Dreaming of ghosts

He Xiang went to work, leaving only his wife, He Wanzhi, at home. He Wanzhi works as a television editor
, spending most of her time sitting in front of her computer typing. Today was no exception. In June, the
old building had no air conditioning, but the large locust tree outside the window blocked most of the sunlight. After
her daily workout, drenched in sweat, Wanzhi, wearing a white t-shirt and tight running shorts, made herself a mocha and
sat cross-legged at her desk to begin her workday.
While Wanzhi was focused on her work, a drop of grayish-green liquid appeared out of nowhere, quickly dripping into her coffee and dissolving
rapidly . Unaware of this, Wanzhi casually picked up her mocha and drank it. She only noticed that her
mocha seemed to have a little more sugar than usual, making it taste sweeter.
Fifteen minutes later, the mocha was finished. As time passed, sunlight streamed into the room, and Wanzhi
felt particularly hot and thirsty, with a tightness in her chest that was most unbearable. Helpless, she could only
lie down on she was overcome with drowsiness and drifted off to sleep…
“Mmm, so big, mmm… no… stop, quick.” In her sleep, Wan Zhi suddenly felt something inserted
into her lower body , and it was continuously violating her. She immediately woke up. Before she could see the other person’s face
clearly, a hood was already placed over her head. The hood was designed like an oversized swimming cap, completely covering her eyes,
leaving only her nose and mouth exposed. She tried to struggle, but the other person had already held her hands down. She wanted to scream, but a strip of cloth was already
stuffed into her mouth. “So much strength,” was her first thought. “So dark,” was her
second thought. “Who is it?” she finally thought of this terrifying question. She kept struggling, but
the man was too strong. In addition to tightly suppressing her, the man’s strong penis continued to violate
the white flesh beneath her. The man's engorged, veiny penis accurately pierced Wan Zhi's vagina, rhythmically thrusting in and out.
Wan Zhi's breasts rippled beneath her loose shirt
, creating waves of pleasure. There was no communication, no technique, just pure rape. After an unknown amount of time, Wan Zhi suddenly
realized a more terrifying reality: she felt excited, experiencing intense pleasure, her lower body seemingly uncontrollably
secreting fluids.
"Little slut, I'm fucking you good, aren't I? Look how soaked the sheets are, hahaha."
A hoarse voice suddenly rang in Wan Zhi's ear.
"Why? I'm being raped, but I feel something. What's going on?" Wan Zhi's mind
was in turmoil. On one hand, she felt a strong urge to resist, telling herself she had to fight back. On the other hand, she was
experiencing intense pleasure from her lower body. These two contradictory feelings combined, and whether it was the darkness or her waning strength
, she began to lose her will to think. With each increasingly rapid thrust, the pleasure washed over her
weakening reason like a tidal wave. Finally, under the man's powerful assault, an unprecedented climax arrived, and her reason collapsed
.
"Haha, you slut, you can even squirt. You must be really short of men, right? Today I'll serve you well and
satisfy you, you little whore." As he spoke, the man removed the cloth from Wan Zhi's mouth, released her hands
, and flipped her over. He grabbed her soft waist and thrust his muscular penis back into her already soaking
wet .
"Ah." Having just experienced a stimulating climax, Wan Zhi's exceptionally sensitive genitals were violated again
. She immediately let out a loud groan, her hands gripping the sheets tightly for
balance before she could even struggle. Time slowly slipped away amidst the man's foul language and Wan Zhi's moans. In the darkness, Wan
Zhi experienced climax after climax, yet the man continued his assault. She lost track of time;
in her mind's eye, he had been going at it for at least two hours. She was nearly exhausted, yet he remained unfazed.
"I can't take it anymore, please, let me go. If this continues, I'll die… ah…" Wan
Zhi pleaded weakly with the man behind her.
"Want me to let you go? Fine, beg me to ejaculate first, then I'll let you go," the man mocked.
"Ah...please, just cum...ah...I...I'm going to die...I can't take it...ah..."
After such a long and intense sexual intercourse, Wan Zhi couldn't hold on any longer. She just wanted this rape to end as soon as possible,
so lewd words came out of her mouth. But before she could finish speaking, Wan Zhi had another orgasm.
"Oh? Where do you want me to cum? Let me tell you, my offspring never miss a shot. Don't even
think about cumming outside."
At this point, Wan Zhi couldn't care less about anything else. She just wanted to escape from this hell of pleasure as soon as possible, but she still
retained a sliver of rationality, knowing that she couldn't get pregnant from this rape. "Cum...ah...cum in my...
my...mouth...ah..."
The man cursed "filthy bitch," then quickly thrust a few times, pulled out his penis, ran to the head of the bed, pressed Wan Zhi
's head down with one hand, and inserted his penis into Wan Zhi's mouth, then released his ejaculation. Wan Zhi felt a thick, hard penis thrusting into
her throat, followed by a surge of hot, thick semen filling her throat. The semen was so intense that it choked her, causing white fluid to spill from
her mouth and nostrils. A foul, fishy smell quickly filled her mouth and nose. Suddenly, the cloth covering her eyes
was removed, and a bright light entered her vision…
Before her was a snow-white gauze curtain; there was no one there. Wan Zhi took a deep breath; there was no foul smell.
Looking at herself, she was still wearing the same clothes she had on when she went to sleep. The alarm clock on the bedside table showed that she had only slept for 30
minutes.
“Was it a dream? Why would I have such a dream? Was it really a dream? Are there really dreams this real?”
As Wan Zhi pondered, she suddenly realized that her crotch was wet. She touched it and found it
was dripping wet from her erotic dream. Blushing, she went to wash her clothes… On the way, she felt ashamed and confused, yet deep down
, there was a lingering sense of satisfaction.

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