【Goddess Anchor - Wu Yushu】(04)

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Of course, this was also for transactions even more secretive than those that couldn't be made public. The private rooms in this upscale pub were practically
protected to national defense standards; outsiders couldn't easily enter. They were more fortified than any vault in the world, with
top-notch soundproofing. You could say that only a comet hitting the Earth outside would
make a sound inside.
However, tonight's focus wasn't on the transactions inside the private room, but on a table outside. A 　　man in his thirties, wearing
black-rimmed glasses, a neatly slicked-back hairstyle, a white t-shirt under a royal blue suit jacket, jeans, and brand-new white shoes, ordered a 　　cocktail. 　　At the same table was a middle-aged man with a buzz cut, wearing a red polo shirt and black casual 　　trousers, his black leather shoes so shiny they could almost be used as mirrors. This middle-aged man 　　was probably over 45, and his face gave off a strangely unconventional vibe. He ordered a beer 　　. 　　"Really? Dean?" the middle-aged man asked. 　　"Of course, Mr. Huang, as long as you have the money, it's a small matter," 　　Dean said with a smile. 　　"Then how much do you want?" Mr. Huang asked. 　　Dean took out an iPad from his shoulder bag and handed it to Mr. Huang. A price list was displayed on the screen. 　　Mr. Huang looked at it very carefully. After reading it, he looked up and asked, "Dean, I've given you so 　　much support since you entered this industry. Can't you really lower the price a little?" " 　　Okay, Mr. Huang, how about this? I have indeed received a lot of help from you. Next month, her clothes 　　will be provided for free, and the price will be 20% off. Deal?" 　　Mr. Huang calculated for a moment, nodded, and replied in not-so-standard English, "Deal." 　　Dean smiled, took back the bottle, raised his cocktail shaker, and toasted with Mr. Huang. 　　Boss Huang took a sip of beer and asked, "When is it?" 　　"Not too long. I saw his schedule, I'll let you know," Dean said, swiping out a 　　picture—a model's photo. Dean added, "As soon as you see 'this schedule,' Boss Huang, 　　that's when you can come." 　　Boss Huang's eyes lit up instantly upon seeing the picture, and a lewd smile spread across his face. "Dean, 　　I knew you were a promising young man, so knowledgeable about my taste. Next month I'll definitely give you the best, 　　and I'll extend that for another half month. And today's everything's on me!" 　　"Very good, Boss Huang, just you wait!" Dean said, taking another sip of his strong 　　cocktail. 　　In a room lit only by a small nightlight, the sounds of sucking echoed. A 　　woman with a high ponytail was kneeling between a man's spread legs, her right hand grasping his reddened penis. Her 　　bright red lips enveloped the glans, then suddenly dipped down, reaching the bottom before slowly rising again. 　　Under the nightlight, it was hard not to notice her smooth, full, and perfectly curved peach-shaped buttocks. 　　The sucking didn't stop, and even when it did, the scene was even more arousing. Her red tongue either swirled and wrapped 　　around the reddened penis, or licked from the base to the glans, or slid down from the glans. Sometimes, 　　a "pop" could be heard as her bright red lips kissed the reddened glans or shaft. 　　"Hey Yu Shu, your oral skills have improved again," 　　Wu Yu Shu looked up at the man, her husband. 　　"You never used to swear, and you rarely swear after we got together, but now you're swearing so well. Looks like you've finally figured it out. 　　" 　　Wu Yushu spat out her husband's penis, sat up, and glared at him. "You're always talking 　　nonsense!" 　　"You really can't learn! My beautiful and charming wife, your eye-rolling is unbearable!" 　　After saying that, Wu Yushu's husband suddenly got up, pushed Wu Yushu down on the bed, and kissed her eyes 　　. "I heard that Chen Haiyin hates it when you roll your eyes like that, and you still insist on doing it. Have you forgotten 　　what you told me before?" 　　"What did I tell you?" Wu Yushu asked, feigning arrogance. 　　"Fine, since you want it this way, fine, I'll make all the netizens hate me to death. I'll 　　fuck their goddess until she goes crazy, make her scream for only me! Make her become the 　　sex slave of the King of Dicks!" 　　After saying that, Wu Yushu's husband stuffed his reddened penis into Wu Yushu's flower hole. 　　"How is it? How is it? How do you feel now?" 　　"Oh oh oh oh oh... Uh oh oh oh... It hurts so much... Uh oh oh oh my god... 　　No, no, it hurts so much... Too hard, too hard... Oh oh oh oh..." 　　"Really? You've made love with me so many times, does it still hurt?" 　　"Uh oh oh oh oh no, no, no, it's hitting the spot, hitting the spot... Oh oh oh oh... It's too big, too big 　　... Ah oh oh oh oh... I can't take it, I can't take it... I'm going to come, I'm going to come..." 　　"Coming so soon? My good wife, this won't do!" 　　As he spoke, Wu Yushu's husband suddenly stopped thrusting. Wu Yushu lay on the bed, panting heavily, 　　her face showing a coquettish expression completely different from the professional expression on the screen: "Why did you stop? I want more..." 　　"Doesn't it hurt? Like this." As he spoke, Wu Yushu's husband suddenly thrust deeply, and Wu Yushu instantly...

She cried out, "Ahhhhhh, it's all the way in! Ahhhhh, husband, husband... Yu Shu, Yu Shu, does it
hurt? Ahhhhh, give it to me, give it to me! Ahhhhh..."
"Then let me make you feel good!"
Wu Yu Shu's husband grabbed her thighs and began thrusting into her at a 15-degree angle. Wu Yu
Shu's lower body was slightly suspended in the air, her B-cup breasts swaying slightly from the impact of his penis
. Wu Yu Shu gripped the mattress, her chin raised high, her mouth wide open, revealing her teeth.
"Ohhhhhhh... Husband, husband, Yu Shu, Yu Shu, it feels so good... Ohhh...
It feels so good... It feels so good... It feels so good to be fucked by my husband..."
"It feels so good, huh? Then I'll make it even better! Let's see how serious you can be, you fake goddess anchor
!"
After saying that, Wu Yu Shu's husband put down Wu Yu Shu's thighs, and instead hugged Wu Yu Shu's slender waist. With a strong
lift, he picked Wu Yu Shu up, and then lay back, letting Wu Yu Shu sit on his penis, with her
hands supporting her knees. Wu Yu Shu's husband thrust upwards with all his might.
"
Ah
...

"No, no, no... Ugh... Yu Shu, Yu Shu, I'm really going to come... I'm going to die
... I'm going to be fucked so hard... No, no, no, no... My flower is being fucked so hard... Ugh, I can't take it anymore
..."
Wu Yu Shu's husband thrust hard, making Wu Yu Shu stand up, in a squatting stance
, and her juices flowed out, spraying her husband's belly.
However, Wu Yu Shu's mind was perfectly clear. All this was thanks to the little pills her boss had given her a few days ago.
Her boss had given them to prevent Wu Yu Shu from giving herself away while he was away on assignment. After all, after
having sex with a man like her boss, the title of "King of Penis" was just an empty shell. Not to mention, after experiencing two
"Red Bed Conferences," Wu Yu Shu's current demands for sex were beyond what that little girl could have
imagined.
The pills put Wu Yushu in a state of sexual arousal, allowing her to satisfy
her needs even with a low supply. However, despite being fully conscious, Wu Yushu became increasingly dissatisfied with this sexual encounter.
In the past, when had Wu Yushu ever taken the initiative in bed? Helpless, Wu Yushu
could only hope that the man before her could give her pleasure in other ways, such as verbal provocation. 　　"I'll fuck
you to death! I'll fuck you to 　　a pulp ! You're always so serious 　　in front of others, but in front of me you're a complete slut 　　!" "Oh, oh ... 　　"With breasts this small, you dared to squeeze them in front of me before! Probably only your 'little brother,' Zhang Jiaru, can 　　compare in size!" 　　"Ugh, ugh, husband, it feels so good... Oh, oh, oh, husband, Shushu is going to come 　　... Help me, help me... Ugh... Playing with my breasts like this is too much for me..." 　　"Then show me your orgasm!" 　　Wu Yushu was glaring at her husband inwardly, thinking, "With such little skill, you dare to make me orgasm in front of you! If 　　Daddy wasn't here, I wouldn't be able to go home tonight!" 　　"I heard you got a really tough schedule lately, you must be so lonely at the company! I'll let you 　　have some fun right here! Otherwise, I bet you'll be begging to be fucked in the studio!" 　　After saying that, Wu Yushu's husband increased his strength again, and his breathing became louder and louder. Wu Yushu's husband 　　also felt amazing. In his memory, although Wu Yushu was a top-notch woman and very durable, she had never been like 　　this before. She kept saying she wanted to go, but she kept getting fucked, and her vagina was stimulating his penis more and more. 　　"Tomorrow... tomorrow ahhh I want to broadcast at 11 o'clock... ugh umm husband, husband, you don't have to wait for me 　　... go to sleep first if you want to... ugh umm I'll find a place to stay near the company... oh oh umm... 　　" 　　Hearing Wu Yushu's words, Wu Yushu's husband couldn't help but chuckle to himself, but on the surface, he 　　pinched Wu Yushu's breast hard, making Wu Yushu scream. 　　"You live outside by yourself! Fine! Then watch how I fuck you tonight! Anyway, your belly!" 　　With that, Wu Yushu's husband began to thrust wildly. Wu Yushu's moans sounded like they came from the bottom of her heart: 　　"Ah ah ah ah oh oh en hmph oh oh hmph... So good, so good, husband, husband, oh oh oh oh... fuck Yushu to death, fuck Yushu to death 　　... Oh oh hmph, I'm going to come, I'm going to come... Ah oh hmph, I'm coming..." 　　Wu Yushu's husband was about to continue thrusting into Wu Yushu's flower hole, but he didn't expect that Wu Yushu was already tired, 　　even a little disgusted. The muscles inside her flower hole tightened, gripping his penis tightly. His penis was easily defeated, and 　　a few drops of semen spurted out. Wu Yushu's husband realized that what could have been several rounds had all been ejaculated in this one round 　　. 　　The next day, Wu Yushu sat at his desk, glancing back and forth between documents and the computer screen. 　　Chen Ying, who usually chatted with him, was absent. Wearing headphones, Wu Yushu felt like he was in his own world. 　　After some time, Wu Yushu felt someone tap his shoulder. He took off his headphones and 　　turned around. It was Jiang Xinmei. Wu Yushu gave a slight smile: "What's wrong, Xinmei?" 　　"Sister Shuli said that neither she nor Sister Ying were here, and she wanted me to come and talk to you. Sister Shuli said that if I didn't 　　do this, Sister, you wouldn't know the time," Jiang Xinmei said, her eyes slightly unfocused.

Wu Yushu patted Jiang Xinmei's hand: "Xinmei, am I that scary? Talking to me might
make you more nervous than interviewing the curator."
"No, no, that's not true."
"Then why are you always floating? Is there something on my face?"
"No, no, no, sister, I just... I just think you usually..."
"Okay, okay, I know. Sister Shuli and Chen Ying always say that about me. When they come back, I definitely
won't let them off the hook. By the way, Xinmei, where can we buy late-night snacks around here? I see you know a lot
about food." Wu Yushu pulled up a chair for Jiang Xinmei to sit down.
"Why do you suddenly want to eat late-night snacks today, sister?" Jiang Xinmei relaxed a little and asked.
"It's because of that annoying devilish schedule, it put me until eleven o'clock." Wu Yushu shrugged helplessly and
said.
"Eleven o'clock! Sister, you're kidding! With your experience..." Jiang Xinmei said in surprise.
"Xinmei, I just debuted a little early, how come you say I'm really old?"
Wu Yushu said with a smile.
Jiang Xinmei blushed immediately at Wu Yushu's comment, her round, snow-white cheeks as
alluring as an apple. She lowered her head, twisting her fingers, unsure how to respond.
Wu Yushu simply pinched Jiang Xinmei's cheek between her thumb and little finger, laughing, "Just kidding
!"
Jiang Xinmei suddenly realized, and a burst of laughter followed. It was Jian Lizhe: "Yushu, you're
Xinmei's senior, don't tease her like that!"
"Yes, yes, Sister Lizhe," Wu Yushu replied with a smile.
After Jian Lizhe sat down, he said, "But when it comes to reporting the weather, none of us are as professional as Xinmei
. She was trained by Shuli herself."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xinmei lowered her head even further. Wu Yushu rolled her eyes at Jian Lizhe: "I think you shouldn't be
trying to make fun of Xinmei right away. If you keep doing that, I'll have a headache about what to eat for supper."
"You mean your husband doesn't have any objections?" Jian Lizhe asked.
"What objections could he have? He knows the company is the company, and rules are rules. Back
when we were rookies, we wouldn't mind not eating or sleeping for three days to cover a news story."
"That's true, Xinmei. For Yushu's supper, you'd better recommend something high in calories and lots of fat,"
Jian Lizhe said with a smile.
"Why?" Jiang Xinmei asked directly.
"Oh my god!" Wu Yushu exclaimed inwardly.
"Didn't you see how thin your sister Yu Shu has become? Are you just going to let her stay perfect like this forever?" Jian
Lizhe said with a smile, poking Wu Yu Shu's waist.
"Sister, I seriously think you should go back to your position, shouldn't you?" Wu Yu Shu said helplessly.
"Don't worry, I'll leave when it's my turn. But I'm still worried about my senior Xin Mei Qi Xiang
suffering here!"
Wu Yu Shu glared at Jian Lizhe, but couldn't hide her faint smile.
On the other side of the office, Chen Haiyin was chatting with Wang Jiawan. Wang Jiawan asked, "Hainin,
are you doing anything for Halloween?"
"I don't think there's anything special. Halloween isn't something for people my age to do," Chen Haiyin
shrugged.
"But I heard there's going to be an event, and it's even using the latest technology. I thought you'd go,"
Chen Haiyin tapped her temple lightly with her left index finger. "That sounds pretty appealing. Although I
'm not a tech enthusiast, I still like novel things."
"And I heard it's a cross-industry collaboration!"
Han Peiying said as she walked over. Chen Haiyin looked at Han Peiying. "You know that too?"
"Of course. As my older sister's advisor, I have to find out about these things, even though I know you probably
won't go. After all, you already received the invitation yesterday, didn't you?"
Han Peiying smiled meaningfully, and Chen Haiyin's cheeks flushed. "Why are you like that, Peiying?"
"I'm not as lucky as you are," Han Peiying said, leaning back in her chair, crossing her arms behind her neck, and
exhaling at the ceiling. "Unlike you, I have to earn everything I want."
"Hey Peiying, I heard the higher-ups are planning to groom you. Give it your all, maybe you'll have
your own spot soon," Chen Haiyin said. Han Peiying smiled but didn't answer, her dark eyes darting around.
Chen Haiyin, a seasoned professional, showed no reaction whatsoever, which puzzled Han Peiying: "Does she genuinely believe
me? Or is she deliberately ignoring me?"
The time for the broadcast finally arrived. Wu Yushu entered the dressing room and saw Dean dressed in a black fitted
shirt and gray trousers, his hands in his pockets. Seeing Wu Yushu approach, Dean adjusted
his black-rimmed glasses: "Yushu, the anchor I look forward to every day."
Wu Yushu smiled slightly. He didn't particularly like Dean; he always felt this person was complex,
but he didn't know if this complexity was good or bad.
Dean added, "The clothes are already inside, please
make a measurement, my venus."
He even used an exaggerated expression with the last word, "dean." Wu Yushu simply nodded and went into
the dressing room. However, as soon as she entered, Wu Yushu frowned, thinking, "Will this be acceptable?"
But Wu Yushu wasn't new to the anchor desk; she'd seen it all. She
slowly took off her white top, revealing a rose-patterned bra that covered her 32B breasts. Then
she took off her light blue jeans, revealing a pair of legs even more sculpted than a supermodel's. The matching rose-patterned
panties looked particularly beautiful between Wu Yushu's legs.
Wu Yushu looked at herself in the mirror, wondering, "I wonder
what he'll think when he sees my broadcast outfit today?" Thinking this, she picked up a white satin three-quarter sleeve collared blouse hanging nearby.
A thin black thread was tied around the elbows, below which were flared, ruffled sleeves,
greatly enhancing Wu Yushu's femininity. However, what puzzled Wu Yushu was the neckline—it was a deep V-neck.
Thinking to herself, "If my breasts were any bigger, my cleavage would be showing. Luckily, he didn't choose this outfit,
otherwise it definitely wouldn't work."
Wearing a short black leather skirt, and knowing her own shortcomings about her legs,
Wu Yushu deliberately pulled it up even higher, practically so high that the hemline was less than ten centimeters below her shapely buttocks
, revealing a large portion of her thighs.
After putting on black high heels, Wu Yushu looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but feel shy, thinking,
"Is this really for reporting the news? I don't only have one or two segments today!"
However, Wu Yushu also knew that this wasn't the first time she'd felt embarrassed wearing a news uniform;
that previous fitted dress was still her boss's favorite topic of conversation.
Wu Yushu pulled back the curtain, and Dean exclaimed, "Wow!"
"What's wrong?" Wu Yushu asked.
"Incredibly beautiful! You're absolutely gorgeous! Yu Shu, you're truly my goddess!"
Dean exclaimed exaggeratedly.
"I mean, Dean, is it really okay to open it so low?" Wu Yu Shu ignored Dean
's praise and asked directly.
"Wow, no problem. This piece of cake, let Dean handle
it."
Dean said, turning around to grab a necklace and a pair of earrings. "Add these and try it on."
After Wu Yushu put on the earrings and necklace, Dean became flamboyant again: "Perfect
! Wonderful! 100 points!"
Dean clapped his hands as he spoke. Wu Yushu looked at himself in the mirror and thought, "It's passable
, but I'm sure my fans will be imagining things tonight."
"Finally, here's the thing Dean hates the most: the rat-shit microphone that ruined this masterpiece."
With that, Dean handed the microphone to Wu Yushu, who tucked it into the right side of her collar.
"Thank you, Dean!"
"Wow, serving the goddess, it's my pleasure."
Wu Yushu nodded and left the dressing room. After Wu Yushu left, Dean's expression suddenly
changed. He made a phone call, hung up, sat down, crossed his legs, and muttered to himself,
"Sit back, relax,
and enjoy the show."
The scene shifted to another location: familiar buildings, familiar elevators, familiar doors, familiar doorbells,
and a familiar voice: "Finally here."
"I thought you would hug me first,"
Han Peiying smiled and looked up at the "Diao Wang," Wu Yushu's husband.
"The walls have eyes," Wu Yushu's husband patted the wall and said.
"May I come in?"
"Please come in."
After Han Peiying entered, Wu Yushu's husband said, "I received a particularly large bag of abalone yesterday, but it's not cooked yet."
"You received it yesterday, and you've already eaten almost all of it?" Han Peiying glanced at Wu Yushu's husband.
"Don't worry, no matter how much he eats, he can't get anything out of it. You might be able to get a C-cup."
Han Peiying put her bag on the sofa, crossed her legs, and turned on the TV. The TV was showing Wu
Yushu's news broadcast. Han Peiying thought, "Wu Yushu, did you see this? You're working, and what am I doing?"
Han Peiying kept changing channels until she saw a baseball game. She looked at the pitcher on the mound,
becoming increasingly focused, but the images in her mind were becoming less and less like the images on the TV.
Wu Yushu's husband finally cooked dinner, seafood noodle soup. The two sat on the sofa, watching the game
while eating dinner.
After dinner, Han Peiying lifted her legs and placed them on Wu Yushu's husband's lap,
who gently massaged them as if they were precious treasures.
"It's strange, though. Chen Ying isn't here, so why is the shift schedule like this?" Han Peiying
asked.
"Don't you like it?" Wu Yushu's husband asked.
"It's not that I don't like it, it just feels a bit off. If it's arranged like this, why hasn't Sister Haiyin
come down to help?"
"Probably some instructions from above. After all, Chen Haiyin was also acquired through an exchange; her value is different. Dongsen,
while not as perplexing as Zhongtian, is still strange about some things."
"Like what?"
"Sometimes, you can still sense that the people at ETTV are getting old. Look at
NextTV or SETTV, their recent offerings are quite good, and they even have special
ways to attract attention during holidays. Although ETTV was once hailed as the garden of the news industry, you get tired of the same old garden after a while.
The people at the top are really stupid, they don't even understand this, they're even weaker than CTS, one of the three old channels. CTS
even had Fang Yeh-han dressed like a prostitute for Christmas, not to mention during the Lunar New Year, one Fang Yeh-han wasn't enough,
they added Song Yan-min too, they could practically sell themselves as prostitutes. On the other hand, ETTV is completely old-fashioned, it
can't even compare to CTiTV, it's rotten to the core. I think CTiTV's future is better than ETTV's."
Han Pei-ying smiled and said, "But ETTV has changed owners several times."
"So what? One after another, they're all people who don't understand the market, the audience, or
how to adapt. Isn't adapting to market and audience demands what we should really be doing? Just telling
the audience our news is great, oh, and then what? So what? People who actually watch the news don't watch
news channels at all. And who actually watches news channels? Aside from the elderly, aren't
they only watching for a particular news story or a particular anchor? They keep the anchors confined to small boxes, spouting irrelevant
information, horoscopes, and fortunes—how many of them actually watch that? And yet, one boss after another
changes, and no one seems willing to change. They haven't grasped the reality: the audience wants to see the anchor,
the anchor on stage for their imagination, not just words. Excuse me, I'm not objectifying women."
"I'm just telling the truth. If I were the boss, I would definitely remove all of that. Two-thirds of the time
would be spent with the anchors standing, and one-third sitting. And ideally, we could see their lower bodies. That would absolutely drastically
increase ratings or viewership."
"But I feel that ETTV is doing a pretty good job managing its anchors," Han Pei-ying said.
"Management? Pretty good? Come on, how many anchors at ETTV actually do live streams? You can count them on one hand.
Some people even have to beg and plead three or four times before they'll open a fan page. They could be improving the company's image or
its strength, but they just won't. Is that what you call managing anchors? If they were, they would have all opened them by now, okay?
And the interaction with fans absolutely can't be so cold. Even if they don't do live streams, they should at least respond to fan comments. Tell me,
what kind of management is that? It's just laissez-faire. ETTV is indeed a garden city now, but..." Many talented people leave for other
places. Why? Because they don't receive rewards? It seems like talent is allowed to leave as it pleases, as if having more people
doesn't matter. One day the new ones leave, and the older ones get old, isn't that just like Zhongtian now? They
can't keep up at all. In my opinion, it's best to let the anchors know that there's a future at Dongsen. Otherwise, even if
you can get a lot of sponsorships or advertising endorsements at Dongsen, it doesn't matter if you don't have a formal endorsement. Let me tell
you, some people's sports shoe base... Basically, you don't even need to spend any money to get the first batch of goods. Just pick a pair,
send a link, and the day they arrive is the day you can post about them. Even without an endorsement, just the label
is enough to make those die-hard fans flock to buy them like crazy, just to wear the same shoes as the streamer
. Now, not only the shoes, but money will come knocking. But then the higher-ups say they want to maintain a neutral
image? What the hell is a neutral image? I'm not going to back down! What are you going to do about it? "!"
Han Peiying patted Wu Yushu's husband on the shoulder: "You really have a lot of complaints, you angry young man."
Wu Yushu's husband smiled: "I can't help it, seeing you makes me angry no matter what."
Han Peiying slapped Wu Yushu's husband's hand: "Could you get my bag for me?"
At the same time, in the dressing room of Dongsen News, a familiar figure who shouldn't be there appeared.
Dean, who was inside, looked up: "There you are, Boss Huang."
Boss Huang was full of excitement and asked: "Really?"
"Boss Huang, aren't you very familiar with Chen Haiyin?" Dean said as he stood up, walked to the dressing room, and pushed
the mirror inward, revealing a small secret room inside.
The two entered the secret room, which was simply furnished. The air and aromatherapy were naturally excellent. Inside, there was a
white chaise lounge and a regular double bed with a red bedspread. On the wall was an 80-inch
screen. Dean said, "Although it's short, it's 100% original audio and video, 360
degrees for Mr. Huang to choose from. Of course, if you want to see something else, you know what to do. Everything in the refrigerator
is provided free of charge. Just let me know if you need anything. Your showtime, I'll
call you."
After saying this, Dean left the secret room. Mr. Huang eagerly sat down on the chaise lounge, picked up the remote control, and
the image that popped up on the large screen was the scene of Wu Yushu changing clothes. As his finger
moved across the remote control panel, the image rotated, and he could even zoom in on specific points.
Boss Huang paused the screen on Wu Yushu's 35-inch buttocks, when she was still wearing her briefs.
Staring at the screen, Boss Huang's hand involuntarily put down the remote and reached for his crotch.
"Oh my god, what elasticity! So amazing! This butt is just so
amazing! Elastic and smooth! It feels so good to touch!"
Boss Huang hallucinated Wu Yushu's image in his mind, his hands greedily caressing her shapely buttocks, even
starting to rub and knead them, causing Wu Yushu's body to tremble.
"Don't do this anymore... Ugh, ugh, ugh, my ass is already being used... Oh, oh, oh,
it feels so strange... so strange... Ugh, ugh, no more, no more... Don't do it anymore... It'll become...
very strange..."
Wu Yushu moaned, slapping at Boss Huang's hand. Boss Huang, slapped at her,
thrust even harder, leaving finger marks on Wu Yushu's fair skin. Wu Yushu continued to writhe, and
Boss Huang, watching, felt even more aroused, deciding to take it a step further. Meanwhile, in the studio, Wu Yushu had just finished her shift and was heading to the dressing room. Uncomfortable wearing her anchorwoman's 　　uniform outside,
Wu Yushu immediately began undressing as soon as she entered the dressing room. 　　In the secret room behind the mirror, the scene was even more arousing. Every gesture Wu Yushu made—raising a hand, bending over— 　　was enough to drive Boss Huang wild, making him want to rush out and have sex on the spot. But Boss Huang remembered what Dean had said: " 　　She is your allnight. 　　" After Wu Yushu hung her anchor uniform in the dressing room, she left. Boss Huang quietly pushed open 　　the hidden door of the secret room, went out, and stole Wu Yushu's anchor uniform into the secret room. 　　Holding Wu Yushu's original anchor uniform, still damp with sweat from broadcasting and carrying 　　Wu Yushu's alluring scent, Boss Huang pulled out his penis, covered it with the top of Wu Yushu's anchor uniform, and 　　began to frantically masturbate. 　　"Ohhhhhhh...no, no, no...ohhhhhh...I hate it, I hate this feeling 　　...don't do this...my breasts aren't that big...why are you using my breasts like this..." 　　Wu Yushu cried out in her imagination as Boss Huang pressed her against the wall, his hands forcefully kneading her 　　breasts. Wu Yushu closed her eyes, looking quite pained, her hands pushing against Boss Huang's shoulders. However, 　　the more Wu Yushu resisted, the more merciless Boss Huang's kneading became. 　　"Ahhhhhh stop, stop, no...no...ohhhhhh...my breasts, my breasts are so sensitive, so sensitive 　　...Yushu, no more...ohhhhhh...it's going to feel so strange again...ahhhhhhhh..." 　　Boss Huang added licking with his tongue, and Wu Yushu's body trembled violently. Her lips, painted with anchorwoman makeup and lipstick, opened 　　, exhaling and moaning. Boss Huang's attacks became increasingly greedy, and Wu Yushu's body gradually responded.

"No, no, no... I can't take it anymore, Yu Shu is really going to die, I'm going to die... Don't keep using 　　your breasts ... I can't take it, I can't 　　take
it... Ahhhhhhh, don't bite... 　　Ohh
... 　　"I can't take it anymore, I'm going to come again... Ugh, your mouth is so amazing... Oh, Yu Shu, 　　it feels so good... Oh, oh, oh, God... Don't stop, don't stop... Don't use your hands either... Ugh, so 　　good..." 　　After her orgasm, Wu Yu Shu became a wanton woman craving more. Boss Huang became more and more excited, his hands 　　rubbing Wu Yu Shu's breasts even more recklessly, while his mouth sucked like a vacuum suction device. 　　Red mouthprints from Boss Huang even appeared on Wu Yu Shu's fair and tender skin. Wu Yu Shu's hands tightly hugged Boss Huang's head, seemingly 　　thinking that if her breasts were bigger, it might feel even better—a lustful jealousy. "Oh, oh, oh, oh! I can't 　　take it anymore! I'm going to come!" 　　Wu Yu Shu's white anchor uniform was stained with slightly yellow semen. Boss Huang looked at it, his eyes becoming increasingly red 　　. 　　Meanwhile, in Wu Yushu's home, moans and cries of pleasure could be heard. 　　"Ahhh...so good, so good...it feels so good...it's fucking my pussy so good 　　...don't stop, don't stop...keep going, keep going...ahhhhhhh... 　　" 　　"What's wrong? Are you going to come again?" 　　"I'm going to come again...it feels so good...I can't stop...I 　　can't stop the orgasms...again, again..." 　　"I'll fuck you to death! I love the feeling of fucking you to death! Watch me!" 　　On the sofa, Wu Yushu's husband, completely naked, was holding Han Peiying's slender waist, his erect 　　penis standing straight up, his legs shaking, his penis rapidly entering and exiting Han Peiying's pussy. 　　Standing at 68 centimeters tall with a perfectly proportioned figure (32B2433), Han Peiying's usual sweet 　　yet aloof demeanor was completely gone, replaced by pure, unadulterated sensuality. 　　"It's coming again, it's coming again... Oh my god, oh my god, my cunt 　　is really going to be fucked... Oh my god... Mmm... Don't stop, keep going..." 　　Wu Yushu's husband grabbed Han Peiying's waist, and the two made love as they entered the bedroom. Wu Yushu's husband 　　forcefully pressed Han Peiying onto the bed, and in that instant, his penis plunged deep into 　　Han Peiying's cunt, the head of his penis directly hitting her clitoris. Han Peiying felt an intense 　　pleasure from With her arms tightly wrapped around Wu Yushu's husband and her legs firmly entwined around his waist, her slender body trembled wildly 　　several times. Her chin was raised high and her mouth was wide open: "I'm coming, I'm coming, ahhhhhh, it's reached the deepest point 　　... ohhhhhh, I'm having an orgasm, I'm having an orgasm, ohhhhh, my wet hole has been broken by Dongsen's dick king again 　　... ohhhhhh, so good..." 　　Wu Yushu's husband held Han Peiying, his waist swinging up and down, his fleshy penis 　　thrusting straight up and down into Han Peiying's flower hole. 　　"Oh my god! Pei-ying, having sex with you is better than going to heaven! It feels so good!" "Oh oh oh woo 　　woo woo 　　... Don't stop, having sex with Brother Dick King... It really is better than going to heaven 　　... Oh oh umm hum, more, more, deeper... Don't stop, Pei-ying wants more..." "Having sex with Wu Yu-shu is so boring! His hole is no fun at all! Yours is the best! I really feel like I made 　　a mistake! To 　　satisfy my 　　vanity and make everyone envious, I actually married her, it's 　　really one of the biggest mistakes of my life!" " 　　Ugh ugh ugh humm ... 　　"Ahhhhhh, I'm going to go again, I'm going to be fucked like a slut again... Ohhhhh, I love this 　　feeling the most... Dick King, Dick King, you really are my Dick King..." 　　On the other hand, in the late-night snack shop recommended by Jiang Xinmei, Wu Yushu was eating snacks with his head down, wearing 　　headphones, letting himself relax completely. After all, today was really a pretty fucking day. Although it wasn't the first time 　　like this, Wu Yushu always felt particularly lonely on days like this, both mentally and 　　physically, there was an indescribable loneliness. 　　Scrolling through his phone, Wu Yushu desperately hoped for a message from the LINE he'd been longing for, at least to let him know he was safe. 　　They professed love, yet when they parted, they didn't say a word. Wu Yushu couldn't help but 　　sigh inwardly, thinking, "Aren't all men like this? They're so old, can't they let go?" 　　Suddenly, Wu Yushu had a strange feeling. He looked up, turned around, and gazed at his surroundings, pondering, 　　"What's going on? Ever since that sports meet, I've felt something strange about things, like 　　I can sense something abnormal." 　　Wu Yushu looked at the water in front of him again. Suddenly, 　　ripples spread across the clear, colorless, still water, and a white light appeared on the surface. In the white light, Wu Yushu saw himself. 　　A perfect replica of himself. 　　A replica that was identical yet completely different. 　　Pressed against the anchor desk, one leg was grabbed and raised from behind by a man. On the anchor desk 　　, another man was frantically penetrating Wu Yushu's vagina, while the man on the anchor desk was using 　　her mouth as another vagina. The scene, which disgusted Wu Yushu outside the water glass, 　　caused her inside the glass to moan with ecstasy: "Oh oh ah ah oh umm hum hum hum good good good good good good!"

"Ah... Oh, oh, umm... Again, again! Who's going to torture me? Oh, oh, umm... The more it hurts
, the more I enjoy it... Oh, oh, umm... Who wants to come?
Oh
,
umm
...
Ahh
...
Wu Yushu, watching from outside the water glass, was so engrossed that he didn't even realize he was gripping the glass tightly with his right hand.
The moment Wu Yushu finished speaking to him from inside the glass, Wu Yushu was terrified. His right hand flung outward without his noticing , and the water glass tipped over. The water that spilled out was colorless and transparent, 　　flowing and dripping
according to all the principles of physics . 　　"Oh my god! Are you? My goddess, Anchor Wu?" 　　Wu Yushu looked up and saw Dean walking towards her in a panic, as if Dean herself had spilled 　　water. The waiter quickly cleaned up the spilled water, and Dean asked with concern, 　　"Are you too tired?" 　　Wu Yushu shook her head. Although her mind was still filled with the hallucination from earlier, she was still able to answer Dean's question 　　. Dean said, "That 'salt right,' I know the people here very well. I'll go 　　get them some special drinks; I guarantee they'll have the energy to last another minute." 　　After saying that, Dean didn't wait for Wu Yushu's reply and ran straight to the counter. Wu Yushu 　　gave a helpless bitter smile, thinking to herself, "What exactly happened? What happened to me? Why did I see 　　that?" 　　Dean returned, carrying two drinks. He handed the one in his right hand to Wu Yushu: 　　"It's 'Yours'." 　　"Thank you, Dean," Wu Yushu said carefully as she took the drink. 　　"It's 'Smypleasure'," 　　Wu Yushu said, taking a sip 　　. Her eyes lit up instantly: "It's delicious!" "That's great!" Dean exclaimed happily. 　　"What's this called? Doesn't it have bananas in it?" "This is called 'Volcanic Eruption.' I only know that it contains bananas, but 　　I don't know what 　　the other ingredients are." 　　Wu Yushu took another sip: "It's so delicious, can I order another one?" 　　"Of course," Dean nodded with a smile. 　　"Oh, oh, uh, uh, oh, so good, so good, uh, uh, oh my god, oh my god... I'm going to come again 　　, I'm going to come again, uh, uh, my flower hole is going to burst... Oh, oh, uh, so good, so good..." 　　Wu Yushu cried out wantonly on the screen. In the secret room, Boss Huang was 　　masturbating with the black leather skirt that Wu Yushu had just worn. The screen was playing the scene of Wu Yushu being violently hand-fucked by Menglong in "Yuelongjiang" 　　. In Boss Huang's erotic and highly imaginative mind, Boss Huang himself was also 　　masturbating wildly with Wu Yushu. 　　"Yu Shu, Yu Shu, so good, Yu Shu, so good... so good, oh, oh, I'm being hand-fucked again, oh, oh, oh, heaven 　　... oh, oh, oh, so comfortable, so comfortable... ugh, I can't stop... I can't stop... I'm going to come 　　..." 　　As he spoke, Boss Huang's hands vibrated rapidly like a machine. Lying on the double bed with a red bedspread, 　　Wu Yu Shu bent her legs, her slender waist arching forcefully. 　　On the screen, Wu Yu Shu was swallowing and spitting out the dragon's penis. Boss Huang looked at the leather skirt in his hand, thinking, "This 　　is really exciting!" 　　Boss Huang's hand gripped his penis tightly, while Wu Yu Shu's black leather skirt was imagined as Wu Yu Shu's 　　mouth, swallowing and spitting out Boss Huang's penis at a rate of five times per second. 　　"Ugh, ugh, ugh, so good, so good! This mouth is sucking my cock! It feels so good, so good!" 　　Boss Huang was overjoyed, and the speed of his hand stroking increased. One hand wasn't enough, so he used both hands 　　to hold it, as if he were pressing down on Wu Yushu's head. Boss Huang stood up from the chaise lounge, no longer using his hand 　　to stroke his cock, but instead using his cock to thrust into the hole in his hand. 　　"I'm going to come, I'm going to come! Oh, oh, oh, oh, it feels so good! I can't wait any longer!" 　　Boss Huang trembled a few times, then slowly sat back down on the chaise lounge, placing Wu Yushu, who was going to be wearing her 　　news anchor outfit for another 11 o'clock news broadcast, on the ground. Her black leather skirt was hot and wet. 　　After quite some time, Boss Huang finally hung the clothes back up. When he returned to the secret room, he 　　went to the refrigerator and grabbed a can of soda, "Volcanic Eruption." 　　"Take a break, we'll be on set soon!" Boss Huang muttered to himself, slowly sipping his drink. 　　Despite her endless questions, Wu Yushu maintained her usual professional yet slightly aloof demeanor as 　　she entered the studio again. However, what puzzled Wu Yushu was why her clothes and skirt felt damp and 　　warm, and had a strange, indescribable smell. 　　Wu Yushu thought to herself, "Strange? I'm not heat-tolerant, but I wouldn't be this intolerant, would I? And this isn't 　　the first time I've received a schedule like this; it's never happened before." 　　While looking down at the documents, Wu Yushu unexpectedly noticed what appeared to be water stains on her clothes. She turned 　　around and gently patted the stains, wondering where they came from. Naturally, 　　she sniffed her fingers, wrinkling her nose, thinking, "What is this? Why does it smell so strange 　　?" 　　Meanwhile, in the secret room, Boss Huang and Dean were watching Wu Yushu on the screen. Dean said, " 　　Boss Huang, it seems you really want her." 　　"I've heard about her for a long time. Wu Yushu is an anchor that ETTV is determined to keep. What's the reason? "

"I'm going to find out why so many high-level executives have been unwilling to let Wu Yushu go!" Boss Huang
said, rubbing his hands together.
"But Boss Huang, I remember you've had many affairs with Chen Haiyin. Isn't Chen Haiyin good enough?" Dean
asked.
Boss Huang shook his head: "It's not that Chen Haiyin isn't good enough. I quite like Chen Haiyin too. Ever since he was still at Zhongtian
, I've been eyeing Chen Haiyin for a long time. Those thick lips, you really have to experience what it means
to blow a flute with her. Not to mention the huge change after I heard she was chosen by the young and promising directors. From a
girl who was helpless against the unspoken rules to a woman who manipulated them, spending
a night with Chen Haiyin is like walking through heaven." Boss Huang said with relish.
"Sounds really good, AnywayTonight, Wu Yushu is yours.
It's almost time to prepare for your performance. Enjoy yourself tonight." Wu Yushu let out a long breath, walked down the corridor leading to the dressing room, stretched, 　　revealing her
slender waist . She muttered to herself, "I need to go back and get some sleep. It must be because I've been too tired lately 　　that I had that strange hallucination." 　　Entering the dressing room, Wu Yushu yawned, but suddenly her body trembled. Looking 　　at herself in the mirror, she said to herself, "Why does it feel a little strange? It wasn't this hot in the studio 　　, why is it so hot here ?" "It's so hot!" 　　Wu Yushu said, pulling at her collar to try and cool down, but it only got hotter. 　　Feeling a bit helpless, she decided to just ignore it and went into the dressing room. She turned her back to the mirror and 　　hung her clothes on the hanger by the door. Just then, the mirror suddenly rotated. 　　Completely unaware, Wu Yushu, with her back to the mirror, didn't notice a lewd-looking person appear behind the mirror. The person reached out and grabbed 　　Wu Yushu's 25-inch, slender waist as she bent down to put her high heels down. Before Wu Yushu could 　　react, she felt her panties being pulled open, and then a penis was thrust forcefully into 　　her vagina. 　　"What are you 　　doing 　　... 　　Ahh 　　... 　　"This is really amazing! Wu Yushu! No wonder they wanted to keep you here. If it were me, 　　I'd keep you here and enjoy you a million times!" 　　"Ahhh... Stop it! Stop it! Ugh... Do you know what you're doing? Oh... 　　Ugh... Ugh... Ahhh... Stop it! Stop it! Ugh... No... No... No... No..." 　　"Of course I know what I'm doing! Wu Yushu! I've wanted to do this for a long time! I've fantasized about masturbating with your clothes 　　and skirt a million times! I've wanted to rape you for a long time! Seeing you wear such 　　short skirts every day! I've wanted to fuck you for so long!" " 　　Damn it! Damn it! Ugh... You pervert... You're using my clothes and skirt... Ugh... Waaah... 　　Stop it! If you don't stop... Ahhhh... I'll never let you go! Ugh... 　　Ugh... Stop it!" 　　"Hmph! Don't worry! Wu Yushu! Even if you don't let me go, you can't do anything to me! Wu Yushu! 　　Watch how I fuck your flower hole tonight!" 　　"Stop... I told you to stop... Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhhh... Stop... Stop! 　　Don't go any harder... Ahhhhhh... Damn it... Ohhhhhh..." 　　As Huang Laoban's penis thrust deeper and deeper, his testicles slapping against Wu Yushu's beautiful buttocks with a lewd 　　"slap! slap! slap!" sound. 　　Boss Huang's right hand slapped Wu Yushu's buttocks in sync with the thrusting of his penis. Each loud slap 　　not only left red handprints on Wu Yushu's buttocks but also ignited Boss Huang's burning desire. 　　He leaned forward, his penis, now larger and stronger from the aphrodisiac, penetrating even deeper into Wu Yushu's flower cave. Wu Yushu instantly felt 　　a burgeoning desire. She bit her lower lip, desperately trying to suppress the urge 　　, but even with her lips tightly closed, she couldn't help but utter 　　sounds like, "Ugh... Hahaha... Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..." 　　Boss Huang was like a male dog mating, his arms wrapped around Wu Yushu's slender waist, his somewhat obese body 　　pressing down on her. He slightly squatted to make his hips move more smoothly, 　　increasing the force of his thrusts. His penis pounded against Wu Yushu's vagina, and Wu Yushu, who was gripping the edge of the vaginal canal, felt the masculine force constantly 　　pounding against her from behind. Her legs trembled so much that she could barely stand, and she was only able to stand because of 　　Boss Huang's embrace. Wu Yushu finally opened her mouth and cried out, "Ah ah ah ah..." "Ah no no... Oh oh oh oh it 　　hurts so much... Oh oh oh... No, no, don't go any further, I don't want to, I don't want to... Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh it hurts so much 　　... Ah... I'm begging you to stop..." 　　At this point, Wu Yushu was basically powerless to fight back. Her shoulder-length hair was now being held by Boss Huang . 　　Boss Huang leaned back, and his big, strong penis was thrusting into her speechless flower hole at an upward angle. 　　Wu Yushu, with her 32B breasts sticking out, was trembling all over as Boss Huang thrust into her. 　　"No, no, no... Don't do it again, don't do it again... I don't want it anymore, I 　　don't want it anymore... Yu Shu, please... Ahh, uhh... Uhh... Waaah, haha, ahhh 　　..." 　　Each thrust stimulated Wu Yu Shu's extremely sensitive flower hole immensely. Coupled with 　　Boss Huang pulling Wu Yu Shu's hair and occasionally slapping her upturned buttocks, the hidden desire within Wu Yu Shu 　　grew stronger and stronger.

"Ah, oh, uh, uh, stop, stop... stop, stop... please, please
... uh, uh, uh... I can't take it anymore, I can't stand it... oh, uh, uh, uh... stop, don't move anymore... uh
, uh, uh..."
"You say one thing, Wu Yushu, but your body tells a different story!"
After saying that, Boss Huang lowered his buttocks, and it looked like his penis was about to be pulled out of Wu Yushu's flower hole, but
the inner wall of Wu Yushu's flower hole suddenly clamped tightly on Boss Huang's glans like a fly stalk, and this clamping not
only made Boss Huang laugh, but also instantly stimulated Wu Yushu.
"What's going on? What's going on? Oh... I... I... I... Why am I suddenly feeling this?... 　　Ah 　　...
no... no... I don't want this 　　... 　　Ah 　　...
Ahh 　　... 　　However, what surprised Wu Yushu most during this rape was her own vagina. 　　As the rape continued for longer and more frequently, an unprecedented phenomenon occurred 　　: the muscles inside her vagina began to contract and expand, starting from the clitoris and gradually spreading 　　to other areas. 　　The Boss Huang's penis felt this most directly inside Wu Yushu's vagina. The contracting and expanding motion was like 　　her vagina acting as an automatic masturbator, attracting and releasing his penis. Even 　　with the aphrodisiac, his penis gradually couldn't withstand 　　the stimulation of Wu Yushu's already exceptionally beautiful vagina, now further enhanced by its wondrous contracting and expanding movements. 　　"Oh my god! I never imagined 'Volcano' could have such a powerful effect! It's so good, so 　　good! Wu Yushu, tell me, are you enjoying it?" 　　"Ugh, uh-huh, I can't take it anymore... It's become so erotic, oh, uh-huh, I can't hold back anymore 　　... I can't take it anymore, Yushu can't take it anymore... Oh, uh-huh, my god, my god..." 　　"I'm telling you to tell me if it's good!" 　　Boss Huang shouted as he thrust a heavy blow into the deepest part of Wu Yushu's flower cave. Wu Yushu jerked her head up and opened 　　her mouth wide: "So good, so good, so good... Oh, uh-huh, uh-huh... Yushu is so good, oh, uh-huh, 　　I can't take it anymore... Oh, uh-huh, I can't take it anymore, it's so good..." 　　"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... too hard, too hard... 　　oh, oh, oh, oh... this is making you scream too loudly... don't be so intense... ah, ah, ah, oh, oh, oh, oh, it's hitting you again..." 　　Wu Yushu braced herself against the walls on either side, and Boss Huang grabbed her 　　breasts through her clothes and bra, kneading and squeezing them hard. Wu Yushu, who became extremely sensitive after an orgasm, couldn't withstand the 　　warm semen-moistened penis fucking her while her breasts were being ravaged like this. Wu Yushu's wanton 　　moans made Boss Huang's heart flutter. 　　"It's coming again, it's coming again, oh oh, uh-huh, I'm being fucked again... I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore 　　, oh oh... uh-huh, so good... so good, so comfortable, so comfortable... uh-huh... don't be so rough, you'll scream too loudly 　　... ah... uh-huh, uh-huh..." 　　"It's okay! Scream as much as you want! Wu Yushu! Scream as much as you want! Let the whole world hear you, Wu Yushu, screaming lewdly for 　　my orgasm! Anyway, no one will come here again! Tonight, you can stay here and scream lewdly for me 　　!" 　　"Hehehe oh hmm hmm hmm hmm oh hmm hmm oh so good so good... I'm going to heaven again, I'm going 　　to heaven again, I'm being fucked to heaven again... Oh oh hmm hmm cock cock is so powerful... Oh oh hmm hmm oh hmm hmm..." 　　Wu Yushu's whole body convulsed as if she had a stroke, and the contraction and expansion movements inside her wet and aroused flower hole became extremely 　　intense. Boss Huang could feel the extreme pleasure of fucking Wu Yushu's flower hole ten times a second without even moving 　　. 　　"Waaaaaah! It's too strong! I'm going to cum again! Wu Yushu! I'm going to cum inside you again! 　　The fifth time!" As for why Boss Huang, who was clearly an ordinary person, could cum inside Wu Yushu 　　five times in a row without collapsing, it was all due to the main ingredient "volcano" in the "Volcanic Eruption" he had just drunk. This 　　new variety developed by the Banana Research Institute not only had the effects of a regular aphrodisiac on women, but also produced 　　a state like Wu Yushu's now. If men took it, they could have an extraordinary amount of ejaculation, and it 　　was completely harmless to their bodies. 　　"Wu Yushu! Come on! Come on! Let me enjoy it even more!" Boss Huang pressed Wu Yushu against the wall and 　　vigorously thrust into her. 　　"Oh, oh, so good, so good... Oh, oh, um... I can't stop, I can't stop... Oh, oh, um... 　　I want more, I want more... Oh, oh, um... Give it to me, give it to me... Oh, oh, um... Don't stop, don't stop 　　..." 　　Wu Yushu's flower cave's contraction and expansion movements had reached the level of fifteen times per second, and the force was enough 　　to kill an ordinary man in an instant. 　　In the face-to-face confrontation between Wu Yushu and Boss Huang, the situation could be seen clearly in less than three minutes. 　　Boss Huang, who was originally just an ordinary person, but who dared to dream of fighting with a goddess just because of the drugs, was completely defeated. Boss Huang 　　's breathing became rapid and disordered. Where was the posture of dominating the other side just now? His waist gradually slowed down, 　　and his legs were trembling incessantly. His hands, which were pressed against the wall to press down on Wu Yushu, also fell down. 　　"Ohhhhhh, so hot...so comfortable, so comfortable...come on, come on, don't stop 　　...don't stop...ohhh, give it to me, I want more...ohhh, ohhh..." Wu Yushu cried out. 　　Boss Huang hadn't expected things to turn out this way. The semen that kept gushing out was being consumed too quickly, 　　and the effects of the volcano were rapidly fading. Boss Huang realized this and tried to pull away but couldn't.

"Don't stop, don't stop...more, more...you've already pounded me over fifty times...
can it be more, oh, oh, um, um...come on, come on, oh, um, um, don't stop...the night is only half over
...ah..."
Wu Yushu sat on Boss Huang lying on the ground, shaking her body constantly. A smile appeared on Wu Yushu's face
, but what did that smile represent? No one knew. What was known was that even if a mortal ascended to heaven,
he was still ultimately just a mortal.
Snoring echoed on the bed, and the quilt was pulled back. Han Peiying got out of bed, walked to the living room, picked up her phone,
put on her earphones, and heard a very familiar voice and words, but they disgusted Han Peiying.
Han Peiying made a phone call. The call connected: "Peying, so late? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just wanted to hear your voice, and also wanted to ask how much longer?"
"Don't worry, it won't be too long. I'll make it up to you, okay?"
"I can tolerate it, but I want to know why I did this?"
"I'll tell you, but not now."
In the bar, a man was discussing with a team in a private room.
"Anyway, the Halloween event will be postponed for two weeks due to equipment issues," the man said, standing up.
It was late at night. Han Peiying returned to bed. He really wanted to learn the kung fu of not breathing through his nose, so he would
n't have to smell Wu Yushu's scent.

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