Semen container

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Ah Jie, a middle-aged security guard of about 45, was patrolling the Wenhua Building that afternoon.

The building had 15 floors, with three suites on each floor (east and west sides) and a shared toilet on each floor. The facilities in both the suites and public areas were quite good, and the average rent wasn't cheap. Located in a remote part of the city, this building was actually a case of false advertising; it had applied for commercial use but illegally converted into residential space. Due to the number of occupants, there was no management committee, and it was temporarily managed by the developer, so its condition was predictable.

Ah Jie would patrol the building every day during his free time, starting from the top floor and walking down each floor. When he reached the door of apartment 3 on the 10th floor, a pair of black high-heeled sandals on the floor caught his eye, making him stop and look down. Two young, single office ladies lived in this apartment. "

It must be one of the pretty girls, Ms. Lin," he thought, looking at the shoes. "She's on vacation, the other is at work."

Memories of Miss Lin surfaced in his mind: her usual office attire of a shirt and skirt, her long, beautiful legs clad in flesh-colored sheer stockings and black high-heeled sandals.

Except for his floor, which was quiet and deserted, he bent down, picked up one of the high-heeled sandals, sniffed it, pressed the side of the shoe against his crotch, and rubbed it back and forth several times with a lewd and smug expression before putting it back and continuing his patrol down the stairs.

Behind the counter next to the glass door on the first floor, only the cleaning worker, Old Zhang, was there. He sat back in his chair, legs crossed, scrolling through his phone, occasionally chuckling. When A-Jie went upstairs to patrol, he would help watch the counter.

Old Zhang was a 60-year-old man. Due to his past heavy labor, he was about 90 kilograms overweight, but his body remained strong. His current cleaning job was more than enough for him. Besides smoking and visiting prostitutes, he had no other vices. He heard footsteps approaching the counter, looked up to see A-Jie, called out a greeting, and continued scrolling through his phone.

Ah Jie responded to him, pulled out a chair and sat down. After a moment, as if remembering something, he asked, "Hey, old man, we're off tomorrow, how about we go to our usual spot for a quickie tonight?" "Oh, kid, go have some fun," Old Zhang said with a chuckle while scrolling through his phone, it was unclear whether he was laughing at him or at his phone.

What's wrong with the old man lately? Ah Jie wondered, looking at him.

Ah Jie was of medium build, and because he loved drinking beer, he had a pregnant-looking belly. They lived in the same apartment building, right behind the Wen Hua Building, an old building without an elevator. Old Zhang lived on the third floor, and Ah Jie lived on the first floor; they were old neighbors.

The two of them had a habit of visiting prostitutes to relieve their lust, and occasionally they would go together. For the past two months, Ah Jie had asked him to go with them, but he had refused, which he found strange.

"Old man, really not going?" Ah Jie asked again. "Recently, a college student started working at Brother Li's place, a young girl, fair-skinned and tender, with a pretty face and figure. She's off school and goes to earn money. I guarantee that after you see her, your dick will get hard and you'll want to go for it." Old Zhang glanced up at him slightly, then looked down at his phone again. Seeing that he wasn't interested, A-Jie stopped talking.

"I'll go downstairs to collect my things and then come back up." Old Zhang connected his phone to the charger, put it in the drawer, and got up from the counter.

A-Jie yawned and stretched in his chair. Bored, he got up and sat in the chair Old Zhang had just been in, opened the drawer, took out his phone, and started browsing. He knew the old man's phone had pornographic videos, so he clicked into the video folder and browsed the titles. There were a bunch of titles like "Busty Female Teacher," "Beautiful Wife of a Brothel," and "High School Girl Escort," among others. One of them had no title, so he clicked on it out of curiosity to see what the plot was like.

This untitled video was only 2 minutes and 15 seconds long. The video started with a man and a woman having sex on the bed. The woman had her back to the screen, her long blonde hair was tied up in a bun, and she looked like a foreign woman. She straddled the man, her back straight, revealing her entire white back, twisting her hips, and moaning in a foreign language.

Ah-Jie initially thought it was just a regular porn video, until he saw the faces of the blonde woman giving the men oral sex and realized they were people he knew. Although the woman's face was only shown in profile, he recognized her as Chen Yating, the resident of apartment 3 on the 12th floor, with her long dyed blonde hair, green contact lenses, and foreign-looking attire. He judged the man's face, based on the angle, to be 80% Cao An, the kid who often came to see Yating. He stared at the video, filled with doubt.

When Old Zhang returned and saw Ah-Jie scrolling through his phone, he assumed he was playing a game, but Ah-Jie asked about the video.

"Old man, this video isn't from the internet, where did it come from?" Ah-Jie shook his phone.

Old Zhang knew he recognized the people in the video and couldn't fool him, so he scratched his head awkwardly and sat down to tell him the whole story. (The details are in the previous chapter and will not be repeated here.) "You're really bold," Ah-Jie said, staring at him with wide eyes, then chuckled. "They really are having an affair, just like you said before. But it's really shameful that the girl took Mr. Zhan's money and was messing around with other people behind his back." Old Zhang was a little agitated, and said in a low voice, "You absolutely can't tell anyone, especially not Mr. Zhan!" "The girl will be in trouble?" Old Zhang nodded, worried that if he told others, the video would be exposed and could no longer be used. So he told him about how he had blackmailed Ya Ting and had sex with her several times, urging him to join in, to let him know the use of the video, so that he would keep quiet.

Ah Jie patted his beer belly, hesitated for a while, and then agreed. This was something Old Zhang had expected, knowing that Ah Jie was also a lecher, and that he would most likely join in.

"You old man," Ah Jie laughed and nudged him, asking, "If you hadn't accidentally found the video, you weren't planning to tell me?" Old Zhang shrugged and smiled awkwardly.

"No wonder you kept making excuses when I asked you to go to our usual place for sex a while ago," Ah Jie said. "So you've been sleeping with that girl all along." Just as the two were talking about Ya-ting, the blonde, green-eyed Ya-ting, wearing a short skirt and dress, carrying a small handbag, and clicking high-heeled sandals, walked in through the glass door. Ya-ting was a young woman with an oval face, fair skin, long dyed blonde hair, and green contact lenses, dressed like a foreign woman.

Ya-ting spotted Mr. Zhang nearby in public, sitting behind the counter. A hint of embarrassment flashed in her eyes as she avoided eye contact; Mr. Zhang looked directly at her without looking away, as if nothing had happened between them.

"Hi~ Uncle." Ya-ting raised her hand holding the small handbag and waved it twice to A-jie, giving him a familiar wink and smile, ignoring Mr. Zhang beside him.

"Girl." A-jie stood up and nodded and smiled in response, the image of the blonde woman giving a blowjob in the secretly filmed video flashing through his mind.

"Uncle, how's that thing I asked you for help with?" she asked, her green eyes fixed on Ah-Jie.

"Oh, the second floor of the twelfth floor," he said, his gaze lingering on Ya-Ting's shapely figure.

"The apartment next to yours is moving at the end of the month. I gave him your friend Dai-Ling's phone number." "That's great! It'll be so convenient to contact Dai-Ling anytime now." She said happily, brushing a strand of blonde hair from her shoulder.

"The apartment on the tenth floor downstairs is also moving in two months. The rent is a bit cheaper, maybe..." "No problem, no need. Thanks, Uncle, I'll treat you to something nice." "What I mean by 'something nice' is..." He looked at Ya-Ting's low-cut dress, which accentuated her cleavage.

The foreign-looking Ya-ting was very open-minded and would make lewd jokes with the building manager and Old Zhang. After they chatted for a while, Ah-jie sat down and said to Old Zhang after she entered the elevator, "I've been thinking something strange. Lately, that girl has been ignoring you. You used videos to blackmail her into having sex, and he hates you now." Old Zhang chuckled. "I was just trying to scare him." He asked Old Zhang with a lewd look, "You've had sex with that girl several times, haven't you?" "She's fair-skinned and tender, very enjoyable. She's good at both sex and blowjobs, and she makes a lot of moaning sounds!" He said smugly. "

It's just that she speaks in a foreign language during sex, so I don't understand what she means. It's like having sex with a foreign girl." "I think that girl probably takes medication regularly, right?" He nodded. "Of course she does. At first, she lied and said she didn't take medication and insisted that I wear a condom before she would have sex with me."

Several times I used condoms, but then I realized something was off. They coaxed me out of it and found out that the girl was a regular customer and took birth control pills every day. She was lying to me. After a few times, I didn't need condoms anymore.” “So, it doesn't matter how you ejaculate?” He chuckled.

“Of course. Every time I ejaculate inside her pussy,” he said, stroking his thick arm and a smirk.

“Unlike the prostitutes we used to go with, who always used condoms.” “You said you'd let me participate, when can I…” He touched his semi-erect penis through his pants, looking eager. He'd always been into blonde, green-eyed Ya-ting, and of course he wanted to have sex with her.

He said thoughtfully, “I'll talk to that girl tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“That’s right. I’ll coordinate with you on what to say so you can get her.” He chuckled smugly. "I made plans with that girl two days ago. We've been having sex several times at the old apartment building behind ours." Ah Jie could only rub his penis and watch helplessly as he waited for news.

That night, on the third floor of Old Zhang's old apartment building

, Old Zhang lay naked on his single bed. The blonde, green-eyed Ya Ting, wearing only a thin lingerie top and black stockings, straddled him and started having sex, the mattress creaking. They had started more than ten minutes earlier.

Ya Ting had been coerced into having sex, and she just wanted to finish and leave quickly.

"That's exactly how I like it. Ohhh yeahhhh..." Ya Ting pressed her back against his abdomen, moaning with pleasure, her rhythmic piston-like movements stimulating his penis, her buttocks slapping against his thighs.

"Yesssss! Feels so fucking good." She twisted her buttocks, rubbing the head of his penis against her vagina, making Old Zhang look incredibly happy.

The foreign-looking Ya-ting, dressed in a sheer lingerie outfit and black stockings, sat on him, giving him a full view of her, a thrilling experience that left Old Zhang breathless with each thrust.

"Oh! yeahhhh oh yes! oh yes! yes!—let's get fucking dirty tonight…" she shouted wildly, her voice growing louder and her movements more rapid, her long blonde hair bouncing as her buttocks repeatedly slammed against Old Zhang's thighs.

After a while, Old Zhang leaned back on the bed, satisfied, puffing on his cigarette. An ashtray sat on a small table beside him, his still-erect penis lolling against his bent leg. Ya-ting washed herself and sat on the edge of the bed, putting on her bra. Her lingerie and stockings lay beside her.

Old Zhang exhaled a puff of smoke, scratched his head, and said, "Little sister, there's something I need to tell you." Ya-ting turned to look at him as she put on her bra.

"That Ah-Jie... he's the uncle you know. He knows about the video and what happened between us." "What!" She was startled and stopped what she was doing. "You didn't keep your promise?" "He took my phone to play with while I was away and accidentally found it." He pretended to lower his head, looking annoyed.

"Oh dear! Uncle, how could you be so careless?" She worriedly clenched her fist and punched Old Zhang's thick chest. "How did Uncle Ah-Jie know about us?" He lied. "He kept asking where the video came from, and said he'd seen you coming to my house a lot lately, and that we were acting strangely... I got nervous and he tricked me into telling him." "You're just making things difficult for me!" she said nervously.

"Don't be nervous, little sister." He said, smoking a cigarette. "I told him to keep it a secret." "What did he say?" "He said he wanted to be with you like I am..." He flicked his cigarette in the ashtray and chuckled. "He seems to really like you, I can keep it a secret." That bastard! Ya-ting thought to herself, understanding the implication, sighed helplessly, and continued putting on her bra.

"Uncle, if this happens again, I... I won't give in." Uncle Zhang knew what was going on, acting meekly, and after a while, he chuckled and asked, "He and I are free tomorrow, we can arrange a meeting for you, little sister, is that okay?" Ya-ting glared at him, lowered her head, frowned, and thought for a moment before saying irritably, "Two o'clock in the afternoon." "There are other people at his house, it's not convenient, you can borrow my room." "Then Uncle, you..." Uncle Zhang's place wasn't big, he and Ya-ting were having sex in a small room of about two square meters. The small room had a glass door and a screen door leading to the balcony, but only a floor-length curtain leading to the living room.

Uncle Zhang chuckled. "You two are doing it in the small room, what's wrong with me being in the living room?" Ya-ting bent her knees to put on her thong, feeling a little uncomfortable, but then thought it didn't matter and let it go. The following afternoon, Ah Jie, who lived on

the first floor of the old apartment building on the third floor of Mr. Zhang's old apartment building, arrived at Mr. Zhang's house half an hour early. The two were dressed in their underwear and shorts, chatting on the small sofa in the living room. "Old man, you didn't push your sister too hard, did you?" Ah Jie asked. "I know my limits. If I push her too hard and she doesn't give in, she won't get any pleasure later. Are you really going to give the video to Mr. Zhan?" Ah Jie looked at him without answering, thinking about Mr. Zhan, who had a triad background. It wasn't just a simple beating for Ya Ting's sister . "Actually, we used to get along quite well, chatting and laughing. Even if my sister really didn't give in, I wouldn't distribute the video. We don't have any deep-seated hatred." Mr. Zhang chuckled and said, "I just want to scare her a little, make her give in out of fear, and then have some sex with him without a condom." "Let's keep it low-key, so that later..." He touched his penis, and the two understood each other without saying a word. "At first, we went to my sister's suite to have sex, but then I felt it wasn't right, so we moved to this old apartment building." Ah Jie got up and lifted the curtain on the back wall to look into the small room, which was where Old Zhang usually slept. There was a single bed, a wardrobe, a shelf, and on the small table, besides an ashtray, a can of lubricant and a half-empty pack of toilet paper. "Looks like you and your sister have been having a great time in there," Ah Jie said. He grinned and said, "That little slut, she's unbearable." "Old man, you should also ask them to clean the trash can; the room smells like semen." "Okay, okay, I'm numb to it. My sister didn't say anything. You're the only one with a keen nose." "You even made your sister wear that stuff?" He pointed to the lingerie and stockings under the small table. Old Zhang knew what he meant and chuckled. The two chatted for a while when there was a knock at the door. Old Zhang nodded in acknowledgment, and A-Jie went to open it. He saw Y-Ting, who looked like a foreign woman, standing on the stairs outside. She was wearing a spaghetti-strap tank top, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, and her long legs were visible beneath her short skirt, clad in flip-flops. "Little sister, you're here." A-Jie smiled, his eyes lingering on her breasts, which seemed about to burst out of her neckline, accentuated by her bra. Y-Ting lowered her head, pouted , and rubbed her arms. "Uncle." She stomped into the living room and saw Old Zhang lounging on the small sofa, watching TV nonchalantly. She then headed towards the small room where they had sex the night before. A-Jie, his erection still throbbing, followed behind her, exchanging glances with Old Zhang. "Uncle, he... um, did he tell you?" Y-Ting sat on the edge of the bed, awkwardly tossing her hair. "Of course. The old man and I will keep it a secret, don't worry, little sister." He chuckled as he took off his clothes, his penis erect and swollen, the head pressing against his beer belly. He swayed as he sat down next to her. " That bastard," she cursed inwardly as she removed her clothes piece by piece until she was completely naked. Ah Jie was surprised to find that her pubic hair, like her head, was dyed blonde. She grabbed some lubricant from the small table beside her, squeezed some onto her fingers, and smeared it into her vagina, running it along her labia. She just wanted to finish and leave, cooperating with the sex as she always did with Old Zhang.

Ah-Jie chuckled as he watched her rubbing his penis. "Little sister, give me a blowjob first." Old Zhang approached the partition wall of the small room, lifted the curtain slightly, and peeked inside. He saw Ah-Jie standing by the bed, and the blonde, green-eyed Ya-Ting kneeling between his legs, giving him a blowjob. She held Ah-Jie's thighs, her mouth tightly around his glans, rotating her hand that gripped his penis, and pushing it forward with a popping sound.

"I want my tongue over every inch of your cock and balls," Ya-Ting said as she watched him masturbate, licking from his scrotum up his penis to the glans, giving him a blowjob for a while, then switching back and forth.

Ah-Jie, like Old Zhang, couldn't understand foreign languages and didn't know what the blonde, green-eyed Ya-Ting was saying. They looked at each other and grinned. Old Zhang went back to the small sofa in the living room, sat down, and lit a cigarette.

Ya-ting blew on him for a while, her legs getting sore from squatting. She got up and pushed him towards the bed , saying, "Lie down."

Although A-Jie didn't understand, she pressed his shoulders and pulled him onto the bed, guessing that she wanted him to lie down.

Ya-ting turned around and knelt on top of him in a 69 position. She reached up to his neck, lifted the blonde hair that was hanging beside his face, and pushed it to the other side.

"You make me think the nastiest thoughts," Ya-ting said playfully, rubbing his penis and glans, then lowering her head to lick his urethra while gently massaging his scrotum, making A-Jie tense his buttocks and moan with pleasure, his breathing becoming rapid.

A-Jie held his penis and rubbed and blew on it for a while. Unable to restrain himself, he hugged her, rolled over, and pressed her onto the bed. He dipped his fingers in the blonde pubic hair and the wet lubricant from her vagina, rubbed his penis, pushed the glans against her vaginal opening, and thrust his hips forward, inserting his entire penis and fucking her.

From the small room came the sounds of Ya-ting moaning and the bed shaking. Old Zhang put his cigarette on the ashtray, went over, and lifted the curtain slightly to peek inside. Because the single bed was placed parallel to the living room wall, with the foot of the bed facing outwards, he could clearly see that A-Jie was kneeling on the bed with his limbs spread out, Ya-ting was lying beneath him with her legs crossed and hooked around her waist, a towel on the floor, and his penis was thrusting into her vagina.

"Fuck me mercilessly." Ya-ting looked at him with a lewd expression and said, "Treat me like your dirty little whore."

A-Jie's face was contorted with rage as he stared straight at Ya-ting's face, his hands roughly kneading her soft breasts, exhaling heavily as he thrust his hips and pounded into her vagina to satisfy his lust. The four legs of the single bed rubbed against the tiles and shook, making a creaking sound.

Old Zhang watched them having sex, his desire throbbing, and he touched his erect penis through his pants.

A-Jie pressed down on her soft breasts, his elbows on the pillow, slowly withdrawing his penis, leaving only the glans inside, then forcefully thrusting it all the way in, slamming it against her cervix, again and again.

"Ohhh! Yeahhh—ohhh! Yeahhh…" Ya-Ting cried out in ecstasy, wrapping her arms around his neck, her long legs like snakes, rubbing against his waist and hips.

This little slut, Old Zhang thought. He sat back on the small sofa, picked up a cigarette and continued smoking, touching his erect penis as he looked towards the small room, wishing A-Jie would finish quickly so he could go in.

A-Jie grabbed her wrists under her pubic hair, pulled her arms straight back, crossed them, and began thrusting, his face contorted with rage. Her breasts swayed softly like jelly with each movement.

“Ohhh yes! You fuck like a champion—ohhhhhh…” Ya-ting cried out with pleasure.

Ah-jie, panting heavily as he thrust, gripped her wrist tightly; her breasts swayed violently. After a while, his scrotum contracted, he shuddered with a "fuck," and his glans hit her cervix, ejaculating. He cried out in ecstasy and his legs went limp.

“Uncle, let me remind you again, we need to keep our promise, just like we promised before,” Ya-ting said. She squatted by the bed, holding some toilet paper in her hand, using it to pad the semen that had been expelled from her buttocks.

“If you behave well in the future, Uncle will cooperate too,” he smiled slyly, implying that they should maintain this relationship.

Holding his half-erect penis after ejaculation, he brought the glans to her mouth, indicating that she should eat the remaining semen.

“Uncle, you’re such a bastard,” she said irritably, squatting on the ground, holding his half-erect penis, sucking on the glans, wiping her vulva with a few sheets of toilet paper, and stuffing some inside to plug it up.

Old Zhang sat on the small sofa in the living room with his legs crossed. Seeing Ah Jie lift the curtain and walk out of the small room, he chuckled and asked, "Didn't I tell you that girl was amazing?" He grinned and nodded, touching his limp penis after ejaculating. "So tight, so satisfying!" Ya Ting walked out of the small room naked and composed, her golden pubic hair damp with a mixture of lubricant and secretions. Her vaginal opening was stuffed with toilet paper. She slowly walked towards the toilet, gathering her long golden hair into a bun on her head, preparing to wash herself and leave. Seeing this, Old Zhang chuckled and got up, grabbing her from behind with his thick arms.

"Little sister, I'm here too." Old Zhang hurriedly dragged her back to the small room, removing the toilet paper from her vaginal opening. Then he pulled down his pants, revealing a rock-hard penis, and made her lie face down on all fours.

"Oh, old man, I have to go now!" Ya Ting said unhappily, hands on her hips.

Old Zhang, his face lewd, chuckled as he rubbed his erect penis with his rough hands. "My dick was rock hard from calling for you earlier, I just needed to relieve this urge. Even though we didn't make plans, since you're here..." "We'll make plans next time, I have to go," she said irritably, turning to leave the small room where they had sex. But Old Zhang used a combination of coaxing and threats, half-persuasion, half-intimidation, pushing her onto the bed

. Ya Ting reluctantly complied with his earlier request, adopting a doggy-style kneeling position. She just wanted the old man to ejaculate quickly so she could finish, shower, and leave.

Old Zhang knelt behind her, eager to satisfy his lust. He pressed his penis against her lower back, guiding it to her buttocks. The head of his penis pressed against her wet, golden pubic hair, and he thrust forward, his stomach slapping against her buttocks with a loud thud, her breasts jiggling as his entire penis plunged in, hitting her cervix.

Ya-ting's buttocks were being slapped repeatedly, her breasts swaying back and forth, and the four legs of the bed shaking violently.

Old Zhang stopped, his penis half-inserted into her vagina. He changed from a kneeling position to a half-squatting position with his legs spread, leaning forward and straddling Ya-ting's buttocks, gathering her long blonde hair and holding it tightly.

"Scream, you little slut!" Old Zhang urged, slapping her buttocks as he fucked her.

Seeing that Ya-ting didn't respond, he slapped her buttocks hard.

"Eek!!! Ouchhhh—" Ya-ting cried out in pain as the hot red slap landed on her buttocks.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yes! Oh yes! Take me from behind now, doggy style."

Seeing her obediently cooperating, Old Zhang continued slapping her gently. Old Zhang

didn't understand foreign languages and didn't know what the blonde, green-eyed Ya-ting was saying, but he found it very enjoyable, thinking he was having sex with a foreign woman. He rode her like a cowboy on horseback, the disparity in their physiques making it seem like he was riding a tiny pony. He held her long hair as a rein, slapping her buttocks with his hands behind her back, grinning and having a great time.

"That's exactly how I like it. Ohhh! Yeahhhhh— Ohhh! Yessss—" Ya-ting continued to shout, afraid of getting another painful red slap on her buttocks. Plus, Old Zhang weighed almost twice her weight, and being roughly ridden on her backside was very uncomfortable. She hated this old man.

After urinating and pulling up his pants, A-Jie walked out of the bathroom and went into a small room next door where there was a lot of noise. He saw Ya-Ting kneeling on the bed like a dog, with Old Zhang straddling her ass and fucking her. He was gripping her long blonde hair,

pulling it, and slapping her buttocks while yelling. Old Zhang seemed to get tired of squatting, so he released his grip on the long blonde hair, knelt back on the bed, and breathed heavily. Ya-Ting also took the opportunity to breathe heavily. After a while, Old Zhang placed his hands on her lower back, his stomach slapping against her buttocks with a loud slap, and continued fucking her.

A-Jie stood beside Old Zhang watching him fuck, his gaze occasionally landing on Ya-Ting's anus.

"You make me feel so fucking sexy," Ya-Ting teased him, while he fucked her, brushing aside the loose strands of her long blonde hair. She just wanted the old man to ejaculate quickly and finish.

Old Zhang, breathing heavily, thrust forward, his stomach slapping against her buttocks with a series of loud thuds, causing Ya Ting's body to tremble. She nudged Ah Jie, who was standing nearby, and said, "Hey kid, get me a pack of toilet paper from the table." Ah Jie hesitated for a moment, his gaze leaving Ya Ting's anus, then grabbed a pack of toilet paper from the small table and handed it to her. He placed it on Ya Ting's buttocks and continued thrusting for a while—"Yessssss! Fuck me, massive cock!!! Fuck me!!!" Ya Ting kicked her legs, screaming like she'd taken an aphrodisiac.

"Oh! Oh—oh—fuck your mother!" Old Zhang couldn't help but shout with pleasure, his testicles contracting, his stomach slapping against her buttocks, his body shuddering, his penis jerking up and down, the head of his penis hitting her cervix as he ejaculated.

"Cum over?" Ya-ting asked, rubbing her buttocks against the glans inside her vagina, saying, "I want your

cum dripping out of me." Old Zhang pulled out some toilet paper from Ya-ting's buttocks, placed it under her vagina, and slowly pulled out his penis, letting the semen drip onto it. He patted Ya-ting's buttocks. "Little sister, catch it with your hand." "Old man, you're so annoying, you've wasted so much of my time," Ya-ting said unhappily, squatting under the bed with the toilet paper under her.

"Alright, little sister, don't be angry. Next time, we'll arrange it in advance," Old Zhang said obsequiously, then grinned and said, "Besides, you've been so cooperative, and nothing's happened." Ya-ting threw the toilet paper containing the semen into the trash can, took a few more sheets to wipe her vaginal opening, stuffed some inside, glared at him, and walked out of the small room towards the toilet.

The following afternoon, Mr. Zhang, a cleaner at the Mandarin Suites building

, was wiping the glass doors on the first floor with a soft cloth and cleaning agent when Mr. Jie, the building manager, stood by the counter and chatted with him.

"Ms. Lin from apartment 3 on the 10th floor this morning didn't have her motorcycle helmet, so I lent her one," Mr. Jie said. "Later, we secretly checked the security camera footage and found out it was that guy next door who took it." "That hermaphrodite?" "That's right, that guy. We didn't tell him outright to save face, but he wouldn't admit it. We had to embarrass him by showing him the security footage before he'd admit it." "Kid, if you hadn't told me before, I would still think he was a woman. Turns out he's a man, damn it." "Little Chen on the night shift, I really hate him. He says he never sleeps at night, always coming and going, I don't know what he's doing, and he always gets into trouble." "Now I remember," he paused, "that bag of trash in the stairwell on the tenth floor was also carelessly thrown away by that hermaphrodite, thinking nobody would notice. Damn it! He didn't tie it properly and just threw it there, the bag was filthy, and a bunch of stuff fell out." As the two were chatting, blonde, green-eyed Ya-ting and her friend Dai-ling walked in from outside the building and greeted them together. Ya-ting's cheeks flushed slightly, and she avoided eye contact, while only Dai-ling responded with a giggle.

Dai-ling's figure was just as hot as Ya-ting's, both being young girls of similar age. Dailing had short black hair, while Yating had long, dyed blonde hair. Unlike Yating, who wore green contact lenses and dressed like a typical foreign woman, Dailing's face looked more youthful than Yating's; though an adult, she resembled a teenage schoolgirl.

Old Zhang smiled at Dailing. "Little sister, it's been a while since I've seen you." "Uncle, me too," Dailing replied with a smile.

Old Zhang grinned, his gaze sweeping from her waist and shapely legs beneath her shorts before turning to Yating and asking, "When is your friend moving in?" "Early next month," Yating pouted, tugging at Dailing's sleeve, signaling her to hurry up and leave. "Oh, right,"

Dailing suddenly remembered and said to A-Jie, "Uncle, thank you for helping me find this room." "If you need any help while staying here, you can come to Uncle and Grandpa." A-Jie looked at Dailing's childlike face, scratched his chin, smiled, and turned to look at Yating. "We're both very good people, aren't we, sister?" "Mmm..." Ya-ting nodded in response, then tugged at Dai-ling's sleeve and whispered, "Let's go." Old Zhang and A-Jie acted as if nothing had happened with Ya-ting yesterday, behaving as if they were old friends. Ya-ting, however, was different. "

Okay, thanks, Uncle." Dai-ling smiled at A-Jie. Not knowing why Ya-ting was in such a hurry, she was pulled towards the elevator.

Taking advantage of Dai-ling's back being turned, Old Zhang clenched his fists at his waist, swaying his hips back and forth, grinning at Ya-ting, indicating that he had enjoyed sex yesterday afternoon.

Ya-ting glared at Old Zhang, pulled Dai-ling into the elevator compartment, and then closed the door.

"Old man," A-Jie asked, "Do you know that girl? Is she an adult?" "Dai-Ling?" "That's right, Y-Ting's friend, the one from earlier. I haven't seen her many times, we're not close." "She's about the same age as Y-Ting, early twenties." A-Jie recalled Dai-Ling's childlike face, her high-pitched voice, and her childish mannerisms.

Although she had a figure as hot as Y-Ting's, he still couldn't quite believe she was an adult.

"Are you sure?" A-Jie asked with a suspicious look. "That look..." "Dai Ling's voice is naturally soft and sweet, and with her baby face, it wouldn't be surprising if you thought she was a child." Five days later, in the evening, on the third floor of Mr. Zhang's apartment, A-Jie was lying on the small sofa in the living room, wearing only an underwear on his upper body and shorts and boxer shorts pulled down to his ankles; the blonde, green-eyed Ya-Ting was naked except for a thin gauze lingerie, her long hair tied back in a ponytail, kneeling on his lap and the sofa, a towel on her bottom, her vagina covering his penis, and he was thrusting. Mr. Zhang sat on a small single sofa next to A-Jie.

"Hey, little sister, slow down, slow down—" A-Jie put his hands on her sides, breathing rapidly, looking like he couldn't keep up.

"Ohhh! Yeahhhhh— ohhh! Yeahhhhh…" Ya-Ting ignored him, her movements rapid, her hands on the back of the sofa, her back straight, her blonde ponytail hanging down her back, swinging back and forth.

"Damn it! One number short!" Old Zhang exclaimed excitedly. Leaning forward, he placed his phone and lottery ticket on the glass tabletop, forked a piece of salted chicken from his plate, and ate it while saying, "One number short, only won the second prize. Two tickets, after tax, thirty-two thousand." "Everything feels so damn good. Ohhh—yes! yes! yesss!!!" she shouted wildly, her buttocks slapping against his thighs, relentlessly stroking his penis to extract semen.

"Oh!, oh—oh!—" Ah Jie's buttocks tightened, his penis, along with his testicles, was pulled up and ejaculated.

Old Zhang took a sip of iced tea, forked a piece of salted chicken, cucumber slices, and dried tofu, and stuffed them into his mouth. While chewing, he mumbled to A-Jie, "Kid, I think I'm pretty lucky. I've won three times in the last six months." Ya-Ting said smugly, "I'm going to blow you better than a pro could." A wet tissue in her hand was pressed against the base of her penis. As she lifted her hips and pulled out, she grasped the penis and used it to cushion the semen that was expelled from her vagina.

"Old man, you're lucky, huff—" A-Jie panted as he looked at him. "Before, I could only win three hundred yuan at most on a single bet." "I should go pray," Old Zhang said, getting up and chuckling as he walked over to A-Jie's side, urging

him on. "Kid, you sit over there. Sister, it's my turn, my turn."

Ah Jie got up and switched places with Old Zhang, sitting on the single sofa. Old Zhang took off his pants, revealing a rock-hard penis, and lay down.

Ya Ting just wanted to deal with them and leave. She put her hands on Old Zhang's shoulders, squatted on his thighs, grabbed his penis with her other hand, pressed the glans against her vulva, and sat down on his thighs, sliding the entire penis inside.

Ya Ting twisted her hips in circles, her cervix rubbing against the glans, saying, "You make me want to be so naughty."

"Oh! Oh—he… fucking good!" Old Zhang shouted with a look of pure bliss.

"Why is it iced tea? Old man, you forgot to buy me beer?" Ah Jie wiped his wet penis with a wet wipe, forked a piece of salted chicken from the plate, and looked around the table looking for something.

“Oh! Yeahhh—nothing tastes better than your cum.” Ya-ting pressed her hand against Old Zhang’s shoulder, her vagina covering his penis, her legs raised and her buttocks moving in a piston-like motion.

“Kid, go check the fridge, there should be a few cans left.” Old Zhang lifted Ya-ting’s thin gauze skirt with both hands, his rough palms reaching up to grab her swaying breasts.

To keep A-jie’s mouth shut about the video, Old Zhang encouraged him to team up and blackmail the blonde, green-eyed Ya-ting.

Ever since A-jie last time fucked her vagina without a condom and ejaculated inside her, he had tasted the flavor of that girl and developed a taste for it. Whenever he had the chance, he would arrange with Old Zhang to have Ya-ting come to this old apartment so they could do whatever they wanted with her.

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