Isn't it common sense that idols should thank their fans with their bodies?

Author: shana00

Isabella, one of the world's most sought-after idols, is not only the Queen of the British Empire (albeit a former one), but also the wife of that legendary man. Beyond that, she holds the most captivating identity—a goddess. Isabella and her best friend, Lydia, the Italian goddess, hold world tours annually, boasting a large and enthusiastic following worldwide.
Like the traditional British royal family, Isabella is noble and elegant, exuding the innate pride of royalty in every gesture. At the same time, she possesses one of the most popular attributes among men—a haughty and charming personality. As an idol, Isabella enjoys considerable popularity worldwide. Lydia, the other goddess, has long, fiery red hair. After being "developed" by Lin Youde, her figure became increasingly curvaceous, creating a striking contrast with her innocent and adorable demeanor. After being "possessed" by Lin Youde, she served as his performance goddess. Her experience touring the German army for a long time earned her countless fans.
As usual, Isabella and Lydia began their tour performance. The huge stage was packed with audience members, a cacophony of voices and a frenzied atmosphere . Fans waved glow sticks, held up banners of all sizes, and wrote on whiteboards, eagerly awaiting their idols' appearance.
Backstage in the preparation room, a similar scene unfolded.
Isabella was sandwiched between two men, her legs held in the arms of the man in front of her. Both her vaginal openings were filled with thick, dark penises, thrusting in and out through the soft flesh. The white fluid constantly overflowing from her vagina indicated that the two men had already ejaculated inside her at least once, yet they continued their relentless assault. After all, she was a high and mighty goddess, a queen, the woman of that man—any one of these identities would ignite the men's possessive desires.
Meanwhile, Lydia, another member of the group, is "breastfeeding" a man. Radiating boundless maternal instincts, she enjoys playing the role of a mother during sex, as if the sense of transgression, like adultery with a child, brings her even greater pleasure. With one hand, she guides her breast into the mouth of the man leaning against her thigh, while the other hand strokes his erect penis.
It all began with Lydia's touring performances within the German army. The German soldiers, living on the edge of life and death and long deprived of sex, swarmed upon Lydia's appearance, relentlessly ravishing her all night. Although not every one of them could match Lin Youde's penis, the sheer number of them, the intense sense of transgression, and the boundless pleasure allowed her to experience the joy of being a woman. From then on, every one of her performances devolved into an orgy.
After Isabella and Lydia started performing together, although their affairs with the production team members subsided somewhat, the truth eventually came out. One day, Lydia and the producer were having an affair in the office when they bumped into Isabella, who had come to see the producer.
"What...what are you doing..." Stunned by the scene before her, Isabella stood frozen in place, her mind a complete mess.
"Isabella...it's not like that, listen to me...Eeeeeeeahhh—" Lydia's words were interrupted by a powerful thrust from the producer.
"Lydia, describe to your partner what we're doing." The producer half-reclined on the sofa, enjoying Lydia's service. Even after Isabella discovered them, Lydia didn't stop twisting her waist and swaying her hips.
"No...it's too embarrassing, I can't say it..." Lydia's voice was already trembling with tears.
"If you don't listen, I won't do it to you anymore." The producer threatened with a cold smile.
"No! I'll talk, I'll talk." Lydia finally couldn't hold back anymore, large tears welling up in her eyes. With some difficulty, she allowed the producer's penis to be inserted into her body, turned around, and said to Isabella, who was still stunned at the door, "Producer... Master... is using his big cock to fuck my cunt..."
"Is my cock bigger or Lin Youde's?" the producer pressed.
"Yours, yours... of course it's Master's big cock... the inside of the sow idol is already in Master's shape..." Lydia cried out in despair, her lower body wide open, her labia completely exposed to Isabella's eyes. Isabella, who came from royalty, had never seen such a scene before. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The first thing she did after regaining her senses was to run away, leaving Lydia, who was convulsing and gushing with lustful fluid, behind. She turned and ran back to her room, lay on the bed, and couldn't calm down for a long time.
"Lydia is with the producer... How could this be..."
"She looks so comfortable... I've never seen any of my sisters look like that before..." "
The producer's... it's so big... if it goes in..."
…
Isabella's mind was a jumble of thoughts, and just thinking about the producer's massive penis violating Lydia made her body heat up... It was comparable to Lin Youde's, even a bit thicker. Lin Youde had many concubines, and she enjoyed world tours; the couple hadn't done it in a long time. Although Isabella didn't want to admit it, her body craved it.
"Click—" The sudden sound of a door opening interrupted Isabella's reverie.
Due to limited space, Lydia shared a room with her. Isabella was about to greet Lydia when she heard another voice that terrified her.
"Let's continue here while Isabella's asleep." It was the producer's voice. He brought Lydia to their room, preparing to continue violating her!
Isabella could only pretend to be asleep on the bed, afraid to make a sound. The producer and Lydia seemed not to have noticed her, and went straight to Lydia's bedside. Soon, the creaking and shaking of the wooden bed and Lydia's lewd moans filled the bedroom.
Listening to the obscene words uttered by Lydia, the increasingly heavy breathing of the two, and the "slap slap" sounds of flesh colliding, Isabella felt her long-deprived body becoming increasingly thirsty. Her vagina felt like it was being crawled with ants. One hand slowly reached down to her lower body, pinching her already hardened clitoris and rubbing it against her slightly damp vulva. As the two next door moved more and more intensely, Isabella's movements gradually quickened, and finally she even inserted two fingers into her vagina.
Finally, with a long, high-pitched moan from Lydia, her union with the producer came to an end. Isabella trembled, her lower body spurting out a considerable amount of vaginal fluid, soaking her hands and the sheets.
Lydia's moans soon resumed, but Isabella, thankful she hadn't been discovered, couldn't see the producer's wicked smile of success.
Lydia's moans continued throughout the night, and Isabella didn't sleep a wink.
The next day, Isabella found the producer.
"You said you'd take Lydia's place and let me go?" The producer smiled playfully.
"Yes, that's right. I'll take Lydia's place. I hope you won't bother her again, and that you destroy all the evidence you used to threaten her." Isabella looked at the producer seriously.
"Threaten her? Oh, you mean the videotape, right? You've thought of everything so thoroughly. No wonder you're the former Queen of England." The producer looked puzzled for a few seconds before realizing, and said sarcastically.
"If you can satisfy me, I promise I won't harass Lydia." The producer thought for a moment and readily agreed.
"I hope you keep your promise, or I'll make you suffer a terrible death." Seeing that the other party had agreed to her conditions, Isabella breathed a sigh of relief. This way, she could save Lydia. As long as he destroyed those pieces of evidence, she would destroy him as well.
“Well then, the great former Queen of England, show me your skills in pleasing men. My standards are very high, you know.” The producer unbuckled his belt, revealing a dangling penis between his legs. Even without an erection, its size was astonishing.
“Shut up! I know.” Isabella had only taken one step when the producer stopped her. “Lie down, crawl over here.”
“You!…” After hesitating for a long time, Isabella finally gave in. She slowly knelt on the ground, crawling towards the producer like a humiliating bitch. The two weren’t far apart, and soon Isabella was between the producer’s legs, the ugly, foul-smelling penis almost touching her face.
The smell of the penis made Isabella dizzy. She tried to take a deep breath but only inhaled more and stronger stench. Isabella had no choice but to hold her breath and open her small mouth to take the producer’s semi-erect penis into her mouth and suck on it.
"You've taken it upon yourself to start giving oral sex. So you're doing it your own way, not to protect Lydia, my lewd queen." Watching Isabella buried between his legs, relentlessly sucking and swallowing his penis, feeling it gradually swell and fill her mouth, the producer felt an indescribable satisfaction. This was the high and mighty Queen, the noble goddess, yet she was now fawning over him like a prostitute.
"Shut up! I'm only doing this to let Lydia escape your clutches," Isabella mumbled, her throat bobbing as she spoke, giving the producer a unique thrill.
Isabella used every trick in the book to please the penis in her mouth, her breathing becoming increasingly heavy, an unhealthy flush rising to her face, her glazed eyes filled with lust.
After serving Isabella diligently for over ten minutes, when her lips were almost sore and drool was overflowing, the penis inside her mouth finally reached its climax. The producer suddenly stood up, grabbed Isabella's long golden hair with both hands, and used her mouth like a masturbation device, roughly thrusting in and out.
"Ugh... um... uh... ugh..." Caught off guard, Isabella gagged as the penis reached her throat. The muscles in her throat brought extreme pleasure to the glans. After dozens of thrusts, the producer suddenly arched his back, pushing the penis deep into her throat, and began to ejaculate.
The thick, sticky semen almost suffocated Isabella. The pain of oxygen deprivation made her other senses even more acute. At the same time as the producer ejaculated, Isabella's lower body also gushed out a large amount of vaginal fluid like a flood, leaving her legs wet and splattered all over the ground.
With a "plop," the producer's saliva- and semen-covered penis was pulled out of Isabella's mouth. Still ejaculating, the penis sprayed the remaining semen from its vas deferens onto Isabella's pretty face and hair, staining her stunningly beautiful face and silky golden hair with specks of white fluid.
"Ha...ha..." Panting heavily, Isabella greedily inhaled the fresh air, but it was mixed with a lewd, fishy smell. Calming herself, Isabella sat on the ground, lifting her elaborate skirt that reached her ankles, revealing her already muddy vulva. Her panties, soaked with semen, clung tightly to her genitals, outlining their full shape.
"It's time...it's time for the next step, isn't it? I know you're thinking...you want to violate me," Isabella said "casually," turning her head away guiltily.
"That's enough, you can go back now." Unexpectedly, the producer pulled up his pants, reverting to his gentlemanly demeanor, completely ignoring Isabella, who was sitting on the floor with her legs spread wide, as if the one who had just forcefully penetrated her mouth was someone else entirely.
"I knew it… huh?! Eh?!"
Back in her room, Isabella's mind and body remained unsettled. While Lydia was still out of sight, Isabella used her fingers to roughly massage her vagina on her bed, experiencing several orgasms but still feeling unsatisfied. Meanwhile, Lydia, who had disappeared somewhere, mysteriously appeared in the producer's room, fawning over his still-erect penis, writhing and yielding beneath him.
Threats? Completely unnecessary. Lydia had long since submitted to the lewd power of his penis, completely transforming into his exclusive sex slave.

The third day, in the producer's room.
"Why did Your Majesty come to see me today, and why are you riding on top of me and moaning?" The producer looked at Isabella, who was straddling him, her hips and buttocks rising and falling, a wanton smile on his lips.
"You... um, don't overthink it... ha... I just... I'm just afraid you'll tell everyone about yesterday... oh... I just wanted to shut you up... um— ~~" Isabella knelt on the bed, straddling the producer. Between her legs, the producer's thick, dark penis was sometimes visible, sometimes hidden, moving in and out of her thirsty little hole. Isabella, in the cowgirl position, greedily twisted her buttocks, rising and falling, gushes of lustful fluid making their point of contact wet. Her waist was weak and numb from being fucked. If her hands hadn't been supporting herself on the producer's firm chest, Isabella would have already collapsed onto his body.
“You’re so dishonest, Isabella. You clearly want my cock so badly.” The producer looked at Isabella’s breasts, which swayed up and down with her body, and couldn’t resist grabbing one in each hand and kneading and playing with them forcefully.
“No, don’t joke around… Oh… How could I feel something for a cock like this… like this… Ugh! It’s just… just… to protect Lydia…” Isabella, completely immersed in lust, could barely speak properly, stammering and managing to cobble together a sentence, her waist movements not slowing down at all.
“Lies get punished.” The producer suddenly stood up, pinning the unsuspecting Isabella beneath him, his hands gripping her legs, forcing Isabella to lift her waist off the ground.
"Oh...slower...this is going to be weird...inside, it feels so good inside~" The producer pounded his hips like a pile driver, his penis thrusting in and out like a storm, his thighs slapping against Isabella's hips and buttocks, the sounds of "slap slap slap" ringing out.
Isabella was like a small boat in a storm, isolated and helpless, only able to passively endure the producer's impact, her hands gripping the sheets helplessly, her body arched high to cushion the impact from the producer, her beautiful voice, originally used to sing beautiful music, could only produce moans that made men's blood boil, forming a symphony of debauchery.
"Ugh...I'm going to come...I'm going to climax...how can it feel so good?!" The proud Isabella became frank under the ultimate pleasure, or rather, because the producer had made her too weak to maintain her proud image.
After dozens more thrusts, Isabella felt all her muscles tense, convulsing as if electrocuted. A surge of heat welled up from her lower abdomen, followed by a tingling, weak, and languid sensation that swept over her entire body. A small fountain of fluid gushed from the opening between their joined bodies, flowing down Isabella's pure, untouched form.
The afterglow of her orgasm lasted for several seconds before her raised waist slammed heavily onto the bed. Isabella lay limp and powerless, her eyes glazed and unfocused, panting heavily.
The producer, however, had not yet reached orgasm. His hands gripped Isabella's thighs, continuing to thrust in and out of her vagina. The layers of flesh tightly enveloped his penis, sucking at the foreign object as if it were alive. Her cervix had already descended, welcoming the glans with a seductive gesture, kissing its large head like a small mouth.
"Hmph, is that all? Looks like you can't replace Lydia." The producer taunted Isabella.
"Ha...ha...you little bastard, I just accidentally...Eek—?!" Isabella, trying to be strong, suddenly let out a high-pitched scream.
Besides the powerful thrust from the phallus inside her, hitting her very core, there was also the sudden appearance of Lydia biting the red nipple on her full breasts.
"Lydia?! What are you doing here?" Isabella, bewildered, looked at Lydia, who was now on top of her, sucking on her nipple like a baby, her eyes filled with surprise and confusion.
Hearing Isabella's voice, Lydia reluctantly released the fruit from Isabella's chest, straightened up, and looked down at Isabella. Lydia, like Isabella, was completely naked, her fiery red hair flowing down her back, a few stray strands obscuring one eye, making her look languid and alluring.
“It’s not fair that only you and Master are doing this. Lydia wants to feel comfortable too.” Lydia put a finger to her lips and said slowly.
“Master… Master? What are you saying?” Isabella couldn’t believe her ears.
“Master is Master, Master with a big, meaty cock that can fuck me until I’m completely ecstatic.” As Lydia spoke, she leaned her naked body against the Producer, wrapped her arms around his neck, and offered her lips.
The Producer looked at Lydia throwing herself into his arms and didn’t hold back. He continued thrusting while holding Isabella’s thigh with one hand, and with the other hand, he reached under Lydia’s hairless armpit and kneaded her soft breasts. At the same time, their lips met, tasting each other’s saliva and making “slurp~ slurp~” sucking sounds.
“What’s going on?” Staring blankly at everything that was happening in front of her, Isabella’s mind was a little confused.
“I voluntarily became Master’s sex toy. When I was touring with the German army, it was Master who showed me what true pleasure as a woman is. Master’s penis is unique in the world, bringing me endless pleasure, so threats are simply nonexistent.” Lydia stopped her intimate wet kiss with the producer, leaned down, and looked blissfully at the penis moving in and out of Isabella’s vagina. Just seeing this penis and smelling its scent would arouse Lydia’s body.
“Being favored by Master’s penis is your good fortune.” After saying this, Lydia couldn’t wait to bury her head in the producer and Isabella’s intimately pressed private parts and began to lick them.
“Ah... this smell, just smelling it makes me want to go…” Lydia maintained her balance with one hand while the other groped her already soaking wet and overflowing vagina, inserting her fingers in and out.
Because of their position, Lydia's vulva was directly above Isabella's pretty face, and the secreted fluids dripped all over her face. The lewd atmosphere made the already aroused Isabella even more excited. She hesitated for a moment, then raised her head and extended her slender tongue, beginning to lick Lydia's private parts as well.
"Mmm—" Lydia let out a low groan, feeling the tingling sensation in her lower body. She pressed her vulva against Isabella's face to make it easier for Isabella to lick, while she focused on licking the point where Isabella and the maker's genitals were joined.

This lewd intercourse continued for more than half an hour. The maker finally reached the climax. He held Isabella's buttocks and thrust wildly dozens of times before a thick stream of semen broke through his ejaculation barrier and sprayed directly into Isabella's vulva. This caused Isabella to shudder and reach orgasm at the same time. Lydia drank all the love fluid gushing from deep within her uterus.
Lydia, having drunk Isabella's gushing fluids, didn't get the male protagonist. When the producer withdrew his somewhat limp penis from Isabella's body, she immediately opened her mouth and took it in, cleaning away the remaining mixture of semen and vaginal fluids.
As she cleaned it, the penis, which had just weakened, regained its strength, standing erect as hard as iron.
"Master, it's my turn now," Lydia turned around, sticking her buttocks high, using her long fingers to part the entrance to her vagina, waiting for the penis to arrive.
"I'll satisfy you right away!" Ignoring the limp and exhausted Isabella, the producer began to "ride" Lydia again.
The thick penis penetrated Lydia, and for a moment, melodious, wanton moans echoed intermittently from the producer's room.
Once there was a first time, there was a second, a third, countless times. After enduring several days of restraint, Isabella finally couldn't resist and knocked on the producer's door again. Although she repeatedly told herself it was the last time, Isabella was subconsciously completely addicted to the producer's penis. She visited him more and more frequently, with shorter and shorter intervals. Eventually, Isabella and Lydia simply moved in with the producer, engaging in sexual intercourse every night.
Then, more and more people joined this group; they were all behind-the-scenes members of the team. Although Isabella verbally expressed her unwillingness and vowed to punish those who violated her upon returning home, her body became increasingly dependent on these people.
Later, seeking more excitement, they recruited some of their fanatical fans to join in the abuse of the two women. They frequently used handshake events and fan appreciation events as pretexts to hold large-scale orgy parties, and today's concert was actually an orgy performance.
Backstage, after Isabella and Lydia were initially raped by the staff, they changed into their performance costumes. The three-point bikini performance outfits barely covered the slits of their vulvas and engorged nipples, leaving large expanses of snow-white skin exposed. The semen that had just been ejaculated into their vulvas was still inside them. To prevent the semen from flowing out, a huge vibrator was inserted into each of their vaginas and secured with leather underwear. To keep it from falling off, Isabella and Lydia could only clench their vulvas tightly, wrapping their vaginal muscles around it. This rubber dildo, which reached right up to their cervix, brought them considerable stimulation. Their plump thighs clenched together, rubbing against each other in unbearable loneliness. Their legs were so weak that they could barely support their weight, and the insides of their thighs were covered with wet streaks.
Long, voluptuous legs were encased in black fishnet stockings, tightly pressed against the flesh, exuding a blatant sexual innuendo and sensuality. Their small feet wore nearly ten-centimeter high heels—unsuitable for performance. Combined with their overall attire, they resembled sex workers about to perform pole dancing in a brothel rather than idols about to take the stage. Isabella
and Lydia each wore a small ornament around their necks: black leather chokers hanging from their swan-like necks, each bearing a nameplate with their names and measurements. Like pet dogs, they too had been reduced to two female dogs.
The performance began, and with the entrance of the scantily clad Isabella and Lydia, the concert reached its climax—a frenzied, electrifying spectacle.
Isabella and Lydia performed song after song on stage, their lewd lyrics, seductive moans, and sexually suggestive movements arousing the fans below. They were itching to rush onto the stage, push the two down, and have their way with them. Some even started masturbating while watching Isabella and Lydia's explicit performance.
The concert ended with the two embracing and kissing, but the real show was just beginning.
Isabella and Lydia were on one side of the stage, preparing for a fan appreciation event. Those with invitations could go on stage to receive "thank you" from Isabella and Lydia; the invitations listed the services they could enjoy. Two long lines of people with invitations formed, each free to choose which idol's "thank you" service they wanted to receive.
"Thank you for coming to our concert." The formulaic thanks, no different from any other idol's, sounded incredibly alluring coming from Isabella's mouth, like an invitation to "come and fuck me."
"The invitation says oral sex, so please take off your pants." Hearing Isabella's words, the man impatiently unbuckled his belt, revealing his already throbbing penis. Isabella obediently knelt in front of him, inhaling the male hormones emanating from his penis. Her vaginal fluids increased, forming a small puddle on the ground.
"Hoo—this looks delicious! I'm going to dig in!" Isabella, her eyes gleaming, gently stroked his penis a few times before opening her mouth and taking it in, quickly swallowing and spitting it out. While the man's penis wasn't small, it was far smaller than the producer's. Accustomed to the producer's size, Isabella found serving this penis a piece of cake.
The man felt as if his penis was in paradise—wet, warm, and soft. Every inch of it was being swept by Isabella's skillful tongue, swirling around his sensitive glans.
How could the man be a match for the seasoned Isabella? He quickly ejaculated, a large amount of white semen filling Isabella's mouth, the rest landing on her pretty face.
"Hoo—" Isabella looked up at the man before her, her face still covered in his ejaculate, slowly dripping down due to gravity. A large, thick clump of semen accumulated in her mouth, which she proudly displayed to him. She stirred it a few times with her tongue, then "glug~ glug~" swallowed it all.
"Ha—thank you for your semen, it's very rich." She gave the man's penis a light kiss, like a lovers' farewell, then gestured for the next man to come forward.
"Want to do it from behind? But you need to put on a condom first." Isabella took out an ultra-thin condom. Although the goddess wasn't easily pregnant, having sex with a condom had a unique flavor. She tore off the packaging, put the condom in her mouth, and skillfully slipped it onto the man's erect penis. With a deep throat, the condom was perfectly on his penis.
Then Isabella turned her back to the man, her upper body on the ground, her buttocks raised high, rubbing her plump buttocks against his penis.
Unable to resist the teasing, the man felt that Isabella's buttocks alone were enough to make him ejaculate. He quickly composed himself, swallowed hard, and with trembling hands, removed the thick, long vibrator that was inserted into Isabella's body.
Isabella's vagina tightly gripped the rubber penis. When the man pulled out the vibrator, he felt considerable resistance. With a sudden force, the rubber penis, which had reached all the way to the cervix, was instantly pulled out of Isabella's body.
"Ohh
...
"I'll fuck you to death! I'll fuck you to death! You sow idol!" The man gripped Isabella's plump, upturned buttocks with both hands, thrusting his hips wildly. His penis slid in and out of Isabella's pink, tender vagina, her labia fluttering wildly with each stroke, spraying large amounts of her vaginal fluid.
After a while, the man noticed Isabella's anus contracting and relaxing in front of him. Suddenly, an idea struck him. He picked up the vibrator lying nearby, smeared some of her vaginal fluid on it to wet her anus, and then, still wet with Isabella's fluids, inserted the vibrator directly into her delicate anus.
"Oh, oh, oh—this, this feeling…I'm completely filled…My brain will break…" Isabella's fragile anus was suddenly attacked, and all her muscles tensed. To relieve the pain, she tilted her head back high, her eyes rolled back, and her small, fragrant tongue involuntarily darted out.

The muscles in her vagina contracted sharply, tightly gripping the foreign object inside, making thrusting extremely difficult. The intense pleasure almost brought him to the point of surrender. He pulled the base of the vibrator out, and the pleasure of release relaxed Isabella's entire body. Taking advantage of this, the man thrust his penis forcefully, slamming it against Isabella's clitoris, causing her to tremble again. Even through the condom, Isabella could clearly feel the bulging veins on the man's penis. Having found the knack, the man continued this thrusting and withdrawing motion, alternating between his movements and simultaneously playing with Isabella's vagina and anus.
"I'm coming... I'm coming... I'm having an orgasm from that big cock... So satisfying..." Isabella, trembling uncontrollably, collapsed weakly to the ground, her body convulsing erratically.
The man, also nearing climax, inserted the vibrator into Isabella's anus, focusing intently on her plump buttocks, thrusting wildly dozens of times until his penis was pressed against her cervix, ejaculating. Even through the condom, Isabella could feel the powerful impact of the semen.
After ejaculating, the man withdrew his penis, removed the condom filled with semen, tied a knot, and casually tossed it onto Isabella's face before pulling up his pants and leaving.
"Hmph—what a heartless man. Well, next one~" The goddess's powerful regenerative abilities allowed Isabella to recover quickly. She untied the knot on the condom, drank the semen inside, and, biting the condom, glanced at Lydia on the other side. Only then did she notice that Lydia was being simultaneously penetrated and played with by several men, already unconscious from pleasure.
"Hmph, how are you going to play with my body? My breasts? My vagina? Or my ass?" Isabella said, while stroking her body.
The man whispered a few words in Isabella's ear, somewhat timidly.
"You want me to talk to my husband on the phone while you fuck me? Who would agree to such a perverted and unreasonable request?" Isabella buried her head between the man's legs, rubbing her pretty face against his penis, and continued, "However, I'll reluctantly agree. Responding to fans' expectations is an essential skill for an idol." She then dialed Lin Youde's number…
Lin Youde, currently in Europe, was somewhat surprised by Isabella's sudden call. Why would this arrogant queen suddenly call him? While he and Isabella were having an intimate conversation, he had no idea that on the other side of the world, his beloved wife was writhing beneath another man.
"Haa... I, I won't say 'I love you'... umm... contact me again when you have time, I have other things to do..." Isabella hung up the phone before Lin Youde could reply, wrapping her legs around his waist to allow him to penetrate her more deeply. Her arms intimately encircled his neck, and she offered her red lips.
The man's ejaculation lasted a long time before ending. Exhausted, he panted heavily as he withdrew his limp penis. Isabella proactively removed the condom from his penis and hung it on her underwear, then considerately cleaned the remaining semen from his penis with her mouth.
The lewd fan appreciation party continued late into the night. Countless men released their life essence into Isabella and Lydia's bodies. When it ended, Isabella and Lydia's entire bodies were covered in semen. Their open vaginas and anuses continued to flow with semen mixed with vaginal fluid, leaving their bodies soaked in a semen bath. Various obscene words were written on their bodies with markers, and tally marks were written all over their thighs. A ring of condoms hung on their leather underwear, and several were held in Isabella and Lydia's mouths. Their hands made a V-sign for victory. The men surrounding them were naked, and all kinds of penises, big and small, long and short, were pointing at Isabella and Lydia in the middle.
"Okay, look this way, give me a smile."
"Click—" With the sound of the shutter being pressed, this lewd scene was recorded, also marking the end of this lewd party.

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