The depravity of a married man

The QQ message notification snapped Lu Jianing out of his reverie. He
'd been busy with work lately and hadn't been online for a long time.
The message was from someone he'd deleted from his friend list.
Lu Jianing didn't want to reply, but after a moment's hesitation, he softened and opened the message.
"Are you alright?"
The person he'd once saved as "Husband" in his contact list sent him this message.
"What's wrong? Didn't we agree not to contact each other after we got married?" Lu Jianing blushed slightly, remembering their past
foolishness .
"I just can't forget you," he replied, sounding very sincere.
Lu Jianing ignored him. He was a man too; he knew how much of that sweet talk was just empty words.
Seeing that Lu Jianing hadn't replied, the other person sent a picture.
In the photo, a naked man is roughly embracing a petite woman. The woman is wearing a
sexy black sheer nightgown with lace trim, and alluring black lace stockings. She's wearing
white her heels pressed tightly together, clearly in a state of arousal.
Her disheveled hair falls over her forehead, obscuring her face.
But Lu Jianing knows that the woman beneath her hair has a heavily made-up face, radiating desire.
Because that woman is Lu Jianing.
Yes, Lu Jianing is a cross-dresser.
Seeing that picture, Lu Jianing's heart skipped a beat, and she guiltily glanced back.
The other party kept sending photos, one after another, each more explicit than the last. There were pictures of Lu Jianing in sexy lingerie
, wearing a long, straight black wig, fiery red lips, and ultra-high heels, slumped over
a dressing table , letting a man thrust into her from behind. Another picture showed her kneeling on a bed, her sexy
, full buttocks raised, clad only in pure white stockings and wild, long blonde hair, twisting her hips while masturbating and yearning for a man's
lustful advances.
Remembering her past promiscuity, Lu Jianing's face grew increasingly hot. She hadn't touched anything for over a year, and
she had vowed to be a proper man, a good husband to Xiao Zhen, yet she had once been like a
prostitute who couldn't live without men, constantly panting and moaning under other men's legs.
"I want to see you so much, I miss you so much."
Those words instantly broke down Lu Jianing's defenses.
Lu Jianing pleaded almost desperately, "Please don't do this."
"I want to have you, I want to fuck you hard," the other person said aggressively.
Lu Jianing resigned himself to his fate. He sadly realized that he, too, longed for that man, longed for the time
he spent with him, dressed in women's clothing.
"Come on," Lu Jianing said, "My wife is away on a business trip, she won't be back until the day after tomorrow."
With that, Lu Jianing hung up the phone.
After hanging up, Lu Jianing felt a surge of excitement.
He had been married to his wife for over a year, and their sex life had always been perfunctory. Although Xiao Zhen was also very horny
and adventurous in bed, giving him oral sex, breast sex, and even penetrating
anus, Lu Jianing only felt a spark of excitement when Xiao Zhen licked his anus with her tongue
. Although Xiao Zhen's tongue couldn't fully satisfy his empty rear, it always brought a sense of satisfaction to his itchy
body.
For some reason, every time Lu Jianing saw Xiao Zhen with her red lips on his not-so-large penis
, Xu Guoan couldn't help but feel envious.
He envied her for being able to serve a man so openly.
He, too, longed to be like her, moaning and groaning beneath a man; he... longed to be a woman.
Recalling all this, Lu Jianing felt her whole body burning with desire. Thinking of
the man who was about to arrive, the man who had shown her the beauty of the world of women, Lu Jianing could
n't contain herself.
She rummaged through her wardrobe; all the women's clothes she had bought before had been thrown away at her wedding. Thinking back to what she had said
about saying goodbye to the past, it all seemed like a joke.
In the year or two since she had thrown away her women's clothes, she had been a model husband, a dutiful son, a loving wife, and
respectful to her elders. But in this peaceful life, Lu Jianing always felt that something was missing. It wasn't
until he called that Lu Jianing suddenly realized.
What was missing was a man.
The man's name was Zhang Yong, but Lu Jianing preferred to call him "husband" when they were together.
His wife, Xiao Zhen, was a fashionable woman who bought rather revealing clothes,
which were more tasteful than the ones Lu Jianing had bought herself before.
His beard had become stubble-ridden from neglect, so Lu Jianing took out Xiao Zhen's eyebrow trimming tools and plucked it bit by bit.
Gritting his teeth, he then trimmed his eyebrows, transforming the slightly thick ones into
two curved willow-leaf brows. The person in the mirror instantly looked much more refined.
Although trimming his eyebrows might arouse Xiao Zhen's suspicion, Lu Jianing wanted to present a perfect, feminine image to the man he was
about He smiled charmingly at himself in the mirror, as if the soul of the person in the mirror had also become
that of a woman.
Afterward, Lu Jianing dealt with her leg hair. Lu Jianing didn't have much body hair to begin with, and a little hair removal cream was
enough to make her legs smooth and slender, like those of online leg models.
Next, Lu Jianing opened Xiao Zhen's cosmetics box. Xiao Zhen worked in public relations
and was very meticulous about buying cosmetics.
First, she applied a light layer of foundation, then gently brushed on some foundation powder.
Lu Jianing had taken estrogen for a period of time, during which time her breasts grew to a B cup. Although they disappeared
after , her skin remained fair and rosy, delicate and flawless, even Xiao Zhen was somewhat
envious.
She then applied bright red lipstick, a slightly heavy eyeliner, and a dark blue eyeshadow
. This would make her look somewhat sultry, but Lu Jianing remembered Xu Feng saying that he liked her dressed like a
prostitute , a seductive look that easily made men unable to resist.
Finally, Lu Jianing changed into a pink thong with lace trim, followed by sheer
black stockings, a matching purple lace lingerie nightgown, and finally a wig.
In the mirror, a sexy and alluring beauty immediately appeared.
Looking at her completely feminine self, Lu Jianing's heart seemed to soften, and she grew increasingly expectant.
She thought of the man who was about to arrive.
Time ticked by, and although not much time had passed, Lu Jianing felt
like a wanton woman who hadn't been with a man in a long time, thirsting and shamelessly waiting for his favor.
About half an hour later, there was a knock on the door.
Lu Jianing eagerly opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, the man pressed Lu Jianing against the wall and greedily began to kiss her.
The man didn't say anything, but his right hand had already skillfully reached Lu Jianing's long-awaited
anus.
Lu Jianing knew that she was no different from a woman who was aroused and wanton.
"Zhang Yong~ I missed you so much." Lu Jianing was intoxicated by the man's superb kissing skills and breathed softly.
"You slut." Zhang Yong lifted Lu Jianing up, but Lu Jianing felt something like an iron rod touching her buttocks
through her thin nightgown.
"Want it?" Zhang Yong chuckled, giving Lu Jianing's plump buttocks a rather unceremonious squeeze with
one hand.
Lu Jianing let out a soft moan, her eyes half-closed in a seductive trance, and responded in a barely audible whisper, "I want it so badly..."
Zhang Yong laughed heartily, "I'll make you satisfied in a moment, you little slut."
Lu Jianing found herself captivated by the disorienting feeling of being seen as a seductive woman; it almost
made her lose her senses.
"You little slut, you're so incredibly horny." Zhang Yong placed Lu Jianing on the bed.
Half-reclining on the bed, Lu Jianing's expression was dazed, her pink lips parted slightly,
a seductive look that begged for a man's touch.
"Come here, lick it." Zhang Yong stood at the edge of the bed and unbuckled his belt.
Lu Jianing seemed to be attracted by the man's enormous member, and knelt down submissively,
crawling across the bed like a female dog.
"Good girl," Zhang Yong said.
Lu Jianing felt himself becoming intoxicated by the rich masculine scent, so beautiful, so
exciting—a stimulation that could never be compared to having sex with a woman.
"You should be a woman, you should be a slut moaning under a man's crotch.
A slut dreaming of being a normal man is a joke."
With his mouth stuffed with a dildo, Lu Jianing could only let out coquettish moans. His eyes, filled with lust, were actually spurting out a white, large penis
from this vile humiliation.
Having ejaculated, Lu Jianing's mind regained some of its rationality, but Zhang Yong suddenly pressed his
head down, bringing his mouth to the spot where Lu Jianing had ejaculated.
"Lick it clean, you slutty bitch," Zhang Yong humiliated. "Disobedient, aren't you?"
Lu Jianing felt the strange emotions had just begun to subside, but Zhang Yong wouldn't let him breathe a sigh of relief.
His head was being held down, making it impossible for him to move. As his lust began to wane, Lu Jianing's mind started
to fill with guilt.
"No~" Lu Jianing mumbled, trying to struggle.
Zhang Yong slapped his buttocks hard: "Lick it, you lowly, despicable transvestite." "
Perhaps Zhang Yong had also been holding back for a long time. This time, unlike his usual refined manners, he was savage, as if he were
raping Lu Jianing.
Lu Jianing felt her mind go blank. She, a man, had actually
ejaculated while licking another man's penis... How despicable.
To stop herself from thinking, Lu Jianing resignedly began licking her meager, white semen.
Glancing sideways, in the mirror beside the bed, a sexy and alluring woman in a purple onesie nightgown
was bending over, her pert buttocks sticking out, head down, licking the thin, white liquid beside the bed.
'I am a woman, I am a despicable prostitute serving a man, a wanton
slut .'" "
Lu Jianing's mind was filled with such thoughts, completely forgetting that he was already a married
man with a wife.
Zhang Yong's breathing became louder and louder. After Lu Jianing licked his own semen clean, he reached out
and began to knead Lu Jianing's thighs, which were clad in black stockings.
Zhang Yong's rough, calloused hands touched his stockinged legs, and Lu Jianing was momentarily confused and infatuated.
Lu Jianing 's legs were unexpectedly sensitive, especially after putting on stockings. When a man kneaded them, she felt weak all over
.
Lu Jianing's moans grew louder and louder, and her body began to slowly twist on the bed.
"Mmm...mmm...be gentle." Lu Jianing's moans grew louder as her lust intensified,
sounding like a passionate, horny woman.
"I want to fuck you! I want to fuck you!" "At this moment, Zhang Yong seemed to transform into a beast. He felt he
was losing control, lowered his head, and took Lu Jianing's toes, clad in black stockings, into his mouth, sucking on
them.
For over a year of marriage, Lu Jianing had felt a constant emptiness, a lack of sexual satisfaction
; his intimacy with his wife had always been perfunctory.
But now, seeing Zhang Yong take his black-stockinged foot into his mouth, Lu Jianing understood: what he
needed was a man's comfort, what he needed was a man's love.
Zhang Yong roughly played with Lu Jianing's long, sexy black-stockinged legs, saliva dripping onto the stockings,
appearing so absurd and obscene.
'Do you want it?' Zhang Yong's predatory gaze fell upon Lu Jianing.
Lu Jianing's body went limp, and she said to Zhang Yong in a wanton voice, 'My dear husband, I want it.'" "My
little cunt is so itchy~~ Give it to me~~ Tonight I'm your woman~~"
Completely consumed by lust, Lu Jianing was oblivious to the
fact that her husband was now being played with by another man, calling him "husband."
What ?
Hearing Lu Jianing's lewd moans, Zhang Yong couldn't resist either.
He picked Lu Jianing up, turned her around, and made the transvestite kneel on the bed,
spreading her pink anus.
His fingers probed, and Lu Jianing's pink anus was full of fluid. Her swollen, red penis
hung between her legs in her black stockings, looking unexpectedly obscene and lewd.
"You slut!" Zhang Yong cursed viciously.
Lu Jianing raised her buttocks, looking down at herself like a bitch begging for pleasure, her buttocks thrust out.
Waiting for the man's entry, her own male member was dripping wetly, as if
stimulating the man's lust behind her.
"I want...I want it, husband~I want you to fuck me hard~~My anus is so itchy."
Zhang Yong grabbed Lu Jianing's fair penis and kneaded it gently with his large hand. At the same time, he inserted his own penis, which was a full size larger than Lu Jianing's, into
the lewd man's anus . Under the dual stimulation of the anus and the penis, the long-lost fullness made Lu Jianing let out a satisfied moan: "Ah~~ Ah~~ So good~~ So comfortable~~ Husband, your penis is so big and powerful~~~ Ah~~ It feels so good inside me~~ Ah~~ Ah~~ I can't take it~~ Fuck me hard~~" The moans grew louder and louder, filling the entire room with lewdness. Zhang Yong squeezed Lu Jianing's penis hard while lewdly laughing: "My penis is that of a real man, where's yours? Aren't you shameless? You clearly have a penis that can fuck people, but now you're kneeling here, wearing..." "Only a lowly prostitute would wear stockings and high heels, kneeling like a bitch, letting another man fuck you. Tell me, aren't you shameless?" Lu Jianing, consumed by lust, had long forgotten what shame was, writhing as she enjoyed the man's thrusts . "Ah~~ I'm not a man~~ I'm a lowly transvestite male whore~~ My penis is just an ornament~ a useless piece of trash~~ My husband's penis is the real man~~ Ah~~ the man who can bring me real pleasure ~~" "You slut!" Zhang Yong roared and forcefully pulled his penis out of Lu Jianing's anus, spraying semen all over her as he did so. Lu Jianing was still reveling in the ecstasy she had just experienced, completely unaware that her own penis had already ejaculated, the white fluid flowing onto her red thong and black stockings . One of her red high heels was barely hanging on her foot, her wig disheveled, her eyes slicked back with sweat and semen —no one would associate this woman with a man. After what seemed like an eternity, once they had both recovered, Zhang Yong said, wrapping his arms around Lu Jianing's waist and lifting her up. After the climax, clarity always outweighed lust . Lu Jianing blushed and gently pushed him away: "I want to take a shower first." Zhang Yong didn't stop him. In the bathroom, Lu Jianing let the hot water flow over his body, a body that, though naked, still appeared somewhat feminine. He had always felt that his cross-dressing fetish was like SM, a special kind of sexual fetish. Apart from that, he was a good man, a normal man. But today's stimulation left him stunned for a long time. After washing and drying himself, Lu Jianing hesitated for a moment, then put on the purple nightgown and lingerie he had worn outside the room. When he returned to the room, Zhang Yong was lying on the bed, playing with a video camera. Lu Jianing leaned over to look and saw that it was footage of their lovemaking. "Delete it." Lu Jianing blushed and tried to snatch it to delete it. Zhang Yong stopped him, "When you're not with me, I can watch this to satisfy myself." " His words sounded like a joke, yet undeniably serious, leaving Lu Jianing unable to calm down for a long time. She climbed into bed, nestled against Zhang Yong, and lay down. Directly in front of the bed, a photo of Lu Jianing and his wife, Xiaoling, stood out starkly. In the photo , he was handsome and dashing, while his wife, Xiaoling, was charming and adorable. But now, he was wearing women's pajamas, nestled in another man's arms. Lost in this confused and disorienting feeling, Lu Jianing drifted off to sleep. When she woke up the next day, Zhang Yong was gone. Lu Jianing checked the time; it was already past 2 PM. Startled, she jumped out of bed . Beside the bed was a bottle of medicine and a note in Zhang Yong's handwriting: 'I have something to do and have to leave. I know you have a sensitive stomach; this is some stomach medicine for you.'" Lu Jianing stared blankly at the bottle of pills, wanting to throw it away but unable to bear it. He sighed , shook out a pill, and swallowed it. Lu Jianing felt as if everything that happened last night was a dream; he had woken up today, and the dream was over. Taking off his women's nightgown, Lu Jianing looked at the wedding photo on the bedside table. He thought to himself, "I'm still a normal man. I'm still Xiaoling's good husband. I'm just a man with strange fetishes. After satisfying my own, I'm still normal." Under this self-deception, Lu Jianing finally felt a little better. After all, many times, when men can keep it a secret, they often can't resist indulging in excessive fun. Xiaoling returned home that evening. Lu Jianing prepared a sumptuous candlelight dinner for her. The two enjoyed a delicious meal prepared by Lu Jianing under the romantic candlelight. Xiaoling giggled, "Honey, what you make is much better than mine." Hearing Xiaoling call him "husband," Lu Jianing felt a strange sense of guilt well up inside him. Just a day earlier, in this very space, Lu Jianing had been calling another man " husband . " But for some reason, this strange guilt excited Lu Jianing. Xiaoling keenly sensed her husband's reaction. Her passionate red lips met his. "Mmm..." Lu Jianing groaned, and the two quickly embraced and rolled onto the bed. Xiaoling impatiently pulled down Lu Jianing's suit pants, her nimble hands skillfully playing with his penis . But it remained only semi-erect. Xiaoling let out a muffled groan; she knew her husband was acting strangely, but she didn't think too much about it. While one hand played with his penis, the other hand penetrated deep into Lu Jianing's anus. Lu Jianing's penis indeed became as hard as iron. With a soft "plop," Lu Jianing's entire shaft was inserted into Xiaoling's wet vagina. She didn't know how long she thrust before Xiaoling finally let out a satisfied groan. She had orgasmed.

But Lu Jianing had no desire to ejaculate at all. Looking at Xiaoling's satisfied expression, Lu Jianing was lost in
thought , wondering if he had the same
expression when Zhang Yong had taken him yesterday, wearing black stockings and high heels.
That night, as they were going to bed, Xiaoling smiled and said, "Honey, are you troubled by something, or... do you have another
woman?"
Lu Jianing's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly explained, "No. I definitely don't have another woman!"
"You don't need to be so nervous," Xiaoling nestled in his arms, "I was just joking." Feeling
Xiaoling's forgiveness, Lu Jianing's guilt intensified.
Yes, she didn't have another woman… she had gone to be another man's woman.
Holding Xiaoling, they drifted off to sleep.
For the next few days, Lu Jianing remained in a strange, hazy state, her sexual desires unfulfilled.
At she would unconsciously stare at her male colleagues' crotches, her mind filled with lustful thoughts of being penetrated by men. She also enjoyed looking at
women's legs, and these past few days she had been doing so, even more so, fantasizing about wearing
black stockings and high heels, a sexy office lady skirt, walking in public, enjoying the voyeuristic gazes of other men.
Lu Jianing also tried to alleviate this lustful yearning through intimacy with Xiaoling, but… Every time, Xiaoling would
climax, but he had no desire to ejaculate at all. This made Xiaoling constantly say, "Honey, you've become so
amazing .
" His stomach discomfort was getting worse, so Lu Jianing increased the dosage of the stomach medicine Zhang Yong had given him.
Only when he took the medicine did Lu Jianing feel a little better.
It was another weekend, and Lu Jianing sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. He inadvertently noticed the sexy
stockings his wife had left on the floor. He picked them up and stroked them on his thigh.
He longed, longed to wear sexy women's clothing and have a man soothe his unbearably itchy cunt.
Just then, Xiaoling pushed open the door and came in.
Seeing Lu Jianing's actions, she blushed, without thinking too much: "Honey, you want it again?"
"Yes, I want it." "Lu Jianing subconsciously responded, then suddenly remembered that the person speaking to him
was his wife, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
"What's wrong with you lately..." Xiaoling blushed: "No, I have to work overtime urgently tonight, and I'm going on a business trip for
several days . I have to go now."
Only then did Lu Jianing notice the bag behind Xiaoling.
After seeing Xiaoling off, the lust in Lu Jianing's mind could no longer be suppressed.
At this moment, he still had a sliver of male self-esteem left. When he opened his phone, he found Zhang Yong's number
. Hesitating whether to call, he inadvertently found a number called Xiaoya.
Xiaoya was a prostitute that Lu Jianing had hired before. He had hired her to test whether he was a cross-dresser
or... liked men.
That day, Lu Jianing was wearing a red leather tight-fitting miniskirt. A skirt, crystal high heels, and black
stockings. She had put on a wig and makeup even more dramatic than the prostitute who had arrived. She had booked a room at the hotel and was waiting
for the prostitute to arrive. The
one who opened the door was Xiaoya. Xiaoya was indeed quite pretty, but compared to Lu Jianing in women's clothing, she lacked
a certain allure.
Xiaoya wore a black sheer, transparent cover-up, a matching black sheer mini-skirt that tightly
hugged her shapely hips, flesh-colored stockings, and nearly seven-centimeter high stiletto heels. She was incredibly sexy.
Upon seeing Lu Jianing, Xiaoya hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, miss, I don't take female clients."
"I'll give you three times the price." "Lu Jianing lowered his voice, deliberately lowering it.
Although was still gentle, it was still unmistakably that of a man.
Xiaoya immediately became curious: "You... are you a man?"
Lu Jianing nodded without speaking.
Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps tempted by the triple price, Xiaoya half-heartedly went along with Lu Jianing
.
Although Lu Jianing was handsome, with a pretty face and a slender figure that rivaled that of a woman, his penis was significantly larger
than that of an average man. Once erect, it could not be contained by any women's underwear.
That night, with Xiaoya, two enchanting bewitches shared a night of passion. Their thighs, clad in stockings, intertwined, their high
heels scattered on the floor, like the most deadly temptation, drawing in every man. Sexual beings.
After it was over, Xiaoya left her number with Lu Jianing, saying he was welcome to come back to her next time.
Xiaoya smiled and helped Lu Jianing fix his slightly messy wig: "This feeling is strange."
But Lu Jianing felt that although he had ejaculated, there was always a part of his inexplicable desire that
had not been satisfied.
In fact, Lu Jianing had no idea that he was not a cross-dresser. His women's clothing was only for seducing
men .
He liked men. He liked the feeling of being played with by men while wearing lewd women's clothing. For him
, seeing women's clothing was a strong sexual suggestion, a suggestion that made him immerse himself in the world of women and
unable extricate himself.
As soon as he dialed Xiaoya's number, Xiaoya answered quickly.
"Hey, it's you, sister."
"You remember me?" Lu Jianing was a little curious.
"How could you not remember such a special person as your sister?" Xiaoya chuckled: "It's been a long time since you came to see
Xiaoya ."
"I'll come to see you." After hesitating for a moment, Lu Jianing decided against going to see Zhang Yong.
He figured it would be enough to just release his lust, as the intense shame of seeing Zhang Yong was something he
didn't want to recall.
After a moment's hesitation, the desire within Lu Jianing tempted him to go out dressed in women's clothing.
After changing into a black silk mini-dress, Lu Jianing felt a strange emptiness in his lower body—a wonderfully peculiar feeling
. He realized that men could never truly understand this sensation unless they tried wearing a mini-dress themselves.
And the smooth stockings... Lu Jianing especially... She liked the smooth feel of wearing stockings; after massaging them a few times
, her face wasn't oily and felt slightly hot.
She put on a pair of pink high-heeled sandals, applied makeup, and donned a wig.
Lu Jianing picked up a women's bag that Xiaoling had discarded, packed some documents inside, and went out.
Previously, when she went out in women's clothing, Zhang Yong always accompanied her. This was the first time she had gone out alone in women's clothing,
and Lu Jianing was somewhat nervous.
But the intense and lustful gazes of the men made Lu Jianing instantly feel at ease.
The feeling was just amazing.
Xiaoya was waiting for him at a hotel.
Just after Lu Jianing got on the elevator,
he .
"That woman is so beautiful! She's a prostitute, I really want to fuck her hard."
"Don't talk nonsense, someone so beautiful must be some high-ranking official's mistress! Be careful not to offend someone."
When he heard him say "fuck her," Lu Jianing's legs went weak, and he wanted to just fall into his arms and let him fuck
him.
When they entered the room, Xiaoya screamed: "Sister, you're still so beautiful." "
He embraced Lu Jianing, and the two passionately kissed.
Before they even reached the bed, they were already sprawled on the thick hotel floor. Just moments before, when
the man had said he wanted to have sex with Lu Jianing, his penis was already in a strange state of excitement, stiff and
erect. If it weren't for a handbag, the thin silk skirt wouldn't have been able to conceal his
already erect penis.
Xiaoya licked Lu Jianing's already rock-hard penis through his underwear and stockings, soaking his pink
underwear .
"Mmm...ah...mmm...sister's penis tastes so pungent."
Xiaoya said softly as she licked.
Lu Jianing felt increasingly itchy, and he began to actively respond to Xiaoya's licking. His whole body was
comfortably dressed by Xiaoya, but he had no desire to ejaculate.
Instead, he felt his anus becoming increasingly uncomfortable and itchy.
"Sister is sexually unsatisfied." "Xiaoya teased.
"Oh...oh...oh...oh...so good...mmm...oh...so good, I want it,
I want more." Lu Jianing moaned, like a prostitute craving a man, completely forgetting
that she was a man.
"It's a pity that the younger sister can't give the older sister more." Xiaoya pinched Lu Jianing's somewhat plump buttocks and
smiled .
Just then, the doorbell rang.
The doorbell brought Lu Jianing back to her senses, and she asked alertly, "Who is it?" "
Don't worry, sister, they are my clients." Xiaoya
opened the door, and four men walked into the room one after another.
The men were visibly stunned when they saw that besides Xiaoya, there was an even more beautiful "woman" in the room
.
One of them joked, "What's wrong, Xiaoya? Buy one get one free today?"
Xiaoya sat behind Lu Jianing and lifted Lu Jianing's skirt. Although there were stockings and
lace- trimmed panties, Lu Jianing's already erect penis was still exposed to the men.
The men gasped.
Lu Jianing was also startled by Xiaoya's action and tried to break free, but Xiaoya whispered in her ear
, "Didn't you want more, sister?"
For a moment, Lu Jianing seemed to be infected by the lewd atmosphere and couldn't say no.
"Leave it to me," Xiaoya said. "My clients are all people of status; they will keep it confidential
." "
After saying this, Lu Jianing wavered a bit. After all, most men
are willing to go all out as long as it's kept secret.
" A transvestite, huh? "One of the men looked on, hesitant: 'Why don't you guys go for it? I don't want to play anymore.
'
Upon hearing this, Xiaoya immediately pulled down Lu Jianing's thin silk skirt, revealing her white buttocks, and then
stuck out her tongue to lick Lu Jianing's inner thighs.
'My sister is a slutty, promiscuous transvestite, a shameless slut who needs a man to fuck her!' He
desperately needed a big, hard cock to satisfy him, to thrust into him hard.
Hearing Xiaoya say this, Lu Jianing let out a soft moan, his face contorted with a lewd and seductive
expression . In that instant, it was as if the succumbing beast within him had been completely aroused: 'Mmm, mmm! Oh!
Harder! Thrust in harder!'" "Oh...oh...brothers, I'm not a man, I'm your daughter,
a bitch who , begging for your big cocks...um..."
As soon as she said this, Lu Jianing felt something inside her burst forth, and she couldn't hold it back anymore
.
Men are men, I can't take it anymore, this male slut is too horny. "One of the men couldn't take it anymore
and took off his suit pants, exposing his thick penis.
Lu Jianing was now sitting on the carpet, kneeling like a female slave, her two long, slender legs in black stockings
spread out in an M shape, her pink tongue constantly licking her bright red lips. Any man would be unable to resist looking at her.
" "Ugh...mmm..." Lu Jianing groaned. The man walked over and
blocked Lu Jianing's pink mouth with his thick penis.
A strong masculine scent instantly filled the emptiness in Lu Jianing's heart. No matter how he had done it with his wife before
, no matter how Xiaoya had caressed his white penis, it now uncontrollably ejaculated like a pillar,
wetting a large area of the front of his black stockings.
"Damn, this slut actually came, how perverted." The man who was feeding Lu Jianing his
penis was surprised and exclaimed in surprise: "This slut in drag actually came because of another man,
so sexy." The humiliation inflicted by the
man quickly filled Lu Jianing's mind with lust after a brief respite. A
feeling of complete subservience to the man's lewd power arose within her. Lu Jianing felt incredibly soft all over
; the feeling of being loved by a man was truly wonderful.
Just then, another man couldn't resist and came over. His penis, erect and pressing against Lu Jianing's black-stockinged buttocks through
her trousers , became erect.
Lu Jianing knelt on the floor, her mouth filled with a thick penis, while the man behind her also removed
his clothes. His equally thick penis slowly rubbed against Lu Jianing's plump buttocks. Lu Jianing felt as if she
had been struck by lightning; the tingling sensation caused her sensitive anus to begin secreting lustful fluid.

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