[Married Woman] [Uncontrollable Temptation] [The End]

Uncontrollable Temptation

The following is my personal experience, from three years into my marriage. I was at a crossroads in my emotions. I was a "high achiever" from
Shanghai Jiaotong University. After graduation, I was helped by a former comrade
-in-arms from the military, Mr. Z, to work as an assistant in the general office of Mr. Z's group company. In three years, I climbed to the position of deputy manager of the operations department. At that time, I was full of ambition and had
countless affairs. I did all sorts of things, including online dating, one-night stands, and international relationships, until I met my wife and settled down. My wife
wasn't a stunning beauty, just average-looking, with a good figure. She had danced folk dances for a few years. Her most striking feature
was her long legs. At 172cm tall, my first impression was that three-fifths of her body was made up of long legs. I was initially attracted
to her because of her long legs, but after several months of communication, I was deeply attracted by her indescribable elegance.
After a year of dating, I couldn't resist. For her, I ended my previous lifestyle. After two years of trials, we finally got
married. After marriage, Gengshi became completely immersed in the life his wife created. She always came up with what she thought were romantic
things, which often ended in hilarious situations, but we enjoyed them immensely. A stable life and the boss's attention
also contributed to my career. Seven years after graduation (two years after marriage), I was promoted to Deputy
Director of Operations at head office. This change in work, the birth of our child, and the shift in my life priorities caused changes within me as well.
My wife became less romantic, focusing more on our child. Our parents also came to live with us around this time,
and all the previously unrestrained romance had to be curbed.

It was an early summer afternoon, and what was destined to happen finally happened. When I arrived at the company that morning, the sales manager, MP, from branch X
of the group came to report on the progress of the summer campaign.
Branch X manufactures lingerie; it had been established for three years and was now in its growth phase, with high enthusiasm throughout the branch. Therefore, the head office decided in a meeting to have me oversee and supervise this
nationwide promotional campaign. From 9 a.m. until the manager
arrived at , he kept touting how fast their progress was and how good the results were, as if the whole country was waiting to wear
underwear produced by branch X before they could go out. After listening to his hype for two hours, I told the manager that I had to personally visit
the market to see the real situation. I asked him to give me the phone numbers of all the provincial managers (they
are organized by province, and theoretically each province has a manager, followed by city sales representatives). Our
head office is in Guangzhou, and the business volume in Guangzhou doesn't reflect the situation in Guangdong as a whole, so I planned to
visit Zhuhai, Zhongshan, and other places. I called Mr. H, the Guangdong branch manager, to my office and told him to accompany me
to several places that afternoon.

Upon arriving in Zhuhai, we went directly to the largest franchise store in the area to check on the business. We were greeted by the owner's wife. She
introduced as Ms. Q, a very charming middle-aged woman. She looked to be in her early twenties, with a delicate appearance and fair skin.
She wore an apricot-yellow halter dress, the hem of which was above the knee, and silver high heels with heels over 10 centimeters.
Wearing high heels, she was probably around 165cm tall. Her breasts were enormous, probably an F cup. I'm not an expert in this area,
so I can't be sure, but they were definitely large. Her sundress was very low-cut, revealing two dazzling mounds of white flesh. There
seemed to be a tattoo or something similar on her left breast, but it was very low, probably on her breast itself, only showing a tiny bit of red stuff when
she moved more vigorously. Maybe it was a red birthmark, I only
glanced at it casually two or three times, not daring to stare. Old H definitely saw it clearly; from the moment he entered and shook
hands with Miss Q, his eyes never left her body. What a lecherous man! Miss Q's calves were straight and
long, with flawless skin. Her small, white feet were painted with blue nail polish, which looked particularly alluring against the backdrop of a few
silver ribbons. Her hands were very well-maintained; they were truly delicate and boneless,
with silver nail polish and very neatly trimmed. Miss Q struck me as a natural beauty. Her voice was incredibly sweet, and she would
often give me a flirtatious wink. Her laughter was lovely, and she would frequently jiggle her large breasts. I don't know if it was a habit
or intentional, but every time she jiggled, my vision would blur, and I could see nothing but those
two mounds of flesh. To be honest, the hour I spent in her shop was basically a blur of vision and dizziness. I forgot most of what she said,
only that her voice was beautiful. After an hour of talking, it was just past 5 pm, and Miss Q offered to treat us to dinner. Old H, eager to please
, immediately agreed, saying things like, "We still need Miss Q's support, how can we let you treat us? I
'll treat you , so we can all have a good talk." I sensed that "talk" was Old H's real focus. Damn it, this lecherous guy must
be damaging so many company interests! I remained clear-headed; after

all, I had planned to visit two stores today, and I couldn't neglect my duties to accompany Old H to "talk." I
hadn't even said a word, and this lowly provincial manager from a branch office dared to speak up!

I glanced at Old H out of the corner of my eye and told Miss Q that we had another store to visit,
so we could skip dinner. I suggested she talk to Old H more often later. I got up to say goodbye and left. Only then did that idiot Old H realize that I
was the main character, and one of the company's leaders, while he was just a driver! Old H and Miss Q
chased after me all the way to the car. Old H was sweating profusely, and Miss Q kept trying to persuade him to stay. Only Miss W was secretly laughing to herself. I
didn't care about any of that and got in the car, telling Old H to drive quickly. In the car, I didn't respond to Old H's compliments,
only telling him to prioritize the company and not to lose his composure over everything.

This somewhat surprising and infuriating incident was quickly forgotten. Twenty days later, MP
suddenly came to my office and invited me to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the Zhuhai Underwear Festival. This underwear festival was one of their main events that
summer . I had attended the local event in Guangzhou a couple of days ago, and
the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the Zhuhai event was also part of the M&P International Underwear Festival. I gave a perfunctory reply and didn't say anything. I learned about Old
H's dismissal a couple of days ago when I attended
the ribbon-cutting ceremony in Guangzhou. Could it be that MP thinks I'm interested in Ms. Q, and that's why he's upset with the branch office because of Old H's situation, so he's trying to create an opportunity for me to pick up Ms. Q? What kind of logic is that! I was in a bad mood recently because my child
had a fever , so I was giving all my subordinates a hard time, not targeting anyone in particular! MP?
Seriously, do I really think that much? But then I thought about it and it didn't bother me. MP only has such petty thoughts; should I
explain myself to him? Besides, going to check it out is part of my job, and there's a beautiful woman to see, so I'll go! Anyway, tomorrow's my
day off, I'll just work overtime!

I drove to Zhuhai that day and stayed at the Yindu Hotel that night. I had just changed my clothes and was about to go out for something to eat when MP
called, saying the distributor was treating me to a late-night snack and hoped I would come. Since it was just dinner, I agreed.
I saw Ms. MP, Ms. W, and Ms. Q waiting in the lobby. Seeing Ms. Q again, my eyes lit up.
Tonight, Ms. Q was wearing a light blue tulle dress, also a halter top, slit so low in the front almost revealing her navel,
and a backless design. The hem was below her knees, and she wore gold high heels covered in sequins. Her red nail polish stood out against the gold—
not bad at all! Ms. W wore a black suit; she already looked like a Black person, and wearing a black dress at night—what
taste ! The two women standing together made Ms. Q's allure even more striking. After a few pleasantries, we went to a
teahouse by the sea for dinner. We had agreed not to drink, as we had brought three cars, and drinking would be too much trouble. But as soon as we sat down, we opened
a bottle of red wine. Ms. Q sat next to me, constantly urging me to drink. Looking at her captivating attire, the subtle fragrance
mesmerized me. Every time I leaned over to clink glasses or chat with her, I was always mesmerized by her dazzling white flesh.

"Judging from her attire, she definitely wasn't wearing a bra, but I couldn't see her nipples, so I guessed she was wearing nipple covers. Her
flawless white neck, smooth shoulders, and flawless back, and most alluringly, her breasts. They were very
clear from the side, especially her breasts; there was definitely a little angel or something tattooed on her left breast, though only
the , probably Cupid. The red tattoo against her snow-white breasts was incredibly tempting. My penis
was already rock hard, almost bursting out of my pants; my desire was burning fiercely, and under the influence of alcohol, Ms. Q's rosy
face became even more alluring. 'I'm turning into a wolf; I'm going to eat this woman today, no matter what!' I still
couldn't resist the temptation; I'm a normal man after all! The entire table was divided into two camps. I
chatted with Ms. Q, and Mr. M was also chatting intimately with Ms. W. Mr. M's left hand kept reaching under the table;
was he touching Ms. W? No way! He's interested in that kind of thing? Does Mr. M have a special taste?" Or is there some
hidden talent I haven't discovered about W? Whatever! I'm having a good chat here; laying the groundwork for the dirty dealings later is the right thing to do.

Just then, my wife called, and I reported my whereabouts. She warned me not to cheat and said
she'd check up on me that night. After hanging up, I returned to my seat and exchanged a few more pleasantries with Ms. Q. Ms. Q said, "You and your wife
have such a good relationship! She's always on the phone!" It was clearly sarcasm, but what could I say? My
fear intensified, so I quickly made my escape! I told Ms. Q I was a little drunk and wanted to go back to the hotel to sleep. Ms. Q
gave me a flirtatious wink and said, "I didn't expect you to be such a good husband, so afraid of your wife? Oh well,
you ! Go home and rest." Seeing Ms. Q's lack of interest, I really didn't want to leave! But safety first
; this thing, which hadn't even happened yet, couldn't become a cause for destroying family happiness. Thinking about it calmly,
Ms. Q wasn't someone I knew very well, so how could she be so easy to get? It would be strange if I didn't have a purpose! I didn't get to eat the meat,
and I'm already feeling ashamed. Forget it! I

told Miss Q to take a taxi home first, and then I rushed back to the hotel! As soon as I got to the room, I texted my wife to tell her I was at the hotel and gave her the hotel's phone number. Only after sending
the text did I realize I'd acted rashly. Sending those unnecessary texts was just telling my wife I'd done
something wrong, constantly trying to clear my name. It's like I'm trying to hide something obvious! How could I be so stupid!
My intelligence has completely dropped to zero!

The next day, after attending the ribbon-cutting ceremony and having lunch, I hurriedly prepared to head back! My car was still
at the place where
, and I didn't even know where that was! I had no choice but to ask Miss Q to help me get the car. Miss Q readily agreed, driving her Mazda 6 to take me to the restaurant. We chatted idly on the way, but Miss Q
occasionally exuded that alluring charm! No matter how tempting it was, I wasn't considering it now; I just wanted to go home! I said goodbye after getting the car and
sped off.

My phone kept buzzing with text messages on the way, but I didn't have time to check them. When I arrived in Guangzhou, I went to Huangsha to buy seafood. Only after getting off the bus did I
carefully read the messages; they were all from Ms. Q. First,
there were greetings and wishes for my safety, then she said she just found me charming and genuinely hoped to become friends so
we could look after each other and stay in touch. She also said she wasn't a casual woman and was truly
attracted . Although I felt a little satisfied, I knew in my heart, charm? Charm is just ability; she doesn't need
anything. Charm is the most useless thing to say.

One day in August, I stood by the window of my room at the Sanya Yalong Bay Global City Hotel, looking at the distant sea.
I thought back to my recent chats with Ms. Q, the exchanges on QQ and via text messages. I realized that I had more
verbal exchanges with Ms. Q than with my wife—every day for the past three months,
more than when I was pursuing my wife. And it was always Ms. Q who initiated the contact, teasing me. While the language wasn't overly explicit,
the communication was very intimate. I know she used to be a dancer, a KTV hostess in Shenzhen, and
later a dancer in Hong Kong. At 21, she was spotted by a Hong Kong boss who took her as his mistress and brought her to Zhuhai.
She's lived in Zhuhai for seven years. That boss only comes back to Zhuhai for a few days each month. Four years ago, perhaps he got tired of her
, or maybe he was genuinely looking for a better future for her, he left her 500,000 yuan to start a business. After that,
he rarely contacted her, only a few times a year, and now he hasn't come for about six months.

Four years ago, she started a clothing business, but lost more money than she earned. Two years ago, she started an lingerie store,
which finally started to do well. But now the company is expanding too fast, constantly expanding in Zhuhai, and is preparing to support
another distributor in opening a flagship store. She hopes to find a way through the company
to support her in opening a flagship store in Zhuhai. Because she has little capital and no connections, she has virtually no
hope . But she does have her own asset: her body. Q initially hoped to have something happen with Old H.
Although Old H was flirtatious and even physically advances towards her, he didn't dare make any promises, and Q didn't let him
take advantage of her. Later, she learned from Miss W that the decision was mainly between MP and her.
After meeting MP, Q discovered that MP seemed uninterested in her, but highly interested in women of average build, young girls, and virgins.
Having no other choice, she shifted her focus. The way I acted during our first meeting convinced her that I was
very interested in her, and that I was also a vulnerable person. Although she didn't take further
action we at least became friends. She was very frank about her plans. Although
I was a little annoyed by her motives, there's no such thing as a free lunch! I could accept her ideas, especially after we were all
honest with each other . I even felt that Miss Q was someone God had prepared for me.

We had agreed that Ms. Q and I would arrive two days early and then do some sightseeing together before the conference started.
But after I arrived in Sanya, she called to say she had family matters to attend to and would arrive a few days later. What a rip-off! I worked so hard
to create this opportunity, making sure everything was arranged at work and at home, and then she didn't show up. What was I supposed to do for the next two days?! I had to pretend to be
very responsible and start meticulously planning the entire conference schedule and preliminary work. But there was hardly
anything to do; everything was fine in half a day, and I had nothing to do! I might as well go back to my room and look at the sea! So boring!

I saw Ms. Q again the day after the conference started. She looked a little haggard. I
thought she would text me to comfort me and explain why she stood me up. But thinking about it carefully, I didn't
intend to treat her like anything special; I just wanted to sleep with her. Why should I care so much about her?

The conference was very relaxed; only the first day was a boring meeting, the second day was a new product launch—basically an underwear show.
The third day was an order meeting, and the following two days were free time. I was pretending to chat with the branch office manager's wife,
but I was mostly stealing glances at the lingerie models. As a leader, especially in a Chinese company, you have to maintain
a dignified image. You absolutely can't stare at these alluring lingerie shows; you can only steal glances while pretending to be deep in conversation.
Just as I was getting into scanning them, I suddenly saw Q appear opposite the runway, looking at me with a melancholy expression. I just nodded to her
and continued my boring chat with my wife. At the buffet that evening, Ms. Q tried to talk to me several times,
but I just brushed her off and turned to other people. Back in my room that night, my phone rang as soon as I entered.
It was Q calling. I knew it! I'd pretend to be angry and avoid her. The more I avoided her, the more she'd try
to seduce me. Her situation wasn't resolved yet. And she must have encountered a lot of trouble these past few days; otherwise, she
wouldn't have stood me up. She must desperately need someone to confide in, a broad shoulder to lean on! The more anxious you are
, the more composed I become. We'll see how much you try to please me then! It was a petty trick, but it still got q completely under control
!

Miss q started sobbing softly on the phone, "Brother G, you're so heartless! I've been bullied so
badly, and you still ignore me. I miss you so much, and you're so cold-hearted." What was going on? I asked
her, "What's wrong? Did something happen?" q's crying suddenly intensified, her words
broken and fragmented "I... ugh... everyone's bullying me now... nobody cares about me... that damn q (her Hong Kong husband)
bullies me... his dead wife bullies me too... even you bully me..." Then there was only sobbing,
endless sobbing, so heartbroken, so helpless, so... I was completely taken aback by her crying and
quickly asked where she was, saying I'd come find her. q told me she was at the beach, I told her to wait for me, and immediately ran out. When I got to
the beach, there were quite a few people. There were people around a bonfire, singing, drinking, but I couldn't see her! I quickly called her,
and she was still crying when she answered. After asking for a while, she finally said she didn't know where she was; there was a barbed wire fence next to her, and no one around.
Damn it, running so far in the middle of the night! I took off running in that direction. Luckily, I had explored the
surrounding area , otherwise, where would I find her!

I searched for ages before finally spotting a white shadow near the edge of the woods close to the barbed wire fence. I cautiously
approached and called out, "Q, is that you?" The shadow stood up and waved at me. "
Brother G, I'm here!" I quickly ran over, and only when I got closer could I see what it was in the moonlight. It was indeed Q; she was
wearing a white floral island-style outfit (most tourists in Hainan wear this; men wear floral shirts and shorts, and women wear strapless,
off-the-shoulder dresses). As soon as I reached her, she rushed into my arms, playfully punching me with her little fists. "You're so heartless!
You ignored me! You bullied me! I'll kill you!" I held her tightly, gently comforting her, "It's alright
, I'm here now! I'm here for you, lean on me! I can handle anything!"
She sobbed in my arms, wrapping her arms around my waist and holding me tightly. I gently stroked her back with my right hand,
my nose filled with her sweet fragrance. Slowly, she stopped crying, just holding me tightly, rubbing her face against my
shoulder. Her large breasts pressed against my body, rubbing back and forth! So comfortable! Holding a big-breasted
beauty feels so good! After a while, I felt the stimulation was too much, and my little brother was starting to
get hard. I looked around. Where was this weird place? Although there were figures moving in the distance,
this place felt a bit eerie. What if two bad boys came? I'd be in trouble. Although I wasn't afraid, there was no need to invite
trouble!

I cupped her face in my hands, gazed at her with the most sincere eyes, and asked in a gentle voice, "Are you feeling better
?" She gave a soft "Mmm," and her eyes met mine. I then realized how beautiful she was—her
curved eyes, her high, straight nose, and her slightly parted, rosy lips. Before, I had only been attracted to her large breasts and
fair skin, and had never really looked at her face closely (mainly because I hadn't seen her many times, and each time I'd only
paid attention to her chest). I lowered my head and slowly kissed her lips. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around my
neck. That softness, that sweetness, was truly intoxicating! I slowly drew her lower lip into my mouth, gently sucking
. She slightly opened her mouth, her smooth tongue licking my upper lip incessantly. I took the opportunity to suck her beautiful tongue into my mouth
, our tongues swirling together. She kept moving her tongue, continuously transferring her sweet saliva into my
mouth , and rubbing her lips against mine. I released her hands, reaching behind her
to hug her . I gently stroked her buttocks. Such a slender, soft waist, such a firm and elastic bottom. She must have been
lifting her legs to kiss me, her buttocks were desperately trying to lift upwards. This made me caress her, feeling how perky her buttocks
were! Suddenly, she changed tactics, sucking my tongue completely into her mouth. Her head swayed from side to side,
sucking , making smacking sounds. Her right hand also left my neck, roaming over my back and buttocks. It was as if her
passion had been ignited, eagerly needing my caresses. At this moment, my passion was also ignited, my left hand tightly holding
her waist, my right hand frantically kneading her buttocks. My big penis was already erect, pressing against her abdomen, the pressure
was uncomfortable, but also very enjoyable. My penis swayed from side to side with her buttocks, the stimulation causing it to grow larger and larger. We kissed passionately
for about 15 minutes, and I was really starting to pant. This passionate mutual sucking left almost no
room to breathe!

I couldn't take it anymore, I needed more stimulation. He parted his lips, breathing heavily, and tugged at her long skirt with his right hand,
hoping to find her smooth skin beneath. But the flaws of the island dress were obvious: the skirt was too long, reaching...
The skirt was too narrow, and it was difficult to lift it up when two people were huddled together. I let go of her and prepared to pull her
skirt up with all my might, but Q grabbed my hand and whispered, "Someone's coming. It looks like several people are coming together."
I turned my head towards the distant lights and saw three people walking towards us. I couldn't tell if they were men or women, but they all seemed to be huddled
together . What if they were thugs? Although three people might not be afraid, if they were carrying knives or something
, it would be terrible if they got hit a couple of times in the dark. Q was with me; even if I wasn't afraid, Q would be! Let's get out of here!

We were already at the edge of the woods, so we didn't dare go straight through. Instead, we led Q into the woods. Behind the coconut palms was some
kind of dense forest, about a person tall. We walked back through the woods. Q clung tightly to my
side , her hands gripping my arm. I whispered to her, "It's okay, everyone said I'm here. Even 30 men, let alone three,
might not be able to take me down. Don't be afraid, I'll protect you." Q pressed her large breasts against my arm and whispered back, "Do
n't mess with them! Let's be careful and get back quickly." She still sounded very scared. The three men stopped
a few dozen meters . Their voices carried over, and it seemed one of them was speaking, and
it sounded like one of them was speaking English. We slowly walked over and stopped a dozen meters away.
We finally understood the situation: two men and one woman. One of the men was a foreigner, and judging from his accent, he spoke American English. The two men
were groping the woman, and she seemed to be enjoying it, her hands constantly caressing the two men.
Could it be the legendary outdoor threesome? Heavens above! Earth below! I've witnessed such a wonderful thing! I immediately
hugged Q and whispered in her ear, "They don't seem to be robbers." Q lightly slapped me, her breath sweet as orchids in my ear
, "Let's go! Don't ruin their plans." I hugged her tighter and lightly kissed her earlobe, "Don't rush off, the show's about
to begin, watch this outdoor 3P." Q pinched my ribs and whispered in my ear, "You're so naughty! Why are you so excited when they're
having sex ?" I whispered, "How do you know it's sex? What if they're just doing calisthenics?
Disgusting!" Q pinched me a few more times, and I groped her all I wanted. Then, as Q dodged, she let out
a Luckily, I reacted quickly, immediately grabbing her and squatting down, covering her mouth with my right hand. But the three men
were even louder, and the woman was already moaning seductively. None of the three paid any attention to us. What a close call, I almost
stumbled upon something good! I whispered a warning to Q, "Keep your voice down, or they might hear you and take you to a foursome!" Q removed
my hand from her mouth and whispered in my ear, "They're going to take me to a foursome, aren't you going to save me?" Her seductive
voice made me tremble involuntarily, and I moved my left hand, which was holding her, to her alluring breasts.
I chuckled softly and said, "You're the one who provoked them to a foursome. If I save you, you'll resent me for the rest of your life." Q's little fist
punched my leg, and she whispered, "You're so annoying." I made Q squat in my lap, and I hugged her from behind, my
left hand touching Q's breasts, and my right hand running down to Q's buttocks, kneading them.

The three men over there had already gotten to the point, and one of the tall men (who sounded like a foreigner) had already
taken off the woman's bra. The woman's breasts were so small—yes, the kind of small, flat
breasts but the nipples were huge; even from 10 meters away, you could see two large black nipples in the moonlight. The tall man stroked them a couple of
times with both hands, probably without feeling anything, and then kissed her. The short man continued to kiss the
woman kneading her buttocks. Soon, the woman's body began to tremble. The tall man changed positions, squatting down and
cupping the woman's buttocks to kiss her. The short man turned to face her, kissing her while his left hand groped her breasts, and his right hand
went inside her panties, finding the source of her pleasure and starting to stimulate her. The woman made "Mmm...mmm...
oh" sounds. The short man intensified his right hand's movements, and the woman's waist and buttocks twisted desperately. The tall man behind her seemed
to be stimulated as well, licking the woman's buttocks with splashing sounds, his hands constantly slapping her buttocks.
With each slapping sound, the woman's moans grew longer, "Oh oh oh ah ah," as her hands slid down from the short man's
body and slipped inside his shorts. One hand was constantly stroking him, while the other wrapped around
his neck.

Q, in my arms, seemed to be stimulated as well—visual stimulation and the stimulation from my hands. Q's breathing
quickened, and her body began to tremble slightly. Q's hands pressed against her legs, and I felt her slowly sliding downwards.
Soon, Q was kneeling on the ground with her legs spread wide. I sat down beside her, clamping my legs around her, my penis pressing against
her buttocks. My right hand slipped under her ribs, and both hands grasped and kneaded her breasts. Q's breasts were so soft! But
the underwire under her bra was a bit rough, and the pleats on the front of her bra severely affected the feel.

The short man had already taken off his shorts and underwear, pulling the woman's head and demanding oral sex. Perhaps due to
the terrain , or perhaps because the sand was too soft, the woman couldn't perform oral sex effectively. The shorter man said to the taller man in English,
"Go over there." The taller man stood up and carried the woman from behind towards the woods. The woman's legs were off the ground,
kicking and laughing. They walked until they were about 4-5 meters from the edge of the woods before the taller man put her down.
He pulled down the woman's underwear (it seemed to be swimsuit underwear, but I couldn't see the style clearly) and
knelt behind her to perform oral sex. While performing oral sex, he pulled the woman's underwear off her legs. The shorter man masturbated with his left hand
, held the woman's head upright with his right hand, and then inserted his penis into her mouth. The woman swayed back and forth
, diligently performing oral sex on the shorter man, swallowing his entire penis each time. This went on for a few minutes.
The short man shouted, "Allen, come on, let's get this bitch to give us oral sex!" The tall
man stood in front of the woman, pulled down his shorts, and although it wasn't very clear, his penis was huge.
The woman started stroking his penis with her right hand, her hand only able to grasp about a third of it. The tall man
slapped her buttocks, making her squat down. The woman obediently squatted down, grabbing both penises with both hands and stroking them. In
comparison , the short man's penis was only slightly more than half the size of the tall man's, and the woman could easily grab it.
The woman's hands moved quickly, her tongue constantly licking both penises.

I finally found the secret to winning with the island outfit. I pulled Q's skirt straps down to my arms and
inserted my hands from above. Finally, I had a pair of beautiful breasts in my hands. Q's breasts were really soft. I've touched many women's breasts,
but Q's were the softest, and unlike many thin women's, they weren't flat. q's breasts are full and firm;
one hand definitely can't grasp them all. Her nipples are very small, only about the size of a little fingertip; you might not even notice them unless you touch them carefully.
She would miss the existence of her nipples. Under my ravaging hands, Q's nipples became very hard, and she let out a very soft
moan. Her back was against my crotch, letting me do as I pleased! I wanted to kiss Q, but my mouth could only reach
the top of her head, so I simply kissed her hair.

At this moment, something unexpected happened, and I was stunned. Q also stopped moaning. Because the two men who were being given oral sex by
the woman started to kiss passionately. The two big men kissed passionately, making soft moaning sounds,
and their hands explored each other's bodies. The tall man even put his right hand behind the short man's buttocks, as if
he was inserting his fingers into the short man's anus. The moment his fingers entered, the short man actually let out a moan
"Ah!" The woman seemed to care about all of this, and just kept performing oral sex on the two men.

So many things happened today. It was the first time I saw a threesome, the first time I saw a threesome in the wild, the first
time I saw two men kissing, and the first time I saw one man touching another man's anus. I felt something stuck in my throat
, and my anus inexplicably tightened. The passion from before had subsided considerably, even
the movements of my hands slowed down. Q's eyes widened, and she gripped my thighs tightly, frozen for several seconds. I
looked down at Q's expression, trying to make eye contact with her, but I saw a flash of surprise in her eyes, which immediately
turned into fervor. Could Q have this kind of hobby? That makes sense; I really enjoy watching lesbians having sex. Q is a woman, so maybe she likes
this too. I nudged Q with my penis, and she looked up at me, her desire seemingly burning brightly.
Q winked at me with her left eye, then focused intently on the three people in front of her. I wanted to remind Q that
I might not enjoy watching this, but seeing how enthusiastic she was, I could only let her be. Consider
it broadening my horizons; I'll just have to bear the disgust!

The tall man's fingers began rapidly thrusting in and out of the short man's anus, while the short man gripped and
stroked the tall man's penis. The woman relentlessly attacked the short man's penis, stroking it with one hand and kneading his scrotum with the other, her mouth constantly sucking.
The short man's moans began to change, "Oh oh oh," the sounds growing increasingly shrill. The tall man paused
his right hand , seemingly inserting more fingers into the short man's anus. As the movements intensified, the short man's body began
to tremble. The woman, perhaps sensing something, grabbed the short man's buttocks with both hands and forcefully thrust deep into his throat. The short man
tensed, his hands tightly gripping the woman's head, his penis deeply inserted into her mouth, and he began to ejaculate.
The woman swallowed all the semen, cleaned the short man's penis with her tongue, and then performed oral sex on the tall man's penis.
The short man, seemingly exhausted, squatted on the ground. The tall man, still holding the woman's head with both hands, began thrusting. A dozen
minutes later, the tall man made the woman stand up, supporting herself on the short man's body with her hands, raising her buttocks high. The tall man then inserted his
extremely long and thick penis into the woman's body. With each deeper thrust from behind, the woman let out a loud moan.

My interest was rekindled; my hands, kneading Q's breasts, felt her body temperature rise. Q began to
rhythmically tighten her legs, her hands reaching back, slipping through my shorts to caress my
penis. I decided to change tactics; seeing Q so aroused, I had to give her more stimulation. I held Q horizontally
in my arms, her back against my legs, her legs bent and resting on her right. I bent my left leg and placed my right leg flat,
allowing me to attack Q's lower body. Q remained pressed against her front, while my eyes were fixed on her body.
I put my left arm around Q's shoulder and my right hand pulled her skirt up to her lower abdomen,
revealing . I lovingly stroked Q's long legs; they were so smooth and tender. My right hand slowly moved upwards, and when my fingers touched Q's
vulva, her whole body trembled. Q's panties were so alluring; they were dark-colored fishnet stockings. A
small piece of fabric covered her vulva, and that fabric was completely soaked, with fluid flowing down Q's legs. I didn't expect
Q to be so wet! Even with her panties soaked, fluid was still flowing out—how much water must she have? My two fingers rubbed Q's
vulva , and Q's moans rose again. Although she tried to hold back, a few alluring, vibrant moans still reached
my ears.

I looked up at the scene of the intense battle. The tall man was still thrusting, while the short man had recovered and was kissing the woman
. Perhaps the short man wasn't satisfied with the kiss, so he stood up and asked the woman to continue giving him oral sex. The woman gave him oral sex forcefully,
as if she wanted to swallow the short man's penis whole. The tall man, seeing the short man's penis harden again, called out,
"Come on, fuck this bitch!" The short man went behind the woman, made her kneel and crawl on the ground, sticking
her buttocks up as high as possible, and then penetrated her from behind. The tall man stood aside, stroking his penis as if admiring it,
then turned around and went behind the short man, starting to insert his fingers into the short man
's anus. He also spat on the short man's buttocks from time to time, then used his fingers to push the saliva into the short man's anus.

What is this? No way? Could I really see something so extreme today? I was a little afraid to watch, focusing all
my energy on the scene. I looked at the woman's vulva with affection
, and saw that it was smooth, without any pubic hair, as smooth as a newborn baby's. A white tiger! A top-quality woman! I lovingly
stroked her vulva, from her navel to her anus, there was no hair at all, and it felt extremely smooth. I was completely captivated
by its smoothness! Q's vulva was incredibly beautiful, her labia completely closed, with only a beautiful slit in the middle.
It felt like a vulva only a teenage girl could possess. Suddenly, a loud cry
interrupted my admiration, and I looked up.

The tall man had indeed inserted his penis into the short man's anus, all the way in, his pubic hair pressing firmly against the short
man's anus. The cry must have come from the short man; he was being penetrated and began to moan loudly. I couldn't
understand what he was saying, just random screams. As the tall man forcefully thrust into the short man's anus, the short man
also relentlessly pounded into the woman in front of him, and the woman, under this impact, began to let out sharp cries. The tall
man's speed increased, and the cries of the two in front grew louder and louder.

I looked down at Q's expression closely; her eyes gleamed with a beastly light, and I felt that Q's passion
had been completely aroused. Q pressed her hands tightly against her mouth, her vulva thrusting vigorously against my hands. I inserted my middle finger into Q's vagina at the opportune moment
; the tight, constricting feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.
The instant my finger entered, Q let out a low growl, a soft "woo," though the moan wasn't loud; it was mainly the other two people moaning
too loudly. I began to thrust my finger in and out faster, bending my middle finger to try and find Q's G-spot. With each
movement , Q's throat emitted continuous "woo, woo" sounds, which seemed to rise in intensity. I was afraid Q would cry out loudly...
I pressed down on q's hands with my left hand, which significantly reduced the sound. The thrusting of my right middle finger seemed unable to increase q's
moans, so I inserted my index and middle fingers together. I bent both fingers and spread them apart, searching for the source of q's
climax . Finally, my index finger found a spot; q's whole body tensed, her legs straightened, and her eyes closed. I
knew I had found it. I pressed my two fingers together...

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