My wife is a primary school teacher

My wife is a primary school teacher, tall and voluptuous with a beautiful and dignified face. But perhaps you wouldn't expect that when she stands on the podium, lecturing with such seriousness, her graceful body beneath that elegant, well-fitting business suit is actually straining her thighs together—her vagina and uterus are filled with thick semen, gushing outwards. A stream of semen has already broken through the covering of her black lace panties, slowly flowing down her thighs. There is so much semen that it slightly swells her lower abdomen, and the pressure and effort she puts into tightening her vaginal walls give her waves of pleasure, a constant, slight trembling that originates from her vagina and rushes to her brain and entire body. My wife's face and skin turn flushed and hot, and the feeling of being rubbed and sucked still lingers on her full breasts, which are not wearing a bra; her erect nipples stand out clearly against her outer clothing. Her voice becomes increasingly seductive, accompanied by soft panting. Unfortunately, the children below the podium are oblivious to this, only the growing number of parents picking up their children outside the window can see everything clearly. Unlike other classes where most parents were elderly or women, the parents picking up their children from my wife's class were all robust men. Even the male faculty members showed unusual interest in this class. They clearly knew that my wife's current alluring demeanor was due to their efforts throughout the day, at different times and places, and that they would continue to try—I already knew that so much semen couldn't all be from me, although I'm quite capable myself.
As the light in the bedroom gradually brightened, my wife slowly woke up, lazily stretching her limbs. The feeling of our "battle" last night still lingered in her body. She couldn't help but turn her head, looking at me still asleep, a shy and happy smile appearing on her beautiful face.
We were from the same hometown and were classmates in university. At the time, I was the youngest in the class, and my wife was a year older than me. I had never been in a relationship before, and no one expected that she, known as the "department beauty," would be won over by a "young upstart" like me. Most of my competitors were intimidated by my wife's dignified, elegant, and aloof demeanor; they never even dared to hold her hand, and she had never even kissed me before. But I, with my headstrong impulsiveness and a smattering of female psychology knowledge gleaned from the "sex education textbooks" I devoured in middle school, gradually won her heart. I discovered that my wife actually had a vulnerable and submissive side; once you opened her heart, she would give herself completely. My wife had a strict upbringing, and her views on sex were very conservative. We started dating in our sophomore year of college, and it wasn't until my birthday in our final semester of senior year that she gave me her virginity, which she had treasured for over twenty years. At that moment, I felt like the happiest person in the world. After graduation, my wife returned to her hometown and became a teacher at a primary school in the county town; she loved her job. I quit my government job after half a year and started my own business; after a few years, I've achieved some success. With everything on track and more free time, we naturally got married, and we've been together for five years now.
Our sex life has been incredibly fulfilling these past five years. My energy and desire are equally strong; I make love to my wife almost every day, always trying to find different ways to do it. My wife, however, acts like it's her first time, maintaining a virginal reserve and shyness. She's so gentle and shy, it even gives one a sense of submissiveness. She accepts whatever I do, and this submissiveness sometimes makes me unsure whether she's willing or enduring, happy or in pain. But whatever it is, I crave that suffering expression and moaning from her; those expressions and moans always give me a sense of conquest, bringing me to overwhelming orgasms! My wife's lovemaking is incredibly sexy without being vulgar. No matter how much I arouse her, or how excited she is, she never shows any lewdness. I could only tell from her alluring eyes, her burning skin, her swaying hips, her controlled breathing, and the rapid flow of her love juices that my wife was also enjoying herself. She never initiated anything, only gently reminding me with her watery eyes and blushing cheeks. And whenever I needed her, she was always willing to oblige, making me happy as if it were her duty in our sex life. However, she had her own principles: I had to wear a condom because we didn't want children yet, and even if I was impatient, she would gently but firmly put one on for me; also, she didn't like oral or anal sex. Although I insisted, she had tried it once or twice, but never successfully, considering it "dirty" and painful. Aside from that, my wife was truly an excellent sexual partner. The wonderful blend of elegance and sensuality in her made me feel an uncontrollable desire whenever I saw her.
Just like last night, we did it from 10 pm to midnight, leaving our marks everywhere from the living room to the bedroom. I changed positions at least seven or eight times, from missionary to doggy style. My wife's breathing and moans grew increasingly rapid, and her vaginal contractions became more and more powerful. When I carried her to the large mirror, showing her her flushed cheeks and sweaty skin, she let out a soft, coquettish sound, closed her eyes tightly, but her thighs clamped me even tighter. I could clearly feel the increased grip on my penis inside her vagina, and as I thrust in with all my might, I couldn't help but ejaculate. Even though there was a thin membrane between us, the heat hitting her uterus still made her let out a suppressed cry, and her love juice gushed out from the vaginal walls. We reached orgasm simultaneously. In her dazed state, my wife bit my shoulder, and we collapsed onto the bed, too weak to even wipe away the sweat and love juice, falling into a deep sleep in each other's arms... My wife came back to her senses, leaned down, and kissed the teeth marks on my shoulder with her full, red lips, smiling wistfully. She gently lifted the blanket, revealing my erect penis, still wrapped in last night's condom, its tip brimming with semen. A blush rose to her face. She gently bit her lip, still holding the base of my penis with her left hand, while her slender, white fingers slowly and gently rolled the condom up, careful not to wake me. When the condom reached the tip, the overflowing semen seemed about to spill. With one hand holding my penis, she grabbed a tissue from beside the pillow and wrapped it around the glans. With a gentle pull and a twist of her wrist, she caught the entire bag of semen without spilling a drop. This was her almost daily "homework," a routine she'd mastered. The stimulation of my sensitive area still made my body twitch a few times. My wife smiled softly, shrugged her bare shoulders, and got out of bed, carrying my bag of "seeds and grandchildren." I hesitated, thinking of putting on my underwear before going to the bathroom, but seeing the glistening, dried fluid between my legs, I hesitated. My wife, however, remained naked and tiptoed out of the bedroom.
As her soft footsteps disappeared outside the door, I suddenly opened my eyes. I had been awake for a while; I always woke up at this time. I knew my pure and virtuous wife was about to begin her day of sexual bliss. She had been diligently hiding all of this from me, striving to maintain her image as a virtuous wife in my eyes, because her heart was pure, her love for me had never wavered, and her actions were all for my reputation, all to preserve this marriage she cherished. But what my wife didn't know was that I had meticulously planned and orchestrated all of this, and that I controlled everything.
It wasn't long before class started, and the tireless noise of elementary school students could be faintly heard through the window. Because my wife's school was in the city center, a very convenient location, we decided to settle down near the school when they built teachers' apartments. This makes it very convenient for my wife to get to work; she can sleep at least half an hour longer in the morning and go straight to class on time.
Through the half-open bedroom door, I could hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom—my wife was washing away the traces of our lovemaking last night. My wife is very clean and has always been in the habit of showering twice a day. Back in college, I joked that her daily shower pass money was enough for me to buy a plate of cheat sheets in the cafeteria, for which she would call me a little stinky pig for barely showering a few times a month. Lately, she's been showering even more frequently, and I know why, of course. There's a bathtub in the ensuite bathroom, but my wife doesn't want to wake me, so she goes to the outer bathroom to shower. This makes things easier for me; I can now prepare myself at my leisure every day. I got out of bed, quickly washed away the love fluid my wife had left on my lower abdomen in the ensuite bathroom, put on a nightgown, and quietly walked into the hallway.
Normally, my wife would be taking a shower and wouldn't hear any noise outside, but to make this game last longer and be more exciting, I decided to let her think I was still dreaming. I checked the swivel lock in the bathroom; it probably wasn't locked from the inside. That wasn't important; what mattered was the security door. I gently retracted the bolt of the security door lock, leaving it slightly ajar. For anyone with ulterior motives, that was enough. My wife's memory wasn't very good; if I said she forgot to lock the door properly, she wouldn't suspect a thing. Now it was time to put my secret weapon, which I'd spent several days setting up, to use. I'd bought these pinhole cameras and surveillance cameras when I went to the provincial capital for business, and installing them discreetly, despite not being an expert in the field, had been a real struggle. Although I tested the angles yesterday afternoon, I still checked each of the hidden cameras again: the two in the living room were on the TV wall and next to the picture frames above the sofa, looking like nail heads; the one on the balcony was on top of the storage cabinet, and the one in the kitchen was on top of the range hood—all places my wife couldn't see or notice. The one in the bathroom was next to the water heater pipe, which was exactly what I needed right now. As for the cameras in the bedroom and study, it seemed I wouldn't be able to use them until the afternoon at the earliest. With everything ready, I rushed back to the bedroom, took the monitor from my bedside table, and, with a pounding heart, turned it on and switched to the camera in the bathroom… The image quality was superb! The camera was about 30 centimeters above a person's height, a perfect angle. Perhaps because the water temperature wasn't set too high, there was very little steam, and the camera's automatic dimming and focusing functions were excellent; my wife's body was clearly visible on the screen. It seemed my money was well spent on this system. My wife was engrossed in washing her lower body, so her face wasn't visible, but her curvaceous figure was even more alluring in the picture: her firm breasts, like two trembling milk jellies, jiggled with her movements, and her two bright red nipples, like cherries on the jellies, were exceptionally tender; her slender yet strong waist swayed gracefully, her flat abdomen was free of any excess fat, and her full, round buttocks seemed to defy gravity, perking up perfectly. The most attractive features of a woman were combined so perfectly in my wife! This was all thanks to her long-term exercise, and of course, not just in bed. My wife had practiced rhythmic gymnastics since childhood, and even won a medal at the provincial university games in college! My wife had strong muscles and taut skin, and a pair of long legs that were uncommon among East Asians, which made her genitals appear high, perfectly meeting the requirements of a fine art model. Her fair skin was almost flawless, and her long, black hair, wet with water, shone with an oily sheen. This striking contrast of black and white, this voluptuous body—was this the woman I slept with every day, the "public wife" I had intentionally created for the students' parents and teachers? Was she the "public toilet" that any man in the neighborhood could use at will? But when she looked up, I saw a face radiating pure elegance, a pair of bright eyes—where was there even a trace of a wanton woman? This beautiful body was like a spring scene from a classical oil painting, making one forget worldly concerns. I couldn't help but ask myself, was everything I was doing right? Undoubtedly, my perverse psychology was greatly satisfied; I was almost constantly excited because of my wife's physical experiences. But what about my wife? Was this deception or harm? How would she react if she knew that most of the men who possessed her were arranged by her husband? However, I seemed to have discovered that my wife was gradually getting used to this continuous series of immoral sexual encounters, and was deriving increasing pleasure from them. So, we were a win-win situation? When did all this start? Oh, it all started with those guys I'd been obsessed with since college: Giant Bean, Asian Love, Wuji, and Sex Tiger… My thoughts drifted further and further away, and I didn't even notice a man's hand appearing on the small screen in the living room. He gently pulled open the half-closed security door, then expertly closed it again, turning and walking straight to the bathroom without even checking his surroundings. Clearly, this was a regular; he knew my wife and I'd been following our schedules perfectly, knowing I was definitely sleeping in the bedroom and my wife was definitely showering in the bathroom. I was still lost in thought when the man reached the bathroom and tried to turn the doorknob. That snapped me back to reality. All thoughts of repentance vanished, replaced by a powerful urge to spy on my wife's infidelity. Men, it's always the penis that commands the brain!
I focused on the screen. From this angle, I could only see the man's back standing outside the bathroom. I gritted my teeth in regret, but I wouldn't have to wait long; the bathroom camera would soon come in handy. Before this system was installed, although I opened the security door almost every morning, and every few days a lecherous man would sneak in, I could only eavesdrop through the door. Sometimes I could tell from his tone and accent, and sometimes from the name my wife blurted out in surprise. But more often I could only hear my wife's surprised voice, the man's lustful, impatient, and lewd voice, short, strained sounds of resistance and struggle, my wife's soft pleas being covered by a gag; then the sounds of flesh colliding, the man's excited, heavy breathing, my wife's increasingly clear but deliberately suppressed moans; then the strange, strained sound from the man's throat, followed by brief silence, and finally the sound of my wife sighing and washing up after the man hurriedly closed the door and left; and of course, the sound of my wife's footsteps as she went to the bedroom door to listen for any movement. I could only guess who it was, and then spend the whole day lining up all the male faculty and staff in the school: I knew that anyone able to enter the faculty apartments at this time in the morning couldn't possibly be a student's parent or anyone else. This frustrating reasoning led me to decide to install this camera system with sound; today, I was going to fulfill my long-held wish to "live stream"!
The figure on the screen turned the bathroom doorknob—sure enough, it wasn't locked! It seemed that my wife had lowered her guard because I hadn't opened the door as usual these past few days due to the installation plan (she occasionally remembers to close the door when I leave it open, which is when the poor lecherous man outside suffers). Hearing the sound of the handle turning, my wife, who was drying herself with a large towel on the bathroom screen, instinctively stopped. I saw a complex expression on her face: surprise, worry, suspicion, resistance, and perhaps a glimmer of hope. The doorknob turned to its full extent, and the door was slowly pushed open, revealing a man's figure in front of my wife and the camera.
"Cheng Bin?" "Teacher Cheng?" My wife and I exclaimed simultaneously, but I was in the bedroom, just inches away, facing this man who was "secretly" raping my wife through a webcam, while my wife was naked in our own bathroom, facing this man who wasn't her husband. "Teacher Cheng?" My wife's everyday address slipped out, but her hands instinctively raised a towel to cover her high breasts. Her fair body trembled slightly as if suddenly chilled, and her full buttocks and smooth shoulders, facing the webcam, contracted sharply upwards, her entire tall figure resembling a frightened kitten. I had overheard countless times her sudden reaction to a lecherous man, or heard vivid "reports" from the men I had arranged, but this was the first time I had witnessed it so vividly before my eyes. Such a strong psychological stimulus caused my penis to instantly harden, like lightning. My surprise wasn't because this Cheng Bin was a new addition to the "watering" group; he had entered and exited my wife's body at least dozens of times before. What surprised me was the coincidence. The first man I arranged for my wife was Cheng Bin; he was the first among all those lustful men in the neighborhood to have her body. And now, he was the first person to have sex with my wife right under my nose after I installed the hidden camera. How could he be so lucky? "Yeah, it's me. Happy now?" Cheng Bin said with a sly grin on the camera. He had already taken off his coat in the living room, and while speaking, he was unbuckling his belt, which made him seem even more eager. Actually, Cheng Bin was a pretty outstanding man, at least in appearance. He was a physical education teacher at my wife's school. His tall, muscular physique, honed by years of exercise, and his well-defined features—thick eyebrows, big eyes, and the kind of "prince" that women subconsciously crave—were all he was. My choice of Cheng Bin as the first man to defile my wife's body was also based on this consideration: as the first man besides her husband to forcibly possess her body, at least she shouldn't feel any physical aversion; other reactions could be gradually calmed down. Moreover, as a woman with a normal human love of beauty, I could see that my wife had a vague attraction to Cheng Bin, which made my planning even more exciting, stirring a strange impulse within me… "What do you want to do? Get out!" my wife whispered, her heart clenching as if gripped by a large hand. She knew very well what was about to happen; this had happened countless times before. The man before her was the one who had caused her to become so promiscuous, the one who had taken her virginity, and all the men and penises that followed were pioneered by this man! Whether it was the education she received from childhood or her guilt towards her husband (actually, it was me who should feel guilty), everything should have made my wife hate Cheng Bin to the core. However, the wife couldn't quite explain her feelings: Why did she feel a persistent, subtle urge that day? Why was her husband, who never drank, completely drunk? Why did Cheng Bin appear so conveniently when her heart was wavering? Why did she still have this inappropriate attraction to him? (The wife didn't know that Cheng Bin was at most the first vibrator I had chosen for her; I was the one who created her into a "toilet"! Of course, the wife also didn't know why she had become so "lewd" and so desperate that day; because I had added a trace of aphrodisiac to the milk she drank.) "Why bother? We're an old married couple, what's there to be embarrassed about?" "You shameless! My husband is next door, he's about to get up, get out!" the wife hissed in a low voice, her usually gentle and melodious voice becoming hoarse with tension. Actually, she was also very conflicted. She wanted to use me to drive this man away, but she was also afraid that I would actually wake up, and then all her efforts and sacrifices would be in vain. Wasn't her first loss of virginity because she was afraid of waking her husband? That day, at the school's family social gathering, I deliberately drank too much. Cheng Bin, whom I had arranged beforehand, drove me home. With his instructions, he raped my wife on the sofa in the living room, while I, pretending to be drunk, excitedly listened to everything from the bed in the bedroom. Through the crack in the bedroom door, I stared intently at my wife's face, a mixture of grief and suppressed sensuality, as she was being raped, filled with guilt and excitement. "Your husband? Don't worry, he's sleeping soundly. How could he know that his wife is cheating on him? You're not really going to wake him up, are you?" Cheng Bin knew his wife's weakness and deliberately raised his voice. He had already stripped naked, a thick, hard penis throbbing between his legs—it was about to enter my wife's body! The camera focused on Cheng Bin's exceptionally strong physique; his bronze skin taut over his undulating muscles, exuding a powerful masculine scent and allure. Even I envied him for this; although I was a key defender on my university's football team, my physical abilities couldn't compare to his. As expected, the wife was defeated by this all-powerful phrase. Her legs went weak, and she involuntarily took two steps back. Cheng Bin seized the opportunity to step forward and embrace her fair body. A strong masculine aura instantly enveloped her. This familiar scent, the strong and powerful male body, and the battle between her inner desires and morals sent shivers down her spine. Her beautiful eyes were misty. She knew what was about to happen, but her heart instinctively resisted, clinging to the last vestige of purity in her soul. Each time felt like the first time she was raped by another man. Each time, she tried her best to resist, resisting the man's penis and her own physical needs, even though she knew how futile this resistance was, especially against the strong man holding her tightly in his arms. The show was finally about to begin! In the bedroom, I was so excited I couldn't sit still, my penis hard as a board. Through the high-efficiency camera... In the bathroom outside, my wife's slender, fair body was tightly entwined with Cheng Bin's muscular, bronzed physique. A white towel was still limply held to her chest. Cheng Bin ripped the towel away, and his hot pectoral muscles pressed against her high, full breasts without any obstruction. My wife couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!" Her slender waist was held tightly in Cheng Bin's arms, unable to move. Her upper body instinctively leaned back, arching like a bow on the screen in front of me. Even through the microphone and headphones, I could still hear the multiple meanings in that soft cry. My wife futilely tried to pry Cheng Bin's arm from her waist with one hand, while her other hand, having finally managed to break free, weakly pushed against Cheng Bin's chest. But to me, it seemed more like a reluctant resistance. Perhaps all men possess a beastly nature, and his wife's resistance only fueled Cheng Bin's intense desire. Despite having taken the woman's body from him many times before, how could such beautiful flesh ever tire of him? The thrill of defiling another man's wife, especially the knowing that her husband was next door, perhaps even eavesdropping (I can't believe I'm watching!), made Cheng Bin's penis as hard as a rock. He thrust and pounded between his wife's long legs, while she weakly clamped her thighs together, hoping this would hold her last line of defense. Cheng Bin, however, knew that in this environment and under his assault, his wife's resistance wouldn't last long—she was already breathing slightly. He turned her small head and kissed her full, red lips. The slight stubble of his beard brushed against her smooth, tender face, making him feel aroused, but his wife still tightly pursed her lips, letting Cheng Bin's mouth ravage her face. Cheng Bin smiled lewdly, shifting his focus: one hand still held his wife's waist, controlling her feeble resistance, his fingers busy kneading the firm skin of her slender waist. His other hand traced down her smooth, pointed shoulders and back to her full, slightly upturned buttocks, caressing her plump flesh. The rich, fleshy sensation stimulated both of them, their breathing becoming heavy. Cheng Bin lowered his head, skillfully finding his wife's breasts with his lips, his tongue moving back and forth, occasionally sucking on her nipples or flicking them with his tongue. His wife's heavy breasts trembled with each tongue movement, a current coursing through her body, her rosy nipples gradually becoming engorged and erect. His wife's hands weakly pushed against Cheng Bin, her head tilting back limply, her long, black hair swaying like willow branches with his movements. The physical sensations intensified, but the wife's consciousness slowly blurred. She murmured as if in a dream, "No...don't...do this, quickly...let...me go...ah...!" A continuous stream of pleasure surged within her. Her two long, slender, white thighs involuntarily rubbed and contracted, and her untouched genitals became sensitive, her vagina burning hot. The wife could even feel a trace of love.A secret fluid was quietly being secreted. Her breathing gradually became more alluring, and Cheng Bin sensitively noticed this. He slowly released his arms from around her waist and moved them towards his wife's lower body, his fingers gently tugging at the soft pubic hair and rubbing the tender flesh of her vaginal opening. His wife slightly retreated, as if trying to avoid the intrusion of this hand that wasn't her husband's into her private, sensitive area, but Cheng Bin's fingers followed closely like a nimble multi-headed snake, rubbing his wife's genitals even more greedily. His technique was quite skillful; he deliberately didn't penetrate his wife's vagina, but instead provided continuous stimulation to her vulva. His wife's labia slowly became engorged with blood, slightly parting, and a faint scent of love fluid wafted out; her clitoris gradually hardened under Cheng Bin's skillful caresses, highlighting the protection of her labia, making it even more attractive for his fingers to attack and flick it repeatedly. Each of Cheng Bin's attacks stirred huge waves in his wife's nervous system, and the amplitude of her body's twisting became increasingly greater. Even on the monitor, I could clearly see my wife's skin turn crimson, a flush of desire rising on her beautiful face as she twisted and turned. Her suppressed moans grew increasingly seductive, striking my heart through the headphones. Her entire vagina felt burning hot, as if even her uterus had turned into semi-molten lava. More love fluid secreted from her vagina, wetting Cheng Bin's palm. Cheng Bin wiped up some of the sticky fluid, smelled it, and even I could almost smell that familiar, sweet fragrance. Cheng Bin held his hand full of love fluid in front of his wife's eyes. "Look, you're so wet. You need it too, don't you? What are you pretending for?" he whispered in her ear. Unexpectedly, my wife, already lost in passion, still retained a last shred of consciousness. What Cheng Bin saw as flirtatious words ignited her shame. She instinctively avoided the fluid she had secreted, using her last bit of willpower to try and pull herself out of the whirlpool of lust. "I was raped, how can I feel this way?" My wife twisted her body, trying to break free from Cheng Bin's embrace. "Oh...please...please, let...me go...ah..." This kind of soft moaning with a sob in her voice was like Viagra to a man; both Cheng Bin's and my penises became erect as if on command. I could only pinch myself down, while Cheng Bin's penis pounded against my wife's lower abdomen, like the sounding of a war drum for a general offensive. His excellent athleticism came in handy; his movements were swift, grabbing my wife's arms and pushing her against the wall, stabilizing her struggling body. My wife twisted and turned, panting, weakly crying out, "What...are you going to do...? Let...me go...!" "What am I going to do? We've done it so many times already, what do you think I'm going to do?" Cheng Bin grinned lewdly, using one knee to push between my wife's legs, easily separating her tightly clenched thighs, and a menacing penis followed, thrusting between her legs. This penis was so erect, pointing upwards without its owner's help, the glans, swollen purple with heat and lust, automatically pressing against my wife's vulva. Frankly, because Cheng Bin was taller than me, his penis was also larger. Finally, I could see another man's penis enter my wife's vagina, and this penis was even larger than mine, making me even more excited! I suppressed my pounding heart and aching penis, my hands trembling as I zoomed in: Cheng Bin's penis moved back and forth between my wife's thighs, the vaginal fluid wetting it, gleaming silver under the light and the high-resolution lens. My wife's constant writhing automatically smeared the continuously secreted fluid onto Cheng Bin's penis, the glistening fluid wetting her thick pubic hair as it moved in and out. The glans moved against my wife's vulva, occasionally parting her labia, teasing her sensitive clitoris, and even penetrating the vaginal opening. Each time this happened, my wife tensed up, as if her fortress had fallen. The lewd atmosphere in the air grew increasingly intense, and the three men caught in the throes of lust began to change: I, sitting in the bedroom holding the monitor and rubbing my penis, and Cheng Bin, embracing his wife in the bathroom, both grew increasingly hard, while the body of the woman being raped grew increasingly limp. "Ah... let... go... stop... oh... oh..." The words of resistance escaping her red lips gradually turned into seductive gasps and moans, and her two fair thighs involuntarily spread wider and wider. Faced with such a beautiful and alluring female body, Cheng Bin could no longer restrain himself. He freed one hand and aimed his penis, hard as an iron rod, at the entrance of his wife's moist and smooth vagina, slowly pushing the swollen, mushroom-like glans into her vagina. His wife's body seemed to be lifted up slowly, her beautiful face, with its luscious red lips slightly parted, uttered an "oh..." Cheng Bin's glans entered my wife's vagina. Years of gymnastics training had tightened his pelvic area, and the intense heat of the touch surged through his senses like an electric current. He thrust his hips forward recklessly, and his hot, hard penis plunged deep into her vagina. "He finally got it in!" Seeing someone else's penis enter my wife's body for the first time, I felt a sense of accomplishment. Caught up in extreme excitement, neither Cheng Bin nor I noticed that my wife, her lower body being thrust into by his penis, murmured something. If the microphone had been any more sensitive, I would have heard my unfaithful wife say, "Husband... I'm sorry...!"The lewd atmosphere in the air grew increasingly intense, and the three men caught in the throes of lust began to change: I, sitting in the bedroom holding the monitor and rubbing my penis, and Cheng Bin, embracing his wife in the bathroom, both grew increasingly hard, while the body of the woman being raped grew increasingly limp. "Ah... let... go... stop... oh... oh..." The words of resistance escaping her red lips gradually turned into seductive gasps and moans, and her two fair thighs involuntarily spread wider and wider. Faced with such a beautiful and alluring female body, Cheng Bin could no longer restrain himself. He freed one hand and aimed his penis, hard as an iron rod, at the entrance of his wife's moist and smooth vagina, slowly pushing the swollen, mushroom-like glans into her vagina. His wife's body seemed to be lifted up slowly, her beautiful face, with its luscious red lips slightly parted, uttered an "oh..." Cheng Bin's glans entered my wife's vagina. Years of gymnastics training had tightened his pelvic area, and the intense heat of the touch surged through his senses like an electric current. He thrust his hips forward recklessly, and his hot, hard penis plunged deep into her vagina. "He finally got it in!" Seeing someone else's penis enter my wife's body for the first time, I felt a sense of accomplishment. Caught up in extreme excitement, neither Cheng Bin nor I noticed that my wife, her lower body being thrust into by his penis, murmured something. If the microphone had been any more sensitive, I would have heard my unfaithful wife say, "Husband... I'm sorry...!"The lewd atmosphere in the air grew increasingly intense, and the three men caught in the throes of lust began to change: I, sitting in the bedroom holding the monitor and rubbing my penis, and Cheng Bin, embracing his wife in the bathroom, both grew increasingly hard, while the body of the woman being raped grew increasingly limp. "Ah... let... go... stop... oh... oh..." The words of resistance escaping her red lips gradually turned into seductive gasps and moans, and her two fair thighs involuntarily spread wider and wider. Faced with such a beautiful and alluring female body, Cheng Bin could no longer restrain himself. He freed one hand and aimed his penis, hard as an iron rod, at the entrance of his wife's moist and smooth vagina, slowly pushing the swollen, mushroom-like glans into her vagina. His wife's body seemed to be lifted up slowly, her beautiful face, with its luscious red lips slightly parted, uttered an "oh..." Cheng Bin's glans entered my wife's vagina. Years of gymnastics training had tightened his pelvic area, and the intense heat of the touch surged through his senses like an electric current. He thrust his hips forward recklessly, and his hot, hard penis plunged deep into her vagina. "He finally got it in!" Seeing someone else's penis enter my wife's body for the first time, I felt a sense of accomplishment. Caught up in extreme excitement, neither Cheng Bin nor I noticed that my wife, her lower body being thrust into by his penis, murmured something. If the microphone had been any more sensitive, I would have heard my unfaithful wife say, "Husband... I'm sorry...!"
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