【Young and Beautiful Married Woman - Ah Zhen】(1-10) Author: Ah Zhen

Author: Azhen
Word Count: 23980

【1】

Yanwen is 21 years old this year. Due to life reasons, he did not continue his studies. Therefore, he found a job in Jiedaokou
. Because of his job, he often travels for work, which he enjoys. The city is very prosperous. Therefore, Yanwen searched
for a long time before he finally found a place to stay. Although the rent was not expensive, you can imagine what the environment was like.

The house was not big, with only three rooms. The largest room was occupied by a mother and daughter and her boyfriend. The woman was
over 50 years old and called Fangjie. The man was called Azhu and was about 45 years old. He was bald and had a lewd appearance.
The next room was occupied by a family of three. The male head of the household, Xu Sheng, was an old man of about 75 years old.
He . The woman was called Azhen and was about 25 years old. She had a 6-year-old son. It was a typical case of an old man marrying a young woman.

Xu Sheng works as a security guard, working the night shift, so he's never home at night. Ah Zhen is home taking care of the children. Ah
Zhen is tall, so when she goes shopping with Xu Sheng, she always walks ahead, followed by an older man—her husband.

Because they married young and had a son early, Ah Zhen has fair skin with a rosy glow,
long , and often wears ankle boots. Her firm, full hips attract a lot of attention; almost everyone who sees the couple
sighs and expresses envy.

Xu Sheng had some reservations about this, but didn't say anything directly, and he couldn't think about it because of work. However, Ah Zhen
was quite self-controlled. She was originally from Sichuan, so she was a quiet person and
simply didn't cause trouble. Sometimes she would work part-time at McDonald's or something similar, so the family of three lived happily together.

Yan Wen stayed in the smallest room at the farthest corner, which was just a bed and a computer. He wasn't the kind of person
who would cause , so he would lock himself in his small room after work. He was also a nice person and often helped out in the room.
Most importantly, he was young, so neither Fang Jie nor Xu Sheng's family had any suspicion of him.

Of course, Yanwen himself had no intention of harming anyone. When the weather got hot, he would
pass by Ah Zhen would glance at him intentionally or unintentionally, since Yanwen was
the only one in the unit whose age they got along with. Unfortunately, they never spoke.

Once, Ah Zhen had cooked too much chicken soup and asked Xu Sheng to scoop a bowl for Yanwen. Yanwen politely
thanked her . This was their first encounter, but in reality, Yanwen was resistant to this kind of advances from a young woman;
he still had his moral bottom line.

Fang Jie saw everything but remained silent. It was none of her business. She just needed to collect the rent, and since
her boyfriend, Ah Zhu, treated her well, she was content and didn't care about outside affairs. But she couldn't help but notice that
every time Ah Zhu went to the kitchen and passed Ah Zhen's door, she would secretly peek at her
. Perhaps seeing half of Ah Zhen's white breast peeking through the crack in the door as she bent over sweeping the floor would give her a moment of self-satisfaction.

Ah Zhen, of course, was aware of the bald man's lewd gaze, but she couldn't do anything about it. The apartment was small, so she had to endure it
. When she saw Ah Zhu alone in the kitchen, she wouldn't easily approach, but since she had to pass through the kitchen to hang clothes,
she had to give way. At this time, Ah Zhu would peek at Ah Zhen's round buttocks with his triangular eyes. Old men,
middle-aged men, men, old women, and young women formed a tacit landscape in this unit. Everyone
had their own things to do and lived under the same roof. This was the charm of renting a room.

Ah Zhen had a fellow villager named Ah Lin, who had arrived in the city early in the morning. She was young but childless, and her
husband didn't seem to mind, so she was considered lucky to have found a good family. Ah Lin had big eyes, a student-style hairstyle, and wasn't
very tall. Her breasts were high and full, making people want to reach out and touch her, but her innocent gaze
softened their ; in terms of sexual fantasies, she was top-notch.

Ah Lin had a friendly personality, so she and Ah Zhen became very close. They would share stories, joke about their best friend
relationship , and occasionally talk about sex, which would make them laugh out loud. Especially in the quiet afternoons, the dimly lit house
was particularly alluring with the young woman's voice. Yan Wen, who wasn't at work that day, was in the room
and could only chuckle when he heard the sounds.

Yanwen was at home working on his computer when he heard a cry of pain outside. Curious, he opened the door and found
Ah Zhen had slipped and fallen at the bathroom doorway. Being kind-hearted, he went over and helped her up. Ah Zhen had been badly injured;
her fair leg was swollen and red. She limped as Yanwen helped her back to the room. Only then did Yanwen have a chance
to look around the room.

There was a large bed, presumably where the whole family slept. A small table was cluttered with
items such as a rice cooker, clearly due to the limited space. There was a refrigerator, a television, and an electric fan on the table because
it was When the wind blew, it gently lifted Ah Zhen's thin clothes, inadvertently
revealing her full breasts. With Ah Zhen bending over and supporting her calves, a small pink nipple was faintly visible in her cleavage, leaving
Yan Wen dumbfounded.

It was truly unexpected that this woman, married and with children for six or seven years, had such a figure. In the dimly lit corner of the room
, this scene added
a
touch of sensuality. Ah Zhen, unaware of what was happening, was frowning, clearly having fallen hard. Yanwen, seeing this, turned and went back into the room, bringing out a bottle of iodine and handing it to her. Ah Zhen thanked him and applied it herself. With a cry of pain, the iodine stung her. Yanwen immediately knelt down and blew on it, which actually made Ah Zhen
feel much better.

"What's wrong?" Just then, Arlene came out of the bathroom and was surprised to see this scene. She clumsily
helped , and as she squatted down, her white, tight-fitting tank top pushed up her two fair breasts. Seeing
the two young women squatting on the ground with their four fair breasts, Yanwen was stunned. Unconsciously, his panties bulged up. Fortunately,
the two young women didn't have time to think about it. After watching for a few minutes, Yanwen left the room and ran straight back to his own room
, masturbating a few times with moaning sounds. Two ejaculations landed on their underwear.

At this moment, Ah Zhen had finished applying the medicinal wine, seen Ah Lin off, and was about to return the wine to Yan Wen at his door.
Yan Wen, having ejaculated, lay sprawled on the small bed, his face and wet pants conveying a sense of ecstasy to the already emotional
Ah Zhen . Yan Wen, hearing footsteps, quickly got up and found Ah Zhen gently biting her lips, a sight that was
intoxicating. "Here, thank you," Ah Zhen handed to Yan Wen, then continued to stand there, stunned.

Taking the medicinal wine, Yan Wen didn't know what to say. Then he remembered his wet pants,
turned and rushed into the room, slamming the door shut. Outside, Ah Zhen let out a hesitant "uh," probably not expecting...
Seeing Yanwen so shy, Azhen didn't change her expression and went back to her room. Just then, Azhen's husband returned from
grocery shopping . He closed the iron door, and a ray of sunlight slanted into the room, illuminating Azhen's alluring breasts. The
seventy-something-year-old man couldn't resist any longer. He put down his vegetables, hurried to the bedside, and pressed himself against Azhen.

[Last edited by Azhen on 2015-10-19 16:14]

2015-10-17 20:02 #1

Ah Zhen,

Intermediate Member,

uid330086

, 0

Essence, 15

Points, 18 Posts,

10 Reading Permissions,

Registered 2015-10-16,

Status Online [2]

At this moment, Ah Zhen, who was still dazed, was still thinking about the small piece of semen on Yanwen's pants, and a surge of sexual desire
welled up . In addition, the feeling of her breasts softening when the old man grabbed them made her even more excited. The old man then took off
his shirt. The stench of sweat in the summer filled the entire room. In addition, Ah Zhen didn't turn on the air conditioning because she was trying to save money. When the old man took off
his pants, the smell of urine made Ah Zhen gag a little. There was no gentle prelude like on TV or
the stimulation like in Japanese movies. After the old man unzipped his pants, he spread Ah Zhen's fair thighs and directly inserted his urine-smelling
glans into Ah Zhen's clitoris, which was still not feeling anything.

Ah Zhen's cry of "Ah!" immediately aroused the old man. He found the entrance to her vagina and, ignoring the lack of lubrication
, thrust in hard. Ah Zhen cried out even louder, and Yanwen in the next room heard it. Ah Zhen cried out
in pain, which surprised the old man and made his domineering eyes shine even brighter. But the old man didn't know that Ah Zhen
cried out because the old man's hand was directly grabbing the injured part of her knee. The second cry was the pain from the old man's glans rubbing against her
dry vagina.

Ah Zhen was used to it; she knew the old man wouldn't penetrate for long, which lessened her surging lust considerably. In
the dimly lit room, a ray of sunlight slanted in, and a fan in the corner whirred. An old man lay on top of a
young woman , sweating profusely, weakly thrusting his dark penis. Their eyes didn't meet; the woman
seemed to be going through the motions as if doing homework. Yanwen took the changed underwear to the bathroom to wash, and in that instant, through the slightly ajar
door, he saw the scene inside: Ah Zhen's leg was bleeding... It started flowing out...

Just as Ah Zhen expected, a few minutes later, the old man pulled out his penis and laid it on the bed. The glans was shrunken
into a small piece by the foreskin. A trickle of white liquid flowed from Ah Zhen's swollen vulva. A
scratch . Because there was almost no foreplay, she was still wearing her white tank top and bra. Ah Zhen glanced at the old man but
didn't say anything. She pulled up her underwear and limped out of the room. Yan Wen couldn't dodge in time and had to turn around and go into
the bathroom to turn on the tap and wash her underwear.

Ah Zhen saw the half-open door and Yan Wen squatting in the toilet washing his underwear. She seemed to sense something but couldn't
ask . Semen dripped down Ah Zhen's thighs. Ah Zhen was too embarrassed to do anything but go back to her room and get some toilet paper to wipe herself.
The old man's eyes returned to their dull state. Looking at the young woman in front of him, whom he could no longer fully control, he took out some vegetables to cook
. When he passed by the toilet, he saw Yan Wen and greeted him warmly. "You didn't go to work today?" he asked. Yan Wen replied that he
was going on a business trip tomorrow.

Ah Zhen picked up the child and returned home in the evening. The family of three ate dinner around 6 p.m. Then the old man went to work the night shift
. Fang Jie's family went back to visit relatives and hadn't returned yet. As usual, Yan Wen went out to buy a lunchbox. Passing by
the kitchen, he saw Ah Zhen, who was still wearing a white vest, and turned around. It was the first time Yan Wen had seen Ah Zhen face-to-face.
She had regular features and, if you added some color, she would attract a lot of attention. Although she had given birth,
she didn't have any wrinkles around her eyes and looked so gentle. If she wore glasses, that pure feeling would arise spontaneously.

Their eyes met, a look that defied description, a feeling that suggested they both knew something and
what to do, yet couldn't quite articulate it. After dinner, Yanwen took a trash bag and went outside
. He saw Ah Zhen teaching her child to read at the table. The table wasn't high, and the child obediently called out "Brother." Yanwen
warmed his heart and went over to ask if she needed help. The child excitedly asked a few questions. Yanwen inadvertently
caught sight of his mother's breasts again, but this time, unlike in the afternoon, he easily saw the cute little red
nipple . Ah Zhen wasn't wearing a bra.

Ah Zhen stroked the child's head with her left hand and held the child's pencil with her right. This posture made her breasts even more
exposed at the neckline of her clothes, with her two white breasts pressed together. If she hadn't been reading the child's homework aloud, one would have thought
she was deliberately posing like this to give Yanwen a good look. Yanwen, of course, wasn't stupid. He tilted his head and read along, but his eyes
were fixed on her breasts. The nipples rubbing against her clothes were truly suggestive. "Brother, you read it wrong," the child corrected
, waking Yanwen up. At this moment, Ah Zhen glanced at Yanwen intentionally or unintentionally and said with a light laugh, "Brother is looking in the wrong
place."

The three rooms in the unit seemed to belong to a family of three. Yanwen grew bolder, glancing at them again without
a word and smiling. Everyone was teaching the child to read, but no one's eyes were on the textbook.
Yanwen, his erect penis still hard, looked at Azhen and said it was late, he was going to sleep, receiving only a soft sigh from Azhen behind him.

Later that night, Yanwen masturbated for the second time that day. He heard a knock at the door. He opened it and
saw Azhen standing in the doorway. The living room was dark, with only the dim light from the red candle on the altar, a light that, though dim, aroused desire.

Yanwen asked, "What's wrong?" Ah Zhen said she didn't know when Sister Fang would be back, and she needed to pay the rent... This topic,
in this setting,
was illogical for a young woman in shorts and a tank top to be with a man in only athletic shorts. Everyone understood what was needed, and without further ado, Yanwen, who had just been enjoying himself, suddenly hugged Ah Zhen.
The soft and boneless Ah Zhen immediately fell into Yanwen's arms. Yanwen pulled Ah Zhen into the room and sat her on the bed.
The lights were off, and Ah Zhen looked at the tiny room by the fluorescent light from the computer screen, her heart
pounding . This exciting scene immediately made Ah Zhen's underwear wet.

Yanwen clearly didn't seem to have much experience with sex. He pressed his lips to Ah Zhen's breasts and began
to suckle . Ah Zhen freed one hand to stroke Yanwen's hair, closed her eyes, and gently exhaled her fragrant
tongue. Ah Zhen's nipples were small because she had lost her virginity to an old man in a border town when she was twenty, and became pregnant afterward
. As a result, the child had never been breastfed but had been fed formula, which also made Ah Zhen's nipples small.
Her nipple was particularly sensitive, and now, under Yanwen's passionate licking, it became even harder, instantly soaking Ah Zhen's panties
...

Yanwen, being young, pulled down his pants while sucking on her nipple, revealing his not-so-long but thick penis. His right hand freed
up to remove Ah Zhen's shorts. Ah Zhen was a little dazed at this point, but not completely confused. She gently grasped Yanwen
's penis, which was about to penetrate her, and rubbed it, murmuring, "Where's the condom?" Yanwen was stunned. He hurriedly said,
"No , I don't need one." Ah Zhen said, "No, you have to use a condom." Yanwen panicked and blurted out,
"Didn't your husband not use one this afternoon?"

Ah Zhen stopped talking, a sudden wave of shyness washing over her. It was the first time someone had seen her making love with her husband.
Her shame wasn't just about the act itself, but about being seen making love intimately with an older man
. When they went shopping, she always walked in front of and behind her husband to avoid being stared at. Now
Yanwen had seen it all, and she felt incredibly anxious and embarrassed.

Meanwhile, Yanwen's thoughts were less complicated. He was focused on
inserting Ah Zhen's body. In those few seconds of Ah Zhen's thoughts, Yanwen's penis pressed against the entrance of her vagina. It was slippery,
and Ah Zhen was very wet. Half of his glans entered her body in an instant. The rubbing of the glans against the entrance of the hole awakened the anxious
Ah Zhen. She suddenly pushed Yan Wen away, insisting that there was no condom, no, no. Ah Zhen suddenly rolled over
, pulled up her pants, opened the door and went back to her room, leaving Yan Wen sitting blankly on the bed, still savoring the feeling of his penis
being halfway in.

[3]

Ah Zhen returned to her room, sat on the bed and looked at the sleeping child, and couldn't help but ask herself, what's wrong with me?
Why this? I've become a slut... There was a soft knock on the door. Without asking, she knew it was Yan Wen.
Ah Zhen responded softly, feeling lost, "Don't knock, I, I won't open the door." Yanwen was getting impatient, and his knocking grew
louder. Afraid of waking the child, Azhen reluctantly opened the door. Yanwen slipped in and pressed his lips to hers. Azhen pulled away, but
Yanwen said, "Come on, you're both so uncomfortable."

Azhen's heart softened, and she accepted Yanwen's hand as he touched her chest. Yanwen pounced on her like a tiger on
a rabbit. Suddenly remembering the child was nearby, Azhen breathed into Yanwen's ear and said, "Let's...do it here
?" Yanwen immediately thought, "This won't do! What if I move too much and the child wakes up and opens his eyes?" Ah Zhen chuckled softly. "It's alright,
I know my son is fast asleep." Yan Wen thought this was fine too. "His mother has already given in, what am I afraid of?" So she
pulled down her pants and took out her penis again.

Ah Zhen let Yan Wen touch her, and she made moaning sounds again. It was the first time a young man had touched her like this.
If Ah Lin hadn't chatted with her this afternoon about the charm of young men, she would never have had the courage
to become a slut tonight. Following the same pattern, Ah Zhen reached out a hand and pulled out her husband's condom from the cabinet,
tore it open, and gave it to Yan Wen. Yan Wen, realizing he wouldn't be able to ejaculate inside her tonight, took it. Just then,
the iron gate rattled...

The gate was a pull-open type, so it could only be opened with a key. It was already midnight,
Fang Jie's family was out of town, and Yan Wen was in Ah Zhen's room. Could it be her husband? Yan Wen immediately tensed up, and the nipple he
had spat out of his mouth jumped up, showing how nervous he was. But strangely, Ah Zhen wasn't
nervous at all. Instead, she comforted Yan Wen, pulled down the bra she had pulled up for him, went over and opened the door, and saw a dark figure flash
in.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Fang Jie's bald boyfriend who was groping A Zhu. When A Zhu saw A Zhen, she immediately narrowed her
triangular eyes. "Aren't you asleep yet?" Ah Zhen felt a wave of nausea and politely closed the door with a smile. Ah Zhu
, realizing she had made a fool of herself, walked through the living room and noticed that Yan Wen's door was open.
She cautiously peeked inside. At that moment, Yan Wen, overly nervous, came out of Ah Zhen's room and was seen by Ah Zhu. After a moment of stunned silence, they all closed their doors
.

From that day on, their relationships became ambiguous. Ah Zhen felt nauseous when she saw Ah Zhu,
and Yan Wen got an erection when he saw Ah Zhen. Ah Zhen unconsciously moved closer to Yan Wen when she saw him. Fang Jie gave Yan Wen and
Ah Zhen strange looks. Only the old man continued to go to work and live his life as usual.

Ah Zhen would wash clothes every night, and after washing them, she would spin them dry in an old-fashioned washing machine in a dark corner of the corridor. That night,
the old man went to work early, and Ah Zhen finished washing clothes after 11 p.m. She held the washing machine with both hands and let it sway.
She couldn't help but recall the scene that Yanwen had grabbed her breast with one hand and pinched her nipple between his index and middle fingers that day. A
surge of lust rose in her heart. With a soft cry, a figure flashed past Ah Zhen and then pressed against her back
. Suddenly, his arms wrapped around Ah Zhen and his hands pressed against Ah Zhen's breasts.

Ah Zhen wouldn't be without a bra at night. When he pressed down, her two mounds of breasts squeezed together, and then her two
nipples touched. The man's two index fingers pressed against her nipples,
sending a tingling
sensation , and the stimulation from the man's hands made him let out a satisfied growl from deep in his throat. The two didn't speak,
just held each other. The man conquered the woman with his index finger. Five minutes wasn't long, but at that moment, with everyone's
hearts racing, it felt incredibly long…

The man pressed his penis against Ah Zhen through her pants, rubbing for a while before ejaculating. After another low growl, he
grabbed Ah Zhen's breasts again, his tongue pressing against her earlobe. Ah Zhen went limp again, her hands weak,
barely managing to grip the washing machine. Although the corridor… It wasn't short, but it was covered with clothes. In the darkness, the two of them felt incredibly
excited . Ah Zhen didn't want to turn around because she knew Yan Wen would be shy. Of course, she was also very traditional and felt
extremely guilty for doing such a thing. After the man grabbed her one last time, Ah Zhen lowered her head shyly, but her panting
betrayed her shy expression. She muttered softly, "How disgusting!" Then, after the man left, she went back to her room to change
her soaked underwear.

Just then, Yanwen came out of the room. He saw Ah Zhen's fair face flushed, her ears damp,
and two lines showing through her yellow bra – the effect of her recently softened nipples. She was holding her underwear in one hand and
a small bucket in the other, panting slightly, seemingly preparing to wash her underwear. But her beauty at that moment was enough
to make any man lose his mind, and Yanwen was no exception. "What are you looking at? Disgusting..." Ah Zhen thought to herself,
but pursed her lips and turned away into the bathroom. Leaving a stunned Yanwen, he went back to the room, ready for a good time.
At this moment, A-Zhu tiptoed from Fang-jie's room through the hallway to the door, carrying a pair of underwear in her hand. She threw it into
the trash can outside, because Fang-jie washed all his clothes, and she was very sensitive to smelly underwear.

The next morning, Yan-wen got up and found a bowl of hot water by the door with a note underneath,
saying to drink it while it was hot, as it was nourishing. It seemed to be for him, and it was still warm, so he drank it. Then
he washed the bowl and put it back where it was. This business trip lasted for more than ten days. Before leaving, he passed by A-Zhen's door
and couldn't help but glance at her a couple of times.

Since last night's incident, Ah Zhen's heart has changed. Her first feeling is that she has become young again and
fallen into the trap of love. Although this kind of adultery has always made her uneasy, Yanwen's
behavior last night has made her experience love in a different way. After all, she was only 19 years old at the time and had never tasted love
before meeting her 65-year-old husband one night while drinking, and she became pregnant in a daze.

Like many young people, this mother-to-be had a lot of apps on her phone, her favorite being WeChat's "
Shake" function. Of course, she knew the boundaries, so she never added or was added, as her
screen name was simply "Xiao Chen." One day, she received a friend request on WeChat from a stranger. Normally
she would refuse, she saw the name: Yanwen. She immediately jumped out of bed, her heart
pounding .

With her husband and child nearby, she excused herself to the bathroom, accepted the request, and waited silently.
The other person remained calm for a moment, then sent her a picture: two hearts pierced by an arrow. Even the most clueless
person would understand what it meant, but she was still unsure if it was him. So she sent a message: "
Weren't on a business trip?" The other person replied: Yes, I miss you. Now, Ah Zhen felt uncomfortable.

So that night, whether she was looking after the child or doing laundry, her hands never stopped typing. They talked about everything from
the weather to love, and finally Yanwen typed a few words: I like your breasts, touch them. Seeing
Ah Zhen blushing, he spat and still replied: If you like them, touch them more. Yanwen seemed to enjoy this kind of topic, so he typed
again : How are your little nipples tonight? Do you want your brother's gestures? Ah Zhen didn't seem to find Yanwen's lewd conversation
interesting, so she replied: My nipples are soft, touching them should make them hard. Yanwen continued typing: Help me touch them,
quick, I'm touching my penis here. Ah Zhen immediately understood; he was having an affair. But thinking about how pitiful he was on a business trip,
she decided to satisfy him. So she gently touched his nipple and replied, "I touched it."

Yanwen persisted, saying, "I'm so tired, can you take a picture for me?" Ah Zhen refused. How could he
do that? Plus, typing was too tiring, so she replied, "Let's talk about it when I get back. You can't see it now, okay, okay?" So
she hung up the phone and returned to her room. Just as she closed the door, the iron gate rattled open, and A-Zhu slipped in,
holding a scalding hot phone in her hand. She smirked coldly at A-Zhen's door, drool dripping from her lips. Suddenly,
the door opened again. A-Zhen, who had forgotten to hang up the laundry, was startled to find A-Zhu standing in the doorway.
A-Zhu worked in food transportation, and in the summer heat, she was covered in a sour, sweaty substance. A-Zhen immediately covered
her nose and walked away. A-Zhu saw this and gave a cold snort. "What's so bad about that?" she thought. After hanging up the laundry, A-Zhen returned to her room, feeling that her earlier rejection might have been too much. So she sent Yanwen

a message : "Are you still there?"
After sending the message, Ah Zhen fell asleep exhausted and didn't reply all
night . She would never have guessed that the phone she sent the message to was lying
in Ah Zhu's backpack, switched off. That night, Ah Zhu was having sex with Fang Jie, who was seven years older than him and quite overweight. Fang Jie
kept exclaiming how great it felt. Little did she know that Ah Zhu's mind was filled with Ah Zhen's image. That morning, in order to get
Ah Zhen's phone number, he secretly took Ah Zhen's phone next to the rice cooker, dialed his own number, and then deleted it. Perhaps the alcohol he drank
the night before emboldened him to touch Ah Zhen, making Ah Zhen's image constantly on his mind tonight.

[4]

After getting up, A-Zhu touched his balding scalp and left the room. Fang-jie had gone to work, and no one was home.
He glanced at A-Zhen's door, knowing that A-Zhen had taken the child to school. When he went to the kitchen, he found
a pile of clothes in the basin, with a bra faintly visible. He knew these clothes belonged to A-Zhen; after all, it wasn't easy for a
young to be a mother, and she was often forgetful. He then... He picked it up and smelled it; it had a mild milky
scent. He couldn't resist any longer, and his erect penis quickly became hard again. He covered his penis with the bra and
started masturbating, shooting a stream of sour, smelly semen into the bra. Before he could even savor the taste, the iron gate of the front door opened. It was
Ah Zhen's old man returning. Ah Zhu quickly threw the bra back, greeted him, changed her clothes, and prepared to leave.

Right at the door, he thought about the evidence he had just gathered, so he ran back to take Ah Zhen's bra. Just then,
Ah Zhen returned. Startled, Ah Zhu quickly opened the iron gate and went out first. His left arm accidentally brushed against Ah Zhen's
chest. Ah Zhen, her face pale with shock, was shocked by his recklessness and her nose turned red with embarrassment. At that moment, the old man
came out of the toilet after urinating and saw Ah Zhen wearing her little boots again. Ah Zhen's face immediately fell again. Sensing something was wrong, she
lowered her head and went into the kitchen. There she immediately saw the bra half-exposed outside the basin. She picked it up and a
sour, pungent smell hit her nose. She sniffed it and immediately felt nauseous and vomited. This was the bra she had just bought.
She couldn't hold back any longer and sat down on the dirty kitchen floor and cried.

No one comforted her, and no one would. The old man shouted her name from the room. Ah Zhen couldn't bear
to throw away the underwear, so she could only wash it again and again. The old man grew impatient with her shouting from the room, so
he came to the kitchen and found Ah Zhen washing things. The tight-fitting panties clung tightly to her full buttocks. The old man was instantly aroused
again . He grabbed Ah Zhen, whose hands were covered in soap suds, and turned to leave. Ah Zhen knew what he wanted to do, because
the old man only acted when guests in the property management office... He'd been in a bad mood since coming back from a few scoldings that morning, and he was taking it out on her.
Ah Zhen said, "Let me wipe my hands," and sighed before following the old man into the room. The old man's heavy breathing
returned, and a few minutes later, he fell asleep, looking exhausted…

Ah Zhen was just about to wipe the filth off her body when her WeChat beeped. She quickly opened it and saw that Yanwen had replied. Relieved,
Ah Zhen didn't know what to say. Yanwen had typed:
"I miss you." Ah Zhen's heart softened. She didn't say anything, silently went to the bathroom, pulled down her bra, and saw her right…
While the old man scratched her breasts, leaving red marks, she cupped her left breast and took a picture with her phone. This was the first time she had
ever taken a selfie , and she hadn't noticed the angle of the phone; it even captured her face reflected in the glass. Then she opened Yanwen's
chat window, sent the picture, and with a pounding heart, turned off her phone. She knew the old man wouldn't fall asleep so soon after they finished, so
she went to prepare lunch.

Azhu was at the bus stop. Looking at the dimly lit photo of the clearly visible pink nipples,
he couldn't resist running to a nearby public restroom and masturbating. Perhaps he was getting carried away, because he didn't even notice his phone falling to the floor.
A dirty hand quickly picked up his phone, and before Azhu could react, it was gone, leaving him
filled with regret. Behind the public toilet, a filthy beggar was looking at this picture on his phone. His hand, through
his pants, was vigorously rubbing his greasy penis. The foul-smelling semen sprayed all over his pants, making the 70-year-old
beggar even more repulsive. The

beggar's surname was Zhang. He had no home in his hometown and had been wandering around ever since. It wasn't that he was poor; he had even
bought a three-bedroom apartment with the money he earned from begging. But what could he do if he left this profession? So, he
rented out the three-bedroom apartment and continued to do as he pleased, enjoying his freedom. However, his bad habit of not wanting to take a shower made others avoid him. He usually
lived on the top floor of Ah Zhen's apartment, the so-called rooftop, and would eat wherever he was hungry. Ah Zhen
would him, but the kind-hearted Ah Zhen disliked Ah Zhu even more. Therefore, Ah Zhen would take the
leftovers to the rooftop and put them on the ground for the old beggar to eat. Every time the old beggar saw Ah Zhen, he would be possessed by her thoughts.

The old beggar saw Ah Zhen reflected in the photo. He hadn't expected that this young woman's breasts,
once undressed would be so full and alluring. Her pink nipples and delicate nose complemented each other perfectly,
and her slightly pursed lips held a shy, affectionate smile. Overjoyed, he masturbated twice in front of the photo. Just
then Ah Zhu appeared before him. The old beggar was startled. Ah Zhu snatched his phone and
began punching and kicking him. Many people gathered to watch. Ah Zhen happened to pass by; she didn't want to see anything, but she glanced at the photo anyway.
Thankfully, she discovered that the person who had assaulted her was none other than A-Zhu, whom she loathed, and the victim was an old beggar. However, she
lacked the courage to confront A-Zhu, only glaring fiercely at her. A-Zhu slapped the old beggar several times before
storming off. As the crowd dispersed, A-Zhen approached, bent down, and asked the old beggar if he was alright. The old beggar groaned,
unable to speak, and the stench emanating from him made A-Zhen want to vomit. But she was too worried to leave him alone, and knowing that calling the police
wouldn't help, A-Zhen quickly called a social worker. After confirming the old beggar was alright, she left.

Watching A-Zhen's small, plump buttocks recede into the distance, the old beggar felt a surge of desire, thinking how wonderful it
would have been . Meanwhile, on the bus, A-Zhu opened her phone again
, gazing at the picture of A-Zhen. She was plotting how to further obtain A-Zhen's body, which she so desperately desired. She then
sent : "Zhenzhen, nice picture. I couldn't resist running to the bathroom and masturbating twice. Zhenzhen,
my dear Zhenzhen, I can't hold back anymore, I want to masturbate again. Ugh, how disgusting!" Ah Zhen was buying vegetables when
this blatant message made her exclaim. She pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and quickly replied: "Don't
do that , your health is important, don't do that to yourself anymore..."

So, for the next few days, Ah Zhen and Ah Zhu spent all their time on WeChat, their conversations becoming increasingly explicit. Ah Zhu even asked Ah Zhen
to record herself touching her clitoris at night and send it to him, which Ah Zhen did without question, never doubting
the other person 's intentions. Because of his identity, Ah Zhu would secretly talk to Ah Zhen on the back stairs after returning home. His late
return aroused Fang Jie's suspicion, and despite her stern questioning, she couldn't get any answers. However, given that
Ah Zhu was more than ten years younger than her, Fang Jie could only demand that he come home earlier. Ah Zhu
could only he knew Fang Jie was very thrifty and that he would need this old woman for the rest of his life, so he could only rely on and obey.

A knock came at the door. That evening, because the old man had the day off, Ah Zhen and her family had all eaten dinner at home. Fang Jie
and Ah Zhu went out shopping. Ah Zhen opened the door, and it was a social worker checking on the old beggar living on the rooftop.
Knowing that Ah Zhen had helped make the call that day, Ah Zhen accompanied the social worker up to the old beggar's house. The two were stunned by what they saw:
It smelled terrible, and not just that! The place reeked of garbage and filth. The old beggar huddled
to one side, the smell of the medicinal wine applied to his body making one want to vomit. Out of politeness, the social worker thanked Ah Zhen,
registered her , and left, leaving Ah Zhen standing at the door, a pang of sadness in her heart. How could this man be like this?

The old beggar's dwelling was dark, the yellow streetlights outside casting a soft glow that made Ah Zhen's figure appear even longer. The light shone
through her light yellow pajamas, making it easy to see her two newly peeled penises pressed lightly against her skin. Her white boxer
briefs clung tightly to her bottom. Because of the stench, Ah Zhen's slightly furrowed brows were endearing. The old beggar stared
, too stunned to even invite her in, and just stood there dumbfounded. "Are you alright?" Ah Zhen had no
idea the old beggar had any lewd thoughts; instead, she was concerned about this man who was about the same age as her husband. "No,
no , I'm much better. The social worker just said they've arranged for me to go to a senior center; I'm going the day after tomorrow." "Ah, that's great!" Ah Zhen
was immediately happy for him. "Where is it?" The old beggar thought for a long time but couldn't remember, only
that it .

Ah Zhen said, "It's so late. You're leaving the day after tomorrow. Where are your family?" The old beggar said no, and this sudden family
pain deeply pierced Ah Zhen's heart. So she discussed with the old beggar that she would help him pack up tomorrow to make
it easier for him to move to the nursing home. The old beggar was stunned when he heard this. It was obvious that he could see this
fairy sister up close one day. The old beggar looked at Ah Zhen leaving and couldn't help but recall
the .

[5]

The next morning, after dropping her child off at school, Ah Zhen went to the old beggar's house as agreed. Because she was so ugly, Ah Zhen
wore a mask and helped sort through the mountain of garbage. The old beggar sat blankly watching. Since Ah Zhen said that her wound
hadn't healed and she didn't need help, he could only watch. He had already slept with Ah Zhen in his mind at least five times. It was hot in the summer, and
the old beggar was covered in sweat in his tin shack in no time. The unsuspecting Ah Zhen had no choice but to look at
the old beggar with his eyes half-closed and thought he must be asleep. She thought that no one would come up for a while, so she
took off her short-sleeved shirt and wore only a white tank top. Her body immediately felt much cooler, and she could work more easily.
She was much more efficient, but the old beggar beside her was really uncomfortable. The cunning old man squinted but wasn't
dozing off. Now that Ah Zhen had taken off her clothes, his penis immediately stood up even higher.

The room wasn't big, and Ah Zhen wasn't used to wearing perfume, but her natural body fragrance was enough to make the small room smell
wonderful. Under the sunlight outside, in the small iron house, a dirty old beggar sat on the small bed watching
a beautiful woman wearing a white cute bra cleaning up the smelly garbage. Although she was wearing a mask, her delicate
eyebrows and cute, clear eyes, especially the cleavage that was accentuated by the bra, rose and fell with her breasts,
was simply a scene that would make one's blood boil. At this moment, the old beggar sighed and burst into tears, which stunned Ah Zhen.
She asked, "What's wrong?" The old beggar said that no one had ever been so kind to him, never before. Ah Zhen's
actions touched him deeply. With trembling hands, he took out a set of keys and handed them to Ah Zhen, saying that this was
the three-bedroom apartment he had bought with his life savings. Now he had rental income and hoped that Ah Zhen would help take care of it when he went to the nursing home.
If he were to pass away, the house would belong to Ah Zhen.

Ah Zhen wasn't greedy, but these words made her feel embarrassed. She wasn't after money,
but this was clearly a timely help. Thinking of her child's future and her husband's meager
salary, Ah Zhen reluctantly agreed. While she was struggling with this dilemma, the old beggar couldn't control himself any longer. Ah Zhen
was now sitting with him on the dirty little bed, their breasts so close. Although he couldn't see the nipples,
the nipples in the photo seemed to beckon him to take a bite. But the experienced old beggar knew
he rush things, so he forced himself to continue raping this beautiful and lovely young woman in his mind for the sixth time.
However, he was so excited that his wound started to ache, and he took the opportunity to moan.

Ah Zhen's thoughts were also in turmoil and sudden. Seeing the old beggar's pain, she became even more concerned.
Ignoring the old beggar's stench, she reached out to support him, smiling slightly, "You, lie down and rest, you'll be alright soon. You can keep this
key for now. Just let me know if you really need my help..." Now it was the old beggar's turn to panic.
He gave her the key partly because no one was watching the house, and partly because he felt he could take advantage of this woman. After all, the house was in his
name , so he wasn't afraid. If he took the key back now, it would all be for nothing. Ah Zhen had no idea what he was thinking.
The old beggar pushed the key back, and in doing so, his hand touched the goddess's breasts. They were instantly
entangled. Ah Zhen's mind was completely focused on the key; the only thing she could think about was getting the old beggar
to lie down . She didn't care about anything else, and with her camisole soaked with sweat, the old beggar's hand
was no problem at all.

The old beggar was now truly aroused. He didn't care about anything else, and his hand slid inside
Ah Zhen 's bra, grabbing her breasts. This action made Ah Zhen frown, but because her left hand
was supporting the old beggar and her right hand was holding the key, she couldn't push him away. But the old beggar's gaze wasn't... Looking at him,
she realized this was the old beggar's cunning nature, something she hadn't known. Now she thought it wasn't intentional. Ah Zhen made the old
beggar lie down, and his hand slipped even deeper, directly touching her full, moist, tender flesh.
Among the tender flesh was a freshly peeled penis that she had seen before and that she thought about every day. Ah Zhen's body went
limp again. Her nipples were her Achilles' heel, especially since her husband's preference was to suck her clitoris rather than her breasts.
Therefore, every time they made love, Ah Zhen could only reach orgasm by touching her own breasts. The touch made her go limp
, and now her heart was racing, as if she had returned to the exciting time she had with Yan Wen a few nights ago, because those few minutes of caressing that night had
indeed brought her to orgasm.

At this moment, Ah Zhen remained silent, as did the old beggar. He didn't look at Ah Zhen; instead,
his left hand, pressed against her neck, caressed his own penis, while his right hand remained inside Ah Zhen's warm bra. Ah Zhen, because
of , leaned forward, her left hand pressed against the old beggar's neck, her right hand tightly clutching a bunch of keys. No one spoke;
the moment seemed to have stopped. The only movement was the old beggar's index finger, gently, very gently, slowly
tapping Ah Zhen's right breast. Each tap caused Ah Zhen's body to tremble. He tapped and trembled again, Ah Zhen
even gently closing her eyes, letting the old beggar's dirty, black, calloused fingers tap her tender
, pink nipples—nipples that every man would drool over. Frankly, at roughly the same age, this old
beggar 's technique was hundreds of times better than her husband's. A fleeting thought crossed her mind: if her husband could be
as gentle with her nipples as this old beggar, she would willingly swallow the semen he always
wanted her to swallow. Unfortunately, no one is perfect, and her refusal to do such disgusting things always made her husband
curse her.

It didn't last long, about a minute—enough time for both of them on the bed to climax. The old beggar
roared and ejaculated, and Ah Zhen's throat made a slight sound; both of them had climaxed. A single nipple
satisfied —such a simple and inexpensive process! The stimulation brought them both to another climax. The old
beggar, reluctant to withdraw his hand, lay sprawled on the bed. Ah Zhen also sprawled out, half-reclining on the small bed, her right hand still
holding the key, her left arm gently stroking the old beggar's head. It was like a halo of maternal instinct. At this moment, the sour smell
in the room with the old beggar's... The stench of sweat and semen inside her pants didn't matter anymore.
After resting for about a minute, the old beggar hadn't recovered when Ah Zhen got up, tugged at her underwear, lowered
her head, blushed, put on a short-sleeved shirt, and left the old beggar's house without looking back. The old beggar was left bewildered, still
savoring experience. He knew he wouldn't wash his hands that night, but he hadn't washed his hands in a long time.

When Ah Zhen returned home, her husband was already there. He asked where she had been, and she said she had helped the social worker. Her
husband didn't doubt her, because helping the social worker was indeed a natural
thing . Ah Zhen took off her soaking wet clothes to shower. Seeing that her right nipple, which had been
so prominent from being touched by a man, was now completely shrunken and sunken, she blushed and spat, scolding herself.
What was wrong with her lately? First Yanwen touched her, and now the old beggar touched her—what was going on…? But it felt so
good, so stimulating. She knew neither of them would tell anyone, and she hadn't threatened them in any way.
Thinking this, she felt a little more at ease. She reached for the set of keys in her pants again, and smiled innocently,
seemingly already thinking about her child's future.

[6]

For the past two days, Yanwen hadn't messaged her on WeChat. Although she was a little anxious, she knew very well that she was a married woman, and her
moral compass gradually helped her control herself. Yanwen returned from his business trip in the afternoon. Her husband
was still asleep. Azhen ran into Yanwen when she went to pick up the children. At the corner of the stairs, Azhen paused, but quickly recovered
and smiled at Yanwen. This beautiful, adorable young woman, wearing a white bra
and with firm breasts, stunned Yanwen. Azhen didn't say anything, but she found it strange. His smile seemed so unfamiliar, completely different from the passionate man she
knew No, to put it more simply, the pure, boyish charm of Yanwen
was a completely different person from his WeChat persona. But Azhen didn't think much of it.

That evening, after seeing her husband off and washing dishes in the kitchen, Ah Zhen saw Yan Wen carrying a pile of clothes to
the washing machine . She whispered, "Put them down, I'll wash them all later." Yan Wen was shocked. This was impossible!
Why was this young woman so kind and gentle to him since she came home? But, true to his
nature
, he said tenderly, "No need, I can manage myself." Ah Zhen's pride seemed to vanish. This man had seen her completely! She had willingly given him even the sounds of her secret lovemaking with her husband that morning. How could he change so quickly? Where had his
vows of eternal love on WeChat gone? This sudden emotional outburst made her cry. Yan Wen panicked.
Was it really necessary ? Why are you crying if you're not going to do the laundry? But when a man sees a woman crying, he loses all excuses. So
Yanwen hugged Azhen from behind, his hand naturally pressing against the breasts he had savored that night. Yanwen was a little shorter than
Azhen , who was around 1.6 meters tall. Azhen was crying, lying on the washing machine in
a similar position to the night of their climax last week, but it was obvious that Yanwen's hand wasn't... There was a solid, substantial feel to it, and Yanwen was wearing
a ring. Ah Zhen recalled that last time, his index fingers weren't resting like that. A
moment

of confusion washed over her as she returned to her room. In her dazed state, Ah Zhen took care of the child until he fell asleep. Lying in bed, her thoughts still unsettled, she picked up her phone
, opened WeChat, and tapped on the chat window with the name Yanwen. She typed: "Don't you like me anymore? Can we
talk over there by the washing machine?" She closed her phone, put on a coat, and went out of her room.
She found Yanwen's door still tightly closed. Peeking out the hallway towards Yanwen's window, she saw him engrossed in a mobile game.
Logically he shouldn't have missed the message. Could this not be Yanwen's phone
? This was the first time Ah Zhen had this question. If it wasn't him, then who could it be? Ah Zhen was once again thrown into confusion.

Just then, Ah Zhu returned. He didn't see Ah Zhen standing in the corner of the dark corridor near the washing machine. As usual,
he peeked through Ah Zhen's door crack. This action was seen by Ah Zhen, who felt disgusted. Suddenly, a question popped into her head: Could
that man be this disgusting man? Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible! Ah Zhen shook her
head, and just then she saw Ah Zhu take out her phone, turn it on, and go into the bathroom. A series of WeChat messages popped
up. Ah Zhen froze. Then Ah Zhen's phone rang, and a message appeared: "How could I not miss you? I
think about you every day, I miss your nipples, darling. Remember to put your little bra
in the second drawer on the left in the living room tomorrow morning. Don't wash it, okay? I want it to smell like milk..." Ah Zhen then walked out of the house
without looking back and ran to the stairwell to vomit.

How could it be him? How could it possibly be him? Ah Zhen's mind was in turmoil. Wanting some peace and quiet, she involuntarily went up to the
rooftop . The slightly hot summer breeze made her even more confused. Oh, how could this happen?! The reserved woman
still didn't understand. As she walked, she saw the old beggar's tin shack again. Oh, this man is leaving tomorrow. I wonder if he has finished
tidying up yet? So she tiptoed and peeked inside. The sight immediately made her
blush . The room was still dimly lit, much like when she left that morning. The old beggar sat on the bed,
a half-empty lunchbox and a small bottle of strong liquor on a stool. Then, a truly blush-inducing scene unfolded: the old beggar was holding
a woman's bra, smelling it while moaning and groaning. It was obvious what he was doing, but what made Ah Zhen
even more embarrassed and astonished was that the bra in the old beggar's hand was the one she had lost a few days ago. She
had thought it had fallen downstairs, but now it was in the old beggar's hands, and it looked remarkably well-preserved, even though the inner fabric was wrinkled
. She had no idea that this bra was the old beggar's most pleasurable instrument every night.

A blush crept across Ah Zhen's face as she turned to leave, but the door she was holding onto wasn't locked and opened abruptly. The old
beggar hadn't expected anyone to come so late;
his penis instantly recoiled, and he clutched the blanket tightly to cover it. At the door stood none other than the goddess he had been longing for day and night. Her face held a mixture of
confusion , shyness, and surprise, and she wore only a thin... The Giordano white short-sleeved shirt, with its two small dots subtly visible,
seemed to echo the owner's plea. Her arms were crossed, clearly showing she wasn't wearing a bra
; a jacket was casually draped over her shoulders. She wore sweatpants, revealing her boxer shorts underneath. Her
toes, inside her slippers, had no nail polish, exuding a classic, pure beauty that was enough to make any man's
imagination run wild.

"Give it to me!" Ah Zhen stretched out her hand. "What?" The old beggar lowered his head. "Give it to me!" Ah Zhen's nose was red from crying.
"You bad person, give it to me!" Ah Zhen panicked, running inside and grabbing the bra from the old beggar's hand. "No,
no, this is mine, mine! I need to look at it every night to sleep! You can't take it! This is my
most precious thing..." Ah Zhen suddenly loosened her grip. "What did you say?" "This is my most precious possession. I'd trade
you my house for it," the old beggar said urgently. Ah Zhen felt a mix of emotions swirling within her. Never before had a man
so sincerely and directly acknowledged her importance. Even after her husband took her virginity, she
had looked at this foul-smelling man on top of her and thought he was her everything, but there was no tenderness to speak of. These words
warmed her heart, enough to overshadow the direct and blatantly sexual and ambiguous
words Ah Zhu had uttered these past few days.

"Okay, keep it. Don't damage it. I want it, to wear..." Ah Zhen's heart was breaking. The old
beggar looked at Ah Zhen standing before him, and the urge to vomit blood from the strong liquor he had just drunk returned.
"No, I have to fuck this woman! I have to!" The old beggar suddenly stood up and
hugged Ah Zhen tightly. Ah Zhen had just finished showering, and her warm breasts were pressed against the old beggar's sour and smelly chest.
Ah Zhen was instantly flustered. This couldn't be, this couldn't be... Ah Zhen waved her hands weakly, why couldn't this be, why...
"No way! I haven't been with a woman for over ten years. Before, I didn't have money and wanted to hire a prostitute, but then I saw you, and now
I can only masturbate every day. I've never been with a woman!" The old beggar shouted anxiously. "Keep it down!" Ah Zhen
was afraid that people outside would hear, but such direct words of love made her finally surrender. In addition, her
husband about the same age as the old beggar, and she was used to this kind of old man's aura, but the old beggar's directness
stirred up waves in her heart.

Especially her two uncooperative pink nipples, rubbed against the old beggar's chest, became erect, and
Ah Zhen instantly went limp again, saying, "Let go, you're hurting me, I hate you..." This tenderness stunned the old
beggar; he hadn't expected that these few words would completely conquer this heavenly beauty. The old beggar thought
he was dreaming, and with a free hand, he scratched himself hard. "What are you doing?" Ah Zhen was startled, thinking he was
repenting, and felt a pang of heartache. "Why are you hitting yourself like that? I hate you!" she thought. Turning to leave, the old beggar panicked. Because of the stool
separating them , he was a step too slow. Just as he was about to say how fickle women could be, what he saw next made
a sinister smile creep onto the old beggar's lips.

[7]

After breaking free from the old beggar, Ah Zhen walked to the door and closed it with her delicate hand. The room was silent
for a few seconds. Then, the old beggar let out a low growl, his throat reeking of alcohol, and pounced on Ah Zhen, hugging her from behind. This was
the third time in the past few weeks that a strange man had hugged Ah Zhen from behind.
Compared , the old beggar's calloused hands were much stronger and more powerful. Although his fingers were chapped and peeling from winter frostbite,
in the dim light, Ah Zhen tilted her head back against this man who was older than her. The older man was on top of her, and the old beggar's hands didn't
stop. Through her white clothes, he grabbed one breast with each hand. The pounding of his heart made him feel much younger. He held her breasts
tightly in Ah Zhen's breasts were firm, so even when he held them, there was still a lot of flesh sticking out.
It was really difficult for the old beggar to hold them in one hand. So the old beggar touched and squeezed them from behind, rubbing Ah Zhen's two nipples together. Ah Zhen
always did this herself and never asked anyone else to do it. Now she really felt
how real and comfortable the erotic nipples were, even though they weren't her own hands.

Unlike usual when her husband would grab her breasts, Ah Zhen would usually break free from this unromantic
husband . But this time, even with a bit of force, Ah Zhen resigned herself to the situation. She didn't refuse because the slight
stimulation masked everything. Ah Zhen sat on the stool with her legs tightly clamped together. The old man's lunchbox and strong liquor fell all over the floor,
but both of them were trapped in a state from which they couldn't extricate themselves. The old beggar was in a hurry. He knew he couldn't delay any longer. What if the woman
changed her mind? He had to finish quickly. Once there was a first time, wouldn't there be a second? So the old beggar suddenly
grabbed Ah Zhen and dragged her to the bed. He easily pulled down her short-sleeved shirt and took her pink nipple into his mouth. Ah, so good!
A thousand horses galloped through the old beggar's mind. Ah Zhen, caught off guard, let out a cry. The old beggar's dirty body,
reeking of sour grime, didn't matter at this moment. She held the beggar's greasy hair, which hadn't been washed for over ten days, and
involuntarily murmured, "Disgusting, disgusting, don't bite so hard, uh, use your tongue to circle, okay
, oh, I hate you so much, you were weaned when you were a few years old..."

A skinny old man was on top of a plump young woman's body, biting and nibbling. The young woman, disregarding the filth,
accepted the old beggar's foul-smelling saliva. Yellowed teeth with a few bits of vegetable leaf still attached bit into her fair, now reddish
nipples—a sign of impending orgasm. Ah Zhen was getting impatient, knowing she was about to climax.
If the old beggar didn't make a move by now, the sex wouldn't be as pleasurable. Ah Zhen continued to murmur, "Come on, get
on ..."

Any man would readily accept such a command, and the old beggar was no exception. He pulled down his pants like a big
yellow dog, revealing his black penis. It wasn't just black; it also had a ring of white grime, indicating it hadn't been washed in a long time
. If he hadn't masturbated regularly, it would have been even blacker and smellier. The stench instantly filled the entire room, as
terrifying as a monster about to devour a sacred goddess.

Ah Zhen didn't see any of this. If she had, she definitely wouldn't have let the old beggar penetrate her. Staring at the hard nipples,
Ah Zhen shifted her body slightly. She knew that old men at this age were not strong enough, and if he didn't penetrate quickly, he would ejaculate. Her
husband was like that, so he always had to take a blue pill. In her dazed state, Ah Zhen remembered that today was
her safe period , so she spread her arms to make it easier for the old beggar to enter. Ah Zhen's vagina was very tight and dry. Usually,
although her husband's penis wasn't big, it was still quite large when it went in. It was difficult, so her husband could only lie on his stomach and spit on Ah Zhen's clitoris
to moisten it . But he didn't know that as long as Ah Zhen's breasts felt comfortable, the bright red color would be
due to Ah Zhen's abundant love juice. So, the old beggar slid in and inserted himself, his penis enveloping Ah Zhen's two fleshy lips. The old beggar lay on
Ah Zhen and let him move. There was sensation, but it wasn't strong. This was a common problem for the elderly. Ah Zhen started panting and moaning.
The old beggar stared at the beauty under his penis, staring blankly as he inserted himself.

He had barely met any women in his life, let alone seen one so perfect: an innocent face,
firm fair breasts, smooth buttocks, and long, slender thighs. Most importantly, after penetration, her eyes were closed, her brows
furrowed, and her cherry-like lips slightly parted, exhaling a soft, earthy breath. This was the most pleasurable moment of sex, the kind of beauty every man would desire, yet
it was being fucked by a filthy, smelly old beggar.

Ah Zhen hugged the old beggar's thin, bony buttocks with both hands. She knew the old beggar
wouldn't last long, but she didn't expect it to be so soon. The old beggar began to roar, preparing to ejaculate a bunch of foul-smelling semen
into Ah Zhen's vagina. Ah Zhen quickly pushed the old beggar's chest and buttocks back with her hands, trying to make the old beggar ejaculate. But
how could the old beggar let her do that? This beauty was his, and he had to ejaculate inside to maintain his dignity. So he
used all his strength to hug Ah Zhen, and his buttocks sank down, like bestiality, and he ejaculated violently.

Ah Zhen had no choice but to endure this release of lust. Although she was still conscious, this
intercourse gave her an unprecedented orgasm. The old beggar's foreplay provided her with a
pleasure she had never experienced before. After the old beggar ejaculated forcefully, his eyes instantly returned to their dull, lifeless state. He lay limply
on Ah Zhen's breasts. Ah Zhen tried to push him away, but the old beggar, still
aroused took Ah Zhen's nipple into his mouth again. Ah Zhen immediately climaxed. She realized
how important a woman's caresses were. Many men finish after ejaculating, but women really care about what happens afterward. A little more
caress can help a woman reach even greater sexual perfection. Ah Zhen obediently let the old beggar touch her like a kitten.
With his eyes closed, ignoring the yellowish semen flowing from her vagina, the old beggar looked at his shiny glans and
chuckled.

Ah Zhen, seeing the man on top of her grinning foolishly, involuntarily lowered her head in embarrassment. The old beggar, looking at the flowing
semen, thought that leaving his seed in Ah Zhen's body would be the greatest happiness, but he didn't know that Ah Zhen's
main reason for letting him ejaculate inside her was that it was her safe period. Now that he had done it, the old beggar was bolder. He pulled up the still-panting Ah Zhen and said, "
Come on, lick me." At this moment, Ah Zhen, completely like a young wife, obediently got up, climbed
onto , and stuck out her tongue to lick his dark nipple. The old beggar looked at this young woman with great satisfaction and,
most importantly, a strong sense of conquest. Grabbing Ah Zhen's drooping nipple with one hand, he said, "Lower!"

The old beggar gave the order, and Ah Zhen knew what he was going to do. She knelt between his legs and gently took
his shiny, oily glans into her mouth. She was a little surprised; this dirty man's glans had no grime. She probably
didn't know that all the grime had remained inside her, dripping out with the semen onto the bed.
There was still some semen on his glans. Ah Zhen murmured, "There's still some semen... Eat it, it's good for your complexion." The old beggar
didn't turn around, took out a cigarette, lit it, and, with the smoke rings he exhaled and the beautiful thing in his mouth, he believed he
was now the happiest old man in the world.

Ah Zhen, who had just ejaculated, saw the old beggar smoking and suddenly became angry. "Do you think I'm a prostitute?"
He spat out his penis, then took out his clothes and put them on. The old beggar realized he'd gone too far and quickly got up to help Ah Zhen, who was wearing
pants . Ah Zhen looked at him and felt a wave of nausea. How could she do such a thing with an old man like that?
She shook off the old beggar and rushed out of the room. The old beggar didn't stop her; he knew
the saying that even a lion is afraid of a lioness after a fight. He shouldn't argue with Ah Zhen now. Looking at the messy bed and the bodily fluids Ah Zhen had left behind, the old
beggar groaned again and slapped himself. "Damn, is this real?"

Ah Zhen returned to the room and washed herself countless times, taking at least an hour before coming out. Fang Jie
said rudely at the door, "Young man, be careful with your water. It's not free." Ah Zhen hummed in response but didn't
reply before returning to her room. Just then, her phone buzzed with another message from Yanwen: "Remember, my
little bra..." Ah Zhen then remembered that Ah Zhu had told her to put the bra in the drawer. She turned off her phone, thought for
a moment, and then took out a bra she had given to the old beggar that morning, which she was about to throw away, and placed it in the drawer. She didn't know
why did this; one reason was that Fang Jie's impatient attitude had angered her, and this behavior might be
a kind of revenge between women...

[8]

The next morning, Ah Zhu opened the drawer and found the bra. He was overjoyed and smelled it again and again. He went to work
with joy. At this time, the door opened and Ah Zhen saw everything through the crack in the door. She cried helplessly.
At this time, there was a commotion at the door. Ah Zhen opened the door slightly and found that a group of social workers were helping the old beggar move and found
the bra. They called the police. The police are now arresting the old beggar for indecent assault. Ah Zhen was anxious and angry,
but she was helpless. She should have taken the bra last night. Fortunately, the old beggar did not confess and insisted that he picked it up
on the street . Without witnesses, the social workers also canceled his application to be sent to the rehabilitation center. The old beggar went back to
the tin shack. Ah Zhen watched everything and felt all kinds of emotions.

That day, Ah Zhen's husband took four days off to take the children back to his hometown to pay respects to their ancestors. Ah Zhen didn't go with them
because she knew that her husband's family accused her of being a vixen, and the fact that many women older than her mother
had to call her "auntie" made her feel uncomfortable. Yan Wen was also away on a business trip. Ah Zhen had lost all interest in him;
this young man certainly didn't have the charm of a mature man. The old beggar still appeared on the street every day, and
Ah Zhen would see him smile slightly, which would move the old beggar deeply, and then he would stare at her shapely buttocks and fantasize for a long time. Fang Jie went back to her hometown again
, leaving Ah Zhen and Ah Zhu alone in the room that night.

Ah Zhu continued to send erotic messages, and Ah Zhen would reply with a few words whether she meant it or not, because such stimulating
messages made her feel alive.
However Ah Zhen sent a total of four photos: the first was of her breasts in the bathroom, the second was of her touching
her clitoris in bed, the third was of Ah Zhen squeezing her breasts, and the fourth was a magnified pink nipple. Because Ah Zhu was afraid of losing her phone, she
accepted all of them, printed them out, and clipped them to her clothes to savor every day. That

night, everyone went to their own rooms. Ah Zhu went back to his room and started masturbating again with the photos, his pungent semen
spraying onto his underwear once more. Exhausted, he took the photos out to wash them. Opening the door, he heard Ah Zhen walking towards the washing machine,
so he followed. Ah Zhen, too, was holding onto the washing machine with both hands, her little bottom wiggling back and forth.
It turned out Ah Zhen was wearing headphones and listening to music, but it didn't seem like it. Ah Zhu tiptoed over to take a look, and realized... In the Japanese erotic short film
sent by Arlene , the woman was moaning with pleasure. As Ah Zhen watched, her left hand unconsciously pressed against
her right nipple, which she was wearing in a tank top and had no bra, and she gently rubbed it. Ah Zhu couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly
hugged Ah Zhen tightly from behind. Ah Zhen was startled, but not in a neurotic way, which was a bit
suspicious . Ah Zhu ignored this and hugged Ah Zhen tightly from behind, and Ah Zhen symbolically resisted.

Just like that day, A-Zhu's hands kneaded the two mounds of flesh, her two index fingers pressing against the two small nipples.
A-Zhen's . She didn't speak; the moans of the actress in her earpiece made her forget A-Zhu's ugly appearance. She still
had her buttocks sticking out; today she had deliberately worn a short skirt, the kind that could be easily lifted. Of course, watching the actress movie
was her own arrangement, because she was already addicted to this kind of stimulating, clandestine text message relationship, plus
the fact that the room was... This young woman was driven to loneliness, which is why A-Zhu was able to get his hands on her so easily. A-Zhu didn't
think ; he only knew that the beauty he had been longing for day and night had obediently let him touch her nipples, and that was already
the greatest satisfaction. He pressed his erect, hard penis against A-Zhen's short skirt and buttocks, not thinking about going
any further , but instead rubbing against her while panting heavily. A-Zhen did not refuse, but she knew in her heart that this man was actually so cowardly.

Being timid has its advantages. Ah Zhen now felt safe, enjoying the ugly man's caresses as the washing machine swayed. It was tingling,
numb, and warm. Ah Zhu's lack of further action made Ah Zhen a little anxious, but she didn't want to turn around
and face him. So, while Ah Zhu was secretly enjoying himself, she secretly pulled her skirt up to her waist. Any
man ; Ah Zhu could easily insert his penis by simply pulling aside Ah Zhen's underwear. But Ah Zhu didn't.
He was already very satisfied, he was really satisfied with this, so Azhu ejaculated into his underwear again through his pants, then
turned around and left, leaving behind Azhen whose nipples had just started to swell.

Ah Zhen was both ashamed and angry, but helpless. She returned to her room and slammed the door shut. On the bed,
she rubbed her clitoris, making moaning sounds that echoed in the room. Ah Zhen inserted her hand
into her vagina and groaned, while her right hand massaged her beautiful, full breasts.
Ah Zhen felt that Ah Zhu's caresses were too comfortable and that her hands alone could not satisfy her. So she thought of the dirty old man upstairs.
She went up to the roof without hesitation. The old beggar was in his room counting the money he had just received for the house,
drinking strong liquor and groaning. He really needed a woman, and now she had one delivered to his door. Ah Zhen pushed open
the door, not looking directly at the old beggar, but asking: "Where is the three-bedroom apartment you mentioned?" The old beggar grinned, "
Alright, I'll take you tomorrow. Anyway, the keys are in my hands. Come here..." The old beggar patted the filthy bed
...

[9]

These words, spoken by a filthy old man, seemed to possess an invisible magic for Ah Zhen.
Ah Zhen involuntarily closed the door and went over. The old beggar looked at this beauty who usually wore little boots, wiggled her little
bottom , and would immediately scorn any man who stared at her for too long. Now she stood before him, but he dared not act rashly,
because he knew this little beauty had a strong personality and wasn't so easily conquered; she was more afraid of the weak. So he...
Gently pulling Ah Zhen's hand, he sat her down beside him and fabricated a particularly tragic backstory for the young woman. Ah Zhen had
time, and since she wanted to know more, she listened. When she heard about the old beggar being
knocked unconscious by a fat woman because he was starving, leaving a scar on his thigh, she nervously looked at
the evidence of the old beggar's dirty thigh. Of course, she didn't know that this was a scratch the old beggar had made on the glass when he was peeping at women bathing.

As Ah Zhen listened, the old beggar, being a beggar himself, was a master storyteller. Ah Zhen felt both softened and sorry for him.
When the old beggar mentioned he had never touched a woman in his life, only her, Ah Zhen was moved. At that
moment, the old beggar unceremoniously slipped his hand inside the goddess's clothes. The goddess didn't resist, letting him touch her. The old beggar knew that the beauty
's nipples were very sensitive, but he needed time, so he continued to fabricate a story, saying that his only time with a woman was
when he was deceived emotionally, losing both money and sex without even touching her, which was why he turned to this profession. He then went on to say why... Mo often peeked at Ah Zhen downstairs
because he felt so happy when he could steal a glance at her every day. As he said this, Ah Zhen's eyes welled up with tears
. She hadn't expected this old beggar to be so infatuated. Coupled with the old beggar's skill with his two fingers,
Ah Zhen was soaked again. Having learned from his previous experience, the old beggar took off his pants early in the morning, and as usual, the sour smell filled the room.
Ah Zhen didn't mind because she was still immersed in the old beggar's brainwashing stories. Facing this man who was older than her husband but loved her more than
her husband, all the stench was nothing.

Ah Zhen squatted down, her jade lips parted slightly, and she took the old beggar's penis, which hadn't been washed since their last lovemaking,
into her mouth. A strong smell of urine hit her, but it was a stimulating sensation that didn't make Ah Zhen feel too disgusted. This
was only the second time she had taken the initiative like this; the first time was when she took the old beggar's penis into her mouth. She had also watched some Japanese adult films these past few days
, learning to use her tongue instead of her teeth, which would make the man feel more comfortable. At this moment, the old beggar
was completely in a daze. He pinched Ah Zhen's breasts with his hands covered in chilblains, while staring at Ah Zhen's chin with the other hand, making
Ah Zhen look at him while she sucked on his penis. When their eyes met, Ah Zhen shyly slapped the old beggar with her hand. If you didn't know better, you would really think
they were a married couple.

The old beggar, his sense of conquest returning, knew he had achieved his goal. He spread her filthy thighs, forcing the
beautiful young woman to kneel on the floor, covered in rubbish and spit-stained, and lit a cigarette.
This time, Ah Zhen watched without objection. She felt she should do it; men need a sense
of conquest . Besides, her own subservience was nothing, especially since it was within the room. Once outside,
she could continue as she pleased without going too far. So she tacitly approved of the old beggar's actions, though she symbolically pinched
his thigh to express her displeasure.

The old beggar, now in high spirits, knew the woman was conquered, but excessive demands, such as licking
her anus... He still didn't dare to bring it up. He figured they could take it slow; there was plenty of time. The old beggar was, after all, quite old,
and a young woman sucking like that would quickly make him want to ejaculate. He forced himself to hold back; he couldn't afford to ejaculate prematurely again.
So he helped Ah Zhen, who was kneeling with red knees, up, supporting her with both hands, and had her sit facing him on his lap. With such a voluptuous
beauty sitting on the withered old man, Ah Zhen blushed and turned her head away, not daring to look at the old beggar. This shyness
only fueled the old beggar's sense of conquest. He lowered his head and took Ah Zhen's nipple into his mouth. Ah Zhen flinched; it felt good.
The old beggar was about to suckle longer when, unexpectedly, Ah Zhen had already put a condom on his penis. The old beggar was
immediately incredulous. Wasn't this his woman? Why was he wearing a condom?

Ah Zhen saw his face darken and murmured, "It's my period today, I need to wear it, otherwise
I'll get pregnant." Damn, isn't that what that old beggar thinks? The old beggar wouldn't let his foul-smelling semen be ejaculated inside
this bag, but he couldn't get angry, knowing that Ah Zhen would be angry too. So the old beggar smiled and
said, "Yes, that's right, put it on." Ah Zhen was also pleased; this was her first step in conquering him.
It's human nature to want to change others, so Ah Zhen became even more proactive, unconcerned about the smell, sticking her fragrant tongue into the old beggar's mouth.
The old beggar thought, "Wow, he's so proactive with a condom on!" So he lay down, letting Ah Zhen lick his back. Ah Zhen thought, "This
man has even put a condom on for me," so she obediently lay on his back, her breasts rubbing against the old beggar's buttocks.
Ah Zhen felt a tingling sensation from her nipples on the hard, dry skin of an old man. At this moment, the old beggar raised his buttocks, indicating that
Ah Zhen lick it inside. Ah, how could this be? The old beggar said, "I even put a condom on you, just lick it once, I heard it
feels really good. Don't believe me? Lie down."

Ah Zhen blushed instantly when he told her to lick his anus. She lightly spat, "No! It's
filthy there, don't lick it!" But for the old beggar, what dirtier place hadn't he been to? Especially
this body that every man would be drawn to. Without a word, he pressed Ah Zhen down and buried his face
in the crevice of her plump, firm buttocks. The old beggar's tongue was indeed skilled, its sharp tip curling in, making Ah Zhen cry out, "Ah…
ah…" Ah Zhen moaned repeatedly, filling the room with a spring-like atmosphere. Ah Zhen felt indebted after the old beggar licked her buttocks.
The old beggar, looking embarrassed, rolled over and said, "It's your turn."

She then made him lie face down. The old beggar protested, squatting directly on Ah Zhen's face,
his anus a completely unappealing act. Ah Zhen couldn't refuse, but a stench assaulted her nostrils. She inhaled
, then stuck her fragrant tongue into the old beggar's anus. "Ah~ Fuck your mother~ So
good ~" the old beggar cried out. Ah Zhen licked and licked, her tongue now completely
inside his anus, experiencing a myriad of sensations. She held her breath until she finished, but before the old beggar could finish
enjoying himself , another stench assaulted Ah Zhen's nostrils, causing her to vomit violently, spitting it out everywhere.

The old beggar looked and climbed down. Ah Zhen said the bed was dirty, what should she do? The old beggar said it was fine, it's not like it's never been
dirty before, it was dirty to begin with. Watching Ah Zhen vomit and the two pink dots slowly shrink, the old beggar
knew Ah Zhen's libido was almost gone. He grabbed the blanket and smeared it on Ah Zhen's body, and before his penis shrank, he went straight for the entrance.
Ah Zhen's interest was naturally greatly reduced because of vomiting, but seeing the old beggar like a dog bumping around, she was both annoyed and amused.
She spread her legs and guided the old dog who was eagerly looking for the vagina into her. She knew that she would definitely have to let the old
beggar , anyway, she had nothing else to do.

Because of the condom's lubricant, the old dog easily entered. Unlike last time, this time he entered
a little slowly, deliberately waiting for the beautiful Ah Zhen's reaction. Ah Zhen naturally turned her head away, refusing to look at him. The old beggar felt a
surge of excitement and spat his foul-smelling saliva into Ah Zhen's mouth. Ah Zhen couldn't stand it and coughed a few times before swallowing it all.
Of course, she still gave the old beggar a hard squeeze. He entered, and the old beggar tilted his head back proudly like a beast tamer
. The girl below was now as obedient and docile as a lamb, whimpering softly. The old beggar grabbed her two
breasts, which had risen again, and bit down hard, stimulating Ah Zhen to ejaculate completely. The old beggar's
thighs were soaked. The old beggar did not know that this was a woman's orgasm reaction and thought that Ah Zhen had wet the bed. So he thought to himself:
"Fuck you , you're going to wet the bed just because you licked an ass. I'll fuck you to death." He thrust even harder, and Ah Zhen took the opportunity to have another
orgasm.

After more than fifty thrusts, the old beggar was starting to feel the strain. Ah Zhen's vagina was so tight and incredibly
pleasurable . Ah Zhen, having experienced two orgasms, felt immense guilt upon seeing the sweating old beggar and
shyly said, "Is wearing a condom uncomfortable? If it is, then... then take it off..." The old beggar, suddenly energized, felt the
charge finally begin. He pulled out his penis, ripped off the condom still covered in a few hairs,
revealing his stinky glans, still surrounded by a white ring of grime. Without hesitation, he thrust it directly into Ah Zhen's vagina.
Ah Zhen gasped,
surprised , and the roughness made the friction even more intense. Ah Zhen never imagined that sex with the old beggar would be so pleasurable.

So she wiggled her hips to match the old beggar's thrusts. Ah, ahhh, ah, the old beggar was about to ejaculate. Ah Zhen
regretted telling the old beggar to take off his condom earlier, but she knew he would hold
her head and make her unable to breathe, just like last time, forcing her to obediently submit to the baptism of his hot semen. Ah Zhen hummed and said, "Do you want me to
eat your semen?" The old beggar's momentum suddenly slowed down a bit. Ah? "Oh, you've never tried eating my semen before?"
Ah Zhen nodded, quickly making the old beggar stand on the bed. She cupped his penis in her cherry-like mouth and took it in. Before she
could even fully take it in, the stimulation from his teeth caused a gush of thick semen to spurt out. The old beggar
held Ah Zhen's head tightly, and Ah Zhen could only swallow the large amount of foul-smelling semen. Before she could recover, the old beggar, still
holding his erect penis, spread Ah Zhen's thighs. Ah Zhen asked, "What are you doing?" The old beggar said, "You
didn't swallow it all. There's still a little bit left. I'm going to ejaculate inside you. You have to give me a big, fat son."

Ah Zhen panicked, saying, "Swallowing it will still give birth to a child! You're lying!" The old beggar was skeptical. "Yes, I'm not
lying. It was taught in middle school physiology and hygiene." Ah Zhen was exasperated. The old beggar was 84 years old this year. He had never
attended middle school. How could he know if it was true or false? Ah Zhen added, "Yes, lying is like a dog swallowing a lot." So,
in order to make the old beggar believe her, Ah Zhen lowered her head and picked up the old beggar's penis, which was already tucked into his foreskin. The old beggar believed
her. Seeing Ah Zhen's hard work, the old beggar picked up a cigarette again and lit it...

[10]

That night, Ah Zhen did not go back. She did not want to go back and see the useless Ah Zhu. She did not drink alcohol, so she
drank two mouthfuls of the old beggar's strong liquor. In addition, she was exhausted after making love, so she lay down next to the old beggar and fell asleep.
The old beggar woke up very early, around 5 a.m., and saw the alluring naked body beside him. Summer
sunlight streamed in, revealing a beautiful, naked body inside a dark, smelly quilt. A
petite, charming woman with long eyelashes lay curled up asleep, her right breast, a small, sunken nipple, staring at the old beggar.
He couldn't resist reaching out to touch it. One touch, and the nipple slowly rose. Another
touch 's gaze
continued downwards; the woman's legs were tightly pressed together, revealing a patch of black, curly, inverted triangle-shaped pubic hair. This
was truly the most beautiful scene the old beggar had ever seen in his life. His penis once again pushed open the dark foreskin, and he thrust
his head into the triangle area, sticking out his tongue to lick the two very cute little labia. At this moment, Ah Zhen felt a tingling
sensation , gently turned over, and fell asleep again. This turn was like opening the door, and the old beggar could almost taste
Ah Zhen's lovely abalone. As he licked, he found that Ah Zhen, apart from feeling comfortable, wasn't very wet. The old beggar considered
his dry old penis and knew that he couldn't go in like this, so he spat a mouthful of thick phlegm hard onto the beautiful little
abalone. The thick phlegm slid down, and the old beggar's tongue circled around, licking it wet inside and out.

In her dream, Ah Zhen felt as if she were still riding an old horse. Her mother was sitting on a cushion, rubbing her tight
jeans and boots together. Her underwear was wet from the friction, and she desperately wanted something hard inside her. Then,
something really did rub against her vaginal opening, itchy and irresistible. This was the old beggar,
rubbing the head of his penis against Ah Zhen's vulva. But the old beggar, after all, didn't... He was at the age where he could get an erection every morning, but
he was in a hurry and couldn't get it in. He was sweating profusely, and Ah Zhen's vulva was dry. At this
point the old beggar had to spit again. Ah Zhen woke up. She vaguely saw
the old beggar sweating profusely and suddenly felt that the old man had a cute side. She touched her lower body and found it sticky. She didn't want to...
Knowing, the old man, like her husband, spat. Since she was used to it, Ah Zhen didn't feel disgusted this time,
but smiled slightly, looking at the old beggar with a hint of annoyance.

The old beggar's face was weathered, the marks of time visible everywhere. He had lost many teeth due to neglect, and
his yellowed teeth and thick, greenish-yellow tongue coating revealed years of neglect. This made Ah Zhen feel
a pang of heartache. Her husband, who was about the same age, was well-cared for and full of energy. Ah Zhen
sized up the old beggar, who, ignoring her, continued to work on his penis, sweating profusely. Ah Zhen reached out
her hand and gently said, "Let me do it."

She grabbed the old beggar's penis in one go. Knowing that the old man needed stimulation, Ah Zhen moved her body
down gently rubbed the old beggar's glans, covered in black foreskin, against her nipples. The morning
air was quite humid, and Ah Zhen's gentle voice and movements were very natural and perfect in their teasing. The old beggar was stunned and blurted out, "So
beautiful." Ah Zhen readily accepted the compliment.

It worked! The old beggar responded, and Ah Zhen's nipples became moist from the friction. At this point, the old
beggar wanted to spit, but Ah Zhen stopped him, saying, "You should take care of them." She gestured for the old beggar to come to her breasts.
The old beggar, like a newborn infant, showed no resistance and obediently began licking. Soon, Ah Zhen's
nipples proudly hardened. While one hand stroked the old beggar's head, the other hand was also busy, gently stroking and stimulating
the old beggar's nipples. Ah Zhen asked, "Does it taste good?" The old beggar answered with hums and groans, offering few seductive words.
This prelude to their lovemaking in the early morning gave him an unprecedented feeling of pleasure. His penis hardened several times,
and he was about to thrust into her. Ah Zhen forgot that he hadn't used a condom when he entered. With a soft "uh-huh,"
she accepted the old beggar's entry, holding his thin buttocks with both hands.

This time, the old beggar had truly penetrated, like a lion awakened from its slumber, its mouth wide open, eagerly savoring the
real feeling of being enveloped. Ah Zhen said, "Take it slow, don't rush, move slowly." The old beggar obediently
thrust in and out , suddenly discovering that making love was so pleasurable. The dry glans stimulated Ah Zhen, giving her a sense of fullness.
Ah Zhen suddenly tilted her head back and took the old beggar's nipple into her mouth. The old beggar couldn't take it anymore, and before Ah Zhen could react
, his scalding semen shot out. The old beggar let out a low growl and pressed his penis firmly against the entrance, preventing it from flowing out.
Ah Zhen then remembered that it wasn't her safe period, but she had no choice but to lie obediently and let the old beggar finish ejaculating. Spurt after spurt
, the hot semen gave Ah Zhen a comfortable shiver and brought her to a small orgasm.

After ejaculating, the old beggar collapsed onto Ah Zhen's chest, his tongue continuing to lick her nipples.
Ah Zhen, her eyes slightly closed, panted and enjoyed the sensation. Looking at the time, it was almost 6:30. Ah Zhen thought it best
to hurry back, lest someone see them. As she moved her thigh, a stream of semen flowed out.
There was no toilet paper in the room, so she wiped herself with the sheet. There was a toilet in the room, and it reeked. Unable to use it,
she had no choice but to get dressed, regaining her air of a high-class young woman. Looking at the old beggar on the bed, she couldn't help but feel a
sense of dreaminess. Thinking about her beautiful figure, which she had only used to serve old men, she felt a pang of disappointment. She secretly
slipped out of the room, crossed the platform, and was startled by an older woman who saw her. Ah Zhen, without changing her expression, said, "Good morning. The air is so fresh. Doing
your morning exercises?" She explained the older woman's concerns. With a pounding heart, she returned
to the house and was immediately startled...

She was met by the bald, lewd Ah Zhu, who was coming out of the kitchen. He smiled slightly at her and said, "Good morning. It's just
the two of us today. This is your breakfast. I thought you were still sleeping. I didn't expect you to be up so early." Ah Zhen couldn't refuse at this
point , and besides, she hadn't washed off the old beggar's saliva yet, so she smiled and said, "Put me down, I'll
take a shower first." So, Ah Zhen quickly grabbed her clothes and rushed into the bathroom. After closing the door, she looked at her beautiful curves and,
thinking about the old beggar's semen was still inside her, quickly grabbed the showerhead and started washing herself, planning to buy some morning-after pills when the pharmacy opened.
But this concern was unnecessary, because at the old beggar's age, his sperm survival rate was practically zero; taking them
was just for psychological comfort...

Just then, a rat suddenly scurried out, scaring her so much that she ran naked out of the bathroom.
At this moment, Ah Zhu ran over and helped chase the rat away.

Looking at Ah Zhen's naked body and shy face, Ah Zhu realized that Ah Zhen was only hugging a blanket. But after all, he was
a young man, and considering his skin from yesterday, Ah Zhu regretted not penetrating Ah Zhen last night. Was it possible
now ? Ah Zhen, supported by Ah Zhu, also thought of this, but she had already been with the old
beggar that morning and had no interest in it now. So she rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, leaving Ah Zhu standing there
stunned wondering why he was being treated like this after being so passionate last night. After thinking about it, Ah Zhu decided
it was pointless to make a fool of himself, so he put down his chopsticks and went to work.

After taking a shower, Ah Zhen felt she had gone a bit too far. She was about to dry herself off and have breakfast when she
came out Ah Zhu was nowhere to be seen. Ah Zhen didn't care anymore, ate breakfast, covered herself with the blanket, and fell into a deep sleep.
She didn't wake up until her son called. She bought an emergency contraceptive and took it, and it was already afternoon. On her way back after buying lunch, she
encountered an old beggar begging by the roadside. She couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, but then she thought about how he still had a house
to rent out, and how he was just torturing himself. So she walked past without looking back. The old beggar watched
Ah Zhen walk away with her hips swaying arrogantly and thought, "I'll fuck you to death tonight, and then I'll get you pregnant with my offspring."

Ah Zhen, of course, had no idea what he was thinking. She continued upstairs, and after eating, she strolled over to the old beggar
's house. A stench assaulted her nostrils. Like a hardworking wife, she frowned, wondering how life could be like this. So she
began to help tidy up, throwing away anything she didn't need. While tidying, she found a small box. Opening it,
she found a property ownership certificate. Her heart immediately raced. Opening it again, she saw a woman's name on it
. Looking closer, she realized how familiar it looked—it was Ah Lin…

URL 1:http://localhost:909/htmlBlog/1936.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=1936&aspx=1

Previous Page : [Women in the Red Light District] (50) Author: Bullet Ant

Next Page : 【Longing Transforms into the Language of the Wutong Tree】(Part Two) Author: Heavenly Lone Star

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

【Young and Beautiful Married Woman - Ah Zhen】(1-10) Author: Ah Zhen

comment Open a new window to view comments