A position obtained by trading his wife's body

Because I lack social connections, I've been working as a regular teller at a small savings branch of a bank. I'm almost 38, and my work isn't going well at all. My wife is 34 this year and works as a clerk in a small private company; her salary isn't very high either. Recently, there have been some personnel changes at my workplace, and a section chief position has become vacant. I'm eager to seize this opportunity; if I miss this chance, I don't know when the next one will come. So, I went home and discussed it with my wife, wanting to win this position. My wife suggested that we try to find some leaders in the bank, give them some gifts, and see if there's any hope. I know myself that these days, without connections, ability alone is useless. I know Zhang Zilong in the bank; the branch manager, Zhang, can help me. He's a veteran in the bank, having held a leadership position for many years and amassed a considerable fortune. All my gifts and money to him have been rejected. Moreover, Branch Manager Zhang has shown unusual concern for me, repeatedly talking to me and saying I have a good chance. Every time we get to the crucial points, he always steers the conversation towards my wife. I vaguely know what he's up to and what's going to happen. My wife met this bank manager, Mr. Zhang, once. One time, she came to my workplace, but I wasn't there. Mr. Zhang asked her to wait for me in his office. It was probably then that he developed feelings for my wife, attracted by her quiet, virtuous, and graceful appearance. She later said that her impression of him was that he was older and very kind, but she didn't remember much else. Last night, Mr. Zhang invited me to dinner. After a few drinks, perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, he kept steering the conversation towards my wife. He said how beautiful she was, how good her temperament was, and how much better she was than his wife, saying he wished he had a woman like her. He even said, "If you let me sleep with your wife even once, this section chief position will be yours." I was furious, but I didn't dare to show it, because I still needed this older man, my boss. Back home, under the influence of alcohol, I tearfully told my wife that Director Zhang liked her, and that if I wanted to become the section chief, she would have to give up her body in exchange… She listened in silence, and seeing my evasive gaze, she vaguely understood my meaning. She also knew that it was helpless and painful for an ordinary man like me, without any social connections, to resort to such a drastic measure for the sake of his career, and what could she, as his wife, do… The next morning, as I was leaving for work, she said to me just as I was about to leave, “Then let’s invite him over for dinner in a few days.” For the next few days, I was immersed in humiliation and despair. I hated my incompetence, hated that I had to force my beloved wife to accept another man. These past few days, my wife had refused my sexual advances due to a fear and aversion to sex, which could be seen as a manifestation of her resentment and dissatisfaction towards me. It was the weekend, and my wife woke up late; it seemed she hadn’t slept well for the past few days. After she got up, I urged her to go buy groceries, saying that Director Zhang was coming over for dinner today, and I wanted her to show off her cooking skills. I could tell she went out to buy groceries very reluctantly. The moment she left, my heart broke; it bled. Endless humiliation left me feeling utterly lost and exhausted. I kept asking myself: What am I doing? At dinner, my wife and I drank with Bank Manager Zhang. He stared intently at my wife, chatting and laughing with her, while she looked at me. I kept my head down, unable to meet her eyes. My wife quickly ate some food with our four-year-old daughter and went back to our room to put her to bed. When our daughter returned to her room, she suddenly asked, "Mommy, why does that fat uncle keep looking at you?" My wife stared blankly at her daughter's innocent, concerned face, speechless with embarrassment. Yes, Bank Manager Zhang is over 50; he could be our daughter's grandfather. It was almost 10 pm after dinner with Bank Manager Zhang, and he had drunk quite a bit. So I suggested that he stay and rest, and he agreed, feeling he had also drunk quite a bit. I had my wife tidy up our room so that Director Zhang could rest in our bedroom. While he wasn't looking, I handed my wife two condoms. She took them, her eyes turning away in despair. She knew in her heart that tonight, she couldn't possibly keep her virginity to another man; soon, her body wouldn't belong to me alone anymore. I said, "Director Zhang, go back to your room and rest. I'll have her make you a strong cup of tea to sober you up." Director Zhang, smiling, swayed his obese body and walked into our bedroom. At that moment, my heart felt like it was being stabbed with needles; it was bleeding. Director Zhang went into our guest room. My wife hesitated in the bathroom, washing herself. I couldn't bear it, so I hugged her, closed the door, and kissed her. When I touched her breasts, she pushed my hand away and told me I had to go. She comforted me, telling me not to worry too much, that maybe nothing would happen. Deep down, we both knew what was about to happen. My wife went into our daughter's bedroom and said, "Mommy and Uncle need to talk. Daddy will keep you company and tell you a story, okay?" Our daughter nodded obediently. As my wife passed through our living room, she hesitated, stopped, and turned back to see me standing there, looking at her with a blank and disappointed expression. She took a few steps towards me, but then suddenly stopped. I knew she was probably having second thoughts. She was probably asking herself over and over: "Do I really have to accept this humiliation? Do I really have to endure this disgrace?" I really didn't know what she was thinking. Perhaps she was thinking about how her husband had worked at his company for so many years without a promotion, watching everyone around him climb the ladder through connections. She must have felt incredibly hurt. Seeing my disappointed and pained expression, wasn't that humiliation too? For my sake, she couldn't let this opportunity slip away. She lowered her head helplessly, unable to meet my eyes. She knew my inner conflict; her heart was bleeding too. She turned around, sighed softly, so softly that only she could hear it. My wife, filled with resentment, walked towards the room that would bring us shame—our former love nest, but now… At the door, she gently knocked, watching her reflection in the doorway. She was wearing light-colored capri pants and a light-colored short-sleeved shirt, her bra faintly visible beneath, an outfit that accentuated her fair skin. Then, the door opened. Manager Zhang ushered her in. She hesitated, but went in anyway. The moment the door closed, she turned back, her eyes meeting mine. I stared at her, mesmerized. Her mind went blank; she felt a frantic, numb panic. The door to our shameful room was closed, followed by the click of the lock. At that moment, I stood there, closing my eyes in despair, tears streaming down my face. Entering the room, her nervousness intensified. Although this was her home, she was now facing another man. Just moments before, at the door, she had been wondering how to handle this awkward situation. Although she was a woman in her thirties, a wife and mother, and no longer shy or reserved about sex, how could she possibly cope with this predicament? Bank Manager Zhang noticed her nervousness, but being an experienced man, he said, "Sister-in-law, sit down for a while!" He pulled her to the sofa, his hand feeling its cool touch. He sat down beside her. "Sister-in-law, don't worry, I'll definitely help with the referral. It's just a matter of a word from me, so don't worry!" "Thank you so much, Bank Manager Zhang." "Don't mention it. Your husband is so lucky to have such a beautiful wife. Sister-in-law, you're so beautiful!" "Really?" she replied softly, glancing awkwardly at Bank Manager Zhang. He placed his hand on her lap. The wife trembled with fear, and neither of them spoke. Zhang's fingers, through his trousers, caressed her leg. The thin capri pants allowed him to feel the elasticity of her thigh, sending shivers down her spine. When they first entered the room, the wife had been very nervous, unsure of what kind of perverse sexual acts Zhang would commit against her, or whether she could bear the humiliation. But now, it didn't seem as terrible as she had imagined. Zhang simply had his wife sit beside him, casually stroking her thigh. He made no further move. The wife's heart began to calm, silently allowing Zhang to caress her. Perhaps they were both lost in their own thoughts, needing this peace. After a long time, Zhang's hand stopped, leaving her thigh. The wife's heart tightened; she knew this wasn't over. "I want you! I want to possess your body," Zhang suddenly said, his breathing becoming heavy. Then, he pulled her close, placing a large hand on her breast, kneading it forcefully through her clothes. The wife bit her lip, panting. Instinctively, she pressed her hand against the other hand, stopping him from continuing to rub her. She had never let any man other than herself touch her body before, and today, in her own home, in her own bedroom, she was being rubbed and caressed by an older man her husband had hired.She couldn't imagine what he would do next... Bank Manager Zhang looked at his wife's flushed face and asked with dissatisfaction, "Don't you want to?" His wife explained against her will, "No, it's just that I'm not used to it, it feels so strange." "It's okay," Bank Manager Zhang said, while continuing to rub her breasts forcefully. His wife knew that stopping him was pointless and might only upset him, especially since he had already touched her. So she slowly released her grip, closed her eyes in despair, and leaned back against the sofa. Bank Manager Zhang's actions became increasingly rough. His wife felt her breasts being squeezed painfully. He forced her down onto the sofa, her head sinking into the fabric, feeling her breasts being forcefully squeezed and torn. "Your breasts are really big, much fuller than my wife's," Bank Manager Zhang muttered to himself, as he unbuttoned his wife's clothes and pushed up her bra, completely exposing her white, tender breasts to the old man. Immediately, Director Zhang's hands began to tremble. His wife mentally resisted her swollen, shameful nipples, turning her head away in embarrassment, unable to look at his face. Director Zhang grew increasingly excited, his movements becoming rougher. Soon, his wife's bra was ripped off. He lifted her legs, removed her socks, then unbuckled her belt, pulled down her pants, and casually dragged down her underwear. His wife, humiliated, cooperated by raising her buttocks. She knew that at this point, refusal was pointless; only submission was possible. Her husband would rely on this old man in the future; tonight, she belonged to him. His wife was naked before him, and his eyes were drawn to her fair body. He was surprised to discover that his wife was a woman without pubic hair. His wife glanced at Director Zhang, who was undressing. The middle-aged Director Zhang had a large belly, and his wife saw that his body was covered in black hair, and his penis was long and hard. He scooped his wife up and placed her on the bed. He forcefully parted her long, white legs and hurriedly tried to put a condom on his penis. His wife whispered, "Don't bother. I want to give you the biggest reward. My husband and I always use condoms." He looked surprised, but still smiled gratefully at his wife and said, "Thank you, sister-in-law." His wife said, "It's nothing. As long as you can help us this time, I'll do anything." Manager Zhang said, "Don't worry, sister-in-law, I'll take care of this." His wife closed her eyes. She felt his penis pressing against her labia, so hot, as if it were consuming her. She knew what it would mean if it parted her labia and entered her body, but she was powerless to stop it. She knew she wouldn't refuse it. The wife felt her vaginal fluids had already given her away. His penis pressed against her vulva, her labia being parted. Due to excessive tension, she felt her vagina contracting rhythmically. He tried several times but couldn't penetrate. He paused, tried a few more times, still no luck. He stopped and looked at his wife. The wife, bewildered by the previous actions, stared blankly at Director Zhang. Neither of them moved. The wife's labia, having been teased by his penis, secretly longed for his entry. She moistened her fingers with saliva, smeared it on her vulva for lubrication, then lifted her hips, pressing her vulva close to his penis, hooking her right leg around his hip, and placing her left foot on his shoulder. "Oh—" he let out a long sigh, feeling the warm, slippery pleasure of his penis entering her. His wife also moaned softly, gripping the sheets tightly, trying to control her voice. A smug smile appeared on Director Zhang's face. Then Director Zhang began to thrust. His wife bit her lip, trying not to cry out, her hands pressed tightly against her breasts, preventing them from swaying with each thrust. Director Zhang thrust forcefully, the impact of his body and the erosion of his penis against her cervix bringing an intoxicating pleasure. He became even more frenzied and forceful, the pleasure gradually overwhelming his wife's body. Finally, she couldn't help but moan softly under another man's body: "Ah—, oh, ah—" At that moment, in the living room, a phrase came to mind: "Man is the butcher, I am the fish." His wife was now completely at Director Zhang's mercy. Director Zhang deliberately used his long penis to slowly, but very forcefully, pound against his wife's uterus. Each thrust made his wife incredibly tense; her legs were spread open in humiliation, allowing that hard penis to ravage her vagina. Bank Manager Zhang pressed his fingers hard against his wife's clitoris, the sharp pain causing her unbearable agony. She could clearly feel his penis thrusting wildly inside her soft, tight vagina, gradually bringing her to orgasm. In a daze, she heard him say, "Sister-in-law, your vagina is so tight! So much water! I love it! Sister-in-law, your little pussy is so good, let me fuck you to death!" His wife took a deep breath, tense. The intense pain in her clitoris was unbearable; she could only plead silently, "Gently, gently, I really can't take it anymore!" Suddenly, his thick, round waist thrust in forcefully, pushing her entire body down onto the bed. "Ah—" Tears streamed down her face, a mixture of pain and heartbreak. She knew that in his eyes, she was nothing more than a prostitute, a whore, devoid of dignity. Bank Manager Zhang's thick penis pressed tightly against his wife's cervix. He held her head tightly, his chest pressing roughly against her breasts. His wife saw that he had his eyes closed and head tilted back, enjoying the pleasure his body was giving him. She had already begun to adjust to the impact of his penis on her uterus. He looked down at her and said, "Is this the first time another man has played with you in your own home, with your husband outside, listening to us making love? Doesn't that feel great?" His wife, unable to bear such blatant words, turned her head away in humiliation. Bank Manager Zhang chuckled and continued, "Getting a beauty like you wasn't easy. Being inside you is like being in a hot spring! Your little cunt is so soft and tight, it even sucks me in!" His wife could feel the fullness of his penis filling her vagina. Bank Manager Zhang's breathing became rapid. Bank Manager Zhang gently rubbed his rough face against his wife's cheek, lightly biting her earlobe and kissing her neck. His wife had always thought this was something only her husband could do to her; now a strange man was doing it to her. He continued, "Remember this: from today onwards, in this house, I'm just like your husband. I can play with you anytime!" His wife knew that for the first time, another man's penis was inside her vagina, a man she couldn't refuse. Now, she was truly being pressed beneath his obese body; she knew that this man would use their intertwined penises to rub against each other, and after reaching orgasm, he would ejaculate into her body, into her uterus—this was his purpose—sexual intercourse. And at this moment, his wife was having sex with another man for her husband's sake… Then, his wife felt the penis inside her begin to move, slowly withdrawing and then slowly pushing back in. His wife frowned, biting her lip, enduring the pain, her whole body trembling. She could no longer bear it and cried out, "Oh!" Soon, the wife felt a surge of heat throughout her body. Her inner thighs and buttocks began to itch, and her breasts swelled. The area where she was joined with Director Zhang felt hot, numb, and itchy. Soon, she was drenched in sweat, and her vagina became even more lubricated with each thrust. Waves of tingling pleasure engulfed her body; it was the first time she had ever experienced such overwhelming sexual excitement and pleasure from another man. However, humiliation forced her to suppress it. She couldn't let Director Zhang see that she was experiencing pleasure; she absolutely couldn't show this man her physical vulnerability as a woman and a wife! The pleasure grew stronger and stronger, and her heart pounded faster and faster. She gradually realized that she was finally losing control of her body. She shamefully heard the sounds of wetness coming from their joined bodies. She could no longer hide it; her body was gradually revealing that she had been completely possessed by him! Hearing him say, "You're feeling it!" she was overwhelmed with shame. Even more terrifying was the increased speed of his penis thrusting inside his wife's body. It was unclear whether it was her vaginal contractions or his penis becoming thicker and longer, but his wife felt a swelling sensation inside her. The increasingly intense, throbbing pleasure pushed against her uterus, strongly impacting her consciousness. Their breathing became rapid. "Mmm," "Mmm," the bank manager couldn't help but open his mouth, groaning and panting as he thrust into his wife. His wife bit her lip, afraid she would also moan out like him; she truly couldn't face herself and her husband if she did. Because of her husband's actions, she felt a painful resentment towards him. She truly couldn't believe that the husband who had pursued her for five years would use her body to exchange for a job. In the past few days, she just wanted to be alone, trying to convince herself:Giving your body to a man who is infatuated with and enjoys your body isn't so bad. And without realizing it, I gave my clean body to this man. Everything before me felt like a dream. The thought of being naked and being sexually assaulted by another stranger made tears stream down my face. The bank manager's thrusts grew faster and more powerful, and my wife's buttocks smacked against his body with each violent movement. I knew my wife's resistance was weak and powerless. My wife's vagina ached from his penetration, her breasts swaying before my eyes, her nipples swollen, red, and hard. As he thrust in and out, his wife gradually stopped resisting the man before her, developing feelings for him: she felt she belonged to him, and the woman beneath him, responding to his advances, was his woman… His wife could no longer restrain herself; her moans grew louder and louder. He sucked on her lips, and she, overwhelmed by desire, opened her mouth and met his tongue. Their tongues immediately intertwined, and eventually, he simply drew her tongue into his mouth… His teeth clenched tightly, his tongue was being wantonly played with in his mouth, and his wife couldn't breathe. The suffocation produced an even more intense pleasure, instantly pushing his wife to a frenzied peak. A strong tremor spread through his wife's body. For the first time, his wife's body received an orgasm brought by another man: "Ah--!" His wife opened her mouth, her whole body tense up. She could feel his semen washing over her cervix again and again inside her vagina. The swelling of her labia and the spasmodic contractions of her vagina tightly wrapped around his glans. His wife gasped for breath, the intense sexual excitement making her body tremble and shake. His sweat mingled with his wife's sweat, flowing from her breasts onto the bed. The room was filled with the smell of the liquid flowing from his wife's vagina, impacting his wife's consciousness. His wife felt the sheets were wet... At this moment, he stopped thrusting, but just held his wife's breasts tightly with his hands, pressing her down on the bed, as if waiting for his wife's orgasm to slowly subside. His wife had no strength left, raising her buttocks and pressing them tightly against him, trying to keep his semen inside her. The wife's tense limbs gradually relaxed, and her trembling subsided. She realized her legs were still tightly wrapped around his waist. Although the experience felt like rape, she now felt an indescribable sense of pleasure. Having experienced an unprecedented orgasm, she was somewhat exhausted, lying there motionless, her eyes still moist. His hands left her breasts; her breasts, which had been squeezed so tightly, regained their fullness and firmness. Her breathing became slightly easier, but she felt a cool sensation in her cleavage. She realized that due to the extreme excitement, she was soaked in sweat. She felt his penis harden inside her again… He said triumphantly to her, "Sister-in-law, seeing you climax like that makes me want to devour you. Let me give you another one." The wife was too ashamed to face him. Then his penis began to move again, still so firm, so slow, so powerful, slowly retreating behind her labia, using the glans to part them before slowly inserting again. His unhurried thrusts and his wife's lingering shame reignited her excitement. "Mmm, mmm," she moaned helplessly, wondering if it was really her. She tried to bite her lip, but the pleasure made her open her eyes and mouth repeatedly, staring at him. Their voices alternated with each thrust and impact. The pleasure slowly made her lose her senses, and she gradually began to cooperate with his thrusts. She raised her hips, placed her feet on his thighs, and spread her legs apart to allow his penis to penetrate deeper. Her hands involuntarily rested on his waist, her labia pressed tightly against his testicles. He pulled her up, making her sit upright, naked in his arms. The sitting position, with her naked, made her feel uneasy. She had never imagined that there was such a position that made women so shy. She lowered her head in shame, and he grinned smugly, opening his arms to embrace her from behind, pulling her into his arms again. His hands slid down to his wife's buttocks, grasped her bottom, and lifted her up. At the same time, his thighs pulled inward, and an upward force propelled Xiaohui's body upward. Xiaohui cried out in surprise, but her body fell back down, and she sat back on his thick penis. This completed one round of friction between their sexual organs. Then came the second, the third... Xiaohui's body was completely passive, rising and falling on his thighs, continuing to endure his manipulation. Mr. Zhang's two strong arms kept lifting and lowering Xiaohui's buttocks. Coupled with the intense visual stimulation, Xiaohui leaned against his shoulder, moaning "Mmm," "Mmm," completely absorbed. The contact between their chests further excited Mr. Zhang. He passionately kissed Xiaohui's lips again. Xiaohui struggled slightly, but her soft lips were sucked by Mr. Zhang, and her smooth, fragrant tongue involuntarily slipped into his mouth. The sounds of kissing, "squeak squeak," and "gurgle...gurgle..." Xiao Hui's lower body became increasingly wet, her vagina very tight, and the first thrust from Mr. Zhang produced a "sizzling" sound of lustful fluid. Mr. Zhang's penis almost reached the deepest part of Xiao Hui's vagina with each thrust, and with each thrust, Xiao Hui couldn't help but tremble, her red lips slightly parted, and she let out a moan. The sounds of their lewd moans were incessant. Panting, Xiao Hui climbed onto Mr. Zhang's shoulder, her hazy, intoxicated eyes suddenly glancing inadvertently at a glass window in the office wall. My God, a woman with snow-white skin and long hair was holding the shoulders of a burly man, thrusting violently in his arms. Her long, slender legs were tightly wrapped around the man's thick waist, and her long hair swayed with the man's thrusts... Xiao Hui wondered if this was really her? Everything before her eyes seemed like a dream, and the thought that she was now being sexually assaulted naked by another man besides her husband, and that she was being forced into it, brought tears to her eyes. Now, all she could do was end this humiliation as quickly as possible and preserve the last shred of her womanly dignity. "Can't take it anymore, huh? You slut...hmm?" Mr. Zhang gripped Xiao Hui's buttocks with both hands, thrusting his lower body forward with a "squelch," penetrating her completely again. Xiao Hui arched her back, letting out a soft "Ah..." before collapsing back against Mr. Zhang's chest... Mr. Zhang thrust in again, his hands reaching to Xiao Hui's breasts, fondling them as he intensified his thrusting. Xiao Hui lowered her head, her arms wrapped around his neck, moving in rhythm with his movements. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Xiao Hui hummed softly. Mr. Zhang's thrusting became faster and faster, and Xiao Hui's lower body grew increasingly wet, the friction of the wetness making a constant "squelch, squelch" sound. Her lower body began to tremble, convulse, and clench. Mr. Zhang felt an indescribable, exquisite pleasure in her trembling, convulsions, and clenching. "Ah...ah...ahhh...ah..." Xiaohui's moans had turned into short, soft cries, her head tilting upwards repeatedly, her buttocks thrusting downwards forcefully. Xiaohui's moans grew increasingly intense, wave after wave. She clung to Mr. Zhang's body, gripping his broad back tightly with both hands, as if her shattered heart could find a sliver of salvation in this tight embrace. She felt her body about to expand and explode, about to shatter into countless fragments. Her heart, her soul, seemed to want to fly out of her body and brain, taking her body with it, soaring and drifting away. Xiaohui's tight grip caused Mr. Zhang a slight pain amidst the extreme pleasure and bliss, but this pain only further stimulated his masculine power. He saw Xiaohui's contorted body, her slightly distorted face. He knew that all of this was because of his power, which had given her the ultimate stimulation and excitement, causing her to become like this. He was like a cheetah, agile, powerful, fast, brave, and tireless, charging and thrusting… “…Ah…I can’t take it anymore…” Mr. Zhang finally pressed tightly against Xiao Hui’s buttocks, ejaculating thick streams of semen into her body. “Ah—no—” Xiao Hui also let out a moan, finally letting another man ejaculate inside her—Mr. Zhang slowly withdrew his penis, a stream of milky white semen slowly flowing from between Xiao Hui’s slightly parted labia… Xiao Hui leaned limply against the sofa, dragging her tired body and tears streaming down her face as she returned home…She felt something for this man: she should belong to him, and the woman beneath him, responding to his advances and making love to him, was his woman… The wife could no longer restrain herself; her moans grew louder and louder. He sucked on her lips, and the wife, immersed in the throes of passion, involuntarily opened her mouth and met his tongue. Their tongues immediately intertwined, and eventually, he simply sucked her tongue into his mouth and bit it tightly with his teeth. His tongue… He was being wantonly played with, and his wife couldn't breathe. The suffocation produced an even stronger pleasure, instantly pushing her to a frenzied peak. A strong tremor spread through her body. For the first time, her body had experienced an orgasm brought on by another man: "Ah—!" His wife opened her mouth, her whole body tense up. She could feel his semen washing over her cervix again and again inside her vagina. Her labia swelled and her vagina spasmed and contracted tightly, gripping his glans. His wife gasped for breath, her body trembling and shaking from the intense sexual arousal. His sweat mingled with his wife's sweat, flowing from her breasts onto the bed. The room was filled with the smell of the liquid flowing from his wife's vagina, impacting her consciousness. She felt the sheets were wet... At this moment, he stopped thrusting, only holding his wife's breasts tightly with his hands, pressing her down on the bed, as if waiting for her orgasm to slowly subside. His wife had no strength left, raising her hips and pressing them tightly against him, trying to keep his semen inside her. The wife's tense limbs gradually relaxed, and her trembling subsided. She realized her legs were still tightly wrapped around his waist. Although the experience felt like rape, she now felt an indescribable sense of pleasure. Having experienced an unprecedented orgasm, she was somewhat exhausted, lying there motionless, her eyes still moist. His hands left her breasts; her breasts, which had been squeezed so tightly, regained their fullness and firmness. Her breathing became slightly easier, but she felt a cool sensation in her cleavage. She realized that due to the extreme excitement, she was soaked in sweat. She felt his penis harden inside her again… He said triumphantly to her, "Sister-in-law, seeing you climax like that makes me want to devour you. Let me give you another one." The wife was too ashamed to face him. Then his penis began to move again, still so firm, so slow, so powerful, slowly retreating behind her labia, using the glans to part them before slowly inserting again. His unhurried thrusts and his wife's lingering shame reignited her excitement. "Mmm, mmm," she moaned helplessly, wondering if it was really her. She tried to bite her lip, but the pleasure made her open her eyes and mouth repeatedly, staring at him. Their voices alternated with each thrust and impact. The pleasure slowly made her lose her senses, and she gradually began to cooperate with his thrusts. She raised her hips, placed her feet on his thighs, and spread her legs apart to allow his penis to penetrate deeper. Her hands involuntarily rested on his waist, her labia pressed tightly against his testicles. He pulled her up, making her sit upright, naked in his arms. The sitting position, with her naked, made her feel uneasy. She had never imagined that there was such a position that made women so shy. She lowered her head in shame, and he grinned smugly, opening his arms to embrace her from behind, pulling her into his arms again. His hands slid down to his wife's buttocks, grasped her bottom, and lifted her up. At the same time, his thighs pulled inward, and an upward force propelled Xiaohui's body upward. Xiaohui cried out in surprise, but her body fell back down, and she sat back on his thick penis. This completed one round of friction between their sexual organs. Then came the second, the third... Xiaohui's body was completely passive, rising and falling on his thighs, continuing to endure his manipulation. Mr. Zhang's two strong arms kept lifting and lowering Xiaohui's buttocks. Coupled with the intense visual stimulation, Xiaohui leaned against his shoulder, moaning "Mmm," "Mmm," completely absorbed. The contact between their chests further excited Mr. Zhang. He passionately kissed Xiaohui's lips again. Xiaohui struggled slightly, but her soft lips were sucked by Mr. Zhang, and her smooth, fragrant tongue involuntarily slipped into his mouth. The sounds of kissing, "squeak squeak," and "gurgle...gurgle..." Xiao Hui's lower body became increasingly wet, her vagina very tight, and the first thrust from Mr. Zhang produced a "sizzling" sound of lustful fluid. Mr. Zhang's penis almost reached the deepest part of Xiao Hui's vagina with each thrust, and with each thrust, Xiao Hui couldn't help but tremble, her red lips slightly parted, and she let out a moan. The sounds of their lewd moans were incessant. Panting, Xiao Hui climbed onto Mr. Zhang's shoulder, her hazy, intoxicated eyes suddenly glancing inadvertently at a glass window in the office wall. My God, a woman with snow-white skin and long hair was holding the shoulders of a burly man, thrusting violently in his arms. Her long, slender legs were tightly wrapped around the man's thick waist, and her long hair swayed with the man's thrusts... Xiao Hui wondered if this was really her? Everything before her eyes seemed like a dream, and the thought that she was now being sexually assaulted naked by another man besides her husband, and that she was being forced into it, brought tears to her eyes. Now, all she could do was end this humiliation as quickly as possible and preserve the last shred of her womanly dignity. "Can't take it anymore, huh? You slut...hmm?" Mr. Zhang gripped Xiao Hui's buttocks with both hands, thrusting his lower body forward with a "squelch," penetrating her completely again. Xiao Hui arched her back, letting out a soft "Ah..." before collapsing back against Mr. Zhang's chest... Mr. Zhang thrust in again, his hands reaching to Xiao Hui's breasts, fondling them as he intensified his thrusting. Xiao Hui lowered her head, her arms wrapped around his neck, moving in rhythm with his movements. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Xiao Hui hummed softly. Mr. Zhang's thrusting became faster and faster, and Xiao Hui's lower body grew increasingly wet, the friction of the wetness making a constant "squelch, squelch" sound. Her lower body began to tremble, convulse, and clench. Mr. Zhang felt an indescribable, exquisite pleasure in her trembling, convulsions, and clenching. "Ah...ah...ahhh...ah..." Xiaohui's moans had turned into short, soft cries, her head tilting upwards repeatedly, her buttocks thrusting downwards forcefully. Xiaohui's moans grew increasingly intense, wave after wave. She clung to Mr. Zhang's body, gripping his broad back tightly with both hands, as if her shattered heart could find a sliver of salvation in this tight embrace. She felt her body about to expand and explode, about to shatter into countless fragments. Her heart, her soul, seemed to want to fly out of her body and brain, taking her body with it, soaring and drifting away. Xiaohui's tight grip caused Mr. Zhang a slight pain amidst the extreme pleasure and bliss, but this pain only further stimulated his masculine power. He saw Xiaohui's contorted body, her slightly distorted face. He knew that all of this was because of his power, which had given her the ultimate stimulation and excitement, causing her to become like this. He was like a cheetah, agile, powerful, fast, brave, and tireless, charging and thrusting… “…Ah…I can’t take it anymore…” Mr. Zhang finally pressed tightly against Xiao Hui’s buttocks, ejaculating thick streams of semen into her body. “Ah—no—” Xiao Hui also let out a moan, finally letting another man ejaculate inside her—Mr. Zhang slowly withdrew his penis, a stream of milky white semen slowly flowing from between Xiao Hui’s slightly parted labia… Xiao Hui leaned limply against the sofa, dragging her tired body and tears streaming down her face as she returned home…She felt something for this man: she should belong to him, and the woman beneath him, responding to his advances and making love to him, was his woman… The wife could no longer restrain herself; her moans grew louder and louder. He sucked on her lips, and the wife, immersed in the throes of passion, involuntarily opened her mouth and met his tongue. Their tongues immediately intertwined, and eventually, he simply sucked her tongue into his mouth and bit it tightly with his teeth. His tongue… He was being wantonly played with, and his wife couldn't breathe. The suffocation produced an even stronger pleasure, instantly pushing her to a frenzied peak. A strong tremor spread through her body. For the first time, her body had experienced an orgasm brought on by another man: "Ah—!" His wife opened her mouth, her whole body tense up. She could feel his semen washing over her cervix again and again inside her vagina. Her labia swelled and her vagina spasmed and contracted tightly, gripping his glans. His wife gasped for breath, her body trembling and shaking from the intense sexual arousal. His sweat mingled with his wife's sweat, flowing from her breasts onto the bed. The room was filled with the smell of the liquid flowing from his wife's vagina, impacting her consciousness. She felt the sheets were wet... At this moment, he stopped thrusting, only holding his wife's breasts tightly with his hands, pressing her down on the bed, as if waiting for her orgasm to slowly subside. His wife had no strength left, raising her hips and pressing them tightly against him, trying to keep his semen inside her. The wife's tense limbs gradually relaxed, and her trembling subsided. She realized her legs were still tightly wrapped around his waist. Although the experience felt like rape, she now felt an indescribable sense of pleasure. Having experienced an unprecedented orgasm, she was somewhat exhausted, lying there motionless, her eyes still moist. His hands left her breasts; her breasts, which had been squeezed so tightly, regained their fullness and firmness. Her breathing became slightly easier, but she felt a cool sensation in her cleavage. She realized that due to the extreme excitement, she was soaked in sweat. She felt his penis harden inside her again… He said triumphantly to her, "Sister-in-law, seeing you climax like that makes me want to devour you. Let me give you another one." The wife was too ashamed to face him. Then his penis began to move again, still so firm, so slow, so powerful, slowly retreating behind her labia, using the glans to part them before slowly inserting again. His unhurried thrusts and his wife's lingering shame reignited her excitement. "Mmm, mmm," she moaned helplessly, wondering if it was really her. She tried to bite her lip, but the pleasure made her open her eyes and mouth repeatedly, staring at him. Their voices alternated with each thrust and impact. The pleasure slowly made her lose her senses, and she gradually began to cooperate with his thrusts. She raised her hips, placed her feet on his thighs, and spread her legs apart to allow his penis to penetrate deeper. Her hands involuntarily rested on his waist, her labia pressed tightly against his testicles. He pulled her up, making her sit upright, naked in his arms. The sitting position, with her naked, made her feel uneasy. She had never imagined that there was such a position that made women so shy. She lowered her head in shame, and he grinned smugly, opening his arms to embrace her from behind, pulling her into his arms again. His hands slid down to his wife's buttocks, grasped her bottom, and lifted her up. At the same time, his thighs pulled inward, and an upward force propelled Xiaohui's body upward. Xiaohui cried out in surprise, but her body fell back down, and she sat back on his thick penis. This completed one round of friction between their sexual organs. Then came the second, the third... Xiaohui's body was completely passive, rising and falling on his thighs, continuing to endure his manipulation. Mr. Zhang's two strong arms kept lifting and lowering Xiaohui's buttocks. Coupled with the intense visual stimulation, Xiaohui leaned against his shoulder, moaning "Mmm," "Mmm," completely absorbed. The contact between their chests further excited Mr. Zhang. He passionately kissed Xiaohui's lips again. Xiaohui struggled slightly, but her soft lips were sucked by Mr. Zhang, and her smooth, fragrant tongue involuntarily slipped into his mouth. The sounds of kissing, "squeak squeak," and "gurgle...gurgle..." Xiao Hui's lower body became increasingly wet, her vagina very tight, and the first thrust from Mr. Zhang produced a "sizzling" sound of lustful fluid. Mr. Zhang's penis almost reached the deepest part of Xiao Hui's vagina with each thrust, and with each thrust, Xiao Hui couldn't help but tremble, her red lips slightly parted, and she let out a moan. The sounds of their lewd moans were incessant. Panting, Xiao Hui climbed onto Mr. Zhang's shoulder, her hazy, intoxicated eyes suddenly glancing inadvertently at a glass window in the office wall. My God, a woman with snow-white skin and long hair was holding the shoulders of a burly man, thrusting violently in his arms. Her long, slender legs were tightly wrapped around the man's thick waist, and her long hair swayed with the man's thrusts... Xiao Hui wondered if this was really her? Everything before her eyes seemed like a dream, and the thought that she was now being sexually assaulted naked by another man besides her husband, and that she was being forced into it, brought tears to her eyes. Now, all she could do was end this humiliation as quickly as possible and preserve the last shred of her womanly dignity. "Can't take it anymore, huh? You slut...hmm?" Mr. Zhang gripped Xiao Hui's buttocks with both hands, thrusting his lower body forward with a "squelch," penetrating her completely again. Xiao Hui arched her back, letting out a soft "Ah..." before collapsing back against Mr. Zhang's chest... Mr. Zhang thrust in again, his hands reaching to Xiao Hui's breasts, fondling them as he intensified his thrusting. Xiao Hui lowered her head, her arms wrapped around his neck, moving in rhythm with his movements. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Xiao Hui hummed softly. Mr. Zhang's thrusting became faster and faster, and Xiao Hui's lower body grew increasingly wet, the friction of the wetness making a constant "squelch, squelch" sound. Her lower body began to tremble, convulse, and clench. Mr. Zhang felt an indescribable, exquisite pleasure in her trembling, convulsions, and clenching. "Ah...ah...ahhh...ah..." Xiaohui's moans had turned into short, soft cries, her head tilting upwards repeatedly, her buttocks thrusting downwards forcefully. Xiaohui's moans grew increasingly intense, wave after wave. She clung to Mr. Zhang's body, gripping his broad back tightly with both hands, as if her shattered heart could find a sliver of salvation in this tight embrace. She felt her body about to expand and explode, about to shatter into countless fragments. Her heart, her soul, seemed to want to fly out of her body and brain, taking her body with it, soaring and drifting away. Xiaohui's tight grip caused Mr. Zhang a slight pain amidst the extreme pleasure and bliss, but this pain only further stimulated his masculine power. He saw Xiaohui's contorted body, her slightly distorted face. He knew that all of this was because of his power, which had given her the ultimate stimulation and excitement, causing her to become like this. He was like a cheetah, agile, powerful, fast, brave, and tireless, charging and thrusting… “…Ah…I can’t take it anymore…” Mr. Zhang finally pressed tightly against Xiao Hui’s buttocks, ejaculating thick streams of semen into her body. “Ah—no—” Xiao Hui also let out a moan, finally letting another man ejaculate inside her—Mr. Zhang slowly withdrew his penis, a stream of milky white semen slowly flowing from between Xiao Hui’s slightly parted labia… Xiao Hui leaned limply against the sofa, dragging her tired body and tears streaming down her face as she returned home…But her eyes were still wet. His hands left his wife's breasts, and her breasts, which had suffered from the pressure, regained their fullness and firmness. His wife's breathing became a little easier, but she felt a slight coolness in her cleavage. She realized that she was soaked in sweat from the intense excitement. She felt his penis harden inside her again... He said to her triumphantly, "Sister-in-law, seeing you climax like that makes me want to devour you. I'll give you one more time." His wife was too ashamed to face him. Then his penis began to move again, still so hard, so slow, so powerful, retreating little by little behind her labia, using the glans to part her labia and then slowly inserting it again. His unhurried thrusting and his wife's lingering shame aroused her excitement again. "Mmm, mmm," his wife moaned helplessly. She wondered if this was really her. She tried to bite her lip, but the pleasure made her open her eyes and mouth again and again, looking at him. Their voices alternated with each thrust and each impact. The pleasure slowly drove his wife to lose her senses, and she gradually began to cooperate with his thrusts. She raised her hips, placed her feet on his thighs, and spread her legs wide to allow his penis to penetrate deeper. Her hands involuntarily rested on his waist, and her labia pressed tightly against his testicles. He pulled his wife up into a sitting position, and she sat on his lap, naked in his arms. The sitting position, with her naked, made her feel uneasy. She had never imagined that there was such a sexual position that made women so shy, and she lowered her head in shame. He grinned smugly, opened his arms, and wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her into his arms again. His hands slid down to his wife's buttocks, grasped her bottom, and lifted her up. At the same time, his thighs pulled inward, and an upward force propelled Xiaohui's body upward. Xiaohui cried out in surprise, but her body fell back down, and she sat back on his thick penis. This completed one round of friction between their sexual organs. Then came the second, the third... Xiaohui's body was completely passive, rising and falling on his thighs, continuing to endure his manipulation. Mr. Zhang's two strong arms kept lifting and lowering Xiaohui's buttocks. Coupled with the intense visual stimulation, Xiaohui leaned against his shoulder, moaning "Mmm," "Mmm," completely absorbed. The contact between their chests further excited Mr. Zhang. He passionately kissed Xiaohui's lips again. Xiaohui struggled slightly, but her soft lips were sucked by Mr. Zhang, and her smooth, fragrant tongue involuntarily slipped into his mouth. The sounds of kissing, "squeak squeak," and "gurgle...gurgle..." Xiao Hui's lower body became increasingly wet, her vagina very tight, and the first thrust from Mr. Zhang produced a "sizzling" sound of lustful fluid. Mr. Zhang's penis almost reached the deepest part of Xiao Hui's vagina with each thrust, and with each thrust, Xiao Hui couldn't help but tremble, her red lips slightly parted, and she let out a moan. The sounds of their lewd moans were incessant. Panting, Xiao Hui climbed onto Mr. Zhang's shoulder, her hazy, intoxicated eyes suddenly glancing inadvertently at a glass window in the office wall. My God, a woman with snow-white skin and long hair was holding the shoulders of a burly man, thrusting violently in his arms. Her long, slender legs were tightly wrapped around the man's thick waist, and her long hair swayed with the man's thrusts... Xiao Hui wondered if this was really her? Everything before her eyes seemed like a dream, and the thought that she was now being sexually assaulted naked by another man besides her husband, and that she was being forced into it, brought tears to her eyes. Now, all she could do was end this humiliation as quickly as possible and preserve the last shred of her womanly dignity. "Can't take it anymore, huh? You slut...hmm?" Mr. Zhang gripped Xiao Hui's buttocks with both hands, thrusting his lower body forward with a "squelch," penetrating her completely again. Xiao Hui arched her back, letting out a soft "Ah..." before collapsing back against Mr. Zhang's chest... Mr. Zhang thrust in again, his hands reaching to Xiao Hui's breasts, fondling them as he intensified his thrusting. Xiao Hui lowered her head, her arms wrapped around his neck, moving in rhythm with his movements. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Xiao Hui hummed softly. Mr. Zhang's thrusting became faster and faster, and Xiao Hui's lower body grew increasingly wet, the friction of the wetness making a constant "squelch, squelch" sound. Her lower body began to tremble, convulse, and clench. Mr. Zhang felt an indescribable, exquisite pleasure in her trembling, convulsions, and clenching. "Ah...ah...ahhh...ah..." Xiaohui's moans had turned into short, soft cries, her head tilting upwards repeatedly, her buttocks thrusting downwards forcefully. Xiaohui's moans grew increasingly intense, wave after wave. She clung to Mr. Zhang's body, gripping his broad back tightly with both hands, as if her shattered heart could find a sliver of salvation in this tight embrace. She felt her body about to expand and explode, about to shatter into countless fragments. Her heart, her soul, seemed to want to fly out of her body and brain, taking her body with it, soaring and drifting away. Xiaohui's tight grip caused Mr. Zhang a slight pain amidst the extreme pleasure and bliss, but this pain only further stimulated his masculine power. He saw Xiaohui's contorted body, her slightly distorted face. He knew that all of this was because of his power, which had given her the ultimate stimulation and excitement, causing her to become like this. He was like a cheetah, agile, powerful, fast, brave, and tireless, charging and thrusting… “…Ah…I can’t take it anymore…” Mr. Zhang finally pressed tightly against Xiao Hui’s buttocks, ejaculating thick streams of semen into her body. “Ah—no—” Xiao Hui also let out a moan, finally letting another man ejaculate inside her—Mr. Zhang slowly withdrew his penis, a stream of milky white semen slowly flowing from between Xiao Hui’s slightly parted labia… Xiao Hui leaned limply against the sofa, dragging her tired body and tears streaming down her face as she returned home…But her eyes were still wet. His hands left his wife's breasts, and her breasts, which had suffered from the pressure, regained their fullness and firmness. His wife's breathing became a little easier, but she felt a slight coolness in her cleavage. She realized that she was soaked in sweat from the intense excitement. She felt his penis harden inside her again... He said to her triumphantly, "Sister-in-law, seeing you climax like that makes me want to devour you. I'll give you one more time." His wife was too ashamed to face him. Then his penis began to move again, still so hard, so slow, so powerful, retreating little by little behind her labia, using the glans to part her labia and then slowly inserting it again. His unhurried thrusting and his wife's lingering shame aroused her excitement again. "Mmm, mmm," his wife moaned helplessly. She wondered if this was really her. She tried to bite her lip, but the pleasure made her open her eyes and mouth again and again, looking at him. Their voices alternated with each thrust and each impact. The pleasure slowly drove his wife to lose her senses, and she gradually began to cooperate with his thrusts. She raised her hips, placed her feet on his thighs, and spread her legs wide to allow his penis to penetrate deeper. Her hands involuntarily rested on his waist, and her labia pressed tightly against his testicles. He pulled his wife up into a sitting position, and she sat on his lap, naked in his arms. The sitting position, with her naked, made her feel uneasy. She had never imagined that there was such a sexual position that made women so shy, and she lowered her head in shame. He grinned smugly, opened his arms, and wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her into his arms again. His hands slid down to his wife's buttocks, grasped her bottom, and lifted her up. At the same time, his thighs pulled inward, and an upward force propelled Xiaohui's body upward. Xiaohui cried out in surprise, but her body fell back down, and she sat back on his thick penis. This completed one round of friction between their sexual organs. Then came the second, the third... Xiaohui's body was completely passive, rising and falling on his thighs, continuing to endure his manipulation. Mr. Zhang's two strong arms kept lifting and lowering Xiaohui's buttocks. Coupled with the intense visual stimulation, Xiaohui leaned against his shoulder, moaning "Mmm," "Mmm," completely absorbed. The contact between their chests further excited Mr. Zhang. He passionately kissed Xiaohui's lips again. Xiaohui struggled slightly, but her soft lips were sucked by Mr. Zhang, and her smooth, fragrant tongue involuntarily slipped into his mouth. The sounds of kissing, "squeak squeak," and "gurgle...gurgle..." Xiao Hui's lower body became increasingly wet, her vagina very tight, and the first thrust from Mr. Zhang produced a "sizzling" sound of lustful fluid. Mr. Zhang's penis almost reached the deepest part of Xiao Hui's vagina with each thrust, and with each thrust, Xiao Hui couldn't help but tremble, her red lips slightly parted, and she let out a moan. The sounds of their lewd moans were incessant. Panting, Xiao Hui climbed onto Mr. Zhang's shoulder, her hazy, intoxicated eyes suddenly glancing inadvertently at a glass window in the office wall. My God, a woman with snow-white skin and long hair was holding the shoulders of a burly man, thrusting violently in his arms. Her long, slender legs were tightly wrapped around the man's thick waist, and her long hair swayed with the man's thrusts... Xiao Hui wondered if this was really her? Everything before her eyes seemed like a dream, and the thought that she was now being sexually assaulted naked by another man besides her husband, and that she was being forced into it, brought tears to her eyes. Now, all she could do was end this humiliation as quickly as possible and preserve the last shred of her womanly dignity. "Can't take it anymore, huh? You slut...hmm?" Mr. Zhang gripped Xiao Hui's buttocks with both hands, thrusting his lower body forward with a "squelch," penetrating her completely again. Xiao Hui arched her back, letting out a soft "Ah..." before collapsing back against Mr. Zhang's chest... Mr. Zhang thrust in again, his hands reaching to Xiao Hui's breasts, fondling them as he intensified his thrusting. Xiao Hui lowered her head, her arms wrapped around his neck, moving in rhythm with his movements. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Xiao Hui hummed softly. Mr. Zhang's thrusting became faster and faster, and Xiao Hui's lower body grew increasingly wet, the friction of the wetness making a constant "squelch, squelch" sound. Her lower body began to tremble, convulse, and clench. Mr. Zhang felt an indescribable, exquisite pleasure in her trembling, convulsions, and clenching. "Ah...ah...ahhh...ah..." Xiaohui's moans had turned into short, soft cries, her head tilting upwards repeatedly, her buttocks thrusting downwards forcefully. Xiaohui's moans grew increasingly intense, wave after wave. She clung to Mr. Zhang's body, gripping his broad back tightly with both hands, as if her shattered heart could find a sliver of salvation in this tight embrace. She felt her body about to expand and explode, about to shatter into countless fragments. Her heart, her soul, seemed to want to fly out of her body and brain, taking her body with it, soaring and drifting away. Xiaohui's tight grip caused Mr. Zhang a slight pain amidst the extreme pleasure and bliss, but this pain only further stimulated his masculine power. He saw Xiaohui's contorted body, her slightly distorted face. He knew that all of this was because of his power, which had given her the ultimate stimulation and excitement, causing her to become like this. He was like a cheetah, agile, powerful, fast, brave, and tireless, charging and thrusting… “…Ah…I can’t take it anymore…” Mr. Zhang finally pressed tightly against Xiao Hui’s buttocks, ejaculating thick streams of semen into her body. “Ah—no—” Xiao Hui also let out a moan, finally letting another man ejaculate inside her—Mr. Zhang slowly withdrew his penis, a stream of milky white semen slowly flowing from between Xiao Hui’s slightly parted labia… Xiao Hui leaned limply against the sofa, dragging her tired body and tears streaming down her face as she returned home…His wife's labia were pressed tightly against his testicles. He pulled her up, making her sit upright, her naked body nestled on his lap. The naked sitting position made her feel awkward and uncomfortable. She had never imagined such a position could be so embarrassing for a woman, and she lowered her head in shame. He grinned lewdly, opened his arms, and wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her close again. His hands slid down to her buttocks, grasping her buttocks and lifting her up. At the same time, he pulled his thighs inward, creating an upward force that propelled Xiaohui's body upward. Xiaohui cried out in surprise, but her body fell back down, landing once more on his thick penis. This completed one round of friction between their genitals. Then came the second, the third… Xiaohui's body was completely passive, rising and falling on his lap, continuing to endure his manipulation. Mr. Zhang's strong arms lifted and lowered Xiao Hui's buttocks repeatedly. Coupled with the intense visual stimulation, Xiao Hui leaned against his shoulder, moaning softly. The contact of their chests further excited Mr. Zhang. He passionately kissed Xiao Hui's lips again. Xiao Hui struggled slightly, but Mr. Zhang sucked on her soft lips, her smooth tongue sliding into his mouth. The sounds of their kissing filled the air. Xiao Hui's lower body became increasingly wet, her vagina tight, and Mr. Zhang's thrusts produced a "sizzling" sound. His penis penetrated almost to the deepest part of Xiao Hui's vagina with each thrust, causing her to tremble, her red lips parting slightly as she moaned. The sounds of their lewd moans filled the air. Panting, Xiao Hui climbed onto Mr. Zhang's shoulder, her hazy, intoxicated gaze suddenly glancing at a glass window in the office wall. My God, a woman with snow-white skin and long hair was clinging to the shoulders of a burly man, thrusting violently in his arms. Her long, slender legs were tightly wrapped around his thick waist, and her long hair swayed with his movements… Xiao Hui wondered if this was really her. Everything before her eyes felt like a dream. The thought of being naked and being sexually assaulted by another man besides her husband, and being forced into it, brought tears to her eyes. All she could do now was end this humiliation as quickly as possible and preserve the last shred of her dignity as a woman. “Can’t take it anymore, huh? You slut… Hmm?” Mr. Zhang gripped Xiao Hui’s buttocks with both hands, thrusting his lower body forcefully, and with a “squelch,” he penetrated her again to the hilt. Xiao Hui arched her back, letting out a soft “Ah…” as she leaned back against Mr. Zhang’s chest… Mr. Zhang thrust in again, his hands reaching to Xiao Hui’s breasts, playing with them as he pumped harder. Xiao Hui’s head was lowered, her arms wrapped around his neck, moving with his thrusts. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Xiao Hui hummed softly. Mr. Zhang's thrusting became faster and faster, and Xiao Hui's lower body grew increasingly wet, the friction of the wetness making a constant "squeak, squeak" sound. Her lower body began to tremble, convulse, and clench. Mr. Zhang felt an indescribable, wonderful pleasure amidst her trembling, convulsions, and clenching. "Ah...ah...ah ah ah...ah..." Xiao Hui's moans had turned into short, soft cries, her head constantly tilting upwards, her buttocks thrusting downwards forcefully. Xiao Hui's moans grew increasingly intense, wave after wave. She hugged Mr. Zhang's body, gripping his large back tightly with both hands, as if her shattered heart could find a sliver of salvation in this tight grip. She felt as if her body was about to expand and explode, about to shatter into countless small fragments. Her heart, her soul, seemed to want to fly out of her body and brain, taking her body with her and drifting away. Xiao Hui's tight grip caused Zhang a slight pain amidst the extreme pleasure and bliss, but this pain only further stimulated his masculine power. He saw Xiao Hui's contorted body and slightly distorted face. He knew that all of this was because of his strength, which had given her extreme excitement and stimulation, causing her to become like this. At this moment, he was like a cheetah, agile, powerful, fast, brave, and tirelessly charging and thrusting... "...Ah...I can't take it anymore..." Zhang finally pressed tightly against Xiao Hui's buttocks, ejaculating thick streams of semen into her body. "Ah--no--" Xiao Hui also let out a moan, finally allowing another man to ejaculate inside her—Zhang slowly withdrew his penis, and a stream of milky white semen slowly flowed from between Xiao Hui's slightly parted labia... Xiao Hui leaned limply against the sofa, dragging her tired body and tears streaming down her face as she returned home...His wife's labia were pressed tightly against his testicles. He pulled her up, making her sit upright, her naked body nestled on his lap. The naked sitting position made her feel awkward and uncomfortable. She had never imagined such a position could be so embarrassing for a woman, and she lowered her head in shame. He grinned lewdly, opened his arms, and wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her close again. His hands slid down to her buttocks, grasping her buttocks and lifting her up. At the same time, he pulled his thighs inward, creating an upward force that propelled Xiaohui's body upward. Xiaohui cried out in surprise, but her body fell back down, landing once more on his thick penis. This completed one round of friction between their genitals. Then came the second, the third… Xiaohui's body was completely passive, rising and falling on his lap, continuing to endure his manipulation. Mr. Zhang's strong arms lifted and lowered Xiao Hui's buttocks repeatedly. Coupled with the intense visual stimulation, Xiao Hui leaned against his shoulder, moaning softly. The contact of their chests further excited Mr. Zhang. He passionately kissed Xiao Hui's lips again. Xiao Hui struggled slightly, but Mr. Zhang sucked on her soft lips, her smooth tongue sliding into his mouth. The sounds of their kissing filled the air. Xiao Hui's lower body became increasingly wet, her vagina tight, and Mr. Zhang's thrusts produced a "sizzling" sound. His penis penetrated almost to the deepest part of Xiao Hui's vagina with each thrust, causing her to tremble, her red lips parting slightly as she moaned. The sounds of their lewd moans filled the air. Panting, Xiao Hui climbed onto Mr. Zhang's shoulder, her hazy, intoxicated gaze suddenly glancing at a glass window in the office wall. My God, a woman with snow-white skin and long hair was clinging to the shoulders of a burly man, thrusting violently in his arms. Her long, slender legs were tightly wrapped around his thick waist, and her long hair swayed with his movements… Xiao Hui wondered if this was really her. Everything before her eyes felt like a dream. The thought of being naked and being sexually assaulted by another man besides her husband, and being forced into it, brought tears to her eyes. All she could do now was end this humiliation as quickly as possible and preserve the last shred of her dignity as a woman. “Can’t take it anymore, huh? You slut… Hmm?” Mr. Zhang gripped Xiao Hui’s buttocks with both hands, thrusting his lower body forcefully, and with a “squelch,” he penetrated her again to the hilt. Xiao Hui arched her back, letting out a soft “Ah…” as she leaned back against Mr. Zhang’s chest… Mr. Zhang thrust in again, his hands reaching to Xiao Hui’s breasts, playing with them as he pumped harder. Xiao Hui’s head was lowered, her arms wrapped around his neck, moving with his thrusts. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Xiao Hui hummed softly. Mr. Zhang's thrusting became faster and faster, and Xiao Hui's lower body grew increasingly wet, the friction of the wetness making a constant "squeak, squeak" sound. Her lower body began to tremble, convulse, and clench. Mr. Zhang felt an indescribable, wonderful pleasure amidst her trembling, convulsions, and clenching. "Ah...ah...ah ah ah...ah..." Xiao Hui's moans had turned into short, soft cries, her head constantly tilting upwards, her buttocks thrusting downwards forcefully. Xiao Hui's moans grew increasingly intense, wave after wave. She hugged Mr. Zhang's body, gripping his large back tightly with both hands, as if her shattered heart could find a sliver of salvation in this tight grip. She felt as if her body was about to expand and explode, about to shatter into countless small fragments. Her heart, her soul, seemed to want to fly out of her body and brain, taking her body with her and drifting away. Xiao Hui's tight grip caused Zhang a slight pain amidst the extreme pleasure and bliss, but this pain only further stimulated his masculine power. He saw Xiao Hui's contorted body and slightly distorted face. He kn

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