A Short Biography of Wang Jin from Water Margin

A bustling crowd, thronging the market, filled with the incessant cries of vendors—this was the scene at Bianjing's marketplace.

At the market's largest intersection, a clearing was completely surrounded by the throng.

In the center of the clearing, an elderly man stood with his hands behind his back. As the crowd grew, he shakily pulled a large, thick, and long black penis from his trousers.

With a single breath, he raised his hand, and his penis, from his abdomen to his chest, instantly bulged with veins, growing even larger, proudly displaying itself to the crowd. This immediately drew cheers and applause from the crowd, with spectators occasionally tossing loose copper coins into an iron basin held by the old man's daughter.

The old man walked around the clearing, his penis erect, allowing the audience to verify its authenticity.

A burly man touched the old man's penis and exclaimed, "What a fine man!"

A young scholar with a folding fan touched it and thought to himself, "If I had a penis like that, why would I need to take the imperial examinations? "

A maid touched it and covered her mouth tightly with her small hand in shock, completely forgetting that the hand covering her mouth had just touched the old man's penis.

A middle-aged woman touched it, shook her head, and clicked her tongue in amazement, saying, "A late bloomer!"
Hearing "a late bloomer," the elderly man paused, his brows furrowed, and a few more wrinkles appeared on his bark-like face. These four words truly struck a chord with Old Man Yang...

Back when Old Man Yang was young, his shrewish wife disliked his small penis, cheated on him with other men for several years, and finally ran away with someone else, leaving behind only their young daughter. Years later, Old Yang accidentally received the true teachings of a master from Longhu Mountain. He used iron sand to train his penis, finally developing a shaft of copper tendons and iron bones. However, by the time he achieved this, he was too old to perform in public. From then on, he and his daughter traveled around, performing on the streets, claiming to be practitioners of the authentic Shaolin Iron Shirt technique, just to earn a meager living.

Old Yang focused his energy in his dantian, slightly squatted, and slowly pushed out his palms
. At first glance, he looked quite impressive. From the crowd, a servant jumped out. The servant walked up to Old Yang, glanced jealously at his large, black penis, then took more than ten steps back, suddenly took a running start, and kicked Old Yang in the crotch. Dust billowed up, and the crowd couldn't help but gasp, worried for the old man.

However, when the dust settled, Old Yang didn't move an inch, slowly wiping his penis with his hand. The crowd stared intently, only to see that the kick had left a white mark on Old Man Yang's penis.

The servant was gritting his teeth in pain, sweat beading on his forehead. Seeing the wooden sign that read "One Kick, One String of Cash," the servant reluctantly took out a string of copper coins and threw it into the iron basin held by Old Man Yang's daughter, then limped away.
After a moment of silence, the crowd erupted in cheers again, and Old Man Yang quickly bowed to thank everyone.
In the inner part of the crowd, a flamboyant man stood out from the crowd, chin held high, shoulders hunched, his expression quite contemptuous.

This man was none other than Gao Qiu, the local ruffian!

Three years ago, Gao Qiu was caught in an affair with his mother at home by his master, who, in a fit of rage, had him beaten and driven out of the house and taken to the authorities. After serving two years in prison, Gao Qiu was idle and aimless. Walking the streets, he was the subject of gossip from the villagers; not a single young woman dared to speak to him.
There's an old saying: "Hunger makes one indiscriminate in food, cold makes one indiscriminate in clothing, panic makes one indiscriminate in road, poverty makes one indiscriminate in wife." With no women to sleep with, Gao Qiu befriended several local thugs. Every night, they would go to a dilapidated house to lick each other's penises and have sex, venting their lust. Because Gao Qiu had the longest penis, the thugs considered him their leader, calling him "Second Brother Gao" all day long.

"Second Brother Gao!" a lecherous fat man next to Gao Qiu said, staring at Old Man Yang's daughter, "How long has it been since we tasted a woman?"

"Yeah, Second Brother, if we could just take her inside for a night, it would be worth dying for!" another thug said, drooling.
"Second Brother, think of something..." the surrounding thugs jeered.

Upon hearing this, Gao Qiu slowly pulled out ten taels of silver from his pocket and resolutely stepped forward. He clutched the silver tightly in his hand; it was his last remaining possession.

Gao Qiu walked up to Old Man Yang, waved the silver in front of him, and said, "I want to make a bet with you!"
"How so?"

"We'll see who has the hardest penis. If I lose, these ten taels of silver are yours."

Old Man Yang stroked his beard and laughed, saying, "Truly, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger! Come on!" "
Wait a minute," Gao Qiu held up one finger, "I haven't said what happens if I win."

"If you win, you decide what to do," Old Man Yang immediately said.

Gao Qiu turned his gaze to Old Man Yang's daughter, licking his lips, and said, "I won't make things difficult for you. If I win, your daughter can keep my brothers company all night."

Old Man Yang considered it briefly and agreed. Firstly, his daughter had accompanied him on his travels for many years, and the two often indulged in passionate lovemaking, finding solace in each other. Now, she was no longer a virgin, and even if a few thugs took advantage of her for a night, it wouldn't be a loss. Secondly, Old Man Yang believed his iron-sand penis was far superior to that of a mere child.

The group brought over a large stone slab, and Old Man Yang and Gao Qiu each placed their penises on it. Old Man Yang's penis was thick and long, while Gao Qiu's, though slightly larger than average, was clearly not in the same league as Old Man Yang's.

The onlookers, who had expected to witness an epic battle, were instead met with boos as Gao Qiu's penis paled in comparison to Old Man Yang's. Several middle-aged women began discussing amongst themselves, oblivious to their surroundings…

“A few years ago, Gao Qiu caused quite a stir. I heard he even slept with his own mother. I thought he was incredibly impressive, but now I see, his penis isn't even that good!”

“Yeah, I bet his penis isn't even as big as my husband's!”

“…”

The crowd murmured amongst themselves, the noise deafening. Gao Qiu remained unmoved, turning to Old Man Yang's daughter with a wicked smile, “Girl, I need to borrow your vaginal fluids.”

Old Man Yang's daughter glanced at her father, and seeing his nod in tacit approval, she could only walk to Gao Qiu's side, shyly lowering her head.

Gao Qiu's right hand slipped inside the girl's clothes, reaching for her private parts. Gao Qiu probed into the thick pubic hair, gently pinching and rubbing the clitoris with his thumb and forefinger in a plucking motion, while his middle finger stirred inside the vagina and his little finger moved in and out of the anus. This caused Old Man Yang's daughter to roll her eyes back, almost collapsing to the ground, completely lost in her own world, and she climaxed in no time.

Seeing this, Old Man Yang's jaw nearly dropped in astonishment. He knew his daughter had an extremely strong sex drive; how could she have reached orgasm so quickly?

Just as Old Man Yang was racking his brains, his daughter leaned over and whispered, "Father, be careful. This guy is no ordinary man. He just used what seems to be the long-lost 'Flower-Picking Acupoint Technique' from the martial arts world."

Old Man Yang was shocked and looked at Gao Qiu, only to see his hands covered in the vaginal fluid he had scooped from his daughter's vagina, which he then smeared evenly onto his penis. Instantly, Gao Qiu's penis seemed to break free of its seal, growing several times larger, the head almost dripping blood, trembling involuntarily with each pulse.
Gao Qiu continued his wicked grin, increasing the pressure on Old Man Yang. Old Man Yang's daughter stared blankly at Gao Qiu's penis, swallowing hard. She had never seen such a thick penis before, even larger than her father's. She glanced at the thugs, involuntarily recalling the image of herself being gang-raped by them… Old Man
Yang placed his penis on the stone slab, and Gao Qiu stepped up with his right foot, placing his own penis above Old Man Yang's. Gao Qiu flicked his hand, and the thick penis, like a fully drawn bow, was ready to be released.

Gao Qiu gently released his grip, and with a whooshing sound, the penis in his hand slammed downwards.

"Snap!" Old Man Yang felt as if his penis had been burned by a red-hot iron. His head was buzzing, and he even began to hallucinate. His large, black penis on the stone slab went limp. His divine power broken, Old Man Yang staggered back a few steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He knew he couldn't have sex for at least a month.

"Father, Father, how are you?" Old Man Yang's daughter hurriedly helped him up.

Old Man Yang coughed and muttered to himself, "Daughter, your father is really getting old. The younger generation surpasses the older!"
Looking at her father's limp penis, Old Man Yang's daughter's eyes filled with tears, and her gaze towards Gao Qiu turned venomous.

Seeing this, Old Man Yang whispered, "Don't blame him. If that young hero hadn't held back a third of his strength, your father would be a eunuch now. Listen to me, serve him well tonight."

"Hahaha!" Several thugs, their faces beaming with lewdness, laughed, "Brother Gao is truly amazing! Brother Gao is mighty!" As they spoke, they eagerly reached for Old Man Yang's daughter, tearing her clothes and leaving her white breasts covered in black handprints.

Old Man Yang's daughter struggled to find her father, but only saw a desolate figure. In the struggle, she touched a large penis, which was dripping with precum. She looked up at its owner, Gao Qiu, who was staring intently at her. Their eyes met, and Old Man Yang's daughter blushed deeply.

Gao Qiu slapped the girl's bottom and shouted, "Brothers, let's head back!"

But as soon as he turned around, he bumped into a seven-foot-tall man.

The man glared at Gao Qiu, his imposing presence radiating authority, and pointed at him, saying, "In broad daylight, in full view of everyone, you dare to harass an innocent woman! You have no

respect for the law!" Gao Qiu sneered, "Who are you? What's it to you?"

The man slammed his long staff on the ground and said, "I am Wang Jin, the instructor of the 800,000 Imperial Guards."
Chapter Two: Hero Saves the Beauty

Upon hearing Wang Jin announce his name, the thugs behind Gao Qiu trembled with fear and quickly fled.
Watching his brothers disappear into the distance, Gao Qiu shook his head in exasperation.

What's so great about being the instructor of the 800,000 Imperial Guards? Gao Qiu thought: I didn't steal or rob; what right does Wang Jin have to interfere in this consensual affair?

Having made up his mind, Gao Qiu ignored Wang Jin and calmly walked forward with Yang's daughter around the waist.

He never expected to be ignored by a local thug like this! Enraged, Wang Jin put his arm around Gao Qiu's shoulder, rendering him immobile.

Gao Qiu turned around and coldly said, "You're meddling way too much! We had an agreement, it was consensual, what business is it of yours?"

"I don't know about the agreement, but seeing you forcibly abduct a respectable woman in the street is utterly immoral! Today I'm going to intervene!"

A respectable woman? Gao Qiu had just examined Yang's daughter's private parts; they were loose and saggy, enough to fit three fingers together—definitely a rotten cunt that had been fucked countless times. If she's a respectable woman, then I'm still a poor scholar! Gao Qiu laughed, "I think you're just jealous that my penis is bigger than yours and that I have young women serving me, so you're deliberately picking a fight, aren't you?"
"Nonsense!" Wang Jin slapped him across the face.

Gao Qiu didn't dodge or flinch, and blood trickled from his mouth. After being hit, Gao Qiu showed no fear, instead laughing wildly, "Trying to force a confession just because you can't reason with him? You've disgraced the Song Dynasty!"
In a verbal battle, ten Wang Jins wouldn't be a match for this scoundrel. Wang Jin was furious, his face flushed red, wishing he could kill Gao Qiu with a single blow, but he knew that the situation wasn't suitable for continuing the fight. Gao Qiu's explicit words would put him in a difficult position; if word got out, Wang Jin's reputation would be ruined; besides, there were many people watching. If Gao Qiu had intentionally dodged, he could have easily crippled him; if he dared to retaliate, crippling him would be blameless. Unexpectedly, Gao Qiu neither dodged nor retaliated, but instead lectured him condescendingly, as if standing on a moral high ground. This put Wang Jin in a difficult position!

Wang Jin suppressed his anger, considered his options briefly, and then turned to the Yang family's daughter, asking, "This little rascal says it was consensual between you two. Am I meddling?"

The Yang family's daughter avoided his gaze, standing there speechless.

"Don't be afraid, I'll stand up for you. Tell the truth!"

Gao Qiu, furious, cursed inwardly: "Say what? In front of so many people, who would dare say they were willing? Even if they were, they'd have to pretend they weren't!

" Sure enough, the Yang family's daughter timidly said, "This humble woman is unwilling..."

Hearing this, Gao Qiu almost choked. Damn it! You're getting cocky! And you call yourself a "humble woman"? Why don't you just say you're a virgin? You have no shame!

Wang Jin then called Old Man Yang over and asked, "This little rascal said you had a prior agreement, is that true?"
How could Old Man Yang possibly admit to such an absurd bet? Sure enough, Old Man Yang gave Gao Qiu a complicated look and said to Wang Jin, "I was forced!"

These words seemed directed at Wang Jin, but Gao Qiu understood the unspoken meaning: breaking the bet was due to circumstances. What were these circumstances? "Circumstances" referred to the situation, and "power" to influence. If he had more power than Wang Jin, would he be in this situation today?

Understanding this, Gao Qiu felt relieved.

Wang Jin sneered, "What else do you have to say?"

"Nothing!"

"Since that's the case..." Wang Jin mustered all his strength and slapped Gao Qiu hard across the face, knocking him to the ground. This time, he used all his strength, and half of Gao Qiu's face immediately swelled up. Passing by Gao Qiu lying on the ground, Wang Jin kicked him away. Gao Qiu was kicked away like a rag doll, his fate unknown. Before losing consciousness, the last words Gao Qiu heard were: "Since that's how it is, don't let me run into you again, or I'll beat you every time I see you!"
Wang Jin strode away, with Old Man Yang and his daughter following closely behind. Once they were out of the market, Wang Jin turned back and asked, "Why are you two still following me?"

Old Man Yang was speechless for a moment. Why did you only say so now? Who knows what you're thinking?
On the contrary, Yang's daughter stepped forward, clasped her hands in a fist, and said, "Hero, you saved us from dire straits. We are deeply grateful and will serve you like cattle and horses to repay your kindness!"

Yang's daughter had traveled extensively for many years, and her words were shrewd and discreet, displaying a certain江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) style. If Wang Jin agreed, they could have a good future under the tutelage of the 800,000 Imperial Guards instructor; of course, the possibility of him agreeing was extremely slim. If he disagreed, and there were further developments, they could use this opportunity to leave.

Upon hearing this, Wang Jin angrily retorted, "When you see injustice, you should draw your sword to help! How could I, the instructor, act out of greed for your repayment?"

His booming voice made the Yang family's daughter tremble, and she repeatedly apologized and bowed, "My lord,

please don't be offended, I was just being pretentious..." Wang Jin changed the subject, speaking softly, "However, seeing that you two have no fixed abode, why not stay at my residence for a few days to avoid trouble from those scoundrels? It's a pity my elderly mother is solitary and cannot keep you here long."

Hearing this, Old Man Yang understood. Wang Jin was clearly giving them a chance to repay his kindness, but didn't intend for them to stay permanently. As for the high-sounding excuse of avoiding trouble, it was rather hypocritical! Bianjing City was so large; if they truly hid, even the authorities would have difficulty finding them, let alone a few petty thugs! Thinking of this, Old Man Yang secretly despised Wang Jin. He was truly a hypocrite, saying all the nice things he could say!

But Old Man Yang dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction, and tentatively said, "Since it is inconvenient for you, sir, then we will not disturb you any longer! My daughter and I will take our leave now, and we hope to repay your kindness in the next life!"

Wang Jin thought to himself, "How ungrateful! Didn't I say it wasn't convenient? And what does 'repay in the next life' even mean? Could you be any more perfunctory? How could I let such an ungrateful person have his way?"

Having made his decision, Wang Jin coldly said to Old Man Yang, "I'm not trying to be mean, but what father is as irresponsible as you? You're happy just to let your daughter be harmed by those thugs? Don't refuse! Come to my house for three days, and leave after three days!"

Old Man Yang smiled bitterly, "Thank you, sir!" At the same time, he thought, "Although my daughter wasn't harmed by those thugs, I guess you're the one who will!" Old Man Yang was penniless; how could he repay them? He could only repay them with his daughter's body. And after repaying them for three days, he would be kicked out—what a clever scheme!

Old Man Yang gasped; today, he had truly witnessed the power of officials!

He checked his pocket; the ten taels of silver he'd bet on was still there, but Gao Qiu's fate was unknown, and he hadn't been able to have his way with his daughter. Wang Jin, on the other hand, hadn't spent a penny, yet the father and daughter were "grateful." He figured his daughter would have to work like a slave to repay them that night!

That was the difference!

Chapter 3: A Turn of Fortune

Old Man Yang led his daughter into the Wang mansion. The courtyard was grand and imposing! Two rows of willow trees lined the blue brick path, and behind them, several vegetable plots were neatly tended. At the end of the path was a row of houses; the huge courtyard didn't have a single servant in sight!

"Jin'er, you're back?" An old woman came out of the house to greet him.

The old woman was hunched over, leaning on a cane, and looked to be over fifty, yet she wore a purple robe, dressed in a dignified and luxurious manner. This was Wang Shi!

Upon seeing Old Man Yang and his daughter, Madam Wang's face hardened with hostility. She asked, "Who are you two? What are you doing here at our Wang residence?"

Wang Jin quickly explained, "These two are fellow villagers I rescued; they're staying with us for a few days."

Madam Wang gave them a disdainful look, turned, and went back inside. Before entering, she loudly proclaimed, "Son, even though we have a large and wealthy family, don't bring just any scoundrels home."

The Yang father and daughter blushed deeply and were about to leave when Wang Jin pulled them back, saying, "My mother is like this; you don't need to pay her any mind."

Since Wang Jin was, after all, their benefactor, the Yang father and daughter couldn't argue further and silently allowed Wang Jin to arrange for them to stay in two side rooms.

In the side rooms, Old Man Yang looked around. The room was fully furnished; even the jade and porcelain vases casually placed on the side table looked quite valuable. A night in this kind of inn would probably cost a considerable sum! Although the house was large, Old Man Yang felt cramped, preferring the comfort of the dilapidated temple. After all, one shouldn't accept undeserved favors, and owing others too much always made him uneasy.

Thinking this, Old Man Yang called his daughter to his side and whispered a few words.

His daughter blushed and weakly asked, "Father, Brother Wang isn't that kind of person, is he?"
Old Man Yang thought to himself, he knew Wang Jin perfectly well; in terms of character, he was probably even worse than Gao Qiu. Gao Qiu had come up and said he wanted to sleep with his daughter—a true scoundrel. Wang Jin, on the other hand, had repeatedly hinted, yet he hadn't made any advances, clearly expecting his daughter to offer herself up—a hypocrite indeed!

"Just go! Why all the fuss!" With no outsiders around, Old Man Yang adopted his fatherly demeanor.

A short while later, his daughter arrived at the second floor where Wang Jin lived. Wang Jin was resting in an armchair, while his wife, Wang Shi, was enjoying the cool air in the courtyard.

"My benefactor?" the Yang family's daughter asked softly.

"Sister, what brings you here? Are you uncomfortable? If you need anything, just tell your brother!"

"No, I just saw how hard you've worked and wanted to massage your legs to relieve your fatigue..." "

As the saying goes, men and women shouldn't touch each other, so let's forget it!"

"If it weren't for you, my benefactor, I'm afraid I would have fallen victim to those hooligans. I can't repay such a great kindness, so why should I care about the sour words of those scholars?"

"Alright! It's as you wish. It's kind of you to have this thought."

"Please lie down on the bed, my benefactor. It's not convenient to massage here."

Wang Jin gave the Yang family's daughter a meaningful look, then leaned against the bedding and half-reclined on the bed.

The Yang family's daughter sat on the edge of the bed and began to massage Wang Jin. She was already very skilled at this technique. When she was traveling the world, she often massaged her father's feet and legs to unblock his meridians, but every time, her father would end up "unblocking" them to his heart's content... Wang Jin, on the other
hand, was raised with strict discipline and had never received such treatment before. Even through his trousers, her small hand still aroused Wang Jin's burning desire.

Gradually, a tent formed between Wang Jin's legs. The Yang family girl pretended not to notice, her jade-like hand frequently roaming over Wang Jin's inner thighs, causing the tent to grow larger and larger.

Wang Jin looked down at the Yang family girl, his eyes gleaming with lust. Although this woman was slightly plump, she looked incredibly alluring now, exactly his type.

What kind of woman did Wang Jin like? First, Wang Jin loved playing with romance, not just simply satisfying his desires, so he rarely frequented brothels. Second, Wang Jin never used force; instead, he preferred the woman to take the initiative, because in his view, love between men and women was the proper path. These two points directly led to Wang Jin's long-standing abstinence from sex, and it was precisely for this reason that Wang Jin was so eager to bestow his favor today, hoping that the Yang family girl would repay him in kind!

And the Yang family girl wasn't stupid; having received guidance from her father, how could she not know what Wang Jin was thinking? As she kneaded, her hands slipped down the loose trouser legs, directly touching Wang Jin's thighs.

A surge of lust rose within Wang Jin; he longed to pounce on the beauty before him, to thrust his penis inside her, and let her experience his power. But Wang Jin restrained himself; he was enjoying the feeling…

Seeing that her Wang brother hadn't refused, the Yang family girl became bolder and more probing, until finally, her delicate hand touched Wang Jin's erect penis! She only touched it briefly before withdrawing her hand, leaving Wang Jin feeling unsatisfied and his lust even more intense.

Unexpectedly, from then on, the Yang family girl made no further inappropriate moves, instead becoming quite proper in her caresses.

About fifteen minutes later, Wang Jin was starting to feel the strain. He looked at the rosy-cheeked, red-lipped Yang family girl and asked, "I still don't know your name, sister?" "

My name is Yang Huan."

"Sister Yang Huan, brother, are you trying to repay my kindness in saving you?" "

Although I am not very talented, I know how to repay kindness. If there's anything you need, just tell me."
Wang Jin hesitated, then shook his head and sighed, "Alas, it's really hard to say. I'm afraid you'll laugh at me if I do."

"Brother, don't overthink it! Just speak!"

After a moment's hesitation, Wang Jin mustered his courage and said frankly, "Brother hasn't tasted a woman's flavor in a long time. I hope you'll grant my wish!"

Yang Huan couldn't help but chuckle, thinking to herself: Just as Father said, this seemingly dignified instructor of the 800,000 Imperial Guards isn't such a gentleman after all! He then teased, "How would you like to taste it, brother?"

Wang Jin leaned over and whispered a few words in her ear. Yang Huan looked at Wang Jin with a mixture of shame and shock, saying, "This...how can you do this? It's dirty there. This is not the act of a gentleman!"

"If I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of? Huan'er, listen to me, I'm begging you."

Having said that, Yang Huan could only do as he said, bending over and kneeling on the bed.

Wang Jin looked at the round buttocks in front of him, swallowed hard, and lifted his skirt, revealing his underpants. Wang Jin pulled the underpants down, and a patch of thick, dark pubic hair immediately came into view.
Yang Huan and her father lived a nomadic life, their conditions were very harsh, and they often went a month without bathing, so the smell of their genitals was quite strong. It was fine when they were clothed, but after Wang Jin pulled down her pants, the stench filled the room almost immediately. Yang Huan naturally smelled it too. She closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, and silently prayed, "Brother Wang, please don't force yourself!"

Unexpectedly, Wang Jin showed no aversion to the strong odor. Instead, he pressed his nose against Yang Huan's genitals and took a long breath, then laughed, "That's right, that's the smell!"

Hearing Wang Jin's words, Yang Huan blushed deeply. She knew her private parts were exposed to Wang Jin, and he was very close, his lustful breath crashing against her large, dark vulva like waves!
Was he still smelling it? Yang Huan wondered, both nervous and excited. She was apprehensive, afraid of offending Brother Wang with the stench; after all, even her father dared not get so close, fearing he'd be choked unconscious. Excited, however, Yang Huan enjoyed this unprecedented experience. Shyness and anticipation made Yang Huan tremble, and a trickle of lustful fluid flowed out.

Suddenly, Yang Huan's buttocks tightened, because she felt Brother Wang wildly licking her vulva! His tongue wasn't just lightly touching her, but ravaging her like a whirlwind! The lustful fluid that had just flowed was sucked into Wang Jin's mouth, and this stimulation made Yang Huan flow even more, soon wetting the surrounding pubic hair.
Yang Huan squeezed her legs together; she was too embarrassed to let Wang Jin lick her anymore. At this moment, Yang Huan's biggest regret was why she hadn't taken a shower!

With her legs clamped shut, Wang Jin could only lick Yang Huan's buttocks, but even so, he licked with relish.
Her buttocks were dirty too! Oh well, since Brother Wang liked it, let him be! Yang Huan calmed herself, relaxed her body, and slowly raised her buttocks...

Seeing the wide-open black vulva before her, Wang Jin simply stuck his tongue inside, stirring it around until Yang Huan gasped repeatedly, almost crying out. Forced to prop herself up with one hand and cover her mouth with the other, afraid Wang Jin would hear

, Yang Huan found it difficult to support herself with only one hand. Soon, red marks appeared on her wrist. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck her!

She got up, whispered a few words to Wang Jin, and he replied three times, "Good! Good! Good!"
With that, Wang Jin lay flat on the bed, and Yang Huan straddled his head, sitting on his face. At the same time, she leaned down and pulled down his trousers, taking his erect penis into her mouth. With her mouth full, Yang Huan could only make soft moaning sounds.

Wang Jin's face was pressed against Yang Huan's large labia majora, with vaginal fluid dripping from her clitoris. The sight stirred his senses, and he immediately grabbed Yang Huan's plump buttocks, pressing her entire large, dark vulva tightly against his mouth.

At this moment, Yang Huan had no more inhibitions; she writhed her hips wantonly, her flowing fluids smearing Wang Jin's face.

"Ah... Brother Wang, you're so good at licking, I... I can't take it anymore, fuck me..."

"Since you can't take it, then you fuck me!"

Hearing this, Yang Huan turned around and squatted on top of Wang Jin like a frog. She had long abandoned any pretense of modesty; now she was a slut!

Yang Huan's vulva was loose and large, and already overflowing with fluids, so it easily swallowed Wang Jin's penis. The slippery thrusting gave Wang Jin an unprecedented feeling of tenderness.

With each rise and fall of her body, Yang Huan's large breasts bounced up and down in the air. Their eyes met, and Yang Huan read the longing in Wang Jin's eyes. She then pressed herself against his broad chest, letting her breasts, still stained with black handprints, sway against his body.

Wang Jin gently cupped Yang Huan's face, then roughly kissed her lips. Yang Huan responded passionately, their tongues exploring each other...

Wang Jin was no longer satisfied with the speed of his thrusts. He gripped Yang Huan's legs, his penis erect, and began to fuck her, making her tremble uncontrollably.

"Ah...ah, I can't take it anymore, Brother Wang, I'm coming..."

As she spoke, Yang Huan's vagina contracted, squeezing Wang Jin's penis even tighter. Wang Jin felt a surge of pleasure, his vision blurring as he ejaculated heavily into Yang Huan's vagina. Then, as if all his strength had been drained, he collapsed onto the bed, his penis slipping out.

Wang Jin had his pleasure, but Yang Huan was still a little short.

But how could she stop here after reaching this point? Yang Huan inserted her index, middle, and ring fingers together into her vagina and began masturbating while sitting on Wang Jin.

Yang Huan had never masturbated in front of anyone before. Looking at Wang Jin's burning gaze, she soon climaxed, a stream of fluid gushing onto Wang Jin's chest.

Yang Huan regretted not letting Wang Jin lick her longer; if he had, she might have reached orgasm!

But Wang Jin was truly skilled at licking. Later, after leaving the Wang residence, when Old Man Yang and Yang Huan had intercourse again, Old Man Yang was astonished to find his daughter's vulva pink from being licked! But that's another story.

That night, Yang Huan couldn't fall asleep for a long time. For some reason, the image of Gao Qiu's member floated into her mind. If it were him, he could probably fuck her to heaven!

Meanwhile, Gao Qiu was lying on the couch, slowly opening his eyes…

[The End]

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