Exposing and humiliating girlfriend 10-11

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(X) Adapted Hair Salon Encounter (Part 1)

Many readers prefer the scene of Rongrong being gang-raped, so I'm presenting an adapted and embellished version of my girlfriend's hair salon encounter as a thank you for your support!

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The fat guy who had just groped my girlfriend at the pork rib and rice cake shop entered the hair salon, where two shampoo girls greeted him. Soon, the fat guy sat down in the middle barber chair. My girlfriend got nervous when she saw him, but the shampoo girls aroused her sexual interest. Not long after, a middle-aged man entered the hair salon, exchanged a few words with another shampoo girl, and then went to the back of the salon. Now that there were no shampoo girls bothering me, I decided to stay with my girlfriend!

My girlfriend didn't kick me out again, so I flipped through a magazine. My girlfriend was very beautiful, and although she was dressed casually, she was more sexy than the shampoo girls next to her. The stylist who was giving her a hair treatment was also very professional, with skillful and efficient movements.
After finishing his girlfriend's hair treatment, the stylist took a small mirror from the lower shelf of the dressing table so she could see the effect. She was satisfied, and the stylist put the mirror back on the shelf. The problem was with the mirror!

It was positioned vertically, directly opposite the center of the barber's chair, right in front of her lower body.
While she was discussing the color and shine with the stylist, his eyes were already glancing at the mirror. Seemingly serious, he was clearly a master of lust; he must have seen plenty of young women's underwear!

The fat guy next to him, while enjoying the shampoo girl's service, kept glancing at his girlfriend's thighs, and even secretly touching the shampoo girl's thighs while looking at hers—he was definitely fantasizing about her!
He also discovered the mirror's use. Soon, the stylist finished his work and told his girlfriend to wait for the color to air dry. His girlfriend yawned, and her legs, which had been tightly pressed together, slowly relaxed, eventually settling into a normal position with her knees about 20 centimeters apart. The mirror opposite my girlfriend clearly recorded the beautiful moment of opening and closing.

The fat man's eyes widened, and even when the shampoo girl pressed his head down, he wouldn't move away. He knew his girlfriend wasn't wearing underwear, and like me, he was also anticipating her exposure. In the mirror, his girlfriend's pink skirt gradually couldn't cover her private parts. A small patch of black on her snow-white thighs gradually became clear—her pubic hair was exposed. The fat man and I almost simultaneously drooled.

The hairdresser came out from the back room after washing his hands, his gaze fixed directly on the mirror. Even he, in his thirties, was momentarily stunned. Then, pretending to fiddle with some things, he moved closer and closer to the mirror. From his angle, he had a better view of my girlfriend's genitals than we did; he must have seen the slit!

The hairdresser and the fat man's feast for the eyes was shattered by the shampoo girl. A question about who was prettier made my girlfriend straighten her posture. The fat man leaned the back of his head against the shampoo girl's chest and said stiffly, "Of course you're pretty," which made his girlfriend raise an eyebrow in disbelief. Was his girlfriend jealous of the shampoo girl?

"Liar! I'm pretty, why are you staring at other girls? Your eyes are practically popping out!" The shampoo girl noticed her girlfriend's exposure. Upon hearing this, the girlfriend tensed up for a moment, but continued to pretend to be calm.

"No, no, of course you're pretty, Little Swallow. I always order you when I come here, don't you understand my heart?" The fat man said, pinching the shampoo girl's buttocks.

"Tch, I know you too well. Don't stare at other girls' little sisters, or I'll gouge your eyes out!" The shampoo girl said "little sister" in a particularly sarcastic tone, even touching the fat man's flat nose, and bending forward to reveal a deep cleavage. Looking closely at the shampoo girl, she was quite attractive, but her makeup was too heavy, and her beige sundress was very thin, revealing her underwear.

"I like you. Same as always, I'll go upstairs and pamper you..." the fat man pleaded, squeezing the shampoo girl's hand.
"Go ahead, go upstairs with whoever you want!" the shampoo girl retorted, also jealous of her girlfriend.

"Look at you, of course I'll look at you. Let's add an extra hour later!" the fat man tightened his grip on the shampoo girl's hand.

"It depends on your performance. She's young and daring." the shampoo girl was fiercely jealous, almost exposing her girlfriend's revealing behavior. The girlfriend tensed up, glancing nervously at me.

"Things are more open now. The girls who come for hair treatments are all incredibly beautiful and daring," the hair stylist tried to smooth things over, but the girlfriend became even more shy, her face flushed.

"Okay, just a wash and a blow-dry," the hair stylist said, finally relieving the girlfriend's embarrassment as she went to the back room.

The fat man and the shampoo girl continued their flirtatious banter. The shampoo girl leaned close to the fat man's ear and whispered something I vaguely heard: "Dare to show...no underwear...friends here..." The fat man added, "Cowardly...send them away...watch me," which made the shampoo girl giggle lewdly.

What were they planning? Were they going to take advantage of my girlfriend? I stood up and looked into the inner room. There were two sinks side by side, and my girlfriend was at the one closer to the inner sink. The hairdresser was washing her hair, and she was wearing a white waterproof sheet. The sheet covered her from her neck to the hem of her skirt, only revealing her fair thighs.

There was a staircase in the corner of the room; I guessed this was the upstairs the fat man had mentioned. The fat man outside was probably waiting for the middle-aged man who had gone up to finish before going up himself. There was an exhaust fan on the wall not far from the staircase.
My girlfriend looked uncomfortable when she saw me watching her; she must have thought I knew about the people in the hair salon and had seen her bare private parts. Knowing my girlfriend, I told her I'd wait outside, and she seemed relieved.
I wouldn't go out unless I saw the exhaust fan. The gaps in the fan were enough for me to spy on her, especially her behavior when I wasn't there.

When she saw me leave the hair salon, the shampoo girl and the fat guy both gave lewd smiles. I didn't care anymore. I turned left, and not far away, there was an alley. Entering the alley, there were side alleys. In the side alley closest to the street, counting house after house, the house numbers on the street and the first row of houses in the alley were the same, only one had a front door and the other a back door.

At 11 pm, the alley was deserted. Right next to the corresponding back door, I saw the exhaust fan and the dim yellow light shining through the blades. I quickly found a men's bicycle, placed it under the exhaust fan, leaned against the wall, and stood on the bicycle rack.

Through the gaps in the fan, the scene inside the house was clear.

"Hey pretty young lady, where do you work?"
"I'm studying, not working." "

Studying? Are students this open these days? " the hair stylist asked, staring at her thighs.
"Studying... what open? I don't understand!" the girlfriend stammered, both embarrassed and flustered.

"Oh, college students, college students are open, aren't they?" the hair stylist said lewdly.
"Don't talk nonsense, no way..." the girlfriend cried out.

"Little sister, you're being naughty. Do college students not wear underwear anymore?" he tried to humiliate her. "
No, no, no," the girlfriend stammered.

"Shy, shy? Why aren't you wearing any?" the hair stylist said with a lewd grin.

"No, no, no..." the girlfriend tried to explain again, but the shampoo girl came in, followed by the fat man.

The shampoo girl made the fat guy lie down. He sat close to his girlfriend, his hairy thighs spread wide, almost touching her. The girlfriend disdainfully pulled away.

"Oh, she doesn't even want you. You're just a pig, good enough to look at," the shampoo girl said
, getting to the point. "What do you mean, 'good enough' or 'not good enough'? Hey sis, would you even want me?" the fat guy started flirting with the girlfriend while I wasn't looking.

"Hmph," the girlfriend ignored him.

"Weren't you being very affectionate at the pork rib and rice cake shop?" the fat guy threatened her.

"I...I have a boyfriend..." My girlfriend thought of me.

"Boyfriend? Haha, I have many boyfriends, little sister, how many do you have?" The shampoo girl said lewdly.

"One, just one," my girlfriend said with a sullen face, like a child who had made a mistake.

"She's a college student, a pillar of the nation!" The hairdresser's words exacerbated the shampoo girl's imbalance and increased the fat man's possessiveness!

"A college student?" The fat man winked at the shampoo girl, who hurriedly rinsed and dried his hair. The fat man got up, ready to leave. Was he leaving?

Just as the fat man stood up, he tripped and fell, losing his balance and falling forward. His right hand grabbed haphazardly. Just then, it hooked onto his girlfriend's skirt and lifted it up. Wow, the front of her skirt was completely flipped up.
From her thighs to her lower abdomen, her delicate pubic hair, even her pink slit, was all exposed to the two strangers.

My girlfriend screamed and tried to reach out to pull it back, but her hand was wrapped in a waterproof cloth and she couldn't reach out in time. The girlfriend's lower body was thus exposed.

"Sorry, sorry, I'll fix it, I'll fix it." The fat man pretended to bend down to help his girlfriend with her skirt, but his face was close to her genitals, scrutinizing them closely, and he even took a deep breath. "

Still not open-minded? Not even wearing underwear? Are you a college student? Or a streetwalker? Not wearing underwear is convenient!" the shampoo girl mocked, referring to streetwalkers as the lowest class.

"No, no!" the girlfriend explained, reaching out to pull up her skirt.

"Don't move! You're here to steal my business! Explain yourself, what are you pulling? It's already been exposed. I was showing it to the fat man while I was getting my hair treated, do you think I didn't know!" the hair treatment technician snapped at the girlfriend.

"What, what? I didn't..." the girlfriend tried to get up, but the hair treatment technician held her down, and the fat man also grabbed her legs, preventing her from struggling.

"Yanzi, keep an eye on the door. I'll ask around for you, see if they're here to steal your business!" The hair treatment maker told the shampoo girl to keep watch outside. "

No, let me go, what business... I don't know!" The girlfriend sensed something was wrong. Two men were holding her down, and her lower body was completely exposed. In her struggle, she broke free of the waterproof cloth binding her, and with a powerful swing of her arm, pushed the hair treatment maker away.

As she sat up, the fat man looked up to see what was happening, and his face was buried in the girlfriend's full breasts. The girlfriend was fine, but the fat man was stunned, gazing at his girlfriend's large breasts with a dazed expression, his hands no longer able to hold her down. The girlfriend turned to the side, got off the bed, and ran towards the outer room.

"Don't let her get away, you idiot, catch her!" The hair treatment maker panicked.

The girlfriend had already run to the door, and in her panic, she bumped into the shampoo girl who had come in after hearing the commotion. The two women wrestled together.

"Run! Trying to renege on your debt, shameless!" The shampoo girl was strong and had already pushed her girlfriend back into the inner room. She pushed against her girlfriend's left breast with one hand and grabbed her skirt with the other. Her girlfriend tried to push away the hands pressing against her breasts, but couldn't get any strength.

"No, no, they're going to do this to me!" Her girlfriend ignored it, using her left hand to push away the shampoo girl grabbing her breast, and her right hand to grab the shampoo girl's sundress and pull.

"Pay up! Do whatever you want, you slut, delivered to your door!" the shampoo girl pushed.

"Oh!" "Wow!" "Ah!" In her panic, her girlfriend pulled hard. "Tear!" The shampoo girl's sundress was ripped off, and because her girlfriend had grabbed it so tightly, her strapless bra underneath was also pulled off!

The shampoo girl screamed, quickly lifting her sundress to cover her swaying B-cup breasts and dark areolas. Her girlfriend was stunned, held back by the fat man behind her, staring blankly.

The fat man and the hair stylist hadn't expected this. Watching the shampoo girl tidy her clothes, the girlfriend lost all courage to run away.

"Slut! Running away without paying, tearing my clothes! You two men better teach her a lesson! You've already done enough for me, now this slut has to do it to me!" the shampoo girl said, raising her hand as if to hit the girlfriend. The girlfriend cried out, covering her face.

"What's all the noise about! Get out of the way!" the hair stylist grabbed the shampoo girl and shoved her aside. "Watch from outside, I'll deal with her!" "

Hmph! Slut, you'll see!" the shampoo girl leaned against the partition, watching. Now, only the girlfriend and the two middle-aged men were inside. The fat man was holding her from behind, her hands restrained.

"Young lady, look, she didn't pay, hit our staff, and tore her clothes. What are we going to do?" the hair stylist asked the girlfriend sarcastically.

"No, I'll pay! He...he tried to rape me!" the girlfriend cried out in panic.

"Who raped you! Okay, you weren't even wearing underwear, just showing off in public, clearly trying to seduce me!" the fat man said, nudging her buttocks.

"No, no!" the girlfriend protested.

"Not yet! Up ahead, on the street, right in front of the shop, he lifted his buttocks! Completely naked!" the fat man declared confidently.

"No, no, it was the wind, I didn't lift it—" "

Wind my foot! In the snack shop, you enjoyed touching me, didn't you? You were all wet, all wet!" the fat man said, bringing his mouth close to her ear as if to lick it, and she shrank back.

"Little girl, look, it's all your fault. Tell me yourself, what are you going to do about it!" the hairdresser, the owner, declared.

"I'll pay, let me go, I'll pay..." "

Pay? What do you mean, pay? Can you afford it?" "She didn't pay for the hair treatment, hit the waiter, seduced customers, and then ran away! Go to the street and tell them she'll pay up, okay? Ask your boyfriend, okay?!" the hair stylist threatened.
"You bad guys, you're slandering me, bullying me! I'm going to the police station and sue you for prostitution !" the girlfriend protested, refusing to let them do her treatment.

"Prostitution! You forced me to this! You're educated enough to sue us! Today, if I don't teach you a lesson, you won't know how powerful I am!" The hair stylist was about to teach the girlfriend a lesson. His shop relied on prostitutes for its survival; her threat to sue him was a tactic to provoke him.

"Yanzi, close the door! I'm going to teach her a lesson!" "The hair stylist grabbed his girlfriend, and the shampoo girl went to the outer room. All they could hear was the noise of the roller shutter door...

(XI) Adapted Hair Salon Encounter (Part 2)

In the previous episode, the shampoo girl pulled down the roller shutter door, and the hair stylist was also preparing to force himself on his girlfriend...

"No, what are you doing? My boyfriend is waiting for me, let me go..." The girlfriend tried her best to resist.
"Boyfriend? Your boyfriend doesn't let you wear underwear, your boyfriend lets you touch him? I'll go ask him, is that right? Let's go together, how about we call him over?" The fat man knew his girlfriend's weakness.

"...No, no, if he finds out he won't want me anymore..." The girlfriend wasn't worried about her virginity, but about me. "
Oh, I see... If you don't want your boyfriend to know, just cooperate and let us have our way with you, and it'll all be over. It won't cost you a hair!" The hair stylist sat down in the shampoo chair, leisurely.

The girlfriend didn't answer, but lowered her head and remained silent.

"Not speaking means you agree. Come here and sit down!" The hair stylist pointed to his thigh, gesturing for his girlfriend to sit on it. She ignored him, so the fat man pushed her over.

She sat sideways on his lap, legs tightly closed, arms crossed over her chest. The hair stylist, not yet forty, was a seasoned veteran, with high cheekbones, short hair, and dressed in a shirt and trousers—a truly respectable figure! He pulled up her skirt, slipped his hand inside, and pressed it against her buttocks.

"Fatty! Were you touching here just now?" he teased, touching her as he did so.

"Yes, yes, so tender, so tender, so elastic, and so tight." The fat man gestured as he stood next to his girlfriend, touching her face. She turned left and right, trying to escape.

"Mmm," she moaned.

"Oh, so fast, already wet?" The hairdresser's hand had already reached her cleft. She twisted and turned, gritting her teeth.

"Yes, yes, just now, a few touches on her butt, and she loosened up. I put my hand in, and she got wet, even spreading her legs so I could touch her..." the fat man described the scene at the snack shop.

His girlfriend twisted her body, making moaning sounds, like a mixture of rejection and pleasure.
"Slut!" the shampoo girl spat, leaning against the partition.

"It slid in, so wet, little sister, does it feel good? If it does, moan..." the hairdresser sped up. His girlfriend hummed, and the two laughed. The fat man touched her breasts.

"Get down on your knees and grab her! Get this over with quickly so you can get your boyfriend back!" The hair stylist wanted to hurry, after all, I should be waiting nearby. He turned and stood up, while still picking at his girlfriend's buttocks, and together with the fat man, made her lean forward, knees on the shampoo chair.

Her thighs were pressed tightly together, and the fat man lifted her skirt, revealing her buttocks, still damp with moisture. The girlfriend couldn't escape; her hands were pinned behind her back by the fat man.

"So tender, pink and chubby, much prettier than a swallow!" The fat man leaned closer to examine her buttocks and kissed them.

"Oh, no, um..." The girlfriend twisted in fright, but the sound she made was like a moan of pleasure.

"You're really good at twisting, slap, spread your legs a little wider, they're so tight, my fingers are going to break..." The hair stylist slapped his girlfriend's buttocks, used his foot to separate her tightly pressed legs, and made her spread her legs and lie face down. Her vulva, perineum, and anus were all exposed. He added another finger, inserting two fingers into her vagina, and she could only make "oh oh" and "hmm" sounds.

"Boss, turn her over, let's do her together?" The fat man wanted to touch his girlfriend's breasts, but the position was wrong, so he couldn't bring himself to do it. The hair stylist understood, and together with the fat man, they made their girlfriend lie on her back, face up. The two of them, one on each side, held their girlfriend down. The fat man unzipped the girlfriend's t-shirt, while the hair stylist used his fingers to insert into her vagina and his thumb to press her clitoris. The girlfriend's struggles became less and less...

The zipper was suddenly pulled open, and the girlfriend's t-shirt was spread out on both sides, revealing her white bra and smooth abdomen to the two middle-aged men.

"Wow, so big! This girl's really developing." The fat man eagerly leaned over and touched his girlfriend's breasts through her bra. After a few touches, he pushed up her bra, revealing her D-cup breasts. The pink areolas and erect nipples made the fat man drool.

"Your breasts are perky, you little slut, you want them, don't you?" The hair stylist was also excited. "Mmm, uh," the girlfriend weakly shook her head.

"So wet, and you still don't want them!" The hair stylist pulled out his fingers and rubbed them against the girlfriend's lips. He then put his fingers into her mouth and poked around a few times. The girlfriend couldn't escape and just kept her mouth closed. His fingers, sticky with her saliva and vaginal fluid, were then inserted into her vagina, where her labia were engorged with blood.

After touching his girlfriend's large breasts a few times, the fat man tried to take off her bra when the shampoo girl rushed over. "Serves you right for seducing men, for being shameless, for not wearing underwear in public, for tearing your skirt!" *Tear!* The shampoo girl ripped off her girlfriend's bra, tearing the straps and clasp.

"Serves you right for showing your breasts, you shameless slut!" The shampoo girl pinched her girlfriend's nipple and twisted it hard. Her girlfriend winced in pain, about to cry out, when the fat man's thick lips silenced her.

"Get out of the way, we're even now, I'll take over!" The hair stylist pushed the shampoo girl away; jealous women are more cunning than men.

The fat man kissed his girlfriend, fondling her breasts. Her t-shirt was half-undone, restricting her movement, leaving her completely exposed, her short skirt lifted to her stomach, revealing half her navel. Both sides were being fondled by two middle-aged men.
The hair stylist unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants down to his knees, revealing his erect penis, its purple glans glistening with oil. Although not long, it was quite thick. He hoisted his girlfriend's legs onto his shoulders, his glans pointing at her protruding vulva, directing his gaze towards her wet vaginal opening. With a thrust of his hips, the glans entered her vagina, and with another push, his entire penis slowly slid in.

"Wow, so tight, little pussy, so tight, never been used before..." the hairdresser began thrusting. His girlfriend tried to move upwards, attempting to escape, but he still penetrated her deeply.

Less than ten minutes had passed since the fat man tricked her into lifting her skirt, yet she had already been violated once more. This was the third stranger's penis today; a hairdresser probably gets about three a day, right?

The hairdresser thrust forcefully, wide and forceful, his pubic bone pressing against hers when he entered, and pulling out, leaving only the glans inside. His girlfriend's pink labia flipped in and out, overflowing with vaginal fluid.

The fat man finished kissing his girlfriend's lips, then stood up, pulled down his beach shorts, and pulled out his erect penis, bringing it to his girlfriend's mouth.

"Wait! Pay first!" the hairdresser said to the fat man while still having sex with his girlfriend.

"What?" the fat man asked, puzzled.

"In my shop, having sex with a woman, don't you pay?"

"Oh, right, I understand, I understand, of course I pay, but..." the fat man said lewdly.

"Be straightforward, if you don't pay, get out! For the sake of a regular customer, Xiao Yan's half price, 150!" The hairdresser was truly greedy; his girlfriend had become a prostitute, this was a form of mental humiliation for her!

"Okay, okay," the fat man took out money from his beach shorts to give to the hairdresser.

"Give it to Xiao Yan! You idiot!" The fat man thought for a moment, then understood. He handed the money to Xiao Yan, but she didn't take it. So, he stuffed the money into her cleavage, and Xiao Yan chuckled.

"Oh, that feels good, little sister, is it good?"

"Ugh, uh..." "

Tell me, or I'll sell you to Xinjiang!" "

Ugh, no, it feels good, it feels good..."

"Hehe, you little slut, fat man, go for it!" The hair stylist urged the fat man to continue. Facing his submissive girlfriend, the fat man couldn't resist, kneading her breasts and pressing his engorged penis against her lips. His girlfriend turned away, but the fat man twisted her head, pinned her down, and pressed the head of his penis against her lips, almost touching her teeth.

Seeing this, the hair stylist pulled out his penis with a "pop," stopping at the entrance of her vagina. The girlfriend felt a sudden emptiness in her lower body. For some reason, she let out a soft "oh," and instinctively opened her tightly closed mouth. The fat man, seizing the opportunity, thrust his glans inside.

"Mmm," the hairdresser said, "Look how horny she is," and thrust in again forcefully.

"Oh..." The girlfriend gasped, taking a deep breath and taking the fat man's entire penis into her mouth. The fat man was so excited he almost fell over.

Under the dim light, the almost naked girlfriend was being played with by two middle-aged men, her breasts swaying, her toes occasionally flexing, her hands almost wrapped around the hairdresser's waist. The girlfriend was already enjoying herself; since he was already inside her, and her boyfriend didn't know...

The hairdresser ejaculated, pressing tightly against her lower abdomen, his dark buttocks twitching, before collapsing onto her, his face pressed against her cleavage. The fat man also pulled out his shiny penis, which the girlfriend had been sucking, and prepared to insert it into her vagina.

Just then, the sound of a door opening came from the stairs. The middle-aged man who had gone up came down, followed by another shampoo girl.

"Boss, home-produced and sold, huh?" the middle-aged man asked. He had dark skin, a round face, tetracycline-stained teeth, and looked quite menacing.

"No, to teach her manners. If she doesn't listen, I have to teach her a lesson!" the hairdresser said, pulling his penis out of his girlfriend's body and wiping it on her skirt.

"Yes, new here. Come on, you little slut, stand up straight and let the boss see you!" The hair stylist pulled his girlfriend up and forced her to stand up straight. The girlfriend had no choice but to follow him, trying to cover her breasts with her hands, but they were caught in her t-shirt, causing her breasts to bounce.

"Call me boss!"

"Boss... slap!" The hair stylist slapped her buttocks halfway through her sentence.

"You have to bow! Ninety degrees!" The hair stylist pressed down on her buttocks. The girlfriend had no choice but to bend over and say, "Hello, boss!" Her large, round breasts were fully displayed as they sagged.

The hair stylist then lifted his girlfriend's skirt, showing the middle-aged man her thighs dripping with semen and her sparse pubic hair. He then turned her around, making her buttocks face the middle-aged man, pinched her buttocks, and spread her buttocks to show him her anus and perineum.

"Beautiful, your face and your pussy are both beautiful!" the middle-aged man exclaimed.

"Not bad, must have just gone swimming. Not bad, Chunni has drained you dry today. Come back next time!" He touched his girlfriend's buttocks, turned around, pinched her breasts, and lifted her chin, saying this.

"No..." His girlfriend refused,

and "slap!" another slap landed. "No what? Old Wang, next time, it'll be him. Chunni, see Old Wang off." The hair stylist looked smug and made his girlfriend sit back down.

Seeing an opening, the fat man came up and grabbed his girlfriend's breasts from behind, kneading them.

"Hurry up, five minutes, five minutes to finish. Her man is coming, hurry up!" The hair stylist urged the fat man.
"Okay, okay, so wet and tender, I almost sucked it all out!" The fat man was shameless. He hurriedly made his girlfriend lie face down on the shampoo chair, lifted her skirt, spread her buttocks, touched her labia, gripped his penis, aimed, and thrust in, excitedly pounding away.

His thick, fleshy hands reached forward to squeeze his girlfriend's breasts, while his other hand kneaded her buttocks.
"Is it good? Do you like me fucking you?"

"No, I don't like it..." "

I'll fuck you to death, in this snack shop, in front of your boyfriend!" The fat man fantasized as he fucked his girlfriend, her snow-white buttocks trembling from his thrusts.

"Stop talking! Hurry up!" The hairdresser urged the fat man as he cleaned by the sink.

"This ass is so tight..." The fat man kneaded his girlfriend's buttocks, spreading them apart, watching his penis go in and out of her vagina. He stared at her contracting anus, and soon, his thumb pressed against it!

"Ugh, ugh, no..." The girlfriend twisted her buttocks, trying to escape, but the fat man thrust even deeper, the first joint of his thumb penetrating her anus. She shuddered, her lower abdomen contracting violently—she had an orgasm!

"It's moving, it's sucking, it feels so good!" The fat man thrust vigorously with each of his girlfriend's orgasms.

"Little slut, do you like being fucked?"

"Oh, um, oh, um."

"If you like it, come every day, let people line up to fuck you every day!" "

Ugh, ugh, no, I'm scared..."

"Then I'll fuck you, keep you, fuck you every day!" "

Oh, uh..." The fat man also ejaculated... the fourth one today...

His girlfriend was by the sink, trying her best to scoop out the fluid from her vagina. The hairdresser looked at his girlfriend and said, "Your hair is dyed, shall we dry it?"

"No, let me go!" "

Alright, alright, I'll let you go, the hairdressing is free, that's the end of it for today!" The hairdresser persuaded his girlfriend, the deed is done, let's clean up the mess...

I stopped watching, circled back to the hair salon, and his girlfriend was already waiting on the street.

"Is it pretty? This time it cost a lot..." His girlfriend's expression was solemn.

"Beautiful, beautiful, as long as you're beautiful, I'm willing to pay any price..." Having been fucked, the price was too high...

I caressed my girlfriend, kissed her forehead, the faint scent of semen on her body intoxicating me...

[The End]

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