[Intimate Lovers] (Husband tied up watching his wife being raped)

Wenwen

wandered aimlessly down the street, her mind

blank .

Wenwen and Jiahao were classmates in college. Back then, Wenwen was the most beautiful girl in the department—beautiful, generous, and with

many suitors. Jiahao, taking advantage of the start of the semester, swiftly won her

heart .

They dated for six years before finally becoming husband and wife. Jiahao was Wenwen's only

man, and Wenwen was Jiahao's only woman. But Wenwen never expected that just a year into their marriage, their romantic

relationship would be tainted. How could Wenwen, who was used to being pampered, bear this? "

Wife!" A familiar figure appeared before Wenwen. "Wife, why did you run away? I

was so worried about you," Jiahao said anxiously.

Wenwen, still angry, ignored Jiahao and turned to leave.

"Wenwen, please let me explain," Jiahao said, reaching out to grab Wenwen's hand, but she shook him off.

In truth, Jiahao deeply loved Wenwen. However, for him, Wenwen was the only

woman . Like other men, he longed to experience the taste of other women, and it was this desire that led him to make

a grave mistake—getting involved with the new receptionist at his company.

Jiahao was now filled with regret, but it was too late.

Beautiful women, especially, have fiery tempers, and Jiahao's anger towards Wenwen made it difficult to win her back.

The two walked along the street, arguing and pulling at each other. No matter what Jiahao said, Wenwen refused to listen.

Wenwen was truly heartbroken and furious. She thought back to how many boys had been so devoted to her, always

obedient and compliant . How dare Jiahao treat her like this

? As they walked, an underground bar appeared ahead. Wenwen thought, "You've done this once, I'll do it again.

Since you can fool around with other women, I'll make you intimate with other men right in front of you. Let's see who's afraid of whom.

" Seeing Jiahao catching up behind her, she turned and headed straight for the bar.

Jiahao knew Wenwen was throwing a tantrum and, unsure of her intentions, followed her inside.

The bar was dimly lit. Wenwen glanced around and saw

three One was in his forties, and the other two, in their thirties, sat next to him and opposite him, all smoking cigarettes, seemingly

there to discuss business.

Wenwen walked straight over and asked, "Gentlemen, would you like some drinks?"

"Of course, please," said the forty-year-old man, his eyes darting around,

seemingly unsurprised.

"I want to sit here," Wenwen said, pointing between the two men, deliberately trying to annoy Jiahao.

"Heh, that's perfect," the two men stood up, and Wenwen sat down

in the middle .

Jiahao knew Wenwen's intentions. He stepped forward and said to her, "Wife, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong

. Come back with me, we can talk about it there."

But Wenwen retorted, "Who's your wife, sir? I don't know you at all. Don't call me that

."

"Wenwen, stop it, let's go back," Jiahao continued.

The forty-year-old man, realizing Jiahao and Wenwen were having a marital spat, was secretly

pleased today; this beautiful woman was actually a respectable woman.

He spoke up, "Sir, this lady says she doesn't know you. Please don't disturb

our , he took the opportunity to put his left arm around Wenwen's slender waist.

"You!" Jiahao, seeing this, felt a surge of anger. He pointed at the forty-year-old man and tried

to pull .

Just then, three blond-haired youths approached and blocked Jiahao's way. The taller

one asked, "What's the matter?"

The forty-year-old man chimed in, "He's bothering us while we're drinking."

Jiahao angrily retorted, "Who told him to grope my wife?"

The blond youth glanced at Wenwen and asked, "Is he your husband?"

Wenwen, seeing Jiahao's embarrassment, felt a surge of satisfaction and replied, "No, I don't know him

. But if he wants to sit down and have a drink too, I don't mind, as long as he's quiet and doesn't

make a fuss."

The youth turned to Jiahao and said, "Did you hear that? You'd better not cause trouble here. If you

dare disturb my guests, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Jiahao was seething with anger, but with his wife there, even though it was embarrassing, he didn't dare

leave . He could only sit down at the nearby table, glaring angrily at Wenwen.

Wenwen deliberately leaned against the man, said "Cheers," and started drinking with him.

The forty-year-old man's hand slowly slid along Wenwen's waist, occasionally brushing against her round

buttocks.

After two drinks, Wenwen inexplicably felt a bloating and pain in her abdomen, her vagina secreted a lot of

slippery fluid, her breasts swelled, and she had an intense urge to have sex, a feeling that grew stronger and stronger

, impossible to suppress.

Wenwen gradually found the man's caresses very comfortable, and even hoped he would put his hand inside her clothes, her body

involuntarily leaning against the middle-aged man.

Jiahao, seeing Wenwen going too far and seemingly ignoring him, was furious, almost about to explode,

but dared not retaliate, so he ordered a drink himself.

Because Wenwen was caught in the middle, and the bar was dimly lit and the music was loud, Jiahao couldn't see clearly

that the middle-aged man had already brazenly put his hand inside Wenwen's clothes. Jiahao was also unaware that they

had put a strong aphrodisiac powder in Wenwen's drink, and Wenwen's libido was so high that she could no longer control herself.

"Your skin is so beautiful," the man exclaimed, his hands freely kneading Wenwen's soft breasts.

Wenwen felt incredibly shy; this was the first man other than Jiahao to touch her body. But for some reason, she

didn't want to leave his hands. She found it especially pleasurable to have her breasts squeezed, particularly when he pinched

her protruding nipples, which excited her immensely.

Her bra was long gone, and Wenwen didn't care. She lay against the man's chest,

panting , like a traveler in the desert, unbearably thirsty.

The man, having grown tired of Wenwen's upper body, began to move his hands down her lower body.

The buttons on Wenwen's pants were undone, and her waistband immediately loosened. The man

then into Wenwen's crotch from the front and back.

"No…" Wenwen moaned softly. After all, that was the most shameful part of a girl's body,

a place Wenwen had only ever opened up to Jiahao in her life.

Wenwen tried to stop the man's advances, but the drug was taking effect, and her resistance was too weak.

The middle-aged man easily reached between Wenwen's legs.

His left hand went around Wenwen's full buttocks and pressed against her perineum, while his right hand was entirely against her

genitals.

Wenwen felt a pleasurable sensation, but being touched by a stranger still made her feel

unbearably ashamed and indignant.

Wenwen buried her flushed face in the man's chest, too ashamed to look up. This suited the man's desires perfectly.

The middle-aged man's fingers trembled as he brazenly manipulated Wenwen's tender labia majora and minora, rubbing her pubic

hair.

Wenwen's vagina was already filled with a thick fluid, which, aroused by the man's teasing, overflowed, leaving the vaginal

opening wet and sticky.

The man's fingers, pinching Wenwen's two tender labia, quickly found the moist opening. With

a gentle , he smoothly inserted it into Wenwen's warm vagina.

The man skillfully and swiftly searched upwards along the vaginal walls, quickly placing his middle finger on

a specific .

Wenwen's vagina was elastic, tightly gripping the man's finger, as

tender . Even though the man was experienced, he couldn't withstand such stimulation; his penis was already swollen enough to burst through his pants.

The man skillfully rotated his middle finger, gradually applying pressure to the upper vaginal wall.

An indescribable sensation stimulated Wenwen, growing stronger and stronger. Wenwen felt as if her

body was no longer under her control; she felt dizzy, her body convulsed, and her legs involuntarily spread open.

The man hooked his finger around Wenwen's vagina, like a hook, and began to vibrate rhythmically.

"Listen carefully, isn't there a crisp, watery sound?" the man whispered in Wenwen's ear. A "squeak~

squeak~ squeak~" sound emanated from her vagina as his middle finger bent.

Wenwen immediately felt a throbbing pain in her lower abdomen, her buttocks twitching uncontrollably. She could no longer hold back, and streams of

fluid gushed from her vagina, soaking the man's entire palm and his underwear.

Taking advantage of Wenwen's orgasm, the man helped her put her pants back on, then helped the limp Wenwen to her feet to pay

the bill , seemingly heading elsewhere.

Only then did Jiahao realize that something was wrong with Wenwen; she only showed this wanton expression in bed

.

The forty-year-old man whispered something to the blond-haired young men, then the two

young men who looked like his lackeys, along with the three men, helped Wenwen towards the elevator.

Jiahao rushed forward and called out "Wife!" a few times, but Wenwen didn't answer. The two blond-haired young men blocked Jiahao's way,

preventing him from going any further.

"Wenwen..." Jiahao was anxious, but he was outnumbered and couldn't get close to his wife.

Wenwen's consciousness was a little hazy. She still hated Jiahao for his infidelity and wanted to make him

suffer . So she said to the men, "Let him come up."

Actually, Wenwen had no idea what to do next. Anger combined with the effects of the aphrodisiac made her

mind a mess.

Jiahao was also very confused. He didn't realize that Wenwen was no longer under his control and just

followed the five men into the room.

If Jiahao had been more firm in stopping Wenwen, she would have listened to him. However, when they entered the room

, it was too late.

The forty-year-old man locked the door and began kissing Wenwen passionately. Jiahao tried to stop him,

but was restrained by the other men.

Fearing Jiahao would ruin their encounter, the men found rope, tied him up, gagged him,

and threw him aside.

Jiahao couldn't move or scream; he sat on the stool like a dead man, helplessly watching

his beloved wife being violated.

Wenwen, breathless from the man's kisses, watched her husband bound and

helpless .

The man's skilled tongue made her body temperature rise rapidly, her lust surging.

The man pulled down Wenwen's pants; her pubic hair was soaked, and her underwear was drenched—the

drug was truly potent.

The man stripped Wenwen naked, caressing and kissing her smooth, white skin. His

mature beard stimulated every inch of her skin, the rough roots digging into her tender skin, causing a strange pleasure that was both itchy

and painful .

While kissing Wenwen, the man removed his own clothes, kissing her all over. The intense

stimulation brought her to another climax, glistening fluid dripping from her pink petals. Wenwen

climaxed again.

Seizing the opportunity, the man straddled Wenwen's legs, holding her slender waist, and thrust his already erect penis into her vagina. Completely defenseless in her climax,

Wenwen 's labia minora

parted weakly, her vaginal opening slightly parted like a flower bud. The man easily inserted his large penis into

her body.

The thick, hard penis stretched Wenwen's narrow vagina open, giving her an unusually comfortable feeling. At the same time, Wenwen realized

that a strange man was penetrating her. However, under the influence of the drugs, Wenwen could no longer resist

the penis that brought her pleasure, and she completely forgot that she was ovulating. For Wenwen,

desire had conquered everything.

The middle-aged man played with Wenwen's soft breasts while swinging his lower body back and forth dramatically. His long penis

was almost fully extended, then pressed back to the very end of her vagina. The swollen glans drew out thick fluid,

which flowed down her buttocks, soaking the sheets.

Her elastic breasts changed shape in the man's hands, and his prominent nipples were

pinched hard.

After all, she was someone else's wife. The middle-aged man showed absolutely no mercy. His hands gripped Wenwen

's breasts like iron bars, and he thrust his lower body with all his might, slamming it against Wenwen's round buttocks with a slapping sound, as if

he wouldn't stop until he penetrated her body.

Jiahao watched from the side, feeling a pang of heartache. They had been married for a year, and he had never treated Wenwen like this before.

Under the influence of the drug, Wenwen seemed to be enjoying it immensely, moaning loudly beneath the man,

twisting her waist upwards with each powerful thrust.

Wenwen quickly climaxed again, her vagina reflexively contracting, thick fluid covering the man's entire

penis Wenwen's buttocks and abdomen trembled slightly, her legs hooked around the man's back, seemingly gesturing for him to penetrate deeper

.

The man simply lay down, biting Wenwen's left breast, immediately leaving two rows of red teeth marks.

The man gnawed at Wenwen's tender breasts like a mad dog, the force and speed of his thrusts increasing. Jiahao

knew he was about to ejaculate.

Sure enough, the man suddenly pulled Wenwen's petite body tightly into his arms, their lower abdomens

pressed together. The man's waist bent, and his thick, long penis was completely inside Wenwen's body.

Jiahao turned his head to the side; he really didn't want to see this scene. He knew that the man was now

ejaculating freely onto his wife.

The man penetrated very deeply; the tip of his glans had reached Wenwen's cervix. He used all his strength, injecting all

the semen into Wenwen's uterus like an injection.

The man's penis was quite powerful; Wenwen could clearly feel the gushes of liquid violently impacting

the depths of her body, and quite frequently—seven or eight thick streams of semen shot inside her.

An overwhelming sense of satisfaction welled up within Wenwen, but when she turned her head and saw Jiahao beside her, she snapped back to reality.

Good heavens, what had she done? She had been intimate with a strange man, right in

front of her husband, and during her fertile period, she had let him ejaculate inside her.

But it was too late. The man's semen had already completely filled Wenwen's uterus, and his once-erect

penis was gradually softening.

The man greedily nibbled at Wenwen's neck, face, and breasts again before finally leaving her

body, satisfied.

The forty-year-old man finished, lit a cigarette, and rested. One of the men, in his thirties,

couldn't wait to take his place. Wenwen's drug hadn't completely worn off, and having just finished, her body was as limp as dough

; she couldn't resist at all, and the second man easily entered her.

The tingling sensation still lingered in Wenwen's vagina, and after a few thrusts, her desire

intensified .

She quickly reached another climax, responding to the man's advances.

The man was somewhat overweight, his round, fat belly making it almost impossible for Wenwen to breathe. With

each thrust of his penis, his movements became faster and faster.

Finally, like the first man, he pressed

his penis deep inside Wenwen and ejaculated.

Wenwen was exhausted from having sex with two men in succession, and the effects of the drug were gradually wearing off. She felt

extremely ashamed; it was all her fault for being so willful.

Wenwen didn't want to continue. She tried to sit up, but the third man, seeing how long the first

two had enjoyed themselves, wasn't about to let her go so easily.

He took a glass of water mixed with the aphrodisiac, held Wenwen's shoulders, and said, "Thirsty? Here, drink some water."

Wenwen refused to drink, so the man pinched her nose and forced her to drink the entire glass. Wenwen

quickly became consumed by lust again, losing all reason.

The third man also ejaculated inside Wenwen.

After the three men had their turn, they let the two blond-haired young men take their place. Not only that, the forty-year-old

man called two more men, and from then on, Wenwen was completely reduced to a public toilet for these seven men.

Wenwen's uterus was filled with the men's semen.

As soon as the blond-haired young man finished ejaculating inside Wenwen, the cloudy white fluid overflowed from her vagina.

They helped Wenwen up and made her kneel down; the white semen formed a stream, extending from her vagina all the way to

the sheets, forming a large puddle. After the semen had drained, they wiped Wenwen's vulva clean with tissues and continued

, ejaculating into her uterus.

In this way, the seven men gang-raped Wenwen in front of Jiahao all night. Wenwen's uterus was repeatedly

filled , then overflowed, only to be filled again. By dawn, poor Wenwen had collapsed from exhaustion and fainted

.

The seven men, having taken turns several times, were exhausted and dressed, leaving

Jiahao, who was tightly bound, and Wenwen, who was naked, behind.

The man in his early forties even took Wenwen's underwear.

(Continued)

Wenwen was gang-raped by seven men all night and fainted from the excessive sexual intercourse.

Jiahao, tied to a stool, hadn't slept a wink all night and also fell asleep from exhaustion.

When they woke up, it was already noon. Jiahao was awakened by his wife's faint moans. He opened his eyes and saw Wenwen

's naked body trembling slightly on the bed—Jiahao knew that his wife's body would convulse whenever she had nightmares.

Wenwen's body and the sheets were covered in semen, and the room smelled fishy. Her firm breasts were covered in

nail marks and teeth marks, and her waist and buttocks were scratched in many places, with clear, bloody bruises

on her snow-white skin.

"Wife," Jiahao called out a few times with heartache.

Her husband's calls gradually brought Wenwen back to her senses, and her beautiful eyes slowly opened.

"Wenwen, how are you?" Jiahao called out anxiously.

Wenwen looked very weak. She weakly turned her head and saw Jiahao tightly bound to a stool beside her

. Tears immediately streamed down her face.

Wenwen crawled to Jiahao's side, knelt before him, and stretched out her trembling hands, trying to

untie . However, she couldn't muster any strength, and the ropes were tied so tightly that she couldn't untie them no matter what she did.

"Wenwen, are you alright?"

"I'm fine..." Wenwen was already sobbing uncontrollably, "Husband, I'm sorry..."

"No, it's my fault, wife," Jiahao said softly.

Wenwen cried even harder, "Husband, my lower body...it hurts so much..."

Jiahao asked with concern, "Which part? Does it hurt badly?"

Wenwen nodded, "My vaginal opening...it hurts so much..."

As she spoke, a stream of white liquid flowed from Wenwen's inner thighs, continuously

forming a thin line between her body and the ground.

Wenwen lowered her head in shame and anger. At this moment, she truly didn't know how to face her beloved Jiahao.

The semen flowed slowly, occasionally stopping, but the amount flowing out was quite substantial,

soaking a large area of the carpet between Wenwen's legs.

Jiahao, standing beside her, was both shocked and furious. Those seven beasts had actually ejaculated so much semen into Wenwen's uterus.

Wenwen knelt and continued to tremble as she tried to untie the ropes for Jiahao, but unfortunately, she was too weak to untie the knots,

and tears streamed down her face in desperation.

Jiahao's hands were numb from the rope binding them. He said to Wenwen, "Wife, don't try anymore

. Get dressed and go out to call some friends for help."

"No, no..." Wenwen buried her head in Jiahao's chest, crying, "Husband, I don't want to leave

you again."

"Silly girl," Jiahao gently kissed Wenwen's long hair, "It's only for a while.

How can we be together if you don't untie me?"

Wenwen remained pressed against Jiahao's chest, refusing to leave, only crying.

Wenwen's warm breasts pressed against Jiahao's body. Even through the thin clothes, Jiahao could feel her alluring

heat, but he knew this wasn't the time to think about such things.

He continued to comfort Wenwen, saying, "Be good, listen to me. Put your clothes on first, then go out and find someone to help you,

preferably someone you know, okay?"

Wenwen knew this couldn't go on, but the effects of the aphrodisiac hadn't completely worn off, and she

still felt hot all over, occasionally fantasizing about something being inserted into her vagina.

Wenwen was afraid of being impolite to go out like this, but she didn't dare tell Jiahao that she still wanted to have sex. More importantly,

her husband was still tied up. She had no choice but to go out.

Wenwen took a tissue and wiped the semen from her vaginal opening and the surrounding area. Jiahao, who was beside her, asked with concern,

"Wife, does it still hurt down there?"

"Mmm." Wenwen nodded.

"Come on, let your husband take a look." Jiahao said.

Wenwen raised her smooth buttocks and presented them to Jiahao.

So beautiful, two pink petals drooped softly to the sides. Because of repeated intercourse, the vaginal opening was

stretched so wide that it could not close, slightly open like a flower stamen, revealing tender folds. The pink flesh

was slightly darker than the labia minora and labia majora, and it was covered with glistening fluid, looking more and more delicate. It was a pity that her hands and feet were tied up,

otherwise Jiahao would definitely have gone up and had sex with his wife properly.

Jiahao examined her for a while and said to Wenwen, "It's okay, it's probably just from doing too much. It'll get better in a couple of days

."

Wenwen's underwear had been taken away, so she had to just put on her outer clothes.

Wenwen realized she didn't have her key card when she went out. She had no choice but to lock the door and figure out how to open it later

.

Wenwen gently closed the door, thinking, "Honey, don't worry, I'll be back to save you soon."

Wenwen's first thought was of Zhipeng, the boy who had pursued her in college. She went downstairs, found his phone, and called him.

She only told him that Jiahao had gotten drunk the night before and caused some trouble, hoping Zhipeng could help.

As expected, Zhipeng readily agreed, and 30 minutes later, he appeared. Zhipeng was a classmate of Jiahao and Wenwen

, and was humble and polite. Seeing him finally calmed Wenwen down a bit.

"Where's Jiahao?" Zhipeng asked as soon as they met.

"Upstairs, come with me." Wenwen took Zhipeng's hand and entered the elevator, pressing the 14th floor button. The two

stood together waiting for the elevator to move.

Wenwen's burning hot hand gripped Zhipeng tightly, their palms touching. Wenwen would occasionally, intentionally or unintentionally, rub

their palms together, making Zhipeng's heart pound.

Zhipeng wasn't married yet, and he had always liked Wenwen, but he knew she loved Jiahao,

so had always kept his feelings buried deep inside.

The high-concentration aphrodisiac he'd been given the night before was now stimulating Wenwen's senses again. Her vaginal opening was starting to feel sore and swollen

, filled with a slippery fluid, and her nipples were protruding. She unconsciously fantasized about

having sex with Zhipeng beside her.

Wenwen held Zhipeng's hand tightly, hoping to calm herself down quickly, but for some reason,

her body's reactions grew stronger, with a strong urge to be penetrated.

Just as Wenwen was desperately resisting these physical changes, the elevator suddenly stopped halfway through the floors.

It was truly a case of misfortunes never coming singly. No matter how many times Zhipeng and Wenwen pressed the alarm, it wouldn't go off. Then

, even the lights went out, plunging the elevator into complete darkness.

"Zhipeng, I'm scared," Wenwen, who was always afraid of the dark, cried out and

threw herself into Zhipeng's arms. "Don't be afraid, I'm here," Zhipeng said,

holding her close. A sense of security welled up inside Wenwen, and

she pressed herself even closer to Zhipeng. "Uh..." Wenwen moaned in Zhipeng

's arms, completely unable to control herself. She tilted her head back and suddenly kissed Zhipeng on the lips.

Zhipeng didn't know what was happening, but how could he, a man of youthful vigor, resist the temptation of his goddess?

Their lips met, their breaths mingling, their tongues intertwined, unable to separate.

Zhipeng's desire was gradually ignited. His hands tightened, pressing Wenwen's firm breasts against his

body. The tight embrace only fueled Wenwen's excitement.

Wenwen's lower body suddenly trembled slightly, then she leaned

weakly gripping his back, her breath coming in gasps.

Wenwen had actually climaxed in Zhipeng's embrace; gushing fluids spurted from the top of her vaginal walls, landing inside her

contracting vagina and overflowing from the opening, leaving her lower body soaking wet. Wenwen's

alluring beauty ignited Zhipeng's lust; his erection was already high.

Wenwen's right hand pressed against Zhipeng's crotch, stroking it repeatedly, as if saying: "Give it to me, I want it!"

How could Zhipeng possibly restrain himself? He almost violently pulled off Wenwen's shirt and pressed her against the elevator wall.

On one side, he passionately kissed the beauty's smooth skin.

Five years, five years of unrequited love. The beauty's body had appeared countless times in Zhipeng's dreams, and now it had finally

become reality.

Zhipeng greedily licked every part of Wenwen's body, recording her perfect

figure .

Zhipeng pulled down Wenwen's pants. He never imagined that his goddess wouldn't even be wearing underwear, but what did it matter? The naked body he had longed for was now firmly before his eyes. Although he couldn't see

anything in the darkness , Zhipeng's hands, tongue, and lips could feel it—so real, so wonderful. 　　Zhipeng entered Wenwen's vagina without difficulty. It was warm and slippery; the feeling of being embraced was so fulfilling, so perfect. 　　Zhipeng carefully pushed his thick penis to the end of Wenwen's vagina, carefully savoring every inch of the elastic vaginal walls. Finally, Zhipeng inserted his penis to the very bottom of his dream lover's vagina. Wenwen trembled with excitement, her abdomen and buttocks shaking incessantly. 　　Zhipeng bent down, taking Wenwen's prominent nipple into his mouth and tracing circles on it with his tongue, while simultaneously beginning slowly thrust into her body. 　　"One, two, three, four..." Zhipeng silently counted in his mind, wanting to remember the vivid feeling of each thrust, to remember how much pleasure each penetration brought to his first love. Every was so important, so worthy of his remembrance. 　　Wenwen was already beyond control, clinging to Zhipeng with her limbs, panting softly, fully enjoying Zhipeng 's sincere and tender love. 　　Zhipeng's thrusting force and frequency gradually increased, Wenwen twisting her slender waist back and forth, responding to Zhipeng 's thrusts. Wenwen's desire surged, her body convulsing incessantly, like a faucet that couldn't be turned off, freely spraying out a woman's tenderness. The point where their bodies were joined was now intricately intertwined, the delicate fluid soaking Zhipeng's penis and testicles, the wondrous sounds produced with each thrust intoxicating them both. 　　Zhipeng's emotions were nearing their peak; a tingling, numbing sensation ran down his spine, urging him to release. 　　Zhipeng stopped moving, reluctantly holding his beloved in his arms, so tightly, so deeply, as if there was no space for thought between them. 　　"Wenwen... I'm about to cum..." Zhipeng's hands, tightly embracing Wenwen, explored every inch her body, how reluctant he was to part with this body he had longed for day and night. 　　"Will you cum inside me?" Wenwen asked breathlessly. 　　"Yes... Wenwen, do you know? This is all my love juice. The more I shoot inside, the more I love you," Zhipeng said affectionately. "I'll definitely shoot more than Jiahao." 　　"Heh... don't tease me," Wenwen smiled knowingly. "Then shoot, but you must shoot inside my uterus, otherwise the little tadpoles will run out quickly." 　　"Mmm..." Zhipeng assumed the most suitable position for exertion and began his final thrust. His penis moved in and out of Wenwen's body with great force. The large glans slid across every inch of the jade cave's walls, from the vaginal opening to the cervix, rubbing repeatedly. 　　Zhipeng increased the speed to the maximum. He wanted to enjoy the beauty's body as much as possible in the short time before his body's energy exploded . He wanted to let the person he loved most feel his strong charm. 　　A tingling, numbing pleasure coursed through every cell of her body like an electric current. Zhipeng's lower body pounded violently against Wenwen 's clitoris, the intense pressure bringing her unprecedented pleasure. Warm, lubricating fluid gushed from her vagina , flowing down her buttocks and onto the ground. 　　Zhipeng finally ejaculated, whispering "I love you" in Wenwen's ear before thrusting his penis deep inside her. His strong glans pressed against the opening of Wenwen's cervix, and thick semen was powerfully ejaculated, spraying into Wenwen's uterus. 　　Zhipeng almost strained his muscles to contract his penis, and Wenwen could clearly feel each ejaculation, as powerful as if it were being sprayed from a high-pressure jet. If Zhipeng's semen could actually enter her uterus, Wenwen was certain it wouldn't just flow in. 　　Zhipeng's ejaculation was indeed plentiful; the powerful ejaculation lasted five or six seconds, each time sending large clumps of thick, gelatinous semen into Wenwen's body. 　　The strong and powerful Zhipeng pressed the soft, delicate body firmly onto the floor, his long penis inserted to its deepest point, continuously injecting semen into Wenwen's body until he could no longer ejaculate. 　　After ejaculating, Zhipeng lingered on Wenwen, caressing her soft breasts and beautiful face. He truly wished they could stay trapped in this dark elevator forever, never to be separated from Wenwen. 　　"Zhipeng, your thing is all soft, are you still reluctant to come out?" Wenwen, seemingly reborn, patted Zhipeng's back and said quietly. 　　"No!" Zhipeng shook his head, "If I could, I'd rather never come out." 　　"Hehe, you're so childish." Wenwen laughed. 　　"It's not childish," Zhipeng said. "Wenwen, it's been five years. You should understand how I feel. You've always been my angel. Really, I never imagined I could be so intimate with you. It's like a dream. I envy him so much, being able to share a bed with you every day. It might not mean much , but for me, it's a dreamlike experience. I'll never forget it." 　　Women love sweet words, especially Wenwen, who had gone through so much hardship. She was deeply moved . 　　She stroked Zhipeng's muscles and passionately kissed his lips. 　　She knew she still loved Jiahao, but Zhipeng had appeared when she needed help the most and solved her problem with the aphrodisiac. Wenwen felt she should offer up this dark time for Zhipeng to possess her once , to repay his sincere heart. 　　Wenwen gently said to Zhipeng, "Your thing is soft. It's no use inside. Take it out, let me help you." 　　Zhipeng understood what Wenwen meant, and he obediently withdrew his limp penis from Wenwen's body. 　　Wenwen then said, "Come on, sit here." 　　Zhipeng sat on Wenwen's shoulder as she said. Wenwen held Zhipeng's waist, took his penis in her mouth , and licked all the remaining liquid off it.

Zhipeng was incredibly excited. The person he loved most was giving him oral sex. He hated his useless penis;

it wouldn't get hard again even after ejaculating.

Wenwen didn't mind at all. She patiently licked every part of his limp penis

until it regained its strength.

He knew Wenwen was a clean freak and a very hygienic girl. The fact that she was giving him oral sex made

Zhipeng feel like the happiest person in the world.

Zhipeng entered Wenwen's body again, their naked bodies merging deeply into one. Wenwen

whispered tenderly in Zhipeng's ear, "Zhipeng, I know you're good to me. Having someone love

me so much makes me feel so happy, but I already have my own family. I love Jiahao, you know that."

Wenwen paused, then continued, "Today we're trapped here. No matter how long the darkness lasts,

as long as we're here, I'm yours. My body, my soul, my spirit—they're all yours. I want to repay you with this

brief time, without..." "I'll give you whatever you want, but you have to promise me that after we

see the light of day again, you'll completely forget me. You have to find your own love, your own life, find

a girl who loves you too, and love her well, okay?"

Zhipeng was overwhelmed with emotion, nodding repeatedly, "Yes, Wenwen, I'll do whatever you say."

Wenwen smiled happily, saying tenderly, "Okay, from now on, I'm your

intimate lover. Give me all the love you've given me over the past five years, and don't hold back a single bit

."

"Wenwen, I love you..." Zhipeng couldn't say anything more; a thousand words couldn't compare to these few

words.

"Zhipeng, I love you too..."

[The End]

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