The Silent Man's Rebellion

Once upon a time, in a certain village, there lived a family with three daughters. The eldest daughter married into a wealthy family, the second daughter married a poor man named Lao Zhen, and the youngest daughter was unmarried. Although Lao Zhen (phonetic name) was poor, he was kind and hardworking, and he and his wife were loving; their life was relatively comfortable.
The L ethnic group had a custom during the Lunar New Year that married daughters would return to their parents' home with their husbands to pay respects to their parents-in-law. The more gifts a son-in-law brought, the more prosperous and well-off he was considered, and thus respected by the people. Conversely, if he brought few gifts or none at all, it meant he was unhappy, and he was looked down upon. Therefore, sons-in-law always tried their best to prepare generous gifts for their parents-in-law.
Everyone has a competitive spirit, and the villagers always compared these gifts to show that the sons-in-law were capable and the daughters were happy. Back then, there were no land transfer fees, no need to be a lifelong mortgage slave to real estate companies and banks. They could simply build a thatched hut on the mountain and live there. Men farmed, women wove, and in their spare time they hunted and raised poultry. Aside from dealing with the tax collectors in the Han Chinese government offices, everything was quite good. Therefore, even the poorest people could usually afford some gifts.
Every year during the Lunar New Year, the two sons-in-law of this family would prepare gifts to visit their parents-in-law.
The elder son-in-law was wealthy and could send many gifts during festivals; Lao Zhen was truly poor. His parents had passed away, and he had to support a group of younger siblings. At that time, he couldn't go to the city to work as a migrant worker or illegally immigrate abroad to work. Although his gifts were carefully prepared each year, they were too meager, such as zongzi (sticky rice dumplings), New Year cakes, fish tea, etc. The best he could afford was wild honey, which the young couple usually saved for their father-in-law's family for the New Year.
It's a matter of comparison. Dear readers, which family do you think the parents-in-law would prefer? The parents-in-law initially disapproved of the marriage, but their second daughter really liked him; they also wanted Lao Zhen to marry into their family, but Lao Zhen had a group of younger siblings, so they had to give up. They were already resentful, and seeing Lao Zhen's meager annual gifts only made them angrier. Therefore, they never invited Lao Zhen to stay for meals, and rarely even greeted him. The eldest son-in-law also looked down on the hardworking and kind Lao Zhen.
Finally, after enduring enough humiliation at his in-laws' house, Lao Zhen, who hadn't received nine years of compulsory education, was furious. That night, while making love with his wife, he said, "I must get revenge on your family!"
Wen (a transliteration) asked him, "How do you plan to do it?"
Lao Zhen directly and angrily replied, "I'll sleep with every woman in your family!"
Perhaps seeing how much her husband had suffered, Wen agreed. In the hearts of L ethnic women, once married into their husband's family, they become part of that family and are expected to support their husbands. Because she was uneducated, she didn't know if it was right or wrong, but simply felt she had to support her husband.
Upon waking, Lao Zhen had an idea! He would start with his youngest daughter, Wusun (a transliteration, the same as above, will not be explained again).
Wusun was already 16 years old, and according to her ethnic tradition, she was old enough to go out and build a thatched hut. That evening, if a suitable and interesting young man sang a suitable song, he could enter the hut. Readers who can guess which ethnic group she was from, please keep it a secret and leave us in suspense! Entering the hut wouldn't just mean continuing to sing; it would be about procreation. Only when the man and woman were deeply in love would they consider marriage. Of course, the man had to be very good at singing folk songs; those who sang off-key from the village to the city would have no chance.
After finishing his hunt and having dinner, Lao Zhen went to Wusun's thatched hut that very night and sang a love song. "
Brother, I wish to meet you, I'll bring a handkerchief for two people to wrap, a quilt for two people to cover, and a long arm to be a pillow."
Seeing no response, he sang again, "My love for you will last until death, I will never leave your side, above me the clouds, below me the shadows, I will follow you up the mountain and down the field."
They sang for a long, long time. Wusun was completely absorbed in the folk songs and joined in with her own. The more she sang, the happier she became, unaware that it was her second brother-in-law, who was lowering his
voice. She opened the door to the thatched hut and welcomed her lover in. Lao Zhen was overjoyed; he had prepared for a long and arduous journey, but he had succeeded in just one night. Wusun was a very beautiful girl, with a great figure and even better skin. Her eyes curved like the moon when she smiled, and her voice was as beautiful as a breeze blowing across a stream. Her breasts weren't large, but they felt wonderful to hold. Touching Wusun's round buttocks, he gradually felt the wetness of her lower body. Wusun wasn't wearing underwear, only a skirt. As he teased her, Wusun became aroused. Lao Zhen felt very comfortable touching her buttocks, and finally, the two began to be completely naked. Lao Zhen kissed Wusun's body with great experience, one hand attacking her breasts while the other continued to caress her buttocks.
It was all thanks to her skill; Wusun couldn't resist any longer. He could hear her moans, faint yet incredibly arousing. Although Laozhen was honest, he wasn't impotent. He thrust into her wet cave, and Wusun cried out, her voice as melodious as a lark's.
"Brother...so good...ah...brother...faster...harder...ah..."
Laozhen's penis drew out a lot of fluid from Wusun's opening.
"Sister, your hole is so wet, like a stream."
Wusun's consciousness was becoming hazy from the intense pleasure. From an outsider's perspective, we could see a slender, slightly plump female body being pressed down on a straw mat, completely naked. Her snow-white, naked body trembled slightly, and on top of her, a dark-skinned figure was pressing down on her back. The dark body and the smooth, white back created a stark contrast. The body was pressing down forcefully, making piston-like movements, receiving the constant pressure from above, and letting out wanton moans.
His musket wobbled with the movements. Lao Zhen's movements became even more intense, his buttocks moving up and down violently, like pounding a ram. Wusun's moans became even more intense! Under Lao Zhen's frenzied thrusting, she reached orgasm. Anyone experienced knows this is a sign of impending orgasm, so he immediately pulled out and shoved the musket into Wusun's mouth. Wusun felt empty below and desperately sucked on the toy in her mouth, as if licking rock candy. Lao Zhen enjoyed it immensely, his hands not forgetting to cup the water curtain cave and grasp the girl's breasts.
After licking for a while, he noticed Wusun's eyes were filled with desire. He flipped her over and entered her wet, fleshy hole again. Wusun let out a blissful cry, completely oblivious to the fact that no one else was around. In fact, the nearest thatched hut was half a mile away from her home. After waves of pleasure washed over him, Lao Zhen suddenly roared, "Sister, brother-in-law is feeding you!"
Meeting Wusun's cry, he thrust his hips forward heavily, ejaculating all his semen into Wusun's uterus. With the help of herbal contraception from the ethnic minorities, he had no qualms. After the pleasure of ejaculation subsided, he lay on top of the girl, kissing her as if she were a young girl, breathing heavily.
No one could see this scene through the crack in the door. After Lao Zhen pulled the bird out, semen slowly flowed from Wu Sun's vagina. She rubbed her private parts back and forth with a leaf. Because she was leaning against Lao Zhen, he could only see Wu Sun's big buttocks, and he couldn't help but get hard again. After rubbing, Wu Sun turned to Lao Zhen and asked, "Who is Lang?"
Lao Zhen lit a torch, and Wu Sun was shocked to see that it was indeed her second brother-in-law! At this moment, Lao Zhen looked at Wu Sun's body and said to her wickedly, "Can you suck my bird with your mouth?"
Wu Sun was still in surprise and turned to put on her tube skirt. Lao Zhen pushed the girl down on the bamboo bed and forcibly inserted his bird into her mouth. At first, Wusun was unwilling, but her shock didn't last long. Under Lao Zhen's teasing, Wusun became wet again, sucking back and forth on Lao Zhen's penis. Lao Zhen let out an "Ah!" and Wusun quickly asked, "What's wrong?"
Lao Zhen said, "Wusun, your technique is very skilled! You're making your brother-in-law feel so good!"
"Second brother-in-law, what will we do after we've done it?"
Wusun asked a little embarrassed.
"Silly girl, happiness is all that matters. Why think so much?"
Wusun said, "I haven't been running this place for long, and I rarely let others into my private quarters."
"Never mind, never mind."
Lao Zhen said, "Never mind, let's keep going."
He once again thrust the musket into the semen-filled cave. They did it several times throughout the night, until Wusun was completely exhausted. Lao Zhen was overjoyed, feeling he had finally vented his anger. He cleaned up his sister-in-law and kissed the exhausted Wusun, who was fast asleep. He happily went home.
When he got home, it was very late, he had no sense of time. His wife was already asleep. Lao Zhen savored his sister-in-law's body, but he still felt his wife was more satisfying—her breasts were bigger, and her figure was better. Perhaps he was still too excited from what he had just done, because he lit a torch in the early hours of the morning and went to the yard to chop wood, as if he had accomplished a glorious feat. At that moment, he saw a figure walking home and discovered it was his brother-in-law's younger brother, Meda.
"Mo Da, back from hunting? How was the haul?"
Mo Da was a hunter of good character. Seeing Lao Zhen greet him, he replied, "Nothing much. I went to town to get some medicine for my brother. The Han doctors are really rip-offs. They charged me two pigeons, a big bag of rice, and a deer leg for this medicine."
"Yes, the Han doctors are indeed not very good. They take a lot of things, but their medicine is much more effective than Patang from Maozhi Village."
Suddenly, Lao Zhen smelled a familiar medicinal herb. This was the herb he often went up the mountain to collect and sell to peddlers. He asked again, "Is this the medicine for your brother?"
Mo Da nodded, "Yes, my brother urged me to go and get it. He came back first after seeing the doctor. I came back after I finished exchanging the game for other things. Minority people have been cheated by the Han people for a long time using their barter tradition. So, you must study more. My brother told me to get the medicine and come back quickly."
Lao Zhen smelled Huo Yang Yin, which might not be the exact herb, but it was the kind used to treat premature ejaculation. He knew that his older sister had a chance. His mind involuntarily conjured up images of his eldest sister's voluptuous and graceful figure, and he almost drooled uncontrollably. He made up his mind and didn't even notice when Mo Da left…
(II) Oran was the eldest daughter in her family. She was not only very beautiful but also skillful and talented, and she sang folk songs beautifully. Many young men from other villages even came to propose to her, but she rejected them all. Mo Gai was the eldest son of the best hunter in several nearby mountains. He was handsome, from a well-off family, and most importantly, had an endless supply of wild game. His family's fields were the best in the village.
As the eldest sister, she had to consider her sisters' needs. Gradually, people often saw Mo Gai and Oran working together during the day and singing folk songs together by the stream outside the village at night. Their feelings for each other deepened, and they naturally got married.
After having two children, the beautiful Oran appeared even more mature and stunning. Her breasts, nurtured by two children, were fuller, and her skin was smoother (many might think that women who have given birth wouldn't have better skin; I didn't believe it at first, but after seeing it for myself in the village, I dispelled that doubt). Her figure was also more upright, and her buttocks more pert. What used to resemble a chrysanthemum was now a blooming peony.
However, Oran had been feeling rather unhappy lately. Mogai's performance in bed was increasingly disappointing; she had almost forgotten how long it had been since she had experienced sexual pleasure. Mogai was also short of breath; what man would want to... Bowing his head? So, he tried every folk remedy in the tribe, even spending a fortune to see a Han Chinese doctor in the city. It was expensive, but it was effective. After each dose, he felt energetic for a period of time, but even that couldn't withstand Oran's daily demands!
He could only go to the city to see the doctor every now and then. After all, he was a man of pride, having attended a private school for a year (back then, there was no nine-year compulsory education; attending a private school for a year made one a highly educated person in the tribe). He often slipped out after the doctor took his pulse, without waiting for the medicine, and sent his younger brother, Meda, to fetch it. Although it wasn't a long-term solution, he decided to take it one step at a time.
"My wife, who others see as beautiful and juicy, seems like a tiger to me,"
Mogai often thought.
That day, Lao Zhen went hunting in the mountains and caught two rabbits and three pheasants in half a day—a pretty good result. He planned to cook them with some wild mountain herbs (a type of wild spice, warm in nature and with a strong aroma) and a little salt, making for another delicious meal. He glanced at the sky and hurried back to the stream outside the village, because his sister-in-law, Oran, would usually wash clothes under the large chinaberry tree by the stream at this time.
He was very lucky today; he found her already washing clothes as soon as he arrived. Since most women in the village went to work in the fields in the morning, her being able to come and wash clothes in the morning indicated that Oran's family... His wife's abilities had reached the point where she no longer needed to do farm work; most of the time, Oran did the laundry alone.
Today, Oran was wearing a cardigan, a sign that a woman of two was no longer as particular as she had been before marriage. As the summer sun rose higher, Oran, seeing no one around, wiped her sweat and quietly unbuttoned her clothes, unwittingly giving a glimpse to a spy. Lao Zhen had never been to school, let alone developed nearsightedness from overuse of his eyes. His eyes were sharp; he noticed his sister-in-law's full breasts, supported by a white cloth, large but not sagging. Her skin, white from lack of labor, and her firm, elastic buttocks quickly aroused him.
At that moment, he noticed Oran washing... The clothes moved slower and slower, perhaps because it was too hot. She took off her clothes and went to bathe in the river. Her snow-white skin was smoother than the finest brocade in the village, and although she was a mother, she looked so full of youthful vitality. Her smooth belly, supple waist, and long, beautiful legs, reflected in the water, exuded a breathtaking beauty.
Although the weather was hot, the coolness of the water still made Oran feel comfortable. She splashed water on her delicate shoulders, slowly wiping it down her body's curves, rubbing her back, and then down to her round buttocks, rubbing one side with each hand, scrubbing vigorously. This made Lao Zhen swallow hard, feeling a little strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Clear The stream water crashed against the rocks, spraying onto Oran's long, black hair like a flash of light across the sky. She turned her face to the side, revealing the contours of her delicate, straight nose, her full red lips, and a soft hand, twirling a strand of hair, slid down her smooth forehead to her pert nose, then to her soft, alluring lips, down her neck, and finally resting on her full breasts. Lao Zhen watched, muttering to herself, "This is different from before. She always just washes and that's it. Why all these movements?" She remained silent, continuing to watch.
Oran clenched her fingers, making a fist, and freely kneaded and pinched her mounds, searching for the buds at the peaks, quickly making them hard and taut…
"Mmm..."
she moaned softly, the friction sending a shiver of weakness through her body.
She brazenly rubbed her firm, grape-like pink nipples, her slender fingers quickly moving between her legs, while her other hand reached for the laundry stick beside her.
The laundry stick was a slightly thicker piece of rosewood (back then, rosewood wasn't as valuable as it is now; there were plenty of other types). She moved it towards her lower body.
"Ah... ooh..."
she writhed, joyfully welcoming the laundry stick. Her long, slender fingers first gently teased her sparse pubic hair, then slowly traced her slightly damp petals, finally reaching the bud, tugging at it intentionally or unintentionally. While playing with her full breasts, the laundry stick entered her moist crevice...
"Ah..."
Oran's body suddenly convulsed, her breath coming in rapid gasps, but at the same time, she moved with practiced ease, the laundry stick slowly withdrawing, then suddenly thrusting in again, the continuous stimulation bringing Oran immense pleasure.
Our Lao Zhen isn't a stoic; he just doesn't like to force himself on women. He repeatedly compared the size of the washing stick to his own penis, finding that, aside from the shorter length, the girth was still something he could be proud of. He wiped his drool and observed further. Oran sat on a smooth rock in the stream, spreading her snow-white, pink legs wide apart; the washing stick slid back and forth between her buttocks and cleft, leaving his hand covered in glistening nectar. Her
soft, cotton-like buttocks were completely exposed, and the pleasurable sensation in her lower body caused her hips to involuntarily twist. The extreme pleasure made the young woman make sounds that sounded like crying.
Looking at her practiced movements, Oran was definitely not a novice when she masturbated. Lao Zhen was a normal young man; how could he resist at that moment? Just as he made up his mind to jump out and help Oran solve her problem, he heard from afar, calling for his sister-in-law. Oran had excellent composure; she ran to the stream and quickly put on her clothes.
Although the blush on her face was still there, her expression showed no trace of her previous lewdness.
"What's wrong?"
she asked.
"Brother said he's taking the two of you, along with Father and Mother, to Baishui Cave to pray for a good harvest this year. It'll take two days,"
honest Mo Da said.
"I know,"
Oran sighed. Little did they know that Lao Zhen overheard this. Lao Zhen flicked his stiff penis and said, "Just bear with it a little longer, I'll give you a fast tonight."
After dinner, Lao Zhen told his wife that he was going into the mountains to catch birds that night and wouldn't be back. His wife nodded as she tidied up. But she asked, puzzled, "Then why are you going to the stream?"
"To take a bath."
Lao Zhen left quickly.
After bathing and changing his clothes, Lao Zhen slung his bow and arrows over his shoulder, wandered around outside the village, and after seeing that almost all the torches in the thatched huts had gone out, he headed towards the largest wooden house in the village.
When he got outside, the fire inside had already gone out, but he could hear Oran tossing and turning in bed. At this moment, he decided to once again display his singing voice, which surpassed that of all the young men in the village. Lowering his voice
, he sang: "My legs are weak from walking so far, but when I arrive at the garden, I see flowers in bloom. I want to pick them, but the fence separates me. If you wish to give me flowers, please open the door." Oran, who was tossing and turning in bed in frustration, heard a strange young man singing and responded in her nightingale-like voice: "Sister plants flowers, brother waters them; the fragrant flowers await your arrival. Brother wishes to pick them, sister wishes brother would come into the garden.
" The song stopped, and with a creak, Oran opened the door and found Lao Zhen. Lao Zhen said, "Sister, Lao Zhen is here to help you. I'm much better than a laundry stick."
Oran blushed, but the heat in her body made her very eager.
"Ah, you…"
Oran's mind went blank; she stammered, wanting to speak but unable to utter a word.
"What should I do?"
Actually, this wasn't a problem at all. Shout for help, push him away with all your might, and he'd definitely run away. But... she didn't seem to want to push him out; she was thinking about other things!
"I know you can't sleep!"
Lao Zhen grabbed Oran and said, "Look, isn't mine better than a laundry stick?"
Sometime during the night, Lao Zhen's pants were undone, and his disgusting, ugly, club-like penis sprang out, bouncing and throbbing, showing off to Oran.
"You... Lao Zhen, you can't... do this..."
Oran tried to push Lao Zhen away, but couldn't budge him. Instead, the penis got even closer, bouncing and occasionally sliding against her genitals. Even through the thin underwear, the hard, hot glans tickled her vulva.
She had been tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, her mind filled with many thoughts, but no matter what she thought about, it always ended up back to that kind of thing between men and women. Suddenly, Oran was startled; her hand, as if possessed, had grabbed Lao Zhen's wretched penis!
"Oh...it's so hot! And so big! And so thick! If it went inside me, could I take it? Wouldn't I be killed?"
Seeing that Oran was already aroused, Lao Zhen acted accordingly, picking her up horizontally and carrying her into the house, then closing the door with his foot.
The two looked at each other, and the blush that had just faded from Oran's face returned like a rosy cloud, making her look incredibly beautiful!
"We...we can't do this..."
Oran still insisted, but how could Lao Zhen be swayed by this rejection that was hardly a refusal?
"Don't worry, no one will know!"
He placed Oran on the bed, his eyes already bloodshot, and said, "You're just using a laundry stick anyway, might as well let me do it!"
Lao Zhen quickly took off his own clothes, but as he began to help Oran undress, Oran suddenly took action, loosening and pulling off her only underwear!
"So what if I die? It would be better to be fucked to death on the bed! That's better than being unable to move like this!"
Kneeling between Oran's legs, looking at her snow-white body, Lao Zhen swallowed hard. Then, like a hungry wolf pouncing on a sheep, he pounced on Oran! He kissed every inch of Oran's skin, lips, face, neck, and breasts rather roughly. Finally, he stopped his exploration on Oran's small but very firm and full breasts, and began to devour them like a baby!
"Uh... be gentle..."
Lao Zhen sucked hard on Oran's nipple, and Oran felt as if her soul was being sucked out. Worse still, a chain reaction occurred within her body; every time Lao Zhen sucked her breast, her vagina would be stimulated in the same way, the soreness and itchiness like a kitten scratching her heart—indescribable!
"Stop sucking..."
Oran pushed Lao Zhen's head away forcefully, panting, "I... I... I can't take it anymore, come on!"
Having finally aroused the beauty, how could Lao Zhen hesitate? He immediately mounted her, taking his penis and thrusting it hard into Oran's arched vulva!
"Ah..."
A long, soft cry, though not loud, was very pleasant. Accompanying this, Oran's arms pulled Lao Zhen towards her body. Lao Zhen wasn't a naive young man; seeing this, he immediately began thrusting his hips back and forth.
"Pop, pop, pop..."
Each time the thick penis penetrated that hot, slippery vagina, it was like an oil press, squeezing out the vaginal fluids. And when the penis was withdrawn, because it was so thick and fit the vaginal walls so perfectly, it would draw out some air from the vagina, to the point that even some of the tender flesh in Oran's honey hole would stick out, causing her unbearable pain!
When the penis penetrated, the dense, full feeling seemed to fill every inch of her lower body, which was really different from her husband's little thing! But when the penis was withdrawn, the unbearable emptiness left behind was even more intense, making it hard to resist! Lao Zhen used a lot of force, each time he thrust downwards, he used all his strength, as if he wanted to crush Oran! Each time he withdrew, the movement was swift and powerful, and the control of the distance was extremely precise. The entire shaft was pulled out, leaving only the glans stuck in the vagina!
"Slap, slap, slap."
The crisp sound came from the collision of flesh against flesh, melodious and pleasing to the ear, easily arousing endless fantasies. But upon closer listening, it also carried a sinister undertone, tempting people to recklessly pursue that moment of madness!
Lao Zhen was working hard, but it was Oran who suffered. She had already lost herself, her heart pounding so fast it felt like it would burst out of her chest. Like a lone boat adrift on the vast ocean, she was utterly helpless amidst the raging waves. Sometimes tossed high into the air, sometimes plunged to the bottom, it was all beyond her control.
"Squeak, squeak."
The two of them, like two worms, shamelessly and recklessly engaged in their illicit union. Their madness even made the bed beneath them protest!
"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore!"
Oran had long since lost all sense of shame. She was drenched in sweat as if she had just been pulled from the water. Under Lao Zhen's relentless labor, she had lost herself completely. Lao Zhen's powerful thrusts sent her into a frenzy, wave after wave of ecstasy washing over her until she could no longer hold back and let out a desperate scream!
"No...it's over, ah...I'm going to die, have mercy on me..."
She felt as if Lao Zhen was going to fuck her to death, and couldn't help but beg for mercy, but all she got in return was Lao Zhen's even more cruel thrusting.
"I...ah...you're so cruel, ah..."
After a hysterical scream, a suffocating pleasure, like an electric current, suddenly surged from the deepest part of her vagina, reaching the top of her head and then quickly spreading outwards. Oran suddenly thrust her body a few times, her limbs flailing uncontrollably as if electrocuted, but she couldn't resist Lao Zhen's merciless thrusting. Then, suddenly her body stiffened, arched, and a stream of cool vaginal fluid spurted out, splashing onto Lao Zhen's hot glans, feeling incredibly comfortable!
The cool vaginal fluid spurted out in gushes, and while Lao Zhen felt the pleasure, he almost lost control and ejaculated on the spot. Fortunately, he was a seasoned veteran and managed to hold back.
"What about me if you're satisfied?"
After Oran recovered a little, Lao Zhen teased, "Since you're not going to talk, I'll continue!"
After climaxing, Oran regained her senses, and regret and remorse overwhelmed her.
"Why did I let him ruin my virginity so easily? Am I really such a slutty woman?"
"But he's really great! Much better than my husband!"
Lao Zhen deliberately flaunted his skills, continuing to work on Oran with all his might. Oran, who had just climaxed, was quickly brought to orgasm again by him, and the last trace of regret was swallowed up by the raging waves of desire! In a crazy night, Oran's body was thoroughly enjoyed by Lao Zhen, and at the same time, he also tasted the unprecedented pleasure of being a woman! Lao Zhen used his true skills, bringing Oran to orgasm four or five times before finally ejaculating his hot semen into Oran's vagina with satisfaction.
The already precarious vagina, scalded by the molten semen, crumbled instantly, melting away all its scalding heat. Oran climaxed again, and the two embraced tightly. Lao Zhen didn't immediately withdraw his penis, savoring the earthquake-like tremors from her vaginal walls, the pressure massaging his penis—it felt so good!
Even as the tremors subsided, Lao Zhen continued to caress Oran's body, while Oran, having shed her so-called restraints, nestled against his strong chest.
After their passionate encounter, Oran looked blissfully happy. Lao Zhen said, "Weren't you supposed to be gone for two days? We still have time." Oran pinched Lao Zhen's arm, teasingly saying, "You're so naughty, you actually had this plan?"
"My plan is to finish off all the women in your family!"
Lao Zhen thought to himself.
For the next two days, Lao Zhen went to Oran's house every night to make love to her. She also thoroughly enjoyed Lao Zhen's energetic thrusts. After a climax, Oran exclaimed, "My mother always told me that the things between men and women are the most pleasurable things, and that men and women who can't experience them are unhappy. Now I know how wonderful these things are!" "
Your mother said that? She enjoyed it too?"
"Yes, she even taught me how to use the washing stick."
The lecherous Lao Zhen's mind immediately conjured up an wicked image of his mature mother-in-law using a washing stick, and an idea began to brew in his head…

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