migrant workers playing with mature female prostitutes

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Da Liu, 26 years old, is a young man from the mountains of Hubei who came to Beijing to work. Three older men from his village came with him. Da Liu worked with them on a construction site for six months, but couldn't bear the constant exposure to wind, sun, and rain. He begged the foreman for his wages and escaped. Da Liu had never suffered like this before! He left his bedding with his coworkers and fled like a prisoner on death row.
Sitting on the stone steps by the subway station, Da Liu spent three hours planning his future. Finding a place to live and a job were his immediate priorities, but even more urgent was filling his stomach and then finding a woman to have sex with. He hadn't been with a woman for six months, except for watching porn with his coworkers on an old DVD they bought for 50 yuan and then masturbating in bed.
As he aimlessly squeezed onto a bus heading south, Da Liu felt his stomach rumbling. He couldn't help but burp. A woman in a black dress, almost as tall as him, turned her head away in disgust and covered her mouth.
"Damn, you look down on me? One day when I'm rich, I'll ride you for three days and two nights!" Da Liu glanced sideways at the woman's neckline. "Damn! This woman is so slutty, half her breasts are showing." Da Liu involuntarily leaned closer. The woman in the black dress had very white and full breasts, and the neckline was low, revealing a deep cleavage. Da Liu was a little distracted, his mind filled with images of naked women in porn movies, and his penis quietly stood erect.
Suddenly, the bus braked sharply, and the woman's body was thrown against Liu by the inertia. "Ouch!" she screamed, clutching her buttocks and crying out, "Pervert! Catch the pervert..." Liu's head buzzed, and his penis went limp. He knew that just as the woman pushed in, his uncooperative penis had landed right between her soft buttocks! Feeling guilty, he squeezed towards the door. His fears were unfounded; the crowded bus spontaneously made way for the "pervert."
The bus scraped against a Buick that had forced its way into the lane. The driver opened the doors for everyone to disembark, and Liu, disheveled, was the first to rush out, followed by whispers and snickers.
"Nobody dares to hit a pervert." Suddenly, Da Liu grasped the first evil law of life.
He wolfed down two bowls of rice and a plate of stir-fried pork at a Chengdu restaurant by the roadside, feeling a surge of energy, especially his startled penis, which had now regained its vitality, its testicles wriggling restlessly, his whole body burning with heat.
Strolling along the moat on the north bank of the Second Ring Road, a gentle breeze cleared his head. He re-examined his life plan from an hour ago, nodding in satisfaction. Only the immediate problems remained: Where to find a place to stay? And where to find a woman?
"Young man, are you looking for a place to stay?" A woman's voice came from behind. Da Liu turned to see a middle-aged woman with short hair, barely reaching his shoulders, holding a roll of colorful papers, her eyes smiling as she looked at him.
"Ah, how much?" "Da Liu asked, squinting, adopting a roguish air. 'Nobody dares mess with a thug,' he thought to himself.
'15 yuan a night, 300 yuan a month, four-person room, shower included,' the woman said, not avoiding Da Liu's somewhat lewd gaze.
Da Liu quickly calculated how long he could stay at that price, then nodded. 'Okay, let's go see.' The woman excitedly rushed over, grabbed Da Liu's arm as if afraid he'd change his mind and run away, and dragged him through several alleys into a row of bungalows. The narrow streets and dirty puddles didn't feel unfamiliar to Da Liu; it did resemble his hometown in some ways! But he still couldn't help frowning.
The woman led Da Liu to a row of houses with signs that read 'Wangcai Hotel.' Inside, a robust middle-aged man sat shirtless, gulping down a bottle of beer; a large dragon was tattooed on his back.
" "Could this be a rip-off?" Da Liu felt a little uneasy, but he stubbornly refused to leave.
"Brother Li, we have a customer," the middle-aged woman said, releasing Da Liu's arm and bowing obsequiously to the shirtless man.
"Gulp..." The man burped, grinned, revealing two gleaming gold teeth, and asked, his eyes slightly glazed with drunkenness.
"Just one night, I need to catch the train home tomorrow," Da Liu lied, thinking that this explanation would prevent the man from refusing to stay longer.

"Fifty-one nights?" The man with the gold teeth's face fell, and he grabbed the bottle and gulped down the liquor.
"No, isn't it fifteen?" Da Liu stammered, feeling uneasy.
"Oh, young man, the fifteen-night rooms are six-person rooms, too crowded, and all full. The fifty-night rooms are two-person rooms, just for you, much better. You're going home, wouldn't it be more comfortable..." The woman beside him, Da Liu, kept talking and pulled him towards the courtyard.
Looking at Da Jinya's broad, bare chest and the huge blue dragon tattoo on it, Da Liu felt a chill. He was a pragmatic hero; he knew that when faced with a bully, a petty thug had no choice but to admit defeat.
Reaching a small room of less than three square meters at the corner of the courtyard, Da Liu sat down somewhat dejectedly. The narrow bunk bed with its dirty-looking bedding made him feel cheated by the short woman, but he... Alone and having been scammed, he figured he might as well accept it. Fifty yuan it was; as long as his wages, as precious as his life, were still there, he wasn't afraid of anything. Besides, this room was much better than the stinking shack. Da Liu drew the curtains, quickly pulled out 200 yuan from his hidden pocket, wrapped the rest in a cloth, and stuffed it under the old wooden table by the door.
Just as he lay down on the bed, the short woman who had led him there slipped in silently like a ghost. Da Liu sat up abruptly.
"Young man, looking at you so energetic, haven't been with a woman in a long time, have you?"The middle-aged woman walked over and sat down next to Da Liu, putting her arm around his shoulder. Da Liu then noticed she had changed into a sleeveless vest; he couldn't tell if it was gray or white. He could smell the musty odor of her sweat, but this slightly sour smell only intensified his arousal.
"You lied to me once, don't try to lie to me again," Da Liu said, feigning indignation, his brow furrowed and his expression angry.
"Young man, it's just thirty yuan more. You've made a fortune in Beijing, you can stay in a nice room and go home to live a good life. Besides, I won't treat you badly. If you're willing to play, I'll give you the best price, fifty yuan a time." As she spoke, the middle-aged woman reached out and accurately grasped Da Liu's slightly erect penis.
Damn! His manhood was being grabbed; what was there to say? "Twenty," Da Liu said, giving the middle-aged woman's breasts a squeeze. The two small, soft mounds of flesh were far inferior to those of the woman in the black dress.
"Fine, thirty for shooting, stop dawdling." The middle-aged woman finished speaking and quickly took off her vest. Her small breasts drooped lifelessly, so small that it almost chilled Da Liu's heart. The dark nipples were particularly conspicuous, even smaller than they felt! Da Liu cursed inwardly.
"Take them off," the woman urged Da Liu as she unzipped her pants.
"Damn, what a loss," Da Liu sighed, his disappointment turning into a hidden anger. He quickly stripped off his clothes, his penis already bulging with rage, the thick shaft veins throbbing, the purplish-red glans still glistening in the dim light. This was the extraordinary feature of our protagonist, Da Liu. Usually, it was hidden beneath his not-so-strong body, showing no flair, but only at times like this could Da Liu reveal his ferocity.
The middle-aged woman let out a soft "Ouch," clutching a condom, and slumped onto the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on Da Liu's penis. Da Liu shoved her down, leaned over, and spread her legs. His erect penis thrust haphazardly between her thighs. The woman reached out and grasped the penis that was involuntarily arousing her, twisting her body. Her already loose vagina was instantly filled by Da Liu's penis. She frowned and gasped.
Da Liu, ignoring the woman's strong body odor, began thrusting wildly. There wasn't even a hen on the construction site. Aside from pornographic films and the occasional glimpse of the manager's wife's bra and panties hanging outside her door when passing by, he felt no other women existed in the world. This woman, though old and loose, was still a woman!
Da Liu, pinning the middle-aged woman down, was filled with images of foreign women in pornographic films—their breasts as large as balls and their bare, pink, and wet vulvas. The iron bed beneath him creaked and groaned rapidly. The woman soon began to moan softly, her face flushed red. Unable to break free from Da Liu's strong body, she could only grip the iron frame of the bunk bed tightly, desperately twisting her neck.
In the gray twilight of Beijing, in the dilapidated and filthy bungalow of the urban village, a crude act of intercourse continued with the most primal movements. Accompanied by the creaking of the bed, the middle-aged woman moaned "ooh, ooh" for about ten minutes, then suddenly her eyes rolled back, a long, mournful cry escaping her throat. Her body stiffened and arched upwards, her hands gripping the iron pipes at the head of the bed tightly. Da Liu knew the woman had reached orgasm. At this moment, her every move resembled that of Widow Ma from the village entrance who had once enlightened him. Da Liu hadn't yet felt the urge to ejaculate; to be honest, this woman didn't arouse him much… A suffocating silence filled the room. Da Liu got up and sat on the edge of the bed, taking out a cigarette from his pocket. The middle-aged woman was panting heavily

, lying sprawled on the iron bed like a pile of rotten flesh, her thick pubic hair clumped together between her legs. "Young man, you…you're too strong. I…I can't handle you," the middle-aged woman said, turning over and supporting herself on the bed, exhaling heavily and coughing violently a few times.
"Thirty for ejaculating, I haven't even ejaculated yet," Da Liu chuckled inwardly, but his expression remained serious—yes, very serious.
"Alright, I won't charge you," the woman said, turning to get off the bed. "I'll find you a young lady, she'll charge more than me, but she'll definitely satisfy you." She picked up her clothes, put them on, and as she opened the door to leave, the middle-aged woman glanced back at Da Liu. There was no malice in her eyes, but rather a tenderness that stirred Da Liu's heart, just like when Widow Ma saw him off late at night.
Da Liu grabbed his pants and wiped his wet penis, smelling it. The dirty pants had a fishy, foul odor. Da Liu was tormented by inner turmoil, like a caged beast in heat, his penis erect.
Less than five minutes after the middle-aged woman left, she brought in a tall woman. Da Liu couldn't tell her age; maybe twenty-three or twenty-four, maybe twenty-seven or twenty-eight, but much younger than the other woman. She was almost as tall as him, and, most importantly, her breasts looked quite large.
"Young man, this is my sister, Ailing. She's never been married before. I guarantee you'll be satisfied. Only 100 for a one-night stand." The middle-aged woman seemed to have regained some energy, and her speech quickened again.
"Fifty," Da Liu replied expressionlessly, sitting on the edge of the bed smoking, his trousers covering his still erect penis.
"Don't ask for fifty, how about eighty? That's settled, pay up first." The middle-aged woman held out her hand to Da Liu.
"Take off your clothes," Da Liu pointed at Ailing, deliberately gripping his pockets tightly.
"Oh, brother, look at you, are you afraid I'll run away?" The young woman twisted her body, coiling around Da Liu like a snake, while unbuttoning her pink short-sleeved shirt, revealing most of her two full breasts, making him dizzy. Da Liu swallowed: These are much bigger than Widow Ma's! Now that's what a woman is like! I haven't touched real breasts in over half a year!
The middle-aged woman took the money, turned around, and left, closing the door behind her.
Da Liu's eyes were fixed on Ailing's white breasts, watching her strip off her clothes one by one, his penis seemed to grow even thicker. Without thinking, he pushed Ailing down on the bed, burying his face between her swollen breasts, licking them greedily, saliva dripping from his mouth onto her chest.
Ailing chuckled, picked up a condom from beside the pillow, tore it open, reached for Da Liu's penis, and skillfully put the condom on his glans, casually stroking it. Da Liu trembled slightly at her touch.
This woman had so little pubic hair! He rolled over and straddled Ailing, following her guidance, accurately thrusting into her vagina. Even through the latex, Da Liu could feel that Ailing's vagina was tighter and wetter than the middle-aged woman's. He had no time to think further, thrusting forcefully, the "smack! smack!" of the impact causing the iron bed to shake violently.
This eighty yuan was definitely worth it! Da Liu gripped Ailing's breasts tightly with both hands, his penis piercing deeply inside her, releasing the almost perverse desires suppressed for over half a year. He tried to cover Ailing's mouth, but she shook her head away.
Ailing enjoyed Da Liu's vigor; she cupped his head in her hands, pressing it tightly to her chest, letting him kiss and bite her. The feeling of being expanded and filled in her lower body was slightly painful, but also an unprecedented tingling sensation.
Da Liu's thrusting became faster and faster, and Ailing couldn't help but cry out loudly. Unlike the middle-aged woman's soft moans, Ailing's cries sounded somewhat exaggerated. Oh! Oh! So good! Oh! Again! Again!
Da Liu could tell she was enjoying being fucked, and a surge of pride rushed to his head. He thrust even harder, each stroke penetrating deep into the ground like a tireless ramming machine. He gripped Ailing's breasts tightly, kneading them forcefully.
Ailing thoroughly enjoyed being pounded by Da Liu's thick penis, occasionally twisting her hips to avoid being penetrated too deeply or in pain. She didn't know how much energy this short migrant worker still had to release. Based on her two years of experience as a prostitute, she could easily play with him a little longer, but she couldn't bear to miss this unprecedentedly large penis. He knew his pussy was gushing with juices, and an orgasm seemed imminent—who says prostitutes don't feel anything? Any woman would be tempted by such a large penis and such a strong, energetic young man! Ai Ling
nudged Da Liu, signaling him to stop. Just as Da Liu pulled out his penis, they both froze: the condom was covered in white, sticky fluid, and the small pouch at the tip was torn!
No time to worry! Ai Ling turned around and knelt on the bed with her back to Da Liu, "From behind!" She was already panting heavily, and looked back at Da Liu, who seemed to be still hesitating.
Da Liu had seen foreigners having sex with women from behind in pornographic films, but he had never actually tried it himself. He and Widow Ma only knew how to have sex in missionary or woman-on-top positions. He tore off the condom that had already split open, grabbed Ailing's buttocks, and thrust into her wet vagina with a "plop," but his head slammed against the upper bunk bed with a "thud."

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