I stuck my buttocks out high, and my wife's whip finally struck my backside. At first, she

didn't use much force, but the whipping became harder and harder. I was drenched in sweat from the pain, but I dared not cry out and could only grit my teeth and endure it.

After about fifty or sixty lashes, my wife finally stopped, admiring the numerous welts on my buttocks.

"Thank you for the whipping, Master!" I knelt at my wife's feet.

"Master is tired, let your slave lick your feet and rest for a while." I felt that I was gradually getting into

character .

My wife was clearly pleased with what I said. She walked back to the sofa, crossed her legs,

tossed one of her high-heeled slippers far away, and stretched her bare foot out in front of me, coldly pointing her toes up and down, saying, "

Lick your toes properly, and the soles too, lick them all clean. Use your mouth to lick my feet properly, serve me well,

and don't stop until I say anything. Understand? Lick them clean!" I pressed my mouth to my wife's bare feet and

began to lick them vigorously. My wife closed her eyes, enjoying my service. I put her soft, white feet in my mouth; her

feet were beautiful. I carefully licked each of her toes, even the spaces between them.

"Okay, now for the right foot." My wife had opened her eyes at some point. She placed her left foot on my crotch

and began to tease my penis with it. This time, an irresistible pleasure surged through my body. I ejaculated!

Fortunately, I quickly moved my body; otherwise, I would have definitely ejaculated on my wife, and the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Even so, my wife was furious. She started slapping me hard across the face. I knelt

before her, not daring to move, letting her slap me left and right.

As became erect again. Seeing this, my wife stopped.

"You wretched slave, you ejaculated without my permission! I'm going to punish you properly, to teach you

a lesson."

"Master, I... I'm scared, please spare your slave," I begged, burying my face in the ground.

"Slap!" My pleas earned me another hard slap from my wife. Just then, the door opened, and

my wife's master, Hei San, stood in the doorway. My wife trembled with fear, quickly scrambling down from the sofa.

One foot was wearing a high-heeled slipper, the other bare, too afraid to put it back on. She crawled to the

man 's feet, trembling, and said, "This servant deserves to die, please spare my life, master." The man ignored her,

walked to the sofa, and sat down. My wife followed him, crawling to the sofa and kneeling before him. The man glanced at

the iced beer on the ground. Without being told, my wife immediately put her hands on the ground, kowtowed, and said respectfully in a low voice, "Yes, Master."

Then she opened the beer for him, poured him a glass, and pressed her head back to the floor, not daring to move.

"You slut! Didn't I tell you to wear high-heeled slippers at home? Going barefoot in front of me shows you disrespect

my authority and don't respect me, understand?" Hearing the man's question, my wife was so frightened that she scrambled to her feet

and knelt at his feet, kowtowing repeatedly.

"You slut deserve to die, you slut knows you were wrong, you slut will never dare

to go barefoot , please forgive you this time, you slut will never dare to do it again." As she spoke,

she deliberately raised her bare foot high like a dog urinating, and slapped it hard with her hand,

cursing herself in a degrading manner: "Slut foot! Daring to go barefoot in front of your master! I'll beat you to death! I'll beat you to death!"

"Alright!" The man kicked my wife, sending her sprawling into the air. My wife didn't dare to utter a sound, and

scrambled to her feet, kneeling before the man again.

The man squatted down beside my wife's feet, grasped her beautiful left bare foot, and examined it. My

wife 's toes seemed weak and powerless. The man, with a strange expression, brought several bamboo

chopsticks from the kitchen. He inserted the chopsticks one by one into the spaces between my wife's left toes, placing one outside the big toe and one outside the little

toe . Then, he held both ends of the chopsticks and pressed down hard with his hands.

"Ah—ah!—ah!—it hurts!—ouch—my foot—ouch—it hurts!"

My wife cried out pitifully, her left foot convulsing and struggling under the powerful clamping force. She cried and

struggled lift her head, looking at her beautiful foot in unbearable pain.

"Tell me! Will you dare to break the rules again? Tell me now! Otherwise, the pain will only get worse," the

man shouted frantically.

“No—I won’t dare again—I’ll do it again—I’ll obey—I—please—have mercy on me

!—Ouch!—My foot!—It hurts so much! Ah!—Ouch—it hurts so much—”

My wife’s screams echoed in the room, a sound that would make anyone’s heart tremble.

The torture continued, the chopsticks pinching my wife’s poor, beautiful foot until it was deformed. You know,

the bones in the foot are very delicate and have many nerves, so it is more unbearable to be tortured than other parts of the body.

“Please—Master—I—I really won’t dare again!—Ouch—Ouch—let me go!—I’ll

obey—whatever you tell me to do!—I’ll do it—my foot!—foot—Ouch!

—I’m sorry!—I won’t dare again—” My wife’s hair was shaking wildly, her face indistinguishable between sweat and

tears, she kept crying and screaming for her life.

“You filthy bitch! If you dare to break the rules again, I’ll break your stinky toes! Do you hear

me ?” the man roared.

“I heard it—I heard it!—No!—No!—Stop squeezing—I'll obey—Oh

my god!—I can't take it anymore!” My wife’s screams had become hoarse but were still shrill. She had succumbed to

this torture she had never experienced before, and she cried out hoarsely for mercy.

“Alright! I’ll spare your dog’s life for now!” The man released her and kicked my wife to the ground.

My wife scrambled to her feet and knelt before the man, thanking him: “Thank you, Master, for sparing my dog’s life!”

“Why the hell do you talk so much nonsense? Hurry up and take off your clothes! Don’t you want to serve me?” The

man sat on the sofa and impatiently urged my wife.

“No—I am willing to serve Master.” After taking off her sundress and panties, my wife

sat naked on the ground facing the man, her legs spread wide, exposing her genitals.

“You filthy bitch! I think you’re really itching for a beating! Tell me the rules I set for you! Let me hear them!”

“Master! Please! Spare me! I won’t do it again!” My wife was so frightened that she knelt at the man’s feet,

her body trembling.

“I told you to tell me the rules I set for you! Did you hear me?” The man grabbed my wife’s hair and

pulled her face up.

“Yes. Be respectful to the master—be obedient to the master’s requests—arrive at the time the master

specifies to serve the man—wear the sex slave high-heeled slippers the master bought for you at home—

don’t turn off your phone at night—if—you can’t do it—you will be punished—and beg for forgiveness—” My wife

, tears streaming down her face, her hands trembling as she pinched her nipples, her lips quivering, recited

the rules the man had forced her to memorize, word by word. “Since you know! You still disobeyed! Tell me yourself, shouldn’t you be punished?” Only after

my wife had finished reciting the rules with great humiliation did the man begin to speak.

“Yes!—” My wife answered miserably.

"Alright! You tell me how you want to be punished?" The man looked at my wife mysteriously.

"I—please—Master—please spare me!" My wife pleaded desperately

.

"Spare you? Now lie down!" the man roared viciously. My wife had no choice but to obediently pull at

her nipples, spread her legs, and lie on the ground.

"Use your cunt to clean my toes." The man stepped on her genitals and

inserted into her vagina.

"Ugh—yes—" my wife cried out in pain.

"What are you crying for? Hurry up and clean!" The man pushed my wife with his foot.

"Mmm—" my wife groaned, unable to help but twist her body. Then she tightened her vagina,

actively twisting her buttocks, using her tender vagina to wipe the man's dirty toes.

My wife grabbed the man's ankle, constantly rubbing his toes with her labia, which greatly stimulated her

vulva and caused her to produce lubrication, also revealing a shameful and indignant expression on her face. The room echoed with

her soft moans, amplifying the arousal. The man wasn't idle either; he kept stepping on my

wife 's vulva. "Now, let me clean you up!" he said, taking a

wooden stick from beside the sofa and pressing it against my wife's vulva, rotating it left and right as he pushed it in.

"Ah—no—" The stick was too thick; it wouldn't go in, only twisting my wife's labia majora inside

out. The end of the stick completely blocked my wife's external genitalia. As the stick twisted, she

writhed, her hands gripping the stick, but they were already weak and powerless. In pain, she raised her legs,

bending them to clamp the stick between them, every toe on her bare, tender feet trembling.

The man grinned horribly. He swiftly lifted the stick, then slammed it back into place,

the impact making a dull thud as it struck my wife's genitals.

"Ah—!" My wife let out a long scream, leaping

up . The force freed her from the large wooden instrument of torture. She clutched her vulva,

rolling from side to side.

The man waited quietly until my wife settled into an unnatural position,

her head twisted awkwardly. Tears and saliva clung to her hair.

"Come here and let me see!" The man grabbed my wife's delicate feet, dragging her back to her original spot and spreading her

legs.

"You slut, stand up," the man commanded.

My wife lifted her head from her chest, glanced up at the man, and then laboriously used

the sofa to stand up.

“Come here, come over here.” The man stared at my wife’s slender, naked body. My wife,

with her legs wide open, painfully shuffled step by step towards the man. The man pinched her left nipple and

gently rubbed it. My wife looked down in horror at the man’s hand and her own nipple. She didn’t know

what the man was going to do to her now.

“You filthy bitch! You dare disobey me again?” The man suddenly exerted force, and my wife’s nipple

turned into two thin, slippery layers of skin between his fingers.

“Ah—” My wife was caught off guard. She screamed and twisted her body, shaking off the man’s

hand.

“Use your cunt to clean my toes! Hurry up!—” The man waved his

mud-covered feet at my wife.

My wife looked at the man with tears in her eyes and fear in her eyes. Helplessly, she spread her legs and slowly squatted

down . She stood on tiptoe, her bare feet raised high, her buttocks sticking out in the air. Then,

she carefully moved her hips back and forth, aligning her vagina with the man's toes. She softly lowered herself, inserting his toes into

her vagina. Like someone being fucked, she frowned, lifting her buttocks and lowering them,

moving them up and down repeatedly.

"Damn it! Not a drop of water! Move your cunt yourself, let me see how you get aroused! Wait until

the water comes out, then wipe my toes!" The man pulled his toes out of my wife's vagina and stomped hard on her

clitoris .

My wife closed her eyes, took a deep breath, but held back a cry. Without manual

assistance, a woman probably can't get her cunt aroused, but my wife dared not disobey the man.

She absolutely dared not say she couldn't do it; what she had experienced in the past few months was enough for her to remember for a lifetime.

My wife could only contract her vaginal muscles as if she needed to urinate, her already swollen vaginal opening

slightly opening. She shook her head from side to side, pretending to want it, pulling her stomach down a little,

and thrusting her buttocks upward as if to please the man, while moaning lewdly.

My wife's actions were actually useless, but she was afraid that the man would use this as an excuse to torture and beat her again,

so even if the man wanted her to do such a stupid thing, she had to try her best.

"Keep going, don't stop, and moan louder." The man took a deep drag of his cigarette,

looking coldly at my wife. He knew my wife was faking it; all women do this. But

it was really rare to be able to make a woman act so lewdly for a man!

"Please, fuck me—ah—um—um—I can't take it anymore!" my wife

moaned . She had memorized these old lines so many times that repeating them was not difficult for her at all.

“You slut! Is your cunt wet enough? Is it dripping wet? If I put my foot in and there’s no water,

I’ll kick your cunt out of shape!” The man bent down, pinched my wife’s nipple, and

stepped his left foot between her legs.

Looking at my wife’s terrified and pained face, the man knew she had fallen to this state,

that she would desperately twist her body to find his toes, because she knew

what it would feel like to have her genitals kicked by that man.

My wife adjusted her hips back and forth, lifting herself up on her toes to lower herself—after

a long struggle, she finally welcomed the man’s toes back into her warm vagina.

“Lick my other foot clean with your mouth.” The man wasn’t satisfied, so he lifted his other foot and

held it to my wife’s mouth. My wife, humiliated, grabbed the man’s ankle with one hand, tightened her vagina, and

twisted her hips, constantly rubbing her vagina against the man’s toes. She had no choice but to open her mouth and take

the man's other toe into her mouth, licking it earnestly.

The man wasn't idle either; while he played with my wife's breasts with both hands, he used his rough toes

to rotate and churn inside her delicate vagina. With my wife's movements, he would sometimes penetrate deeper,

sometimes withdraw, causing her immense suffering.

"Mmm—ah—no—oh—mmm—mmm—" My wife's vagina was extremely

stimulated, and soon, a pale white fluid overflowed from her pink vagina. Her plaintive expression

mixed , and her soft moans echoed throughout the room, adding to the lewd effect of the scene.

The man slowly rubbed my wife with his toes for nearly two hours; her vagina was already dripping wet,

like a clogged drain. Sometimes, the depths of her vaginal canal would

twitch violently, tightly gripping the man's toes, then relaxing again.

At this point, my wife would squint her eyes and let out a soft moan, while the man would

thrust his toes deep into her smooth vulva a few times, then pull them out completely before thrusting them back in forcefully,

making her moan even louder.

The man looked at my wife aggressively. My wife closed her eyes in humiliation, refusing to look at the man,

but she quickly regained her composure and opened her eyes again to look at him. The man

laid down to follow when serving him, one of which was that she

had to look at the face of the man raping her, and was not allowed to turn her head away or close her eyes.

"Alright! Lie down on the sofa! Show your cunt!" The man felt his lower body tense.

It was tight.

My wife had no choice. Trembling, she climbed onto the sofa, moved her legs outward

, and lay down obediently. She could no longer escape; she could only close her eyes and

let the man do whatever he wanted to her. The man leered and placed his hand on her neck, caressing it. Her

naked body looked somewhat loose in the light streaming in from outside, her breasts, full of milk

, swaying uncontrollably. The man brazenly gripped her neck and pinched the flesh of her arms; her body was surprisingly supple

.

"I heard you're very rough with your husband. You'd better teach him a lesson right now so I can see! You can stand up and teach

him, just pretend I'm not here." The man suddenly wanted to toy with us.

"Yes, Master."

My wife got up from the sofa, stood in front of me, and said sternly, "Kneel down!"

I was utterly humiliated, being humiliated by my wife in front of other men. But there was nothing I could do;

I was afraid of my wife! I had no choice but to kneel down.

“You coward! Even though your master is here, you don’t even bother to put on those sex slave high-heeled slippers for me.

Don’t you know that’s what my master orders me to wear at home? You’ve got the guts to get me

beaten by my master! Crawl over here, obediently kowtow to me, and apologize!” I struggled internally for a few moments, then obediently

crawled to this slut’s crotch, kowtowing and saying sorry. My wife wanted to laugh, but held it back, her

tone turning stern: “A man like you only deserves to lick my feet.” My wife seemed to have an idea. She stretched out her raised

right foot, brought it to my face, and rubbed her fleshy soles against my face. My servile appearance

undoubtedly sparked her imagination.

White and fleshy feet, each toe painted with a vibrant and seductive color, well-maintained, and

the smell of her feet reminded me that I was about to lick the feet of a lowly woman. Like a madman, I closed my eyes and

struggled desperately in my heart, but the stench of the woman's feet kept stimulating my desire. This slut poked my

face with her toes, completely defeating my resistance. I obediently opened my mouth and enveloped several of her toes,

sucking .

I heard this whore let out a cold snort from her nose and commanded herself: "You've already licked them, are you still ashamed?

Open your eyes and look at me."

I opened my eyes with immense shame and looked up at the sexy curves of her legs, meeting the slut's contemptuous and disdainful

gaze. Obviously, she noticed, cursed "coward," pulled her foot away, and said: "

Crawl around the room a few times like I was punished by my master, so that I and my master can see." I obediently crawled on the ground like a dog.

While my wife sat on the sofa humiliating me, the man repeatedly fondled her breasts and genitals. Even

when he held her on his lap and groped her body, I was still forced to kneel and lick her feet.

All I could hear were my wife's moans and pleas for mercy as she was being fondled: "Spare me, Master, I'm a good girl, I'll obey.

I'll lick your feet."

My wife sat with her legs spread on the man's lap, begging him for mercy while kicking me occasionally.

I scolded him loudly with a stern face: "Hurry up and lick! Who told you to stop! You

can't even lick feet properly, you're useless!" Just then, the man suddenly pinched her nipple hard, and she

immediately let out a painful moan and pleaded for mercy: "Ouch! Please spare me, Master, I'm a good girl, I'll

obey, I won't dare."

"Crawl over here and kowtow to your master, thanking him for disciplining your wife." My wife had thoroughly

humiliated , and at the same time, she had been thoroughly humiliated by the man. She was then led to crawl before him and kowtowed

several times. The man was very satisfied.

"You slut, you've trained me well. I never thought you, this slut, could act like a queen,

hahaha here, let me play with your noble bare feet, Queen."

"Yes, Master." My wife immediately dropped her arrogance in front of me, obediently crawling like a dog

before the man, lying down on the floor, raising her alluring bare feet high, her toes twitching

to show her fear and submission to her master.

While my wife ordered me to crawl on the ground, she herself remained like this, raising her alluring bare feet high,

letting the man play with them. The man grabbed my wife's feet, turning her upside down. Her

once-precious bare feet, which I often licked, were now being carelessly held upside down and brutally

slapped by this filthy man.

"Bitch! Open up your thing down there and dig it out with your hands!" the man continued to command

my wife.

"Ah—ah—ah—ah—" my wife rhythmically exerted her strength, the lustful sensations gradually

numbing her pain. She used the back fingers of both hands to pry open her labia majora, her left hand's first two fingers

diligently rubbing her clitoris, while her right hand eagerly inserted into her vagina. After a few insertions,

her fingers glistened with moisture when she withdrew.

"I'll help you! Don't move, understand?" the man said, then knelt down on my wife's lower body, spreading

her labia apart and pressing her hands firmly against her inner thighs.

My wife's entire vulva was exposed, the mucous membrane a bright red and moist. He took out something he had prepared beforehand from

behind , about the thickness of a penis, resembling a spiked club.

He ruthlessly inserted it into my wife's vagina.

"—I—ah—ya, ya—" My wife lay on the other end of the sofa, her mouth agape, screaming in

agony . Her two plump thighs convulsed violently, spreading open to the sides, revealing

bulging muscles beneath the skin, twisting and then dissipating.

The man forcefully thrust the spiked club into my wife's vagina, her screams completely choked

deep in her throat. She just frantically threw her head back, white foam bubbling from her mouth.

"Ah—no, don't—again, ouch—" After a while, my wife finally let out a long

breath . The pain and shock made her focus. Urine suddenly gushed out, soaking her

vulva and getting all over the man's hand.

"You filthy bitch! How dare you piss on my hand?" the man said angrily, while pressing

the spikes of his spiked club against the inside of my wife's parted labia majora and repeatedly fiddling with her vagina.

"Ah—no—it hurts—ouch—no—" My wife's series of screams sounded

like a cat being skinned alive.

"No? I'm just looking forward to hearing a woman scream," the man said cruelly.

"No—please, please—ouch—oh—" My wife groaned, sitting up from the sofa

to see what the man was doing, and also to see what her own vagina had been done to!

"Don't rush, you slut, don't think it's over yet, it's far from over!" The man said,

shoving his spiked club into the folds connecting my wife's labia and vaginal opening.

"Ah—ouch—I—please—you—ouch—I—I—" My wife

twisted her legs desperately in pain, her toes first tensing and curling together, then stiffly

spreading back, her beautiful feet arched.

"Get down and kneel! Give me a blowjob!" The man finally stopped torturing my wife. He

sat down on the sofa, ordered my wife to kneel between his legs, then lit a cigarette and took a greedy drag. He wanted to

slowly and carefully enjoy my wife's sexual services. My wife gritted her teeth and struggled to get up from the sofa,

kneeling painfully at the man's feet.

"You filthy bitch! You'd better serve this thing of mine well, this is my reward for you. If I

don't enjoy it, I'll tear your stinking cunt apart, understand?" The man grinned maliciously, gesturing for my

wife to unzip his pants and take out his penis.

"Understood," my wife obediently replied, respectfully holding the man's pungent

penis , extending her delicate tongue to gently lick it.

The man smoked, enjoying my wife's oral service. My wife knelt naked on the ground, enduring

inhuman torture; the amount of pain she suffered, and the duration of her suffering, were entirely determined by the man.

My wife, gazing at the man's dark red, slippery glans, obsequiously took his penis into her mouth, diligently

swallowing and sucking. Gradually, the penis in her mouth swelled. The throbbing of his shaft, the burning heat, and

the fishy smell of his bodily fluids acted like catalysts, stimulating my wife and gradually eroding her fragile will. She writhed her alluring buttocks

in anguish , her vaginal fluids slowly trickling down her thighs.

My wife used her tongue to tease the man's glans, her red lips intentionally or unintentionally brushing against his urethra, her

body writhing more intensely, her breasts occasionally swaying from her sides, attracting the man's gaze.

Suddenly, the man kicked my wife's breast hard.

"Ah—!" My wife screamed, clutching her chest and falling to the ground. Before she could recover, the man

stomped a foul-smelling foot on her face and rubbed it vigorously.

The man's toes wriggled haphazardly across my wife's lips. My wife, clutching her aching breasts,

opened her lips and ingratiatingly took his toes into her mouth.

At that moment, the man leaned down, grabbed one of my wife's feet, and rubbed his penis against her slender, white

foot. My wife dared not pull her foot back, letting the man's penis move back and forth on her outstretched instep

. Her toes were tightly clustered together, like several frightened little girls embracing each other. The

man spread my wife's toes apart, placing the head of his penis between them and moving it around.

Secretions began to flow from the tip of his penis, covering my wife's toenails, glistening, some dripping onto her

soft toes, making the movement of his penis between her toes even more slippery and smooth.

The man once again parted my wife's thick labia majora, exposing her private parts; her labia minora were pink and

tender, so cute. The man groped around with his fingers.

"Mmm—mmm—" My wife couldn't help but moan. She twisted her lower body, but dared not

struggle .

The man played with my wife's vulva with abandon. His sensitive fingertips felt

the trembling After playing with it a dozen times, he noticed that every time he touched my wife's

clitoris, which peeked out from under the tender skin, my wife would tremble slightly.

The man gently touched my wife's clitoris, and her clitoris trembled

intensely She let out a soft "Ah," shifting her body, as if unwilling to let the man beneath her

discover her body's secret.

How could the man let this opportunity pass? He pressed down on my wife's hips, not letting her escape. His fingertips relentlessly pursued her

clitoris. My wife twisted her hips, trying to avoid it, but every time her clitoris was captured by his fingertips, she would

let out a low "Ah" in alarm.

"Ah—ah—ah—mmm, mmm," my wife's panicked cries gradually turned into weak moans

. Her buttocks were still wriggling, but this time she was offering her private parts to the man,

rubbing her clitoris against his fingers.

"Lie down on the sofa, stick your butt up high, spread your legs, I'm going to fuck you." The man

stood up from the sofa.

My wife did as he said and lay down on the sofa. Looking at my wife's snow-white

, pink buttocks in front of him, the man quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing his already erect penis. Then,

he walked behind her and, without hesitation, thrust into her vagina from behind.

"Thud!" His penis was fully inserted! My wife's vagina was very dry. The man's penis

hurt a little when it entered!

"Ah!" My wife cried out in pain: accompanied by her pain, the man gripped her white,

round, plump buttocks with both hands and began to fuck her, twisting his waist.

The man's penis thrust in and out violently, without tenderness, each withdrawal only reaching the edge of the vagina before being pushed

back in, and each insertion never stopping until the cervix. Extremely fast! Extremely powerful! This really put my wife through

the wringer! With each powerful thrust of the man's penis, the erect glans repeatedly rubbed against her dry vaginal walls,

like a small file scraping inside.

"Ahhh—please—it hurts so much—please—you'll kill me—please—

let me get ready before you play—ah—please don't—ah—" My

wife ; she groaned pitifully as she twisted her body, trying to pull the man's thick

penis out of her vagina.

That was exactly the effect the man wanted; he wanted this near-rape-like feeling, a feeling that was incredibly stimulating.

The excitement also thrilled him, making him even more vigorous when he was having sex with my wife! Seeing that my wife was trying to pull his penis out, he

quickly gripped her hips tightly and thrust his penis even harder into her vagina.

My wife's vagina was very narrow, and each time his penis entered, the immense pressure sent a jolt of electric shock

through The warm, tender vaginal walls gripped his penis tightly; the sensation

was unimaginable without experiencing it firsthand. The tender, red flesh at the entrance of my wife's vagina concave inwards with each thrust,

and then folded back out with each withdrawal, her labia being pulled in and out repeatedly.

"Help! No—please stop me—don't do it anymore—it hurts so much—please

—ah—" With each thrust, my wife was in unbearable pain, and a series of screams followed. Her

head swayed with the man's movements, her long hair flying wildly. The glans of his penis scraped against the dry walls of her vagina, each

time causing her to groan in pain. His penis thrust deep into her vagina again and again, the pain causing her

to instinctively try to close her thighs, but this only intensified her suffering.

The man held my wife's round buttocks and swayed her from side to side, rubbing his penis against her vaginal walls,

the glans repeatedly grinding against her cervix.

"Ah—ah—" my wife moaned, trembling all over.

"So good! Your pussy is so tight, it feels so good!" the man shouted with pleasure,

thrusting his penis even harder and more violently. He reached forward and grabbed my wife's clitoris, lower abdomen, and

pubic hair.

"Ah—ah—please stop—ah—it hurts—" my wife screamed, her body leaning

forward .

Hearing my wife's pleas, the man's penis grew larger and faster, his entire body twisting violently

. He continued to fuck my wife while forcefully kneading her breasts.

The man was now in a state of extreme excitement. His left hand slid

up my wife's long, white thigh, and suddenly he grabbed her clitoris.

"No more—please spare me—master—let me go—ah—woo—woo—"

My wife could only plead amidst the man's perverse abuse. The man gradually

reached his climax. He squeezed my wife's breasts hard with both hands, pulling them downwards

and pinching her erect nipples with his nails. My wife's beautiful, firm breasts

were deformed under the man's rough hands. The man was enjoying torturing my wife when a woman called him.

He kept whispering, "Yes—yes—good—good—" His attitude was completely

different from . And my lowly wife, without being told, crawled at the man's feet and licked his feet.

After the man finished the call, he told my wife to put on his shoes and hurriedly left. Before leaving, he gave my wife

a strict order: "You're not allowed to wear any clothes at home tonight, and you can only wear one shoe. You can't take them off even when you sleep.

You have to crawl on the ground like a dog. Understand?"

"Understood, Master."

After the man left, my wife obediently crawled back to the bedroom naked, comfortably lay on the bed,

one foot swinging in a high-heeled slipper, the other bare, and snapped at me, "You wimp, get over here and

lick my feet!

"

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