Three Kingdoms Dream

In 184 AD, Zhang Jiao launched the massive Yellow Turban Rebellion in Wei Commandery. However, fate intervened; with the deaths of Zhang Jiao, Zhang Liang, Zhang Bao, Bo Cai, and others, the Yellow Turban Rebellion seemed to be nearing its end. In Nanyang, the last remaining 20,000 Yellow Turban soldiers on a riverbank were surrounded by 5,000 government troops led by the renowned Eastern Han general Zhu Jun, along with armed forces of local gentry. The panicked Yellow Turban army was in complete disarray on the riverbank, jostling and pushing each other. Unfortunate souls were frequently pushed into the turbulent Baihe River and drowned. The morale of the Yellow Turban army was low, and they lacked leadership. The more than 20,000 Yellow Turban soldiers were like a group of startled rabbits, pushing and shoving each other in chaos on the riverbank. In reality, these Yellow Turban soldiers were nothing more than a group of peasants who had taken up arms, replacing their farm tools with swords and spears. Their fighting strength was far inferior to Zhang Jiao's elite Yellow Turban warriors… “It won't be long before the government troops recover their strength, and the end will be for us Yellow Turbans.” Ma Zheng looked up at the sky above; the sky was gloomy, and heavy dark clouds pressed down, making it hard to breathe. A helpless bitter smile appeared on Hu Shang's lips. This was the Three Kingdoms, the Three Kingdoms he had always dreamed of! Of all places to transmigrate to,

he had to transmigrate into the midst of a Yellow Turban army surrounded by government troops. Having just transmigrated, Ma Zheng had no time to use the wisdom of two thousand years later to change his fate. The Yellow Turban army was about to collapse, and he himself would be beheaded as military merit for the government troops. Ma Zheng didn't not want to escape.

Jump into the water? Putting aside the swift current of the river before him, could he guarantee he wouldn't be riddled with arrows and drown? Falling into the water would only make him a sitting duck for the government troops' archers. As for breaking through the encirclement single-handedly, Ma Zheng declared he wasn't a superhero with his underwear inside out. Although his time-traveling perk granted him superhuman strength and reflexes, he wasn't invincible! Lu Bu could charge through enemy lines at Hulao Pass, and Zhao Yun could charge in and out of Changban Slope seven times—that was because they wore fine armor, wielded powerful weapons, and, most importantly, had excellent steeds. And look at himself:

well, he held a standard steel sword, sharp as it was, certainly not some divine weapon. He wore a tattered yellow robe, and although he wore an exquisite silver helmet, how large could that cover? Most importantly: who ever sees someone charging through enemy lines on foot…

Was he really going to just accept his fate, wait to die with the Yellow Turbans, and have his head chopped off by government troops? Ma Zheng never even considered it. Although human life was cheap in chaotic times, he didn't want to die here! He hadn't even seen a single beauty from the Three Kingdoms... "Even if I die, I'll take some people down with me." As a seasoned international mercenary, Ma Zheng wasn't lacking in the courage to fight to the death.

Taking a deep breath, Ma Zheng gripped his steel sword tightly, stepped out from the crowd, and walked to the riverbank. He turned back to look: the narrow riverbank was teeming with people, a dark mass, at least 20,000 strong. If these 20,000 Yellow Turban soldiers could fight with their backs to the river, overcoming their fear of death, they might be able to fight the government troops. Ma Zheng bent down, picked up a broken sword from the ground, and forcefully slashed it against the back of his steel sword. The two blades clashed, producing a clear, resonant sound that drowned out the clamor of the crowd and attracted the attention of the surrounding Yellow Turban soldiers. These soldiers turned to look at Ma Zheng, their eyes filled with fear and confusion. Meeting the bewildered eyes of the Yellow Turban soldiers, Ma Zheng, his heart pounding, roared, "I can see from your eyes that you're afraid to die! I'm the same; I'm afraid to die too.

But continuing this shoving won't save our lives..." The surrounding Yellow Turban soldiers pricked up their ears, listening intently to Ma Zheng's words. Their quiet demeanor attracted the attention of the Yellow Turban bandits around them, and more and more joined in...

"Today, we are surrounded by government troops. We've been chased for a long time and a great distance, but we have 20,000 men, while they only have 5,000. They're chasing us while wearing those iron suits. We're exhausted, but they're even more exhausted; otherwise, they would have already attacked..." More Yellow Turban soldiers noticed the unusual situation. They gradually stopped shoving and began to listen silently to the hope Ma Zheng described. In a short time, Ma Zheng successfully attracted the attention of the vast majority of the Yellow Turban soldiers, and the shoving on the riverbank gradually subsided... In front of the government troops, Zhu Jun looked at the gradually quieting Yellow Turban soldiers with surprise and asked, looking around, "What's going on?" The bandit commotion seemed to have subsided. Liu Bei spurred his horse forward and said to Zhu Jun, "General, it seems someone among the bandits is shouting in front of their lines, trying to boost morale." A cold glint flashed in Zhu Jun's eyes, and a cruel sneer appeared on his lips. He said in a deep voice, "

Interesting, very interesting. Let's see what else he can do." Sun Jian, who was standing solemnly to one side, shaved his eyes with his hand and looked towards the riverbank. He saw a burly man, eight feet tall, standing in front of the bandit ranks, raising his arms and shouting. His resounding voice could be faintly heard even from afar… Seeing that he had attracted the attention of most of the Yellow Turban soldiers, Ma Zheng leaped onto a stray warhorse and shouted, "Before us is a raging river, behind us are vicious government troops! We have no way out! These wicked government troops will not give us a way to live. Surrender means beheading, drowning means death. Either way, we're going to die. Why don't we fight to the death with the government troops?!" Pei Yuanshao pushed through the crowd to the front of the line, his face flushed and his eyes gleaming with a chilling killing intent. He raised his arm and shouted, "Fight to the death!" "Fight to the death!" Zhou Cang, with his dark face, had also arrived at the front of the line at some point and joined Pei Yuanshao in the shout. "Fight to the death!" More and more Yellow Turban rebels joined in the roar, their despair and frustration ignited by Ma Zheng's words! As the saying goes, extremes meet, and even a rabbit cornered will bite; the extremely repressed Yellow Turban army went completely mad! They forgot the death of their Great Teacher Zhang Jiao, the murder of Generals Ren and Di, and the countless fallen comrades; they had only one thought in their minds: "When men die, birds fly to the sky; we all have two shoulders and one head, who's afraid of whom…" Having successfully ignited the crowd's anger, Ma Zheng spurred his horse around, brandishing his steel saber at the northern government army's main force, and roared hoarsely: "Charge…" Countless Yellow Turban soldiers followed suit, wildly wielding their weapons and surging forward like a flood… The shouts and roars of tens of thousands fueled Zhu Jun's murderous intent. He wanted to use blood to tell these Yellow Turban rebels: never try to challenge the authority of the court; it will only lead to your own destruction.

Zhu Jun swung his right arm and coldly shouted: "Archers, prepare!" "One thousand archers, their expressions grim, rose from the ground, unbowed their longbows, and began to prepare their quivers… 'Heavy infantry, prepare!' Four thousand heavily armored infantrymen, clad in thick armor and carrying large wooden shields, rose to their feet and, at the officer's command, formed a neat infantry formation. The heavy infantry and archers advanced slowly, marching in unison and chanting rhythmically. Five thousand elite soldiers formed an unstoppable, rolling torrent of iron, crushing the surging Yellow Turban rebels.

With the officer's stern shout, 'Release the arrows!' One thousand archers coldly drew their bows, nocked the arrows, drew the strings fully, and then released… A thousand arrows formed a dense cloud in the air, tracing a 'beautiful' arc before raining down upon the surging Yellow Turban army."

Continuous screams echoed from the Yellow Turban army ranks as countless soldiers fell to the ground, wailing under the hail of arrows. But the Yellow Turban rebels did not collapse; no matter how many fell, they never retreated a single step. Soon, close combat ensued. The thin ranks of the government troops crumbled under the frenzied charge of 20,000 men, barely causing a slight pause in the Yellow Turban flow before collapsing. Zhu Jun, watching from the rear, clearly saw the heavily armored infantry in the front ranks using their ring-pommel swords to behead or pierce the stomachs of the Yellow Turban soldiers, but the frenzied force of the charge simply pushed them down and trampled them into a bloody pulp. The Han army's formation crumbled, and the two armies became entangled in a fierce melee. The fearless Yellow Turban army astonished Zhu Jun: a heavily armored infantryman had just stabbed a bandit in the stomach with his sword when he was knocked down by a club; a group of Yellow Turban soldiers had just killed a Han soldier lying on the ground when they were beheaded by the Han army... The chaotic battle continued into the night. Hungry and thirsty, and relying solely on momentary courage, the Yellow Turban army was eventually defeated by the Han army's strong armor and sharp blades, and scattered and fled. Ma Zhao was closely followed by Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao, as well as the hundred or so men who had initially tried to resist... Ma Zhao haphazardly put his conspicuous helmet on the head of a dead Yellow Turban soldier, and led Zhou Cang and the others away. Zhu Jun's army, while cleaning up the battlefield, found the "bandit chief" who had caused them such heavy losses at the edge of the battlefield... In the first year of Zhongping, the country suffered a severe drought, and the people had no harvest. Zhang Jiao raised the banner of rebellion, and people from all over the country responded. The Han court was powerless to suppress the rebellion, so it issued an edict ordering each county to recruit its own volunteer soldiers to suppress the bandits. Outside Wancheng, the capital of Nanyang Prefecture, lay the Zou Family Village. Although the Zou family had never produced a high-ranking official, they were undoubtedly the most powerful family in Nanyang.

The elder brother, Zou Jing, and his younger sister, Zou Yuniang, were known as the "Twin Pillars of the Zou Family," their fame resounding throughout Nanyang. After the emperor issued an edict to raise troops to suppress the Yellow Turban Rebellion, the Zou Family Village, deeply threatened by the Yellow Turbans in Nanyang, immediately raised funds to form a volunteer army of about 500 men, electing Zou Jing, one of the "Twin Pillars," as its commander. Zou Jing, young and promising, was recommended for his filial piety and integrity and entered the court as a court official. After the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out, he was recommended by Liu Yu, the governor of Youzhou, to serve as a county magistrate in Wan County. After becoming the commander of the volunteer army, Zou Jing trained his men while actively contacting Qin Jie, the governor of Nanyang. That day, Zou Jing received an order from Prefect Qin Jie, instructing him to lead a group of volunteers to assist in suppressing a small group of Yellow Turbans. Eager to make a name for himself, Zou Jing quickly set off with 450 volunteers. Before leaving, he instructed his sister, Zou Yuniang, to relocate the clan to Wancheng in a few days… Meanwhile, an uninvited group arrived in the mountains outside Wancheng – remnants of the Yellow Turban forces from Nanyang, led by Ma Zheng.

The battle at the riverbank had thoroughly established Ma Zheng's prestige among the people. Now, no one dared to question his words among this small, roaming Yellow Turban group. To ensure a better life, Ma Zheng helped the others build houses, hunted in the mountains with them, and occasionally robbed wealthy merchants for extra money. One day, a Yellow Turban scout reported: a small troop of Han soldiers was carrying many large boxes towards them. "General, let's kill them..."

Ma Zheng, seeing the surging crowd, came up with a brilliant idea: he selected some kind and clever soldiers from the Yellow Turban Army, dressed them in merchant's clothes, and had some of the others disguised as bandits to attack the "merchants," while the others prepared to ambush the government troops. On the main road, Zou Yuniang sat idly on horseback, directing her soldiers to move clan property. Just as she was getting bored, "General Zou, we've spotted a caravan being besieged by bandits ahead..." "Great! Leave 10 men to carry the goods, and the remaining 50 will come with me to rescue them..." Zou

Yuniang, new to the battlefield, easily led her men into the bandits' encirclement. Lacking experience, she didn't notice anything unusual. As soon as she rushed in, Zou Yuniang realized something was wrong: the two groups had been fighting for a long time, but there wasn't a single body... "Kill..." "Charge with me!" Zou Yuniang shouted, spurring her horse and brandishing her spear, charging directly at Ma Zheng, who was giving orders. "Kill!" Ma Zheng roared, advancing instead of retreating to meet Zou Yuniang. But soon, Ma Zheng realized his decision was disastrous. The beautiful, seemingly frail female general before him seemed capable of easily subduing him.

Although Zou Yuniang was more beautiful than a flower, with skin as white as snow, and her white robes and silver armor accentuated her combined martial prowess and allure, the elusive, lightning-fast spear in her hand sent chills down Ma Zheng's spine—like a frog being targeted by a venomous snake! Zou Yuniang's unpredictable spear easily bypassed Ma Zheng's longsword. Once again, seeing the spear aimed at his throat, Ma Zheng roared and swung his sword with all his might to parry, but the expected clash of sword and spear did not occur.

"Damn it!" As Ma Zheng's strike missed, he lost control due to the excessive force and stumbled forward several steps, exposing his back completely to Zou Yuniang.

Seeing this, Zou Yuniang's beautiful eyes lit up, and a triumphant smile curled at the corners of her pretty lips. She swung her silver spear, using the momentum to sweep it fiercely towards Ma Zheng's back. Zou Yuniang thought to herself, "If this spear hits, this strong, ox-like fellow will have no choice but to surrender. With the leader captured, these bandits will soon be caught. Let's see who dares to underestimate me then..."

Ma Zheng seemed to sense something was wrong, but the spear was too fast for him to turn and dodge. He could only instinctively take two steps forward, and the silver spear struck him heavily in the back with a loud "thud." Ma Zheng groaned and collapsed to the ground, then fell still.

A smug smile flickered across Zou Yuniang's fair face as she turned and shouted, "The bandit leader has been captured! Lay down your weapons and you will not be killed!" In that instant, Ma Zheng, who should have been unconscious, sprang to his feet, grabbed the binding ropes on Zou Yuniang's back, and pulled hard. Caught off guard, Zou Yuniang was yanked from her horse, landing with a thud that left her dizzy. Before she could react, a gleaming longsword was already pressed against her swan-like neck. Soon, the captured soldiers were wiped out, and the Zou clan's centuries-old wealth became Ma Zheng's spoils.

In the mountain stronghold, in Ma Zheng's bedroom, Zou Yuniang lay on her side on the bed, her hands and feet bound together, her high, rounded buttocks a captivating sight. Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she were enduring something with great difficulty. Her delicate and shy appearance was extremely cute.

As if sensing Ma Zheng's burning gaze, the pained expression on Zou Yuniang's face became even more pronounced. Looking at Zou Yuniang's shy and cute expression, Ma Zheng's gaze grew increasingly intense. He reached out and slapped Zou Yuniang's high, upturned buttocks hard. "Ah!" Zou Yuniang squeezed her legs tightly, enduring the discomfort coming from her lower abdomen... "Haha, not bad, that sound is really nice." He said, raising his large hand again. Zou Yuniang, who was struggling to relieve herself, saw Ma Zheng reaching out to slap her again. Her face turned red as she said, "You...can you relax for a moment? I...I need to relieve myself..." She then tightly closed her eyes. Ma Zheng looked at Zou Yuniang, who was trying to cover up her actions, and said, "Call me 'husband' and I'll let you go!" "You...you're dreaming." "You won't call me?" As he spoke, Ma Zheng's left hand slapped Zou Yuniang's pert buttocks repeatedly, while his right hand went between her tightly closed legs, gently caressing her through her undergarment...

The electric-like pleasure from her buttocks and the caressing between her legs made Zou Yuniang feel a faint heat flowing between her legs. Shame and indignation, Zou Yuniang said to Ma Zheng angrily, "Good husband, please let me go..." Ma Zheng pulled out several thin silver needles from the bedside and inserted them into Zou Yuniang's joints, loosened the ropes, and said, "Now you stay in the room obediently. The toilet is under the bed. If you dare to run around, I'll whip you..." After saying that, he strode away.

Late at night, Zou Yuniang looked at her long shadow under the lamp, thinking about her beautiful face and youthful beauty, yet she was destined to live with thieves, not knowing what fate awaited her. Just then, with a "bang," the door was kicked open by Ma Zheng, who staggered in, his eyes glazed and reeking of alcohol. Seeing Ma Zheng "visiting" in the middle of the night, Zou Yuniang jumped up like a startled rabbit, "You...you...what do you want to do...don't come any closer...ah..." Ma Zheng pushed away Zou Yuniang's hands that seemed to be trying to stop her. Zou Yuniang, whose acupuncture points had been cut with silver needles, staggered back to the bed, her legs buckling as she fell backward onto the bed.

马召一步跨到榻前，左手按住挣扎的邹玉娘，右手揪住她的战裙领口用力往下一扯，只听“嘶”的一声，邹玉娘的衣衫已经被生生撕裂，外衣连同小衣一起被撕下一大片，白花花的肌肤正透出莹白如玉的诱人色泽，那一对饱满挺翘的双峰颤巍巍似乎要撑破肚兜的束缚，马征的视线逐渐变得迷乱，变得灼热……附身张嘴含住一颗鲜红的樱桃，轻轻的啃咬，粗糙的舌头不断拨弄着敏感的乳头，一双大手在邹玉娘光洁的娇躯上肆意活动，粗糙的手指划过肌肤让邹玉娘不停颤抖……

马征粗糙的大手摩挲着邹玉娘羊脂般光洁莹白的肌肤，然后狠狠握紧她胸前那两团丰满的雪峰，饱满的乳峰在马征粗糙的大手里不断地变幻形状，滑腻的触觉令马征的眼神霎时灼热起来，邹玉娘虽然只有十七岁，可是因为练武的关係，娇躯已经发育得非常丰满，该凸的地方凸，该凹的地方凹，平坦的小腹上没有一丝多余的脂肪。白晰的粉脸上已经涌起一抹潮红，羊脂般的娇躯也开始轻轻扭动起来。“真是一颗熟透的蜜桃啊”马征感慨一声，然后紧紧搂住她美丽的娇躯，粗糙的大嘴封住她嫣红的小嘴上，火热的舌头纠缠着她那绵软的丁香小舌，强健的胸肌摩挲着她胸前的雪兔……

良久，唇分，两人之间连起一道淫糜的银丝。看着玉靥升霞的邹玉娘，马征用力分开邹玉娘试图紧夹的修长的美腿，粗糙的大手划过迷人的缩骨；翻过高耸的雪峰；抚过平坦的小腹直线而下；那火热的触感让邹玉娘的芳心都开始轻轻颤抖起来，编贝似的玉齿紧咬着嫣红的柔唇，强忍着马征带来的快感而不愿呻吟出声，但她的鼻息正变得越来越粗重、越来越灼热。

马征的嘴角绽起一丝邪恶的微笑。粗糙的大手最终停幽谷深处那只丰满的水蜜桃上，粗糙的手指挤开柔腻的蜜肉在邹玉娘的蜜穴内轻轻扣挖，盈盈的蜜露正从那个熟透的蜜桃绽开的裂缝里溢出，濡湿了马征的手指，马征将手指从蜜桃内抽离，在摇曳的烛光下，只见一丝晶莹正在他的指尖缠缠绵绵……“看，你的蜜汁哦！来自己尝尝……”说着把沾满蜜汁的手指放在邹玉娘的小嘴里轻轻搅动……

抽出在邹玉娘小嘴里作怪的食指，伸手搓揉把玩她胸前的玉乳。同时那根肿胀发硬的大肉棒，正在她美丽的桃源处轻刮着那两片一开一合的肉唇。听着邹玉娘越来越粗重的喘息，马征将火热的坚挺对準那条正不断吐露的细缝用力一顶，壮硕的身躯重重地压在邹玉娘柔软的娇躯上，粗大的阳具一下子挤入那道狭窄、湿润的花瓣裂缝之中，粗糙的大手捧住了邹玉娘雪白的翘臀，在抽泣的邹玉娘耳边说道：“为夫来啦！”说完劈开她紧夹的双腿，火热的大肉棒直接贯穿了邹玉娘那薄薄的处女膜，肉棒的前端重重的撞在柔软的花蕊上，邹玉娘那双被迫劈开的修长滑腻的美腿，在这有力的一顶之下，本能的紧紧夹住马征粗壮的虎腰，紧咬柔唇的小嘴发出似爽似哭的呻吟，美丽的泪珠就像断线的珍珠一样，内心翻江倒海：“自己是马征的俘虏，所以他随时都可以享用自己的身体，这是他的权力！

不…不是的……是这个混蛋强暴拉自己，我应该恨他，对恨他……”

马征听着耳边传来邹玉娘那娇媚的喘息声，下身火热的肉棒被她蜜穴内的嫩滑肉壁紧紧夹住，大量的蜜汁汹涌而出，战意激昂的马征就着淫热的蜜汁在邹玉娘美妙的身娇躯奋力耕耘着：火热的肉棒把娇嫩的蜜道撑得大大的，深深的没入粉红的桃源之中，进进出出之际带出丝丝白浊带红的混合液体。马征不时将肉棒拔出大半，再旋磨着重重插入邹玉娘的蜜穴内……认为自己应该深恨马征的邹玉娘。此刻双臂紧紧搂住马征的脖子，修长的美腿紧紧夹着他粗壮的虎腰，火热的娇躯无意识的扭动着，丰满的双峰摩擦着马征强健的胸膛……战意激昂的马征乾脆扛起邹玉娘那双美腿，将她折成一个大大的“v ”字，粗大的肉棒更加深入她紧凑的蜜穴之中，一下、两下、三下……随着马征每一次重插，邹玉娘那娇媚的呻吟也随着响起，终于伴随着马征一声虎吼，滚烫的精液重重的击打在邹玉娘高潮后极度敏感的花蕊上，邹玉娘柔软的娇躯一僵，被吻得微微发肿的小嘴大大的张开，活像一条脱水的美人鱼。

半个时辰后，马征的卧室里再度响起令人血脉喷张的呻吟声。床上，邹玉娘乖巧的趴在床上，马征挺着赤红的肉棒从后面深深的刺入邹玉娘湿滑的蜜穴，在淫液的润滑下，火热的肉棒顺利挤开肉唇进入蜜穴直达花心。马征只觉的肉棒前端似乎刺在一团棉花上，一团湿滑温热的软肉紧紧的包裹住故地重游的旅客，温暖滑腻的触感让马征几欲疯狂。还没等到马征开始再度抽插，邹玉娘那娇嫩蜜穴的肉壁开始不停的蠕动收缩，那种难以形容的美妙快感像潮水一样狂涌而来，马征深吸一口冷气将快感压制下去。然后把胀得发痛的肉棒向外稍稍抽出一点再猛的向蜜穴深处用力插去。“啊！”突如其来的重插让邹玉娘小嘴里发出娇媚的呻吟声，看着英武的女将在自己的跨下婉转娇啼，马征禁不住开始卖力的挺动起来……

邹玉娘那柔软、挺翘的美臀与马征坚硬的小腹在“啪啪啪”的交媾声中被撞得通红，湿漉漉的蜜穴被从后面插入的大肉棒塞得满满的，大肉棒一下接一下缓慢而有力的抽插让火热的龙头有力的刺激着娇嫩而敏感的花蕊，阵阵酥酥麻麻的快感随着大肉棒的抽插慢慢向全身扩展，让她的嫣红的小嘴里发出一连串的娇媚呻吟声。马征伸手拉住邹玉娘晶莹的小手，胯下的肉棒开始快速而兇猛的重插，发誓要彻底摧毁她的防线。「啊……啊……」邹玉娘那挺翘的美臀配合着马征一次又一次的快速重插不断扭动着，马征就像一个纵马狂奔的骑士，滚烫的肉棒在邹玉娘的诱人的小穴里疯狂进出着……

从花心深处传来的灼灼热感烫得邹玉娘双眼翻白，小嘴里发出了越来越大的尖叫声……随着邹玉娘一声高亢而舒畅的尖叫，弹性惊人的火热娇躯一僵，小腹一阵收缩接着浑身颤抖起来，高潮就这样降临了！蜜穴深处的花蕊中喷出一股股温腻的阴精，完全陷入肉慾的邹玉娘一边喷洒着阴精一边拚命地扭动着娇躯，大量的淫水在肉棒进出的空档被挤压着喷出！我第一次感受到她滚烫的热流，自然大量的淫水被挤压着喷出了体外！两世为人的马征感受着这滚烫的热流，更加卖力得干着，巨大的龟头重重地连续撞击在阴精狂涌的花蕊上，似乎要把邹玉娘的花心戳穿！邹玉娘的小穴不由自主地收缩，慾望的闸门訇然中开开，阴精哗然而洩，汹涌的程度更胜刚刚。马征双手紧紧握住她丰盈的淑乳，龟头紧紧顶在花蕊上，接受阴精的洗礼，享受嫩穴内蜜肉一鬆一紧的吸吮。爆发边缘的马征认真的把每一下都插到邹玉娘蜜穴的最深处，享受着蜜穴带来的无穷快感。终于硕大的龟头毫不留情地顶开蜜穴深处的娇蕊深入到邹玉娘的子宫之中，一大股浓热的精液重重的击打在她粉嫩子宫壁上。一声婉转的哀啼" 啊！" 从邹玉娘小嘴里爆发出来……

高潮过后的邹玉娘整个人就像一只乖巧的猫咪乖乖地蜷缩在马征的怀里沈沈睡去。

翌日清晨，马征在朦胧中听到耳边传来女子的啜泣声，伸手往旁边一揽。一具香喷喷的娇躯被马征搂在怀里，马征伸手轻轻抚摸着邹玉娘光滑的雪背说道：

"Alright! Stop crying! We've already done it all, what's there to cry about? From today onwards, you're my woman!" Hearing the increasingly loud sobs beside him, Ma Zheng, extremely annoyed, looked at Zou Yuniang, whose face was streaked with tears, and a destructive desire rose within him. He pulled his menacing penis from her swollen vulva and pressed Zou Yuniang's pretty head against his crotch. His erect penis was wet, covered in semen and vaginal fluid, with traces of blood on it. "Yu'er, come and lick me clean..." "Who...who is your Yu'er?" "Last night, your husband called out! Still trying to deny it? But it's okay, I'll help you remember..." As he spoke, he thrust his hot, thick penis into Zou Yu Niang's delicate mouth. The large penis stretched her small mouth wide open, her fine teeth gently scraping against the constantly moving penis. Her slippery, delicate tongue was constantly stirred by the large glans, and the "mixture" on the penis slowly merged into her small mouth and was slowly swallowed...

With Ma Zheng's heavy thrust, the hot glans went deep into Zou Yu Niang's tender throat, and the soft flesh in her throat kept squeezing her... An uninvited guest, Ma Zheng, squinting his eyes, pressed down on Zou Yuniang's beautiful head, enjoying the intoxicating pressure...

Zou Yuniang felt the penis in her throat growing hotter and larger, but under Ma Zheng's control, she couldn't escape his grip. Resigned, she closed her eyes... With a low growl from Ma Zheng, a gush of hot semen spurted from his penis. Her mouth was completely filled, so she had to swallow it all. The thick, hot semen slid down her esophagus, the heat spreading to her limbs and bones. The soul-stirring pleasure left her completely limp on the bed, a deep, flowing sensation...

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