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Whether it's hot or cold, as long as I'm alive, that's all that matters. 

"It's so hot, this awful weather!" Yanna sighed, letting out a long breath, beads of sweat
rolling .

"Yeah, I heard two people just died from the heat yesterday, awful." Wang Yongjin turned the air conditioner down
another degree.

"It's no use, this lousy air conditioner should have been replaced a long time ago." Yanna looked at Wang Yongjin's muscular chest;
his bare upper body was bulging with muscles, his six-pack abs layered and without a single ounce of fat.

"What's the temperature today?" Wang Yongjin casually tossed the remote control aside. "Judging by the situation, no one's renting it anymore.
How about we watch a DVD? I heard 'Basic Instinct 2' is pretty exciting."

"Hehe, if you want something exciting, go ask your Wan Hong. It's 39 degrees today, hey, is Wan Hong on duty?" "Yanna
chuckled , wiping her face with a towel, and casually reached into her white t-shirt to rummage around.

"Hey, of course she's on duty. Don't you know what she does? A nurse! The hospital's
been packed these past few days, she must be exhausted. We were supposed to go to Luodai to play in the water today, but she was suddenly
dragged covering for me." Wang Yongjin said resentfully, his eyes fixed on the large white patch on Yanna's protruding belly.

This damn weather must be exhausting, otherwise, one shouldn't mess with a friend's wife. "Where's Ahan? I haven't seen him for a while."

"The hail prevention office organized artificial hail suppression and rain enhancement operations, he went to Longquan. He's going to Qingbaijiang tomorrow."
Ignoring his burning gaze, Yanna simply grabbed the hem of her t-shirt with both hands, flicked it upwards, revealing her
ample chest.

"Isn't hail suppression only possible during thunderstorms?" Wang Yongjin stood up and pulled down the roller shutter
, instantly dimming the light, with only a small window facing the street letting in light.

"Yes, I heard there will be thunderstorms tonight, but who knows?" Yanna also stood up, swaying her large
hips as she pulled a disc from the counter. The colorful cover featured Sharon Stone, exuding charm and striking alluring poses.

The two sat side by side on the faux leather sofa, watching the rapidly flashing images on the television. Yanna dragged over a
chair and straddled it. "That Sharon Stone is really slutty, still selling herself at her age."

Wang Yongjin swallowed hard; the young woman's feet were so white and beautiful. "Nana, how many months pregnant are you?"

"Almost five months. Look at my feet, they're deformed, and my body's out of shape. Being a woman is so hard!" Yanna
complained, without getting up, taking two bottles of cola from the refrigerator behind the sofa and handing one to Wang Yongjin.
"If I weren't pregnant, my figure wouldn't be any worse than hers!" "

That's right, your figure was originally better than Wan Hong's!" Wang Yongjin flattered, casually
touching before obediently pulling his hand back.

"What? I meant Sharon Stone, where did you get to? Hehe..." Yanna didn't mind,
popping open a Coke with a "pop. "

"Remember when you first married Ah Han? You looked so handsome! All of us poor
guys were so envious, fantasizing about you all the time." Wang Yongjin grinned at Yanna; even with the air conditioning on,
her t-shirt was still soaked with sweat, clinging to her body and looking exceptionally sexy.

"Pah, that wedding night, you guys got Ah Han drunk, and I was exhausted."

"He was drunk, how could you be exhausted?"

"Hmph, I don't know which bastard took advantage of the chaos to touch my breasts."

"It was just a wedding night prank, everyone was joking. Hmm, was it the upper breasts or the lower ones?" " That's not me
..."

*Slap!* Yanna slapped Wang Yongjin on the shoulder. "So it was you, you rascal!"

"Fine, hit me then, I won't fight back..." Wang Yongjin pretended to be fierce, grabbing her hand as if
to strike her.

Yanna suddenly blushed. "Alright, alright. Let's watch TV, stop fooling around." After a while,
seeing Wang Yongjin's lack of reaction, she glanced sideways at him, who was staring intently at her, and spat,
"You're asking for trouble, what are you watching?" Wang

Yongjin didn't answer, but suddenly grabbed her hand and placed it on his lower body. "Feel it..." His
lower body was bulging, like a tent.

"You're going to die..." Yan Na was so embarrassed that she quickly pulled her hand back, her heart pounding like a deer. Usually,
she was fearless when flirting, but today, when things got serious, she felt timid.

"Nana, look, your pubic hair is showing..." Wang Yongjin pulled her skirt up to her inner thigh,
and sure enough, a few pubic hairs were sticking out from her underwear, black and slightly curly.

Yan Na let out a soft snort, "Wang Yongjin, you pervert! " "Her slender hands were about to hit him when he grabbed
them and pulled her into his arms.

Before she could scream, Wang Yongjin sealed her mouth with his tongue, and his tongue pried open her teeth,
quickly entwining with hers. A strong smell of tobacco filled her tense nostrils—
a smell different from her husband's. Her husband rarely smoked or drank; his breath usually smelled of mint toothpaste, nothing like Wang Yongjin's,
a mixture of sweaty, sour, salty fish, and beer smells from lunch, almost unbearable. Yet she didn't dislike it.
Even Yan Na herself couldn't understand why her body felt weak and utterly powerless.

Her panties were already pulled down to her ankles, his middle finger submerged in the ocean of her vulva, making a '
smacking 'Nana, you're so wet. You want a man to fuck you, don't you? How long has it been since Ah Han fucked you
?'" Wang

Yongjin poked her vulva dozens of times with his middle finger. Seeing her aroused state, he then inserted his index finger,
poking and probing as he did so, while teasing her with lewd words. Yan Na had a large mouth, revealing her entire row of teeth when she smiled
. Fortunately, her teeth were neat and even, which, combined with her naturally peach-colored, thick lips, made her look particularly
sexy . When Ahan brought her here, his first impression was: stunning. Although she wasn't particularly
beautiful, she gave off a grand and comfortable feeling, leaving a deep impression.

"You bastard, how can you do this to Ahan?" Yan Na moaned intermittently, seemingly
weak , but actually filled with lust.

"What's there to be sorry about? Without me, how could Ahan be alive now? You don't even
know !" Wang Yongjin pulled out his hard penis, the glans erect, a drop of semen glistening on it. "Come on, let your brother
lick it." Yanna

remained silent, holding his penis firmly, and licked the tip of his penis a few times with the tip of her tongue. She
already knew before marrying Ahan that Wang Yongjin had once saved Ahan's life. When they were in their second year of high school, they went swimming in the river...
When Han was drowning, it was Wang Yongjin who saved him. Even in their childhood, Wang Yongjin was always the one to step in and help
Han, who was constantly bullied by his classmates. The two, one scholarly and one athletic, were childhood friends, calling each other's mothers "Mom" and
sharing everything.

But today, even his wife was being shared?

Thinking of this, Yan Na's face flushed again, and her vaginal fluids flowed even more freely. His thing
was huge! Seeing that only half of it had entered, it already filled her mouth, she was a little scared. What if it hurt
the baby in her womb?

"Brother Yongjin, be gentle, don't hurt the baby."

Wang Yongjin hummed in agreement, thinking that it was true; this was Han's family's only hope. His family had only one
son per generation, and Han's father had strong traditional values. If he hurt her, he would be letting Han's family down.
"Why don't you come up on top?"

He patted her buttocks, round and white, a perfect base for childbirth. Wan Hong's buttocks were much smaller than hers
, and she was so thin she barely had any flesh on her bones. She'd definitely need a C-section to give birth to a boy!

Yan Na had just sat down when she suddenly cried out, "It hurts!" and lifted her buttocks back up.

"What's wrong?" Wang Yongjin's penis, which had just warmed up, was now exposed to the air again.

"Ah, nothing, I just brought some pubic hair in too." Yan Na used her fingers to smooth her pubic hair, parting it to
the sides .

"I say, Nana, you need to trim your pubic hair too, it's really long. I heard you have to
shave it short when you give birth." Wang Yongjin could feel the intense pleasure of his penis inside her vagina. After all, this
was someone else's wife. As the saying goes, a wife is not as good as a concubine, and a concubine is not as good as a stolen one. Besides, this was his good friend's
wife ; the feeling was just different.

It wasn't that Wang Yongjin felt no guilt, but at this crucial moment, the guilt was only fleeting
.

Yanna swayed her hips gently, her buttocks rising and falling with each movement. It felt so good this way. Despite Wang Yongjin's
burly , he was actually quite considerate and attentive. She half-closed her eyes, each rise and fall a pleasurable sensation,
each thrust hitting her very core. His imposing stature, his handsome face, his enormous size…

Unlike her husband's refined lovemaking, Wang Yongjin's hands were always restless, roaming over every
part . Every time Yanna sat down, her anus would touch his slightly raised middle finger, the stimulation
arousing her desire. And the way his thumb teased her clitoris was simply breathtaking.

She felt a little ashamed; this was the first time she had ever had sex with a man other than her husband. She was also somewhat surprised by her
transgression. Perhaps it was because she hadn't had sex in so long, or maybe it was the hot weather? In any case,
a woman who has an affair inevitably tries to find excuses for herself, even though the affair hasn't been discovered yet. Since discovering she was pregnant, her husband
's family had all demanded that they abstain from sex. Occasionally, when Ah Han's libido was aroused, he could only lick his own vulva and
enjoy the pungent smell. He would also try to stimulate his penis with his hands and mouth, but it wasn't enough, and he
often found himself unable to resist the urge late at night.

On the television, Sharon Stone was being vigorously fucked on the bed, the pain on her face
indicating that she was reaching orgasm. "Nana, let's do that too," Wang Yongjin said, finding the rear-
entry position particularly appealing. When making love with Wan Hong, she always wanted him to fuck her from behind;
her charming expression and ecstatic moans as she knelt and was fucked still lingered in his ears.

Yan Na agreed, stood up, and thick, sticky semen flowed from her wet vulva, running down
her plump thighs onto the sofa. "Be gentle, don't knock me to the ground..." She was still a little
worried that the burly Wang Yongjin would be too rough.

“Okay, come on, be good…” Wang Yongjin stood behind her, first using his fingers to tease her
vulva a few times, then lifting his penis and slapping it against her buttocks a few times before thrusting it in with the slippery semen.
Yan Na let out a soft cry, feeling the penis suddenly press against her clitoris, a wave of tingling and numbness washing over her. She simply put in
more effort, cooperating with the penis, creating a deafening sound of intercourse.

“Is it good?” Wang Yongjin placed one foot on the sofa, his powerful waist swaying with great amplitude, but his strength
was even Although it seemed rough and fierce, he was always unhurried at the moment of penetration,
with little contact between his hip bone and her buttocks. After all, he had to consider the child in her womb, a child who would definitely become his godson in the future, given
his life-or-death bond with Ah Han.

Yan Na’s face was already buried in the sofa cushions, her breathing almost stopping. It was precisely because of this lack of oxygen that
the apocalyptic pleasure made her unable to stop. She mumbled something, finally managing to lift her head and take a
deep breath, "Harder, harder...fuck me to death..."

As they reached their peak of excitement, their movements became increasingly intense. Yanna had long forgotten her pregnancy; her cries became
hoarse she was lost in the realm of lust.

Wang Yongjin lowered his head, watching his penis penetrate her vagina, each withdrawal bringing out a large piece of red
flesh , her plump vulva covered in a cloudy fluid. This must be Yanna's secretions. He never imagined
he would one day be able to have sex with her; it was unexpected, yet also inevitable.

When they heard Yanna was pregnant, Ah Han's family took it very seriously, making her quit her job as a meter reader at the water
company and return home to rest. When she was bored, Ah Han would bring her to the shop to play, and later she came by herself.
Wang Yongjin simply quit his job as a helper in the shop and asked Yan Na to work there instead. Business wasn't great anyway, and he wasn't too
concerned about the shop's sales; his main focus was still on his electronics distribution business in Chenghua District. These days, the Cultural Bureau was cracking down hard, and
the profits from pirated DVDs weren't what they used to be, so he wanted to quit.

Facing this beautiful woman every day, Wang Yongjin, no saint, couldn't help but have impure thoughts.
Although his girlfriend was also beautiful, the old saying "familiarity breeds fondness" still held true even after a thousand years. Yan Na
, on the other hand, was constantly surrounded by this burly, strong man. While not handsome, his strong arms and
the impressive were undeniably alluring to her long-awaited heart. As the saying goes, a little fuel can ignite a raging fire.

Soon, as the tender flesh inside Yanna's vulva writhed and contracted, Wang Yongjin's powerful penis could no longer withstand the overwhelming sensation
. A strong stimulation surged through his body from his dantian, and he could no longer suppress the
overwhelming pleasure. His semen gushed out like a turbulent river, splashing into tiny waves on the cliffs of her vulva.
Yanna also cried out, the burning heat on her vulva feeling like it was burning her heart. She turned her head and gently stroked...
Touching his hair, which lay limply against her, a wave of tenderness washed over her, like a mother comforting her
child . Maternal instincts kicked in, and tenderness arose.

************ ************
************

Wan Hong gazed out the car window at the white statue of Chairman Mao in Tianfu Square. The blazing sunlight
cast a fiery red glow upon it, mirroring the sky above, as if the entire city were ablaze. She
raised her hand, gently wiping away the fine beads of sweat from her face, and licked her lips a few times. In this awful
weather , she had to search for someone under the scorching sun, and it was even overtime for the government. It was truly not worth it; her own mother was still
at home, needing to be waited on.

This morning, she was supposed to be off work when Head Nurse Jin Yue came to tell her that the hospital director had
assigned , specifically instructing her to complete it well—a political task, of course, as it
would definitely benefit her future career, especially since she was currently under observation for Party membership. At first, Wan Hong was quite happy,
thinking it was something good. But upon hearing Jin Yue's explanation, she was greatly disappointed. It turned out the leader in charge of the health system
had caught a cold, possibly with a fever, and the hospital director had personally examined him last night. Today, she was asked to give him
an IV drip . Jin Yue's tone was deep and serious, "Considering that you're the most skilled in our department,
politically reliable, and ambitious, I specifically recommended you yesterday. You'd better be quick-witted." Wan Hong understood
the implication—this was a golden opportunity. She outwardly expressed her joy, but inwardly she groaned.

She had already made plans with some friends to go to the Luodai Town Water Dragon Festival that afternoon, driven by Wang Yongjin, for a water fight; now that
was ruined again. Wang Yongjin sounded very unhappy on the phone, but there was nothing she could do. What could she do? She was destined to be
a wage ! She thought she'd just quit this inhuman job once Yongjin had earned enough money.

The Audi drove into the bustling Chunxi Road, past the North Street intersection and Zhongshan Square
. After about ten minutes, it turned left into a residential area. The driver remained silent the entire way, and Wan Hong ignored him; she
never liked talking to strangers, so this was perfect. "Please follow me!" The driver, about forty years old, of medium
height , with short, crew-cut hair, spoke in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft. Wan Hong thought to herself, this is probably the type of driver the boss likes best—
introverted and unsmiling.

Wan Hong often came to Chunxi Road with Wang Yong to eat wontons, Zhong dumplings, and Baijia vermicelli. She
didn't have many hobbies, but she loved these dishes. Strangely, she never gained weight and maintained a tall, slender
figure , which made all the women in the compound envious. Wan Hong's biggest regret was her flat chest; it was just a mound of
flesh topped with a small, somewhat asymmetrical piece, the left one
slightly larger than the right. In this era where women are considered "well-endowed," Wan Hong's underdeveloped breasts made her feel insecure in front of Wang
Yongjin . Therefore, she never undressed in front of other women, and thus hated summer, and even more so
, swimming.

The elevator quickly reached the twelfth floor. The driver gently knocked a few times on an ebony door. The door opened,
revealing a robust man in a silk nightgown. "Please come in, Nurse!"

The driver didn't enter, but simply nodded to the man and turned to go downstairs. Wan Hong was a little puzzled;
why knock when there was no doorbell? The man scrutinized her carefully, smiling slightly. "The doorbell is broken;
I haven't had time to fix it yet."

Wan Hong's face flushed slightly. She thought, "This man's observation skills are truly remarkable; he can even read my mind!" She
softly asked, "You must be Deputy Secretary Tang? Our dean sent me."

"I know, your name is Wan Hong, isn't it?" The man led her through the entryway into the living room. A
43-inch plasma TV was showing a Qing Dynasty drama, with princesses laughing and joking. "Please sit down.
Would you like something to drink?"

"No, Deputy Secretary Tang. Let's take your blood pressure." Wan Hong opened the medicine box she had brought and
took out a stethoscope.

"No rush, no rush. It's just a slight fever, it won't kill you. Your Dean Lin is too kind." Deputy
Secretary Tang pointed to the sofa. "Please sit down, Xiao Wan."

Deputy Secretary Tang opened a bottle of Coca-Cola. "Here, just took it from the refrigerator, have some to
cool it down."

"Thank you, Deputy Secretary Tang." Wan Hong nodded, noticing his accent was from the Liangzhou area. "
Deputy Secretary Tang

, you're from Liangzhou, right?" "Yes, my accent is quite strong, isn't it?" Deputy Secretary Tang chuckled. "Have you ever been there?"

"I haven't been, but I have a classmate from vocational school who's from there." Seeing that Deputy Secretary Tang was approachable and unpretentious, Wan Hong
felt relieved.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Deputy Secretary Tang smiled as he watched her drink her Coca-Cola, a
strange look in his eyes, like the excitement and triumph of a hunter watching its prey walk into a trap. Last month,
during a city-wide blood donation drive at the hospital, he noticed Wan Hong. Tall and slender with a delicate face, neither
ostentatious nor arrogant, she stood out among the sea of doctors in white coats. Tang Jianyong, just entering middle age,
had two great passions: calligraphy and women. In Chengdu, a city teeming with beautiful women, he had already
conquered countless beauties and young girls. He was a man who acted on his impulses. In a private setting,
he casually mentioned Wan Hong, and the hospital director, always eager to flatter him, arranged this "door-to-door service."
Thus , the unsuspecting Wan Hong, like an innocent lamb, was unknowingly walking into the wolf's den.

"Deputy Secretary Tang, is your air conditioner broken? Why is it so hot?" As Wan Hong sat chatting, she suddenly
felt waves of heat rising from her lower abdomen. At first, it wasn't very noticeable, but later,
it assaulted her brain in waves. She involuntarily loosened her collar, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

"Oh, really? I don't think so. If you're hot, you can take off your clothes." Tang Jianyong
grinned . She was a naive girl, untouched by the hardships of life, but from her brows, one could vaguely tell she
was no longer a virgin. It was such a pity he'd seen her so late. If he'd seen her earlier, this
unripe peach would have been his for the taking.

Wan Hong suddenly stood up, seemingly wanting to leave, but unable to take a step. She swayed a few times, then slumped
back down. But when she sat down, she found herself on Tang Jianyong's lap. She didn't know when, but Tang Jianyong
had already taken her seat. "Ah..." Why is it like this? Why is it so hot?

Wan Hong tossed her plain red plaid shirt onto the sofa armrest. The
buttons and zipper were loose, and Tang Jianyong's hand was inside, chuckling strangely, "Strange, this
chick has so little hair!" Wan Hong's bra had slipped down, and Tang Jianyong vigorously rubbed her breasts, occasionally
pinching and pulling them with his fingers. "Little slut, your breasts are so alluring..." Wan Hong
mumbled , her hands roaming over her body, seemingly unable to find a way
to cool down. The heat was intense, relentlessly surging and burning her body.

Tang Jianyong was oblivious to her feelings. He only knew that his fingers, deep inside her vagina, were being gripped tightly.
He pulled them out, licked them, and tasted a fishy, pungent flavor—a natural aphrodisiac, powerfully stimulating
his central nervous system and arousing his sexual desire. Instantly, he became aroused. "Quick, quick, quick... I'm so hot!
Quick..." Wan Hong twisted her lean body, her long, slender legs opening and closing,
a clear stream flowing between them, and only a few pubic hairs covering her mons pubis. Tang Jianyong brought his mouth to her, licking and
sucking, the warm, jade-like fluid a breathtaking sight. He licked incessantly, his three fingers interlaced and inserted into her beautiful opening,
sucking in every drop of the thick semen that flowed out. He loved the taste of the crystalline fluid expelled by women in heat,
often comparing it to heavenly nectar.

A moment later, Wan Hong convulsed, gushing out a glistening stream of fluid—her third orgasm.
Tang Jianyong knew the potency of this aphrodisiac smuggled from abroad; it would last at least two hours.
It would be a waste of the drug if he didn't let her have a good time today.

As he lewdly patted her vulva with his already hard penis, he first
touched her glistening clitoris a few times with the tip of his penis, as if biting it. Wan Hong trembled and
moaned her legs wrapped around Tang Jianyong's waist. "Come on, Brother Jin, Brother Jin, you bad guy! Hurry
up and go for it!" In her extreme ecstasy, she mistook Tang Jianyong for Wang Yongjin.

Tang Jianyong laughed uncontrollably, his wanton lewd laughter echoing in the empty living room. Here, he had already ravaged
fifty-four respectable women of different professions. Today, Wan Hong was the fifty-fifth. A nurse, hehe, this
profession is not bad, I haven't done it before! He thought carefully, among the roles he had slept with before were teachers, policewomen,
students , secretaries, hosts, too many to count... Amidst Tang Jianyong's lewd cries, his penis plunged deep into
Wan Hong's deep valley.

"Ah, ah...so good..." Wan Hong gasped, writhing with abandon, her nails, painted with nail polish, digging
tightly into Tang Jianyong's shoulder blade, drawing blood. At this moment, her mind was a blank, completely immersed
in a world of desire. Memories flashed by like a black-and-white film, one after another. Suddenly, she cried out,
"Dad..."

Tang Jianyong, caught up in the moment, shuddered at the sound of "Dad..." as if
the young woman beneath him was his daughter, Tang Jie. Sensitive nerves
surged , his penis throbbing excitedly within her tight vagina, like a wooden stick striking a
steep cliff. "Yes, call me Dad! Quick, call me...you slut! You slut!"
Men and women in the throes of sexual arousal often indulge in such obscene language, as it seems to easily awaken
the most hidden desires buried deep within their souls. At this moment, civility vanished, and all restraint was lost.

Wan Hong's eyes were bloodshot, and her delicate face looked somewhat abnormal as her nostrils flared.
She licked , as if only by doing so could she quench her thirst. "Old man, fuck me, fuck me, you can't take it anymore... Ha,
ha, hee hee hee... Oh, no, don't ejaculate inside, no..." Her thin buttocks rose and fell,
her juices splattering everywhere. One hand was still fiddling with the point of penetration, sometimes pinching Tang Jianyong's testicles, sometimes playing with
her own clitoris.

The wanton Wan Hong felt a growing sense of unease; her body felt like it wasn't her own. Her mind was filled
only with the pleasure of intercourse, and her entire body felt like it was on fire, aching unbearably. The stabbing
pain in her vulva and the burning desire within her had already consumed her entire soul. At this moment, there was no family, no
workplace, no dissatisfaction with reality; only sinking into the sea of desire was the most important and pleasurable thing.

However, she didn't notice, and couldn't possibly see, that three cameras were simultaneously filming her
debauchery. The point where her genitals met, the wanton way she rubbed her breasts with both hands, and the dazed look in her eyes as she swayed on
Tang Jianyong 's back—all of this was being captured on a square hard drive. Of course, she
wouldn't be the first woman filmed, nor would she be the last.

Tang Jianyong flipped her over and thrust into her vagina from behind, his thumb simultaneously entering her
anus . He could feel a powerful attraction, like a Bermuda Triangle, drawing in his muscular glans,
while Wan Hong's anus contracted repeatedly, trying to swallow his thumb. This wasn't an ordinary woman; seemingly ordinary,
yet possessing extraordinary talent—this kind of woman was perfect for sex! He thought smugly, wishing his penis
could pierce through her. But each thrust felt like hitting a soft, yielding mass of flesh, like cotton
, both comfortable and painful.

Soon, Wan Hong's vaginal fluid gushed out again, this time much less than before. Tang Jianyong knew that
Wan Hong was nearly exhausted; if he continued, she would surely fall seriously ill. So he quickened his pace, his mind filled with
thoughts of his sweet daughter, Tang Jie, naked, standing in a sea of flowers, smiling at him, one hand raised in the air,
revealing thick patch of dark hair under her armpit, as lush and black as the pubic hair on her vulva, unlike
the sparse hair of the woman beneath him.

Such filthy thoughts had lingered in Tang Jianyong's mind for a long, long time, refusing to leave. Every time he
watched his daughter bathing in the bathroom through the miniature camera, her slender figure, her full breasts, and
the distinct black and white pubic hair on her lower abdomen, he would always have impure thoughts and lose control. Thus
, he fell into a vicious cycle of masturbating while watching his daughter bathe naked. The torment of wanting to do something but being unable to was tormenting him, forcing
him to seek substitutes outside to stimulate and satisfy his deepest, paradoxical desires.

He knew it was impossible. Neither his daughter nor his wife could tolerate his
fantasies. Especially his wife, the vice president of the Intermediate People's Court, who was strong-willed, upright, and held extremely traditional views on sex.
Since marrying her, their traditional sexual practices had remained unchanged, always the missionary position. Every time
he tried to change things up, his wife would berate him mercilessly, calling him a pervert and extinguishing his desire.

His daughter was moaning softly, her cries growing fainter and fainter, almost like a mosquito's breath, tinged with a slight sob.
How could Tang Jianyong resist such ecstatic sounds? With his eyes closed, he saw his daughter and himself exchanging
each other 's fluids, and in an instant, he ejaculated wildly. Wan Hong lay limp on the sofa, motionless; in fact, she was in
a state of unconsciousness. If only this were his daughter! Tang Jianyong thought, unable to resist gently
kissing her two red lips. Warm and tender, just like his daughter's pink lips…

The phone on the bedside table kept ringing. Wan Hong's head felt like it was splitting open; she was dizzy,
weak, and listless. She checked her temperature with a thermometer; she didn't have a fever. Her whole body felt light and
unsteady, especially her lower body, which was in excruciating pain; even the slightest touch was excruciating. When she woke up yesterday from Deputy Secretary Tang's place,
she felt weak all over and her vulva was stinging. Deputy Secretary Tang comforted her, saying it was probably heatstroke; this damn weather
was too hot. But as an excellent nurse, Wan Hong knew that she must have been raped while she was unconscious
. Especially the dream she had while unconscious—it was so real, so lewd, that she
dared not even think about it.

But what could she do? Facing this seemingly respectable high-ranking official, she, as a nobody, could only swallow her tears in
humiliation . She couldn't possibly tell her boyfriend about such a shameful thing. With Wang Yongjin
's passionate and daring personality, he would definitely cause trouble; he wouldn't care how high-ranking the other person was. It was better to keep it from
him. Wan Hong shed tears, feeling increasingly unworthy of Yongjin.

"Hong'er, what's wrong? I've heard your phone ringing. Is the hospital urging you to go to work?"
Her father, Wan Guosong, opened the door, holding a glass of milky white liquid—
the milk she drank every morning.

"Dad, I have the day off. I'm so tired, I want to sleep a little longer," Wan Hong said weakly, burying her head
in the pillow, not wanting her father to see her haggard face.

"Ah, are you sick? You look so tired..." Her father sat down beside her, gently touching her
forehead. "Hmm, it's good that you don't have a fever. Hong'er, then you can sleep some more." He patted her thin
shoulder.

Wan Hong's body trembled slightly, but she didn't turn around. "Dad, turn off my phone, it's so noisy.
"

"Okay. Hong'er, how about Dad gives you a massage to relax?" Her father placed his hands on her buttocks
, gently massaging them. His daughter's languid figure, and the unique feminine scent in the room, truly
aroused him. He slipped his hand into Wan Hong's buttocks. Because of the summer heat, Wan Hong's thin
veil couldn't completely conceal her exquisite curves.

Wan Hong slapped her father back, "Dad, stop bothering me, I'm really tired." Her vulva
ached from his light touch, and she felt a surge of anger, unable to resist taking it out on his recklessness.

Her father withdrew his hand, "Alright, alright, my good daughter, I won't disturb you anymore. Go to sleep."
Reluctantly , he stood up, and as he walked to the door, he couldn't help but turn back to look at his daughter's beautiful figure.
How many times had he ridden this beautiful body? Those thousands of days and nights, Hong'er's alluring moans…

The door closed. Wan Guosong returned to the room with a touch of regret, looking at his wife lying on the bed, her face
as pale as paper, devoid of any color. His wife wasn't very old, only in her early forties, but due to years
of bedridden illness, she had spent over ten years of their twenty-year marriage in bed. "Is it hot? Should we turn the air conditioning
up a bit?"

"No need, it's a waste of electricity. We got through it before we had air conditioning, didn't we?" the old wife
said , her empty eyes fixed on the slightly stained ceiling. These long, torturous years had been so long
and agonizing. Sometimes, she really wanted to die! But everyone has a will to live, and when faced with a life-or-death
situation , she hesitated.

She remembered that time when she heard groans and the creaking of the bed coming from her daughter's room next door.
She took out a whole bottle of sleeping pills, but hesitated again when the pills reached her lips. That hesitation was it;
the will defeated the resolve to die. She sighed deeply, "What a tragedy, what a tragedy..."

"Isn't Hong'er going to work today?" She noticed her daughter hadn't come to visit. Wan Hong was filial by nature and had been quite independent
since childhood ; she often washed herself. She could understand Wan Hong's helplessness—who told
her husband to be so shameless!

When her daughter started menstruating at thirteen, the young girl, unaware of the danger, cried in fright. It was on that day that Wan Guosong
saw his daughter grow up. Sparse pubic hair between her thighs, a narrow, tight crevice from which blood seeped—
a secret passage completely isolated from the world! At that moment, Wan Guosong's heart skipped a beat… his daughter was no longer a little girl.

"Hmm, she's on holiday today. It's about time; she's been exhausted these past few days! She still wants to sleep a little longer."
Wan Guosong propped up the bed. "Have some breakfast too."

"Yongjin hasn't come these past few days. Has he been too busy? He's always been a bother to us, sigh…" his wife sighed
, drinking a bowl of thin porridge. She quite liked her future son-in-law; Wang Yongjin was always
willing to spend , and he mostly paid for the Wan family's appliances and electricity. Actually, she secretly wondered if Wan Hong
could manage her relationship with her boyfriend and father well. If she ever slipped up, it would be a huge problem!

“I just called Hong’er. She was tired and didn’t answer.” Wan Guosong saw
the caller ID on his daughter’s phone. He had watched Wang Yongjin grow up since he was a child, so he knew him well. Apart from not
liking to study, he was quite clever and had made a lot of money dealing in electronics and CDs over the years. Wan Guosong was a
snob ; if it weren’t for that, he wouldn’t have agreed to his daughter marrying him.

“Are you going to work today?” His wife asked, seeing that he seemed too relaxed to be going to work.

“Yes, but not too early.” Wan Guosong was the deputy director of the Labor Bureau, and his job was usually quite leisurely. He only had to travel a short distance
occasionally . With a sick wife at home, his workplace didn’t dare to send him far, so he
enjoyed his leisure time. Little did anyone know that he had a “beauty” at home and was so happy he didn’t want to leave.

“My underwear might be wet; could you help me change it?”

“Okay. Actually, you don’t need to wear underwear at home; it’s too much trouble.” It was too hot.
His wife had to change her underwear many times a day. Luckily, their daughter was diligent, otherwise they would have to spend some of their salary on a nanny.

As he spoke, Wan Guosong pulled down his wife's underwear. Her vulva was a smooth, white expanse, completely
bald. Wan Hong also had sparse pubic hair, probably inherited from her mother. Wan Guosong had been burning
with desire, originally intending to have sex with his daughter, but he had been kicked out. Seeing his wife's labia half-open, soft
and supple , he couldn't resist the urge. He reached in and probed around inside, saying, "Wife, it's still early,
how about we have a few rounds?"

"You old rascal, don't you know the time?" His wife blushed deeply. Having been bedridden for years, she rarely
had sex with her husband, especially since he had a more palatable substitute. Moreover, her constitution
was too weak ; she often fainted after only a few rounds, leaving her husband uninterested and the encounters frequently ending unhappily.
She had rarely seen her husband so aroused in recent years.

Wan Guosong didn't speak, but instead inserted several fingers into his wife's vagina, feeling its warmth and
moisture, just like his daughter's tender vagina. He probed a few more times, and the sounds of water filled the air; his wife was already moaning
, clearly aroused.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Wan Guosong, who had already taken out his penis, cursed under his
breath as the doorbell rang incessantly. He shoved his penis back into his pants, not even bothering to change his wife's underwear, and quickly covered her with a
blanket before turning to open the door.

Wang Yongjin stood there grinning, carrying a large pile of ice cream. "Uncle Wan, good morning! Hurry up and take
it in, or it'll melt." He never came empty-handed; as the saying goes, politeness never hurts.
Wan Guosong always said not to, but he still cared. He had been in a good mood today, but
this young couple had ruined it. He was annoyed, but there was nothing he could do.

"Hehe, just put it in the fridge yourself." Wan Guosong glanced at the clock; it was already nine in the morning.
"Hong'er is sleeping, don't disturb her. Can you take a look at the air conditioner in my study? It's cooling too slowly,
is there something wrong with it?"

"Okay, I'll go check it right away." Wang Yongjin readily agreed with a smile. "Uncle Wan, aren't you going to work today?"

"Yes, I'll go right now, you take care of yourself." Wan Guosong tucked his briefcase under
his arm . "You can eat here for lunch. I'll buy some groceries on my way back, and we'll have a few bottles of ice-cold beer."

Wan Guosong had always loved drinking beer, but he didn't have anyone to drink with at home, so he didn't enjoy it as much by himself. Fortunately, his future
son-in-law could drink, and the two of them hit it off, becoming drinking buddies. Wan Guosong was initially a little
jealous that his daughter had a boyfriend, but he eventually agreed, and beer played a big part in that.

"Alright, I'll go get some braised sausages from the spicy restaurant in Lao Shandong later. I also bought some peanuts
to liven up the drinking." Wang Yongjin knew he loved this kind of thing since they were kids, and he always knew exactly what to do.

As soon as the door closed, Wang Yongjin darted into Wan Hong's room like a rabbit. Wan Hong was completely naked,
lying face down on the bed, her snow-white buttocks facing the door. From behind, her curves were beautiful, especially
the two pink labia between her buttocks, half-open and half-closed, truly alluring.

Wang Yongjin licked his lips, knelt down, and stuck out his tongue to lick her clitoris. A pungent, musky smell
hit his nose, even more so than usual. He thought, maybe it's too hot, this little girl is sweating again.
However , this only aroused his lust even more. He couldn't sleep alone last night, and even after drinking more than a dozen bottles of beer, he still couldn't
fall asleep. Finally, dawn broke, but Wan Hong didn't answer his phone. He called the hospital and learned she had the day
off . He rushed over excitedly, thinking he wouldn't call Wang Yongjin again until he'd spent a few hours with her. Wan Hong was sound asleep, vaguely feeling an intense itch in her vulva, yet also a strange pleasure. Then , something warm entered

her vulva , stirring inside. She couldn't help but open her legs, letting out soft moans. After a while, she smelled a strong, familiar masculine scent; she knew it without opening her eyes—it was her man, Wang Yongjin. "Why are you bothering me so early? I'm so sleepy, just let me sleep a little longer ." After being licked like that, her vulva felt empty; she actually felt a strong urge. However, her lower body was still a little sore, and she dared not take the risk, especially since Yongjin's penis was so large; she feared it wouldn't withstand his hardness. Seeing her pale and haggard face, Wang Yongjin couldn't bear it. He thought to himself that he had exhausted her these past few days and that he could relieve his pent-up desire without rushing things. "Alright, you can sleep a little longer. I need to fix the air conditioner in your study. Get up when you're done." "Okay, sure." Wan Hong closed her eyes and fell asleep again. Wang Yongjin walked out of the room and turned left. The study was on the far west side, and he had to pass by his future mother-in-law 's room. He thought about how this woman was gentle and kind, treating him like her own mother, but her life was too hard, suffering from this chronic illness that meant she would be bedridden and need to be cared for for the rest of her life. "Yongjin's here, have a seat." "Oh, thank you, Aunt Qin. You look great today." Seeing Aunt Qin's rosy complexion, Wang Yongjin's heart skipped a beat. He thought, "Aunt Qin is quite pretty." Little did he know that Wan Guosong's earlier teasing had added a touch of allure to Aunt Qin's previously pale skin. Hearing him say that, she blushed again. Wang Yongjin didn't stand on ceremony and sat down on the edge of the bed, the Simmons mattress sinking quite a bit under his weight. Aunt Qin smiled, "Yongjin, you're so heavy..." "Aunt Qin, I'm not too heavy, I only weigh 80 kilograms. Is your bed too soft?" Wang Yongjin grinned and glanced at the air conditioner in the corner, "This air conditioner is alright, the cooling is good. Hmm, why isn't it on?" "I told them not to turn it on, firstly, it wastes electricity, and secondly, the air isn't very good." Aunt Qin looked at her future son-in-law , so strong and robust, and thought, a healthy body is better than anything else! But... when she thought about her husband and daughter's affair, she felt guilty and blushed again. The morning light shone through the curtains onto Aunt Qin's face, adding a touch of color . To be honest, her sallow complexion was even more striking than Wan Hong's. Perhaps due to her long-term illness, she looked much younger than her actual age, appearing to be only in her early thirties, and not at all like a woman in her early forties. If she stood next to Wan Hong, strangers might mistake them for sisters. Wang Yongjin, feeling a bit parched, licked his lips. "Aunt Qin, it's too hot to be covered with a blanket without the air conditioning on. Let me lift it for you." He then lifted the blanket with his hand. Aunt Qin gasped, "Ah, no..." She hadn't expected Wang Yongjin to be so quick; he was faster than...










































Before she could finish speaking, Aunt Qin's bare genitals were exposed.

Wang Yongjin's face instantly flushed red and burned, a surge of heat rushing to his head. The sight before him
was too lewd, too stunning! He had never seen such a beautiful vulva!

Aunt Qin's body was as white as a pear blossom, and what was rare was that her two peach-like lips were arranged side by side between her thighs,
her clitoris trembling and standing proudly in the wind, cherry red, as red as a peony, a national beauty. Wang Yongjin had played with Wan
Hong's vulva hundreds of times, and although that vulva was exquisite, it was far less shocking than her mother's.

"You, you, you... don't look... cover it up!" Aunt Qin was so nervous that her hands became even weaker, she could
only cry out anxiously, but she dared not speak too loudly, for fear of waking her daughter.

Seeing Wang Yongjin's strange expression, his eyes fixed on her genitals, she thought to herself that
her son-in-law had seen her vulva; it would be incredibly shameful if word got out. But she didn't realize that if the two of them kept quiet, who would
know ?

Suddenly, Wang Yongjin stood up abruptly, muttering, "So beautiful, so beautiful, Aunt Qin…
my mouth is so thirsty…" He called out in a low voice, "Aunt Qin, please have pity on me…"

He buried his head between Aunt Qin's thighs, his tongue wishing it could multiply into two, three, all plunging
inside . He licked, gently bit, slowly stirred, finding the taste smooth and delicious, surpassing
any delicacy in the world. Aunt Qin trembled, about to cry out, but quickly suppressed it. The sucking sounds emanating from her vulva
drowned out her soft moans. She knew she hadn't experienced this pleasure in a long time, and under Wang Yongjin
's sucking, she couldn't help but release her first load of fragrant, sweet juices in years. She felt lighter than the wind, her muscles tingling and her
bones melting. She grabbed the panties she had just taken off and bit them, afraid to cry out in pleasure.

Wang Yongjin parted her labia, revealing a vulva as clear as water, with dozens of beautiful lines
shimmering with a reddish glow. The strands of fluid that had seeped from the center had already been sucked clean.

He leaped onto the bed. In the midst of his sucking, he had already taken off his casual trousers.

Aunt Qin looked at his enormous penis in alarm. "No, Yongjin, no..."

Just then, Wang Yongjin's eyes met hers. Their eyes locked, and Aunt Qin saw the
fire burning in his eyes. Remembering her husband's and daughter's debauchery, her heart softened, and she closed her eyes. Seeing this, Wang Yongjin
was overjoyed, knowing that Aunt Qin had tacitly consented.

Afraid that his weight would hurt her, he spread her legs and supported her with his hands. His large penis,
as if guided by instinct, automatically parted her labia and thrust inside. Aunt Qin cried out, then turned her head to the other
side. After all, having an affair with her son-in-law was shameful, even though she had been forced into it,
it was of her own free will. Her vagina was filled to the brim with that enormous penis; she had never
experienced such fulfilling pleasure before. Since her marriage, she had never had sex with any man other than her husband; her delicate vagina had only
ever accommodated her husband's dark, hard penis.

But today, on this hot day, by sheer chance, her decades-long chastity had been
shattered , and by her daughter's man no less.

His penis was powerful and vigorous, quickly scraping against the strong joints and tendons of her vaginal walls. The back-and-forth movement produced countless
acidic and tingling fluids, lubricating his penis. Her vagina was already shallow, and with each thrust of Wang Yongjin's enormous penis, her
core was repeatedly pierced. She felt as if her body wasn't her own; she realized she was about to faint again.

"Good man, Yongjin, I'm going to die... Don't be afraid, keep going." Aunt Qin knew that
her periods of unconsciousness were always very short. Her husband always stopped as soon as she fainted, leaving
her feeling unsatisfied and uninterested. She was also introverted and shy, too afraid to tell her husband, which led
him to target his daughter, ultimately committing a grave mistake.

In his desperation, Wang Yongjin didn't care what she said; he just kept thrusting, not considering that his mother-in-law was frail and
couldn't withstand his abuse. His eyes were fixed on the point where their genitals met. He saw
a fluid, neither watery nor milky, flowing from her vulva. Each time his penis withdrew, it brought out a large patch of
bright red flesh, further arousing his lust.

After a few dozen more thrusts, he heard Aunt Qin moan and wake up. As soon as she awoke,
another surge of fluid erupted from her vulva, drenching the head of his penis. A rich, fragrant scent filled the air, like sweet rain.
She sighed softly, feeling the waves of impact, the pleasure of the massive member moving in and out
was beyond words. Especially as Wang Yongjin penetrated, his hands were not idle, occasionally teasing
her plump clitoris, a pleasurable sensation that left her wet again.

Wang Yongjin bent down, leaning close to Aunt Qin's lips, his tongue gently kissing her red lips. Soon, their
tongues were intertwined, saliva flowing, and he felt a sense of exhilaration and complete relaxation. After a short while,
Aunt Qin couldn't withstand his vigor. Her vulva felt a slight pain, followed by an unbearable tingling sensation. After all, she hadn't had such intense
intercourse in a long time, especially since her partner was a virile individual, like a young tiger descending a mountain, his power overwhelming. "Good man, Auntie is going to
die again… please be gentle…" A moment later, she fainted again.

Wang Yongjin lewdly pulled his penis out. With a "pop," a
thick, milky white fluid gushed from Aunt Qin's vulva. He picked it up; the fluid clung to his hand like glue, seemingly about to drip off. He sniffed it,
then put it in his mouth and sipped it, before turning Aunt Qin over so she was lying face down on the bed, revealing
her pinkish-white buttocks and the mysterious gleam in her vulva.

He flicked his penis, the thick fluid on it tracing an arc on the bed. Then, he climbed on
top of the woman and thrust into her from behind, feeling his penis reach deep into her core.

Sure enough, at his touch, the woman woke up. She moaned softly, "Good man, please
don't come again, Hong'er is home... Later, later, okay?" After the climax of lust, she was the first
to wake up, realizing this wasn't the time for ecstasy. Fortunately, the door had been closed, and they had both deliberately kept their voices down;
otherwise, the noise would have definitely woken them from their slumber.

After his thrusting, Wang Yongjin was also much more clear-headed. Although he hadn't ejaculated,
he was afraid Wan Hong would find out he had slept with her mother, and he would have to give up any thoughts of marrying her. "Ah, dear Aunt Qin...do
we still have a future? A future?" Aunt Qin, leaning against the headboard, was as beautiful as spring, still radiant after the recent tumultuous events.
She exuded a more refined and elegant womanly charm, and was even sweeter than that of a naive young girl.

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