wife and old beggar

While his wife was away on a business trip, he was home alone. One night, lying in the bathtub, she observed her body and noticed her
genitals had become pink and tender. What used to be dark had now turned a youthful pink and sparse
. Her legs and feet were becoming increasingly white and tender, and even her once-pure face had become much fairer and pinker. Thinking of all these changes,
all thanks to the old beggar, and the stark contrast between his large size and her thin body, her heart fluttered.
Her small hand unconsciously reached down, and the touch sent a jolt of electricity through her.
At this moment, my wife remembered something, got out of the bathtub, dried herself, and went to the room. She opened the wardrobe and started choosing clothes.
She saw her usual office lady outfit for commuting: a fitted blazer, a tight white shirt, an A-line skirt, and pointed black stilettos with red
soles .
My wife put on a tank top, but used clothespins to hold the straps together and clipped the black top to her breasts. She wore a half-cup bra that just covered her nipples, but the areolas were showing.
She put on a tight white lace shirt and buttoned it up, but the top three buttons wouldn't close. The
shirt was already too small, and now most of her breasts were showing. She looked even more dignified. Every time my wife walked, it caused a strange
stimulation .
My wife went to the old beggar. The old beggar saw that my wife was dressed up and asked curiously, "Young lady,
are you going to work so late?" My wife didn't answer and went straight to the old beggar. She took off his pants and
pinched penis, gently scratching it with her fingernails.
The old beggar was completely bewildered. Why was this beautiful woman being so proactive today? After being exploited by his wife every
day , his body was already exhausted, especially since he was a beggar who often went hungry
. His body was already somewhat depleted.
His wife said strangely, "Don't I look beautiful today? Why aren't you very hard?" The old beggar quickly replied,
"I can't take this every day, and besides, I haven't eaten tonight, so I don't have any energy..."
His wife frowned, checked the time—it was past 11 pm—and since there was no one outside, she
said to the old beggar, "Come with me."
The old beggar and his wife returned home. Fortunately, no one saw them on the way. His beautiful wife was taking an old beggar
home . Once home, his wife breathed a sigh of relief.
I made a few sandwiches for the old beggar, and he wolfed them down. After he finished eating, he carefully
examined his wife under the bright light. He couldn't see her clearly from the outside. Usually, he only saw his wife in the early
morning clearly under such bright light. She was truly stunningly beautiful. She was wearing
a business suit, which gave her a capable and aloof air. Her pure face looked like a fairy.
The wife said, "After you've eaten, you have to do me a favor."
The old beggar nodded quickly, saying he'd do anything. The wife said, "I need you to take pictures of me."
The old beggar said, "But I don't know how."
The wife said, "It's okay, I'll teach you, it's very simple."
The wife went to the room, took out her DSLR camera, set it to point-and-shoot mode, and gave the old beggar a few instructions. She said to the old beggar,
"Later, when you see me doing something nice, take a picture, okay?"
The old beggar quickly said, "Okay, I mean take a picture of your nice poses, big sister."
When they came to the living room, the wife struck a few poses to tease the old beggar. The old beggar quickly took
pictures. At this moment, the wife turned her back to the old beggar and bent over at a 90-degree angle. Because her skirt was very short, everything below was visible when she bent over.
The old beggar saw that the wife was using a wooden clamp to pull her long, wide-open legs apart, and a little bit of vaginal fluid was flowing out. The old
beggar quickly took a picture and then walked behind the wife, pointed the camera at her, and took a hard picture. Looking at the wife's
angelic face and her devilish lower body, the contrast was so great that he couldn't control himself.
The old beggar, as if possessed, reached out and touched his wife's vulva. His wife didn't object, and the old beggar, overjoyed
, tentatively inserted one finger, causing her to splatter. Later, unable to bear it any longer, she
sat on the sofa with her legs spread in an M-shape.
The old beggar quickly snapped two photos, stammering. His wife asked, "What did you say?"
The old beggar said, "Can I…?"
His wife interrupted, "No! But you can do whatever you want, except you can't use your…".
The old beggar, as if receiving a royal decree, stopped taking photos, switched to video mode, and put it aside. The old beggar knelt beside
the sofa, carefully examining his wife's vulva, and then inserted two fingers again. His dark
fingers drawing out fluids onto the sofa. The old beggar gently kissed his wife's feet and licked
her high heels. He didn't miss the entire instep and heels exposed by the shallow, thin heels, leaving them covered in his saliva. At this point, the old beggar switched to using three fingers and could still insert them. He took off his wife's other high heel, put it on his own, smeared some of her semen on it, and placed it inside the heel. His testicles were positioned at the back of the heel, fitting perfectly. Just then, his wife got up, and the old beggar stopped, grasping his own hand. Stimulated by his wife's earlier sounds, the old beggar suddenly lost control and ejaculated, shooting entirely into his wife's slender high heel, almost filling the toe box. Seeing the ejaculation inside the shoe, his wife, with a determined heart, took it and inserted it into her vagina. Because the old beggar had already inserted three fingers, the high heel offered little resistance, and she almost slid in. Seeing this, the old beggar quickly took his hand and helped his wife insert it, repeatedly moving the toe box in and out of her vagina. The semen inside seemed to be decreasing, presumably absorbed during the thrusting . The old beggar went faster and faster, using one hand to help his wife while he masturbated with the other . Seeing his wife's body convulse, he stood up and ejaculated into her face. Although not as much as the first time, it was still a considerable amount, landing on her face, nose, forehead, and lips. Because her mouth was open, a large amount also entered her mouth. After they finished , the old beggar picked up his camera and started taking pictures. His wife was covered in sweat, her eyes glazed, her red lips parting and closing, semen . Her angelic, pure face was now covered in the old, ugly beggar's semen. The high heels inserted inside her were squeezed out, along with some of the old beggar's semen and other fluids—a truly disgusting sight. His wife gradually calmed down and told the old beggar to go home. The old beggar went to the door, saw a pair of white stilettos on the shoe rack, and casually took them out. His wife saw this but didn't say anything. After the old beggar left, his wife picked up her camera and looked through the pictures—they were all of herself. Walking into the room, looking at herself in the mirror, she scraped the remaining hair from her face with her fingers and fed it to her small, cherry-like mouth . Her wife smiled inexplicably as she sucked on her finger. [The End]

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