bad husband

My husband is a bit of a jerk. While it's true that women love bad boys, his methods were initially quite unsettling. His jerkiness is also a quirk of his – he loves to expose me. Every time we go shopping, to parties, or visit friends, he makes me dress very sexy and revealing, which makes the men around us look at me with excitement. He seems very happy and satisfied. I remember initially disagreeing, but after his persistent coaxing, I finally agreed. The tension and embarrassment were indescribable, but that same feeling of excitement also thrilled me, so I gradually acquiesced. Now, even when my husband isn't around, I often go shopping dressed very revealingly, and seeing the excited looks from strange men around me makes me incredibly excited. This weekend, my husband and I were watching TV when he suddenly asked, "By the way, honey, didn't you want to buy high heels? Why don't we go now?" I knew immediately he had ulterior motives. But the thought of exposing myself in front of strange men made my heart race. I said, "Okay, let's go together then." Seeing that I agreed, my husband immediately perked up and said, "But you have to listen to me about what you wear." I nodded, blushing. My husband started looking for clothes for me and quickly found some. He told me to try them on, so I put them on. The top was a small-sized shirt, so small that it tightly hugged my breasts, and my nipples were clearly visible through the shirt, along with the deep cleavage peeking out from the neckline. Anyone could tell I wasn't wearing a bra. The bottom was a tight, stretchy mini-skirt, so short it barely covered my round, perky buttocks, leaving my two snow-white thighs completely exposed. My husband hadn't found me any underwear, and looking at myself so provocatively, I deliberately said in a coquettish tone, "Honey, are you pregnant? You made me dress like this and won't even let me wear underwear! I'm not going!" My husband, already attracted by my sexy appearance, excitedly grabbed me and said, "My sexy wife, it's okay, I'm here, don't be afraid." He then pulled me out the door. As I walked down the street, all the men around me immediately noticed me, staring at me excitedly.Watch Sakura Grass Video Online HD Free Viewing. They kept whispering about me. I nestled in my husband's arms, feeling embarrassed yet excited. The street was lined with shops. My husband searched for a while and finally found a shoe store with male staff. He pulled me inside. As soon as we entered, the male staff member noticed my exposed skin and secretly stared at me while helping another customer try on shoes. Then, a female staff member came over and greeted us warmly. My husband said he was buying me shoes, and the female staff member immediately found me several pairs. I picked out shoes, but my husband seemed a little disappointed. I knew he had hoped the male staff member would come and serve us. I sat down in front of a low sofa for trying on shoes, holding one. Because my skirt was already short, and I was sitting, it was stretched even shorter. Although I pulled it down a bit, it was still only a few centimeters from my thighs. My thighs were completely exposed, and because the skirt was tight and elastic, unless I deliberately held it down between my legs, it couldn't completely cover my crotch. If I squatted down, the view under the skirt was completely visible! I nervously tried to close my legs, but because I was trying on shoes, my thighs still parted unnaturally. The saleswoman was squatting in front of my legs to help me try on the shoes. When she looked up, she immediately saw what was under my skirt and froze, blushing with embarrassment. My husband noticed her reaction and immediately called out, asking the saleswoman to find him a pair too. The saleswoman quickly went to find shoes for my husband, leaving me alone to try on shoes. By then, the male saleswoman's customer had left, and my husband immediately said to the saleswoman next to him, "Have someone else find shoes for my wife." The saleswoman immediately told the male saleswoman next to her to find shoes for me. The male shop assistant immediately came to my side, and my husband, seeing him approach, excused himself from the female shop assistant and secretly watched me and the male shop assistant. When I realized it was a male shop assistant, I quickly pressed one hand down on my skirt to prevent him from seeing what was underneath. My hand, which had been holding my bag, was now used to hold down the skirt as well. My husband noticed I was using my bag to cover myself and came over, pretending to be helpful, saying, "Let me hold your bag so you can try on the shoes more easily." Without waiting for my consent, he took my bag. My body was now completely exposed to the male shop assistant. Looking down at my shirt, my breasts were almost half-exposed in the deep neckline, the deep cleavage and half-exposed breasts fully displayed, and even my nipples were faintly visible from the side! The male shop assistant, holding the shoes, stood in front of me, staring intently at my half-exposed chest. He completely forgot to let me try them on, and I pretended to look at other shoes, acting as if I didn't know he had brought the ones I wanted. I let him admire them at his leisure. After a while, I turned around and feigned surprise, saying, "The shoes are here? Oh, I didn't see them. Here, let me try them on." The shop assistant then awkwardly realized and squatted down. He squatted slightly to my left, from which angle he could see my breasts from the side, including my erect nipples. This half-exposed chest and half-exposed nipples were even more alluring than full exposure. No wonder he was staring so intently. Because I had my legs tightly pressed together and my hands holding down my skirt, he didn't notice I wasn't wearing underwear. Finally, the shop assistant showed me the proper attitude of a salesperson, complimenting my legs, saying they looked beautiful with the shoes, and offering a discount if I wanted them. He kept praising me, making me incredibly happy, seemingly unaware that the man next to me was my husband. But he rarely looked at me, only talking to himself, occasionally shifting his gaze to peek through the gaps near the buttons of my clothes. I, however, acted as if I were just chatting normally, laughing and swaying back and forth when praised. Sometimes, during these swaying movements, my clothes would briefly separate from my body, leaving my entire chest exposed, completely bare. The male shop assistant, squatting to the side, could see my entire breast and erect nipple. This alternating exposure made it impossible for anyone to look away. But just my breasts weren't enough to satisfy my desire for exposure, and it wasn't inadequate for my husband either. So, soon, seeing me constantly holding my skirt down, he simply squatted down beside me, picked up the other shoe, and said, "Wearing both shoes together makes it easier to see if they look good." Before I could react, he pulled my legs apart. The instant my legs were pulled open, my natural instinct was to squeeze them together, and I looked at my husband shyly. He, however, gave me a comforting, pleading look and said, "It's okay, I'll help you put on your shoes!" My face flushed even more, and I silently and obediently let him pull my legs apart to help me try on the shoes. With my legs spread, even pressing down on my skirt with my hands couldn't completely cover my genitals, so I gave up trying to hide them, placing my hands only on my thighs, leaving almost my entire genitals exposed, even the pubic hair around my labia was slightly damp. My husband helped me put on the shoes and said, "Not bad! Quite pretty!" He seemed to be referring to the shoes, but the view under the skirt was the real beauty. The action of pulling my legs apart initially startled the male shop assistant, who was surprised to find that what he saw when I opened my legs wasn't underwear, but rather that my skirt was completely empty—a sight he'd never encounter in his entire career as a shop assistant. I could tell the shop assistant wished time could stand still so he could keep watching, but he was too embarrassed to stare under my skirt for too long with my husband there. He glanced at me nervously, and I smiled and nodded at him as if nothing was wrong. Only then did the male shop assistant smile back at me with relief. But his eyes weren't on the shoes; they were fixed on my inner thighs under my skirt. In such a public place, having two men see my underwear under my skirt, with my husband and the male shop assistant staring intently at me, even the boldest person would blush and want to squeeze their legs together. My husband seemed to notice that my legs were moving inward, so he immediately pulled them outward again. The male shop assistant, just like my husband, used the excuse of changing my shoes to pull my other leg outward, spreading my legs almost 90 degrees, even my labia slightly parted, and my vulva was noticeably wet. This action brought my skirt down to less than five centimeters from my inner thighs, leaving my lower body almost naked. My husband deliberately placed a hand on my fair thigh and stroked it, then turned to the male sales clerk and said, "How much discount can we get on these shoes? The bigger the discount, the more pairs we can try on and buy." The sales clerk just swallowed hard, watching my husband's hand on my thigh without saying a word. I was already going crazy with embarrassment. I was half-naked, letting a strange man see me, and my husband was touching my thigh right in front of him! God, I couldn't believe I was like this. My husband continued stroking my thigh and asked the sales clerk again, "How much discount can we get on these shoes?" The sales clerk hurriedly nodded and said, "Okay! Okay! I'll go talk to the boss." Then he got up and went inside. After the male shop assistant went in, I quickly stood up, pulled down my skirt, and whispered shyly to my husband, "You're so bad, everyone saw it!" My husband laughed and said, "It's okay, it's not the first time, it's not much different from before." I lowered my head and said to my husband, "What do you mean, not much different? You saw my genitals, and you even touched my thighs!" My husband said, "Isn't that even more exciting, my little slut? Let me unleash your true nature today." I punched my husband with both fists and said, "You're talking nonsense! You only know how to bully me!" But then I immediately blushed and whispered in my husband's ear, "Let's go, I really want to!" My husband immediately got excited, called me a "little slut," and then quickly left before the shop assistant came out! My husband excitedly pulled me back home, and when we were almost home, he suddenly stopped and pulled me towards a small park next to our neighborhood. I already had a premonition of what was going to happen and immediately became excited. We sat down in a small pavilion deep in the park. Not far from us, a few young men were playing cards, and on the path beside us, groups of two or three people strolled by. I blushed and nestled in my husband's arms. He picked me up and made me sit on his lap, one hand caressing my fair thigh as he excitedly kissed me passionately. I returned his kisses with equal fervor. Our affectionate gesture immediately attracted the attention of the young men across from us, who kept glancing at us. My husband whispered to me, "Honey, there are people watching us from across the street." I was already incredibly excited, and shyly snuggled up to him, saying, "Oh, you're not planning on making out with me here, are you?" My husband said, "Yes, honey, isn't it exciting?" I blushed and said, "It is exciting, but I'm a little scared." Seeing that I was still hesitant, my husband hugged me again and kissed me passionately. I was melted by his kisses once more. As he kissed me, he gently pulled up my miniskirt. My thighs were already completely exposed, and with his pull, the skirt was pulled up to my waist, revealing my entire lower body. Although it was getting dark, with the help of the park's streetlights, the young men not far away could still clearly see that I was naked from the waist down. My snow-white thighs and one round buttock were clearly visible for their admiration. Luckily, I was sitting on my husband's lap, so they couldn't see me for the time being.My pubic area and pubic hair. My husband looked down, and he could see my thick, soft pubic hair clearly. Seeing him staring, I shyly turned my head away and said sweetly, "Don't look at me like that! Others can see too." I gestured to my husband, who glanced at the young men not far away and excitedly said, "Let them see! Let them be so jealous!" He then pulled me into a passionate kiss. Actually, I was already excited. The thought of displaying my genitals to strange men made me even more aroused, and I unconsciously parted my legs. My husband was already kissing my chest passionately. The moment his hand covered my vulva, I let out a deep "Ah!" My vulva is so sensitive! My husband parted my labia with his fingers, his middle finger circling the entrance of my vagina. I immediately let out a soft moan, and my arousal flowed out. My husband quickly found my clitoris, and I let out another soft cry. I shyly enjoyed his teasing, and he excitedly said, "Baby, open your eyes and look." I opened my eyes, and oh my god, it turned out that my husband had somehow made me spread my legs so that they were facing those young men. My genitals were completely exposed to them, and his fingers were still constantly inserting and stirring. The young men were excitedly peeking at me. I said shyly, "Honey, you're so naughty! You don't want them to see me like this." As I said this, I tried to pull away, but my husband's other hand had already quickly unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it off from one side... The curtains were pulled open, and my two firm, white breasts were immediately exposed to the air. I hadn't expected to be almost completely naked in an instant. A few tourists strolling by then were also immediately drawn to my snow-white body. I became incredibly nervous and shy. My husband immediately took one of my breasts into his mouth and began to suckle vigorously, his tongue teasing the erect nipple… I enjoyed my husband's teasing, constantly letting out seductive moans: "Ah… um… husband, you're so naughty, you're making me… feel so good… mmm…" Intense desire made me forget all restraint; I indulged myself, displaying myself freely in front of strange men. My husband alternately kissed my two beautiful breasts, his middle finger squeezing into my already aroused vagina. I became even more excited, my head tilted back, and my moans grew louder. With my remaining consciousness, I said, "Bad husband, don't do this... ah... um... I want it now..." My husband excitedly replied, "Then I'll satisfy you now, my little slut. Let everyone see just how wanton you are." After saying that, my husband made me hold onto the railing of the pavilion behind me, spread my legs, and pulled down his big shorts. I then realized that my husband had come prepared; he wasn't even wearing underwear under his shorts. My husband aimed his erect penis at my vagina, glanced at the young men in the distance, and began to penetrate me, all the way in... "Ah! Husband..." I immediately let out a soft cry. As my husband's penis thrust rapidly in and out of me, my labia were turned inside out. He gripped my waist, making my breasts tremble, and I moaned shyly, "Husband... ah... no... too hard... others will hear..." My husband, surprised that I was still conscious of my shame even in this state, said, "Wife, open your eyes and look at yourself." I opened my eyes. Good heavens! My shirt was hanging from my arms, my skirt was pulled up to my waist, my husband was fucking me from behind, and I was facing those young men. My snow-white body, my full breasts swaying with each thrust, my black pubic hair, my strong, long thighs—all were completely exposed to them. They had stopped playing cards and were excitedly watching me being fucked; some had even started masturbating. "Wife, you're so slutty! Isn't it exciting to be watched by strange men while you're being fucked?" I became even more shy, but I didn't know how to answer my husband. I just kept hitting him shyly as he fucked me. Tourists who were strolling by kept talking about us. Some said that young people these days are so open, doing it in public. Some said that woman was really slutty, getting fucked in such a crowded park and still enjoying it so much. Others said, "Look, look! That's so good! Look at that woman, she's got a really sexy figure, big breasts, a perky butt, and long legs. No wonder that guy couldn't resist doing it here. She's obviously a little slut." Listening to the comments from passersby made me even more ashamed and excited. My husband's desire to expose me was still strong. He pulled me up and made me sit on his lap, facing the young men. He spread my legs wide, inserted his penis into my vagina again, and began to fuck me rapidly once more. He wrapped his arms around me, grabbing and kneading my firm, tender breasts. Oh my god, they could clearly see my husband's penis thrusting wildly inside my vagina. I looked at the young men shyly, but this only made me more wanton. "Ah...ah...bad husband...I can't take it anymore...they'll hear us..." "So what if they hear us? It'll be good for them to see how beautiful and wanton my wife is!" My husband was too excited, but he was also a little worried that I would be angry if he said these words. "Bad husband...how could you let...ah...other men see...see me looking so lewd...you're so bad...ah...harder..." Seeing that my friend wasn't angry, my husband simply intensified his actions, saying, "What are you afraid of? They won't dare do anything anyway. Let them see your breasts and genitals, hear your moans, it'll be some comfort for them." After saying that, my husband thrust into me with all his might, making me overflow with lustful fluids. I reached behind and hugged my husband's head, moaning loudly in his ear, "Husband...faster...harder...I'm going to be killed by you..." "Screaming so loudly...aren't you afraid those strange men will hear?" my husband reminded me. "It's okay...I can't take it anymore...they've already seen it...let them see me climax...husband...fuck me hard..." I knew my husband especially liked my lewd words, so after hearing them, he frantically made me lie face down on the bench in the pavilion, lifted my slender waist, and thrust into me hard from above, his lower abdomen slamming against my bouncy buttocks. "Ah...husband...I'm coming...I want...harder...ah..." With a groan, my husband and I reached orgasm simultaneously. My whole body trembled violently, while my husband ejaculated wildly inside my vagina. After a long while, I finally got off him. As soon as I stood up, the semen in my vagina immediately flowed down my labia and onto my inner thighs. I straightened my clothes; although my short skirt covered me, my genitals and inner thighs were still sticky, a mixture of semen and my vaginal fluid, emanating a faint, fishy smell from under my skirt. Finally reaching the entrance of the apartment complex, I ran into some of my husband's friends. They immediately noticed my revealing attire, calling my husband over for drinks while secretly staring at me. My husband had no choice but to go with them. Walking back alone, I suddenly noticed a man walking towards me who looked familiar. I immediately remembered—he was the male shop assistant from when I bought the shoes. My heart immediately tightened; after all, he had practically seen my entire genitals. He recognized me immediately and came over to greet me. It turned out he had just delivered shoes to a customer. He was still staring at me excitedly, as if recalling the sight of my genitals earlier. He tentatively asked, "By the way, you left after I came out. Do you still want those shoes?" I said, "Of course I do, I really like them." He said, "In that case, our shoe warehouse is nearby. Why don't you come with me to pick some out? They have more styles there." He looked at me expectantly. I really wanted to go, but I was dressed like this, and my genitals were covered in my husband's semen. After thinking for a long time, I finally blushed and whispered, "Okay, I'll go with you." He was overjoyed and led me to his warehouse. Inside, there were indeed many shoes. He had me sit on a bed he used to sleep on while on duty and brought me several pairs to try on. I kept my legs tightly closed, afraid he would see the semen on my thighs. "How do they feel?" he asked. "A little small," I said. He squatted down, lifted my feet, and said, "They're not that small, they look good on you. Hey, what's that on your thigh?" I immediately tensed up. I hurriedly said, "No, it's nothing." As I said this, I tried to get up, but because one foot was bare and the other was wearing a high heel, I lost my balance and fell onto the bed with him. At this moment, the male shop assistant immediately became excited and began to kiss me wildly without saying a word. I moaned, "Ah...no...you can't...please..." but my body let him touch me haphazardly. He could tell that I wasn't really resisting. "Baby, you're so sexy. I was attracted to you the moment I saw you in the store, and you've been so provocatively exposing yourself. If your husband hadn't been here, I would have come and fucked you this morning. Just satisfy me, I know you want it too." After saying that, he almost roughly tore off my shirt and skirt. I knew that it was precisely because I had been so unrestrained in exposing myself that he was now so aroused.He hastily stripped me naked. I was already weak all over from his ministrations, lying limply on the bed. He pinned me down, my fair body glowing alluringly in the dim yellow light of the warehouse, my two high breasts heaving violently with each breath. I knew I was about to be possessed by this strange man before me. Although we didn't know each other's names, I was filled with anticipation, eagerly awaiting his wild enjoyment and possession of me. My two fair, high breasts were displayed before him, and he immediately excitedly grasped them, kneading them forcefully without any tenderness. He squeezed and released my large breasts, the white flesh peeking out from between his fingers. Under his skillful manipulation, my tightly clenched lips finally opened, letting out a seductive moan: "Please...please—be gentle—um—no—no—" My alluring moans further aroused his lust. He lewdly rubbed my tender nipples with his rough palms, my most sensitive spot for sexual stimulation. My nipples immediately hardened from his touch. I twisted my body forcefully, which excited him even more. He released one breast, lowered his head, and took one of my nipples into his mouth, licking it rapidly with his tongue. "Ah—don't do this!!—um—it hurts—no!—please!" I screamed. But my breasts began to change. My breasts swelled up from his kneading, becoming a whole size larger than usual. He seemed to want to swallow my entire breasts. I had no strength left to resist. At this moment, his other hand released my breast and slowly reached down to my thigh, touching my most mysterious genitals. I realized his intentions then and cried out, "No—no—" He leered, "You little slut, you're all wet down your thighs, and you still say you don't want it!" I was speechless. I couldn't exactly say that it was my husband's semen, that I had just finished with him. But I kept my legs tightly pressed together, leaving my dark pubic hair exposed to him. He breathed heavily, forcefully pulling my thighs apart and sticking his head inside, scrutinizing my genitals that had just been exposed to him. He admired my thick pubic hair, the alluring inverted triangle extending from my mons pubis to the sides of my labia majora. My thick labia majora were tightly closed, but glistening fluid had seeped out, covering my inner thighs as well. It was the handiwork left by my husband during our encounter. I could feel his hot breath on my labia. He placed one of his hands on my labia and rubbed it back and forth. Soon he felt a wet patch on his palm. When he let go, he saw more and more white fluid flowing from the cleft of my labia majora. My moans became increasingly lewd: "Ah—no!—um—gently—a little gentler!—it's so itchy—um!—it hurts so much.""He lewdly laughed, listening to my incoherent moans. He also noticed another subtle physiological change in me—my two thick labia majora, which were originally tightly closed, instinctively became engorged and swollen under the rubbing of his rough hands, and began to slightly separate, revealing the two tender labia minora inside. The vaginal opening, the size of a soybean, was also exposed to this lecherous man! He was so excited that his blood was boiling. This tiny slit was obviously not enough to satisfy his surging lust. He pinched my two thick labia majora and pulled them apart forcefully. My most mysterious sexual organ was so roughly played with and separated by him, revealing the virgin territory that had been covered by pubic hair and labia majora. He stared greedily at my red labia minora and deeper into my urethra and vagina. He suddenly lowered his head and pressed his mouth tightly against my "mouth"—I was forced to spread my long legs, letting him forcefully pry open my labia, but unexpectedly, he started licking himself there with his tongue—"Mmm—it's so itchy—!—Good brother!—Don't do this!—Ah!—No!—Itchy—it's so itchy! "Ah—Don't put it in!—Please!—Please—please—please!" I screamed weakly, groaned, and gasped—using the last bit of... I twisted my slender waist and buttocks with all my might, trying to escape his oral assault, but my naked body only excited him more and made him more violent. He spread my labia majora wide open, his tongue licking the inside of them forcefully, making me moan incessantly: "No!—No!—No—No!—It hurts so much!—Ah!—Help!—" On the warehouse bed, a sexy young woman lay with her white, jade-like legs spread wide, a young man relentlessly playing with her between them. The entire room was filled with the woman's seductive moans; the scene was truly lewd. I weakly gripped the sheets, enduring the sexual assault from inside my labia. As my moans grew louder, more and more white fluid seeped from my vulva, flowing down my labia to my anus—my thighs—my buttocks—and onto the sheets. His nimble tongue became increasingly audacious and bold, slowly moving from my labia majora to my labia minora. Finally, he slipped his tongue inside my pea-sized vaginal opening and began to move it in and out. I felt waves of tingling sensations in my vaginal opening and instinctively tried to clench my legs, but he forcefully spread them apart, watching as my previously tightly closed labia majora were now wide open, and streams of white fluid gushed from my vaginal opening—"Little slut, why are you leaking so much?" he asked excitedly. I replied shyly and helplessly, "Ah...it's not all of me...it's all of my...there's also...there's also my husband...there's also my husband's semen..." Oh God, I finally said it. And he finally couldn't hold back any longer, pulling out his large, erect penis that had been hard for an hour or so. I felt his tongue leave my vaginal opening and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. My face flushed, I wanted to look down at what he had done to my lower body, but I immediately saw his thick, erect penis with its stalk exposed. "You little slut! You're so horny, you just finished with your husband, and now I'm your husband too! — I'll fuck you to death!!" He chuckled lewdly, pressing his hard, shiny glans against my vulva. Instinctively, I screamed and twisted my hips, trying to escape the ravages of his huge cock. Unexpectedly, my twisting body allowed my wet genitals to rub against his thick cock. He waited patiently, holding his cock in his right hand and pressing it against my vulva, lewdly watching my writhing body rub against his enormous penis. In just a few minutes, I was panting heavily, drenched in sweat. He used his right hand to guide his thick cock, aiming the ping-pong ball-sized glans at my opening, and suddenly lowered his hips, forcing most of the hard glans inside. I felt a throbbing pain in my vaginal opening, as if it were being torn apart. "No!—Please!—Please—No—No!!—Ah!—It hurts—No—No!—" He grinned wickedly, watching his glans swell open my tiny vaginal opening. My painful screams aroused his bestiality. He felt my warm, moist vaginal opening tightly enveloping his hard glans, waves of sexual pleasure emanating from it. He pulled his hips back, and in the brief moment I caught my breath, he thrust his hips forward again, his thick penis plunging deep into my vagina. I almost fainted from the force of his thrusts; my vagina burned with pain, aching and swollen with discomfort. "No! — Hmm! — No! — It hurts! — It hurts so much! — Ah! — No! — Stop —" His bulging veins had penetrated more than halfway into my vagina, which tightly gripped his hot cock. Streams of white, lustful fluid were seeping from the junction of his cock and vaginal opening. His cock trembled with excitement, no longer caring about the life or death of the sexy virgin beneath him. With another thrust, he pushed his entire cock inside me amidst my screams! Only then did he shift his gaze from my lewd lower body to my face. My brows furrowed, my teeth clenched, and I tried my best to suppress my moans. I realized that the more I screamed, the harder he fucked me, but the feeling of fullness inside my vagina was so painful, and it was even more unbearable if I didn't scream! He read these hidden messages on my face, and his lower body began to move. He began to thrust slowly, three shallow strokes followed by one deep one, his rough penis rubbing against the tender walls of my vagina. Waves of pleasure from the friction spread throughout my body. My clenched teeth loosened, and alluring moans filled the room: "Good husband—no!—don't do this!—it feels so good!—mmm!—mmm—mmm!—no!—no more!—" He lay on top of me, holding my sweaty body, my swollen breasts pressed tightly against him. Hearing me call him husband so readily, he became even more frenzied, kissing me while his hips moved back and forth incessantly. He continued with the three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, his breathing growing heavier and his words increasingly vulgar: "You little slut! Are you enjoying being fucked by your husband? My horny wife! I'll fuck you to death! I'll fuck you!—Fuck you!" He grew more and more excited; such gentle movements were no longer enough to satisfy his lust. He suddenly sat up, forcefully spreading my legs and placing them on his shoulders, looking down at his cock brutally ravaging me. He began to thrust with all his might, the bed creaking loudly under the frenzied movements of his iron rod, interspersed with my desperate screams. Under the attack of his huge, lewd rod, my vagina secreted more lustful fluid, moistening my tender vaginal walls, making "splashing" sounds with his vigorous thrusts. These sounds excited him even more; he held my waist, thrusting tirelessly. I lay there helplessly, feeling my whole body being thrust back and forth by him, my breasts swaying back and forth, the tugging at the base of my nipples causing me great discomfort. I quickly noticed his gaze fixed on my breasts, and I watched in horror as he reached out and grabbed my two bouncing breasts, beginning another round of ravaging. This time, he kneaded my full breasts like a wild beast, as if trying to crush them. My tender breasts quickly became red, swollen, and even more alluring. His penis wasn't idle either. While he played with my two plump breasts with his hands, he thrust his penis hard with his waist. The edge of his hard glans scraped against the tender flesh of my vaginal walls. My vaginal opening, which was the size of a soybean, was swollen to the size of an egg by his thick penis. Every time he pulled out his penis, my labia majora and minora would turn outwards, bringing with them my thick white fluid. Time passed by, and I was half dead from his fucking. My long hair was a mess on the bed, some of it still hanging on my sweaty breasts. His penis finally couldn't hold back any longer. Like a wild beast, he thrust hard for the last few dozen times, grabbed my two plump breasts tightly with his hands, and gushed out streams of hot semen from his urethra. I felt as if boiling water had been poured into my uterus. I twisted my slender waist a few more times, and the white fluid gushed out like a spring—only then did he truly appreciate my alluring naked body. My breasts were swollen and red from his vigorous kneading, my nipples trembling slightly like two red grapes. Below my slender waist and flat abdomen was that lush forest, my pubic hair wet and unable to cover the most alluring female genitalia. My labia majora were engorged and swollen from his penetration, completely parted to the sides, my vaginal opening still slightly open, and streams of thick white fluid flowing out continuously—as he ejaculated, the room suddenly became very quiet, my lewd moans stopped, and only soft breathing could be heard. He pulled his penis out of my vagina, his semen still flowing out. He leered at me and said, "You little slut, what's coming out of there?" I blushed instantly and said coquettishly, "You're so annoying! You know perfectly well. It's all your—your—dirty—things!" "What dirty things? Tell me!" "It's—it's—semen." "Whose semen is it? Tell me!" "It's…it's yours…it's yours and…my husband's semen…" My words trailed off, barely audible. My adorable, embarrassed expression was completely different from her screams when she was being penetrated. My lewd words…This further aroused his desire. His burning gaze began to scan my naked body again, as he made me masturbate his penis. Soon, his penis became erect again, even thicker and harder thanks to my first time. Like a wolf, he pounced on my naked body. My vagina was still wet and slippery. This time, there was no foreplay, only the release of his primal lust. Just like before, he spread my legs wide, pressed his swollen, purplish-black, thick penis against the entrance of my vagina, and with a forceful thrust, the entire length of his penis plunged into my little hole. Having learned from my previous experience, my vagina wasn't as tight as it had been the first time. He could thrust in and out more easily, and the intense pleasure from the in-and-out motion made his movements even more ferocious and powerful, as if he wanted to pierce my vagina. He held me down, thrusting his penis in and out, yelling, "You slut! -- I'm going to fuck you to death! -- Scream! -- Call me husband! --" "Ugh -- No! -- Stop! -- It hurts -- Please! -- Stop! -- Ah! -- Husband -- I -- I want it!" I felt a hot iron rod relentlessly thrusting in and out of my vagina, the tip feeling like a cork hitting my cervix, a tingling sensation spreading from there. "No! -- Please! -- Your penis is too big! -- Ugh! --" Under his frenzied movements, I quickly reached orgasm, hot, wet fluid gushing from my uterus, scalding his glans. My vagina instinctively contracted, tightly gripping his penis, like my mouth sucking on his glans. This time, he couldn't hold back, and a thick stream of semen shot out again. He held me tightly, ejaculating all his semen into my small uterus. We fell asleep in each other's arms. After a short rest, his strength gradually returned, while I was exhausted, drenched in sweat, my long hair disheveled. Suddenly, my phone rang, startling me. I quickly answered; it was my husband. He said he was drinking with friends and wouldn't be home, telling me to get some rest. I quickly agreed and hung up. He asked who it was. I wrapped one arm around him, pressing my breasts against his face, and with the other, I pulled his hand back to my vagina. I whispered shyly, "I'll keep you company on duty at the warehouse tonight. You can enjoy me slowly, but be gentle, because I want my husband to do it again tomorrow..."

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