【Foolishly, I offered my girlfriend up with both hands】(01) 【Author: What is a human being?】

Author: What is a Person
Word Count: 10544

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Chapter 1

My name is Ross, a student studying in Shanghai. I have a girlfriend named
Jiafen high school, four years now. From high school until now, Jiafen's clothing style has always been
consistent: "completely covered up." She always buttons her shirts all the way up, and she rarely wears
shorts. Sometimes, Ross is already secretly pleased if she wears capri pants. As for skirts, excuse?
I didn't know skirts existed in this world...

Of course, this isn't a conservative style, but rather her unique aesthetic. Why do I say this?
Because she also has the same requirement for me, thinking that I look better when I button up the top button of my clothes...

In small matters, Jiafen is very independent; in her view, adhering to these
principles is more important than anything else. However, in important matters, she relies heavily on me.

For example, during the college entrance exam, her mock exam scores were much better than mine. Even though
her scores were higher than mine, when filling out her college application, she chose a less desirable university
so could be in the same school as me. Moreover, to prolong the time she spent with me,
she even gave up her dream of becoming a violinist, despite having studied violin since childhood, and enrolled in a second-tier university in Shanghai.

After a year of university, I grew tired of the dormitory and strongly insisted that Jiafen and I find an
apartment to live together. Unable to resist my pleas, Jiafen compromised and set some conditions.

Jiafen blushed slightly: "Are you thinking of renting a place outside so you can do 'that' whenever you want?"

I smiled shyly, feigning embarrassment: "Oh, what do you take me for? Your husband is a respectable man!"

"Speaking of which..." I knew I had to be righteous at this point, so I put away my smile and said seriously:
"You don't know how unhygienic the boys' dorms are. Your husband is a germaphobe, as you know.
Besides, I don't smoke, and my socks and underwear are always dirty and unwashed, and I'm inhaling secondhand smoke every day. I really
can't take it anymore ... Please help me, wife, okay?"

At the end, I put on a pitiful look and looked at her pleadingly.

Jiafen couldn't take it anymore: "Okay, but on one condition: we have to share an apartment with other people."

"Huh?" I looked very reluctant.

Jiafen gave me a dangerous smile: "Do you have other ideas?"

"No, no..." I wiped the sweat from my forehead.

"Hmph..."

Although Jiafen didn't get into the music academy, she still joined the music club at school and got to know
many One of them lived in a two-bedroom apartment with her boyfriend, and they were a little short on money lately,
so they wanted to find someone to share the apartment with. The only requirement was that they had to be a couple.

Jiafen introduced me to this senior student, and we hit it off immediately, and that's how the co-renting began.

The senior student's name was Ya'er, and she was a third-year student. That day, she was wearing a white embroidered tight-fitting short cheongsam with
the hem 20 centimeters above her knees and slits on both sides up to her upper thighs. She was tall, and I estimated she
was about 168 cm tall. Wearing 8-centimeter silver stilettos, she was only slightly shorter than me. Her hair was styled

in an updo, revealing delicate, small ears. Her round, lotus-root-like arms were exposed, and
a peach-shaped opening appeared beneath the high collar of her cheongsam. The otherwise unpromising design, however
, created a small cleavage due to her ample bosom. The cinched waist perfectly accentuated her already near-perfect curves, complemented by her swaying
hips and long, slender legs.

I could almost hear myself swallowing hard, quickly averting my gaze
to her features to avoid embarrassment. Her perfectly applied makeup highlighted her already excellent
natural beauty . Seeing me look at her, she smiled alluringly.

I felt another wave of dizziness and quickly pulled out my phone to hide my embarrassment. Meanwhile, Jiafen,
oblivious to my discomfort, chatted with her senior, Ya'er.

We agreed on the plan that day, and Jiafen and I moved in that same day. After a busy afternoon, we finally finished moving everything.
Just then, a tall, strong figure walked in through the door. Johnson was Ya'er's boyfriend, and he had been working
for two years . They met at a social gathering, and he now worked at an equity investment firm. He was wearing
a dark blue suit as he went home after work.

Johnson walked over to Ya'er, put an arm around her waist, pressed her breasts
against his body, and gazed at each other affectionately for a moment. Then he turned to Jiafen and me, shook hands with me, and
said with a hearty laugh, "You two must be the newcomers. I'm a few years older, so just call me Brother Qiang. From now on, we
'll be living under the same roof. Don't hesitate to come to me if you need anything. Although I
haven't very long, I have some connections."

"Brother Qiang, I heard from my senior that you work in finance, and Jiafen is studying business. We'll have to ask you for advice in the future
," I quickly replied with a smile.

"Oh?" Johnson released my hand and instead grasped Jiafen's small hand, looking her up and down. "
This must be your sister-in-law, right? It's alright, feel free to ask me any questions in the future."

Before she could speak, Johnson turned to face everyone and said, "I'm happy today, so I'll
treat dinner."

After dinner, we all returned to our respective rooms.

I was idly fiddling with my laptop when I glanced at Jiafen, who was bending over tidying up her bed.
Her loose jeans made her look a bit overweight. Actually, I was holding back a lot of lust today. Ever since I saw
that hot senior, my penis had been in a semi-erect state. When I was helping Jiafen move things,
every move she made—bending over, raising her arms, squatting, walking—was incredibly attractive to me.
As soon as she moved even slightly, I would immediately get hard, and then I would have to force myself to distract myself to
return to that semi-erect state.

This back and forth kept my anger going, especially during dinner. Johnson
didn't seem to care that we were there; he was flirting with Ya'er, and there were often
scenes that made me so envious and jealous that I wanted to explode. The dinner table conveniently masked my embarrassment, so I didn't try to distract
myself . As a result, my anger only intensified.

Even the loose jeans that would normally be considered an eyesore seemed unusually sexy to me.

I stared intently at Jiafen's buttocks, walked up to her, and touched them.

"Ah..." Jiafen gasped.

Johnson's voice came through the wall: "Bro, what's wrong with your wife? Do you need my help?"

"Nothing, nothing..." Jiafen turned around and punched me twice before replying.

Jiafen's voice was a little deep: "What are you doing?"

"Wife, look at me..." I pointed to my crotch, my pants were bulging.

She blushed: "You pervert, all you think about is this."

"Wife, well, we haven't been intimate for almost two weeks." I had lost my mind, hugging her
and rubbing against her, starting to grope her.

Jiafen struggled a few times, then punched me hard: "Are you kidding me! The seniors are in another
room!"

Without saying a word, I pounced on her on the bed, taking off my clothes and kissing her haphazardly. Jiafen
was still struggling silently, her fists clenched and pounding wildly against me, making muffled "thump" sounds.

I seized an opportunity, swiftly kissing her right neck, then pulled away, watching
her triumphantly.

Her right neck was always a sensitive spot for Jiafen; usually, a kiss there would make her go limp and
stop struggling.

Sure enough, attacked on her sensitive spot, Jiafen's face immediately flushed red, and her neck visibly
turned as well. She tilted her head back, burying it under the covers, lying softly on the bed, panting heavily. Seeing
her like this, I smiled smugly and began to take off my shirt. Unexpectedly,

Jiafen bit her lip, and taking advantage of my inability to see while I was taking off my t-shirt, she kicked me off the bed.
With a "ouch," I fell off the bed, closed my eyes, leaned against the wall, took a few deep breaths, got up, picked up a
pillow, and walked towards me.

I looked at her in horror, not expecting my usual trick to be ineffective. I blocked her pillow attack
while looking for an opening. In a brief lull in her attack, I darted around and grabbed her from behind, forcefully pressing her onto
the bed. I kissed her neck several times from behind, then licked behind her ears a few more times, before returning to
the right side of her neck and taking deep breaths.

Jiafen was completely limp now, utterly powerless to struggle, and could only watch helplessly as I undressed her
.

"Ross, you won't get a single penny of pocket money from me this month..." Jiafen's voice was barely audible,
her soft whisper conveying a sense of despair.

From her watery eyes and her biting lip, I could tell she was serious.

Since that was the case, I had no choice but to go all in. Before she could even take off her shirt, I unbuttoned it and
pulled down her pants and underwear together. Just as they were down to her knees, I impatiently pressed my penis
against her vulva.

Jiafen started breathing rapidly again, shaking her head back and forth: "Ross, cover my face with the pillow,
or you won't get a single penny this month!"

It's always like this; I can't even enjoy her expression...

I'm worried she won't even pay for my meals, so I obediently cover her face.

Then I started thrusting.

As soon as I entered, I felt a great resistance. I thrust in forcefully, the fleshy walls tightly enveloping me. At this moment,
my attention was completely focused on my lower body, feeling as if my entire body had entered that wonderful place, moist
and warm, every inch incredibly comfortable. The space inside was winding and convoluted, those folds
stimulating my penis from different angles.

I couldn't help but groan, closing my eyes, and began to thrust in and out forcefully. This process
might seem boring to others, but to me, it felt like the whole world was that connecting place. Then I
started thinking of Senior Ya'er, her silver high heels, her pert, full buttocks, her two
high, firm breasts, her swaying, supple waist, and that foxy face. I fucking wanted to shoot myself into her!

"Mmm...mmm..." Although Jiafen was trying her best to suppress it, I could still vaguely hear soft
moans, which excited me even more.

Lust overwhelmed my mind, and I started thinking about doing something even more outrageous. Every time I
forced , I would suffer severe retaliation afterward, so she usually wouldn't let me touch her neck or
ears, so that she could barely stay awake and at least have the strength to cover her face and chest with the blanket.

The positions were also heavily controlled by her; so far, I had only tried the traditional missionary position. But
today I wanted to try a different position; I had wanted to try doggy style for a long time.

My eyes were red, and ignoring her objections and struggles, I forcefully turned her around. Jiafen struggled with all her might
, but no matter how hard I tried, she wouldn't budge.

"No, no, Ross, don't do this...you're hurting me..." Jiafen

's voice was already trembling with tears. Hearing her cries, I gradually calmed down and began to regret my actions; my penis started to soften.

At this moment, I was at a loss, unsure whether to continue or comfort her. Finally, a knock on the door
startled me: "Brother, is your wife crying? What's wrong?"

Johnson politely didn't barge in, but simply comforted me, "Let's talk things over slowly. Do you want
to go out for a late-night snack? Senior Ya'er just went out."

"Uh...Brother Johnson, you guys eat." I said, tidying my clothes.

Hearing the soft sobs, I began to feel a great sense of guilt, constantly comforting her, "Jiafen,
I was wrong, I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

Surprisingly, Jiafen didn't say anything more, just hummed in agreement, and then slowly stopped crying.

After that, they didn't restrict my allowance, and life continued as usual, only now it became much more exciting.

Senior Ya'er dressed very provocatively every day, getting up very early to wash and put on makeup in the bathroom. Being a hopelessly lazy
person, I never got up early, so every time I saw Senior Ya'er, she was impeccably made up and dressed
very sexily.

Senior Ya'er especially loved wearing skirts, and occasionally hot pants, showing off her long, fair legs. She
also frequently wore stockings and high heels, amplifying her allure a hundredfold. Her style was always a
mix of revealing tops and covering bottoms, either showing off her long legs or wearing low-cut tops and long pants. One weekend...
That time, Senior Ya'er wore long pants and a long-sleeved shirt for the first time, but it exposed her navel.
As , I noticed a tattoo on her back near her buttocks, shaped like a pair of outstretched wings.

At that moment, I felt a rush of heat to my nose, and my mind involuntarily began to imagine what it would feel like to have sex with Senior Ya'er from
behind . My eyes could see her beautifully contoured back, her lowered waist, her large, round buttocks
, and the tattoo connecting her waist and buttocks. Beneath the outstretched wings tattoo, a pointed point led to the cleft of my buttocks where my penis would enter .

That night, I had another passionate encounter with Jiafen.

Of course, I didn't dare to cross any lines again, only engaging in the missionary position as before.

But the image that lingered in my mind kept stimulating my nerves. When could
I finally have sex with Senior Ya'er? I'd die happy if I could.

...

After that, I unexpectedly came across a tutorial post on how to take candid
photos . Upon first seeing this, without any conscious search, my brain automatically
conjured up countless images of Senior Ya'er from various angles.

Especially from above and below. I stroked my chin and thought carefully; from above, it seemed difficult to achieve without a webcam
. So I studied various techniques for shooting from below repeatedly before deciding to put them
into practice.

That Friday evening, the four of us, led by me, quickly decided to buy some groceries and cook at home
. Senior Ya'er was good at grilling steak, while Jiafen was good at making dumplings, so we made a fusion of Chinese and Western dishes.

As soon as it was served, I eagerly picked up a piece of cabbage dumpling, swallowed it despite it being too hot, and
immediately gave Jiafen a thumbs up. Since we got together, because I love dumplings, Jiafen had practiced a lot,
which is how she developed such a delicious dish.

Next, I tried the steak. Actually, grilling steak isn't difficult; often it's already marinated,
and with a little control over the heat, it's hard to make it bad. Of course, I still showered Ya'er with
compliments.

While eating, I placed my prepared bag aside. Inside was my
old DSLR camera, the sound of which I had turned off beforehand. The wireless remote was in my pocket,
ready to quickly snap some precious photos at any moment.

Then I started taking five shots per minute.

During this time, I "accidentally" dropped tissues, chopsticks, and food scraps on the floor three times, and then
bent down to adjust the camera's position.

After finishing, I frowned deeply because Ya'er maintained a dignified posture for a long time, with her legs always
together. Only a few photos captured her legs slightly parted when picking up food, and occasionally she
crossed her legs , allowing me to capture her beautifully shaped hips and leg curves.

What I didn't expect was that the most exciting part of these photos was the way Ya'er
swayed which I found particularly charming. It made me think that I wish she could use those feet to give me
a footjob. Thinking this, I masturbated hard in the bathroom.

And so, in the days that followed, I always carried that shoulder bag and my camera, following her
out , gradually becoming familiar with the "business," and soon taking many precious photos.

There were photos of her bending over, her sexy peach-shaped buttocks outlined in her pencil skirt; there were
photos of her long, beautiful legs showing; there were photos of her squatting with a low-cut top; and the sexiest photos of her underwear showing.

Based on my three experiences of "bottom-picking," I was surprised to find that Senior Ya'er always wore thongs with drawstrings.
No wonder sometimes when she wore a pencil skirt, the outline of her buttocks was completely her entire buttocks, without a
trace of underwear.

...

That day, because Jiafen went shopping with Senior Ya'er, I was browsing many articles on the forum about girlfriend swapping,
wife swapping, exposing girlfriends, etc. When I got excited, I downloaded them to my phone, intending to enjoy them while masturbating in the bathroom
. However, I carelessly forgot to close the page, and the classic green webpage background was directly displayed on
the desktop , turning the room a greenish hue.

I had just gone inside and was about to take a shower, so I turned on the water to heat it up. The sound of the water masked the sound of
the apartment door opening. Senior Ya'er and Jiafen walked in, chatting and laughing. Jiafen called out to me, "Ross,
Senior Ya'er needs to use your computer."

She peeked in and said to Senior Ya'er outside, "Senior Ya'er, he's not in the room,
but the computer is on. You can use it."

"Okay, sure." Senior Ya'er brushed past Jiafen and walked towards the computer. Seeing
the green webpage, she seemed surprised, a certain possibility forming in her mind. She quickly walked in, and when she saw "secin sec
," a smile appeared on her lips. Then, seeing the page title, her eyes widened, and she covered her mouth with her hands.

Immediately afterward, she glanced furtively at the door, her eyes darting around, as if she had an idea.

Jiafen, oblivious to everything, put the frozen food she'd bought while shopping into the refrigerator, then grabbed
a bag of clothes and went into the room. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Ya'er, her left hand tightly gripping her skirt, her right hand intently looking at the computer screen
with the mouse . But from behind, something seemed off; Ya'er
was subtly shifting her body, constantly shifting like a beautiful snake, her movements subtle
yet tense.

Wasn't this the same green page from before? Was Ya'er looking at Ross's stuff?

Jiafen leaned closer to take a look.

When she saw the title, her mouth dropped open in surprise. Ya'er, as if only then noticing Jiafen's approach,
let out a soft "Ah!" with a look of alarm: "Jiafen, I didn't look it up… it’s… it’s Ross's original
page. I couldn't resist looking at it out of curiosity."

With that, she quickly left the room as if avoiding something.

The page clearly displayed the content of "Girlfriend Swap," and the middle section described two couples from university
sharing an apartment and proposing to swap girlfriends.

Although Jiafen was very embarrassed and indignant, she couldn't help but keep watching.

...

Meanwhile, I was still humming a little tune like an idiot, having just taken out my treasured photos of Senior Ya'er's wardrobe malfunction,
and finally gave her a good pounding on her shapely buttocks outlined by her tight-fitting short skirt. After finishing, I entered a state of sage-like bliss,
all my desires vanished, and I started taking a shower with a refreshing feeling.

I had just finished showering and opened the bathroom door when I saw Senior Ya'er come out of my room and hurriedly
return to her own. I said, "Ya... hey, why are you in such a rush?"

Then, I leisurely strolled a few steps to the living room, poured myself a glass of water, and slowly began to drink.

Suddenly, I spat out a mouthful of water, realizing I hadn't closed my webpage. I rushed into my room and
saw someone sitting in front of the green screen—it was Jiafen!

Just then, I saw Jiafen's extremely embarrassed and indignant face turn towards me and glance at me.

...

This whole thing seemed like a minor incident; everyone acted as if nothing had happened. However, I vaguely
sensed Senior Ya'er's gaze towards me was a little strange. She would often flick her hair, bite
her lip, and immediately look away when our eyes met.

These actions made me somewhat restless.

Over the past few months, I've felt a bit drained. The frequency of our sex life
remains the same, but the masturbation intervals are getting shorter and shorter. I'm starting to feel tired and weak…

One day, Jiafen was studying in the school's study room for her CPA exam. I came back to take a shower, planning to
bring my laptop to keep her company while she stayed up all night. Just as I got back, I saw Senior Ya'er kneeling barefoot in front of the TV, bending over and
fiddling with something.

Seeing her incredibly firm and perky buttocks outlined by her tight short skirt, from this angle,
you could almost see her round, peach-shaped buttocks. My penis immediately hardened.

A surge of lust rushed up from my lower abdomen, almost bursting through my brain. At that moment, she turned and glanced at
me , seemingly unaware of her indecent posture. She remained in that position and said, "Xiao Luo, come quickly
and help me check, the TV isn't working again."

"Okay, okay…" In my haste, I put my bag in front of me to hide it, otherwise she would have noticed anything amiss.

I slowly walked over to her, unabashedly surveying her voluptuous figure with my downcast gaze.
Her breasts, caused by her bent-over posture, sagged dramatically, appearing astonishingly large. I almost could
n't resist pouncing on her.

Seemingly hearing my unusual breathing, she straightened up and looked up at me. Her mouth was now
just centimeters from my genitals. In my mind's eye, I was already plunging my penis into her red lips, but frozen
in place , I forgot to cover my erection. Her gaze met mine, and she
covered her mouth with her hands, leaning back.

Her eyes were fixed on my genitals, her body twisting incessantly.

We remained locked in this tense standoff, her high breasts heaving violently, while my breathing
grew heavier, my penis pressing against my pants, almost bursting through them.

Suddenly, Senior Ya'er cautiously extended a hand. Her gaze darted back and forth between my face and genitals
, seemingly observing my expression while simultaneously unwilling to look away from my erection.

Finally, her hand, through my pants, touched my penis and slowly slid it up and down.

In that instant, the pent-up lust of the past few months surged forth. Before I could
do anything , my whole body trembled uncontrollably, and I ejaculated for thirty seconds straight.

During this time, I stiffly pressed my genitals against her hand, and Ya'er's hand didn't leave,
pressing against that spot, even continuing to slide, though the movement was very subtle, almost imperceptible.

Even after I ejaculated, my penis didn't soften; it was still very hard. I felt my
lustful fire show no signs of being extinguished; instead, it surged even higher. With a surge of determination, I grabbed her hand, pulled her
up, wrapped one arm around her waist, and kissed her rosy lips.

Ya'er's eyes widened in surprise, her body trembling slightly, but she didn't show any strong desire to escape
. So I became even bolder, throwing all my inhibitions to the back of my mind.

I deeply sucked on her saliva, drawing her fragrant tongue into my mouth and teasing
it Then I pulled away, gently biting her lower lip with my teeth, before licking her lips again.
My hands were busy too; one hand held her tightly, pressing her breasts against me. The amazing elasticity of her breasts
made me hold her waist even tighter, while my other hand kneaded her
buttocks on her smooth skin.

Suddenly, the dull thud of a door opening startled us. We abruptly parted our lips and looked towards
the door . It was Johnson!

Seeing his tall, muscular figure standing in the entryway, my mind went blank. I stood there
completely at a loss, my hand still resting on her buttocks, forgetting to leave her body.

A moment later, my soul returned to my body. In that brief moment of distraction, a few seconds passed. Instead of
angrily rushing over to hit me, Johnson closed the front door, calmly took
off his shoes, put away , took off his suit jacket and hung it in the room, and unbuttoned his shirt as he walked out.

"Not bad, bro." Johnson stood in front of us with a sneer. "You were trying to seduce my wife while I was away?"

Hearing this, I was suddenly jolted awake. I hurriedly took a few steps back and pulled my hand back. I lost my footing and
fell to the ground with a thud. I stood up shakily, apologizing repeatedly, "
I'm sorry Johnson, I'm sorry... I'm really sorry."

"Hehehe..." Johnson put an arm around Senior Ya'er next to him and said, "Baby, is it good?"

"It's okay..." Senior Ya'er's smile didn't seem fake. What was going on...?

"Slap!" With a scream, I looked up. Johnson had slapped Senior Ya'er
's butt and started kneading it. He leaned in and kissed her lips for a while, making "tsk tsk"
sounds. After releasing her, he slapped her plump butt again and said to her, "Go to the room. We'll give you some discipline
tonight ."

After saying that, he poured himself a glass of water, sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked me up and down as he drank.

A few minutes later, Johnson put his water glass on the coffee table and said to me, "Brother, looking at you more closely now,
you're quite the handsome man. No wonder my wife couldn't resist wanting to sleep with you."

"Huh?" I was a little confused.

What he said was actually true. Although I wasn't tall or strong, my face and fair, delicate skin gave me
a lot of charm; I had a refined kind of handsomeness. Walking the streets of Shanghai, I often saw young women...
Some girls would smile at me like idiots, and others would come up to chat, calling me "Oppa, Oppa."

Johnson waved his hand dismissively: "Let's not talk about that. Tell me, you touched my wife, and then you kissed my wife.
What do you suggest we do?"

Hearing this, my legs started trembling again: "Brother Johnson, please don't tell Jiafen. We
'll move out right away. We'll agree to any compensation, I just beg you not to tell Jiafen."

"That won't do..." Johnson shook his head: "I don't want your money either."

"Then... then what should we do?" My mind went blank, completely unable to think.

"Beating you up won't make a difference..." Johnson stroked his chin, pretending to think, and fell into a long silence.

He didn't speak, and I didn't dare to make a sound either. I could only stand there and take deep breaths. The wet, sticky
feeling made me feel ashamed and extremely uncomfortable. This was an unprecedented torment for me.
Every second I wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, at least to be able to wash myself.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Johnson and I stared at each other blankly for a moment before I snapped
out of it and hurriedly pulled out my phone. I glanced at the screen; it was Jiafen calling. Then it suddenly dawned on me that I'd almost
forgotten to keep her company while she stayed up all night. I looked at Johnson.

He seemed to know who was calling and waved his hand, saying, "You answer it first. Just say you can't leave for a while."

I patted my chest with one hand, closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths, and felt a little calmer before answering the phone:
"Hello..."

"Ross, why aren't you here yet? The air conditioning in the study room is a bit too strong. Could you bring me an extra jacket?"

"Oh, okay, I was a bit stuck in traffic. I'm about to take a shower. I'll be right there. Wait a bit."

With that, I hung up.

Johnson patted the sofa next to him, gesturing for me to sit down, which I did.

"Hey bro, I have a suggestion."

I nodded immediately. "Brother Qiang, just say it, and I'll definitely do it if I can."

"Here's the thing: since you touched my wife and kissed her..." Johnson stroked his chin, smiling at
me. "An eye for an eye, let me touch your wife too."

"What?" I gasped in surprise.

Just then, a seductive, almost coquettish voice came from behind me. "Little Luo, don't you like swapping girlfriends?
How about we swap?"

Senior Ya'er had changed into a nightgown sometime during the night. It was a semi-transparent purple silk nightgown with no clothes underneath
. She walked slowly toward me with cat-like steps, each step like a seductive vixen.
When she reached me, Senior Ya'er spread her long legs and straddled my damp pants. She gripped the armrests of
the sofa , her upper body motionless, but her waist began to sway back and forth. Senior Ya'er now looked
like a boneless vixen, slowly devouring my spirit. The intense friction from her lower body was fiercely
stimulating my nerves.

In this highly stimulating situation, I immediately got hard again, the pressure against my pants was very painful, especially since Ya'er
's boyfriend was right next to me. She was actually doing this kind of sex position; I had never imagined such stimulation.
In less than a minute, I went from soft to hard, and then I ejaculated.

Having ejaculated twice in just ten minutes, I started to feel tired, my face looking a little weak.

"Hahaha, bro, you came so quickly?" Johnson,
who seemed to have produced a DV camera from somewhere, was pointing it at me.

Seeing the DV camera, I was a little stunned, but I didn't dare to stop him.

"My wife's pretty good, right? If we really did it, the feeling, tsk tsk..." Johnson seemed oblivious to
my expression, talking to himself, and laughing lewdly.

As he spoke, my mind started racing, unable to focus on anything else. I quickly
thought of the tattoo on Ya'er's back, and the imagined doggy-style scene, and I got hard again.

I got hard for the third time in half an hour, and it started to feel numb, a mix of pain, itchiness, soreness, and numbness.

Senior Ya'er straightened her back, thrusting her chest forward, her left arm around the back of my head, pressing my face against her exposed
cleavage. With her right hand, she unbuckled my belt and slipped her hand inside to touch my penis, which was covered in sticky semen. She exclaimed with some
surprise, "Honey, Xiao Luo is amazing, it's hard again."

After a few touches, Senior Ya'er pulled her hand out, facing the camera, and licked
the yellowish-white fluid off her long, slender fingers with a look of ecstasy.

I had completely given up thinking; the ups and downs of life were just too exciting. I
was being played with by the two of them without any resistance.

"Okay." As if he felt it was enough, Johnson put away the DV camera and called Senior Ya'er
back to her room.

Senior Ya'er was still a little unsatisfied, licking her lips reluctantly, but ultimately obediently went back to her room
.

After Senior Ya'er left, he leaned closer to me and said in a deep voice, "Little brother, Ya'er and I have been together for three years. I'm
already tired of it, but I can't bear to leave her. Since we're destined to be together, and you also like swapping girlfriends, how about
we swap?"

"Besides, Ya'er likes you a lot. It would be very sad if you rejected her." Johnson's voice sounded
a bit seductive, making me still hold onto a sliver of hope even though I knew it was impossible.

I was silent for a while, then shook my head: "Impossible, Jiafen would never agree." "

Hey, things take time, don't worry about your girlfriend for now..." Seeing that I was starting to soften, Johnson pressed on, hurriedly asking, "Just tell me if you're willing or not?" I was a little wary, my eyes darting around, wondering if there was any recording equipment or something, but then I thought, we've already filmed a video, what's a little recording? I suddenly felt dejected again. "I'm willing..." Johnson's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this. "Okay, then let's think about how to get your sister-in-law to accept it ." "Wife, come out." Senior Ya'er, having changed into a nightgown, swayed out again. ... We didn't talk for long. Knowing time was running out, I quickly washed myself and changed my clothes. My old clothes were soaked with sweat and smelled of Senior Ya'er's perfume; going back in would be suicide. To get there quickly, I hailed a taxi, constantly urging the driver on.

Upon seeing Jiafen, my unease and guilt intensified. For so many years, I
had never done anything to truly anger Jiafen, but now I had not only done so, but also given her leverage.
According to Johnson, things might only get truly difficult from now on…

I sat absentmindedly beside Jiafen, spending the entire night in a daze, each
scene more terrifying than the last…

The setting sun sank completely, night enveloped the entire sky, and voices drifted from the apartment.

(To be continued)

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