Older man, younger woman (young and beautiful wife - Ah Zhen) (40)

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[40] It turned out that the person knocking on the door was the downstairs neighbor. Because the house was full of water, it had leaked downstairs. The neighbor looked at the old beggar with suspicion and shouted angrily, "Old man! Get this water away! Damn it, do you want to drown us?!" "Uh, uh, okay, okay, I'll get it right now..." The old beggar immediately smiled bitterly and returned to his old and frail appearance, which was completely different from the fierce and mad dog-like appearance he had just a few minutes ago. The downstairs neighbor cursed and swore for several minutes. Ah Zhen, who was hiding in the room, heard it more and more and more outrageous. She really wanted to rush out and yell at this shameless person who had done this to her man, but she knew that if she went out, this matter would be exposed. Under the current circumstances, she could not do such a thing. Finally, the old beggar saw the people downstairs off, loudly cursing his bad luck. He turned back after closing the door and saw Ah Zhen looking at him with deep affection. He no longer had the heart to bother her, but the clever and obedient Ah Zhen remained silent. She tidied the clothes the old beggar had torn to shreds, rolled up her sleeves, and pulled up her trousers to help wash away the dirty water. The old beggar, afraid the people downstairs would come up and cause trouble again, also helped diligently. Ah Zhen worked up a sweat, her clothes soaked through, but like an understanding wife, she didn't utter a sound, just kept working. Finally, by dusk, the water was cleared away. Then Ah Zhen deftly took out the beef she had bought and went straight to the kitchen, bustling about again. The old beggar watched, feeling very content. Humming a little tune, he crossed his legs, smoking a cigarette, watching the woman swaying her hips in the kitchen. He felt very comfortable. Having a woman in the house was wonderful, especially such a beautiful woman. What did that fool call this woman again? "Fairy sister, hahaha," the old beggar thought smugly, unable to suppress a laugh. Ah Zhen, working in the kitchen, glared at him, wondering what he was thinking. After finishing their meal, Ah Zhen checked the time. She'd been busy all afternoon and evening; it was already 9 pm. The sweat mixed with Ah Zhen's natural scent was unpleasant for her, but for the man, it was a different kind of beauty. "I...I'm going back. You...take care of yourself..." Ah Zhen said, looking up at the old beggar. "Ah, you're leaving?" The old beggar was a little reluctant. This was the first time he'd spent so much time in the same house with Ah Zhen, living there in a very authentic way. He finally felt a sense of home, and now that Ah Zhen was leaving, he was indeed a little sad. "Yes, it's so late. I'm dirty, I'll go back and wash up..." Ah Zhen looked at the old man with a worried expression. She wasn't really willing either, but her inherent pride still held her ground. In truth, the old beggar only needed one sentence to change her mind immediately; she was actually waiting for that sentence. Seeing the old beggar's silence, Ah Zhen grew anxious. She actually wanted to stay, but often things changed in the blink of an eye. "I...I really have to go!" Ah Zhen was truly desperate. "Oh..." The old beggar rarely dealt with interpersonal relationships, and in his mind, such treatment was unheard of. A woman asking for his opinion was such a fantasy. He had initially lied to Ah Zhen, but now that she had truly fallen for the lie, he couldn't control himself. He couldn't even say "Don't go"; he genuinely didn't know how to speak. Seeing this, Ah Zhen sighed. She was, after all, a proud woman. She turned, grabbed her bag, and went out. Just as she was about to close the door, she stole a glance at the old beggar. Unexpectedly, the old man was smoking silently with his head down, looking sullen—just like the one who had wanted to eat her breasts but couldn't earlier. This made Ah Zhen chuckle. Laughter can resolve everything, and it was true for both Ah Zhen and the old beggar. A laugh softened Ah Zhen's heart. She thought, "This old man is really pitiful. His life story is so tragic. He's probably not someone easy to talk to. Why should I bother with him? Besides, I have nothing to do today..." Ah Zhen hesitated at the door, then went back into the room. "Hmph, you're lucky. I feel so uncomfortable all over. I want to take a shower, and then I'll go back inside," Ah Zhen said as she went inside. This time, the old beggar was truly amused. "Ha...really? Really? You won't go? That's great, that's great..." The old beggar pounced on her. "Oh, come on, I'm taking a shower... What are you doing..." Ah Zhen was hugged by the old beggar, a sweet feeling welling up inside her. It had been so long since a man had treated her like this. The feelings she had for the old beggar were filling a void in her heart. Sometimes she would ask herself, "The old beggar is so old, so dirty, but why doesn't he seem like a flaw?" In truth, all her flaws were masked by the old beggar's actions towards her. The old beggar hugged Ah Zhen tightly. "Don't shower, don't shower, you smell so good!" He sniffed Ah Zhen from behind. Ah Zhen's feminine fragrance was like heavenly food to the old beggar. Like a dog in heat, the old beggar rubbed his genitals tightly against Ah Zhen's upturned buttocks. A strong, pungent smell of old man's urine suddenly filled the room. Ah Zhen turned around abruptly, facing the old beggar, and pointed her finger at his nose: "Hmph, annoying, you didn't want me to leave, why didn't you say so? Hmph, why didn't you say so?" Like a flirtatious lover, Ah Zhen offered herself to the old beggar. The old beggar didn't hold back. Having eaten his fill, he was now indulging his lust. Faced with such a beautiful woman, what was he waiting for? What more could he ask for? He bit down hard on Ah Zhen's nipple, his yellow teeth and thick tongue pressing against it, making Ah Zhen shudder. They were still in the living room when Ah Zhen gently pulled away. "Not here..." she said, not even looking at the old beggar. She put down her bag and went into his room without turning back. The old beggar followed behind, letting out a loud roar like a lion triumphing over an enemy. As he walked, he pulled down his pants, revealing a filthy, foul-smelling object. The old beggar followed her into the house and saw Ah Zhen already sitting on the bed. The dim yellow light, a bulb the old beggar had picked up from the street, shone brightly on Ah Zhen's fair skin. Ah Zhen watched him enter and proactively took off her sweatpants. The old beggar had tried to take off these before, but they were too tight, constricting Ah Zhen's beautiful, slender figure. Ah Zhen, quite discreetly, removed her long, beautiful legs, revealing a white lace dress. Her lush, green pubic area peeked out from her flat stomach, creating a small mound – what a beautiful sight! She slowly rubbed her legs together, gently biting her lips as she looked at the old beggar standing in the doorway. The old beggar was instantly captivated. "Um…am I…am I beautiful?" Ah Zhen asked softly, looking at the stunned old beggar. "Beautiful, so beautiful, a fairy... Ah... Child... Mother of my child... Ah..." The old beggar answered with mixed feelings. On one hand, he wondered if it was a dream that this beautiful woman would let him have her, and on the other hand, he was afraid of losing her and always wanted to assert his ownership, which was to have her pregnant with his child. Ah Zhen looked at the old man who kept thinking about having her have a child, and suddenly she had a lot of thoughts about this poor old man. He was really pitiful, over eighty years old and had no children. Looking at the old beggar, Ah Zhen stretched out her arms and said, "Come..." The old beggar suddenly seemed to be decades younger and rushed into the arms of the charming Ah Zhen on the bed. He now began to know how to enjoy Ah Zhen's tenderness. He murmured and rubbed against Ah Zhen's plump body. Ah Zhen exuded maternal love and touched the old beggar's dirty and greasy hair. Some people have said that sex has no age limit. Whether it's an eighty-year-old man with a twenty-year-old woman, men are always the submissive group in front of women. They need women's love and women's breasts. An eighty-year-old man also needs to suckle the nipples of a twenty-year-old woman. This is a natural way of contact, and no one will change it. The old beggar was now lying on top of Ah Zhen, inhaling her fragrance. He was like a sleeping old lion stroking its dry mane for its master. Ah Zhen's breasts were large, and the old beggar's head rested comfortably on them. Ah Zhen looked at the old man and felt a pang of sadness. He was over eighty years old and only now was he enjoying the taste of a woman. Fate had arranged for her to meet this old man, and she had no regrets. She remembered the first time she met this man, the way he held her bra and masturbated. She felt a sense of being loved and couldn't help but hug the old man, letting him rest more comfortably on her warm chest. Her hand gently reached behind her, wanting to unbutton her bra so that the old man's face could be pressed more comfortably against her warm chest, but she couldn't reach him and had to give up, letting the old man slowly murmur against her body. She didn't know his past, but she'd heard his stories. He'd been bullied since childhood, and his life had been difficult. Looking at this house that might one day belong to her, as a woman, Ah Zhen could only use her gentleness and strength to serve this man. Her initiative stemmed from the fact that she had unknowingly been deceived by the old beggar's lies. Ah Zhen parted her smooth, white thighs, and the old beggar knelt between them. Ah Zhen gently stroked his rough back without complaint. Under Ah Zhen's gentle touch, the old beggar gradually fell asleep. They were both tired from the day, and Ah Zhen was tired too. Seeing the old beggar sleeping soundly on her, she knew this sense of security wasn't something she could do every day. Now, she needed to give him more.Warmth. Ah Zhen didn't dare wake him. While he snored soundly, she looked at him, noticing his hand still clutching her breast. Ah Zhen smiled, "How annoying... even in your sleep you don't forget to grab me..." she whispered, then playfully reached out and covered the old beggar's dark hand, grasping his fingers and gently touching her nipple. "Ah... ah..." It wasn't her own hand, but it was under her own control, touching her nipple. So stimulating, it made Ah Zhen feel a wave of pleasure. But she didn't want to play anymore, because the male on top of her was sleeping, like a playful, kind wife. Ah Zhen stuck out her tongue, and soon she too gradually fell asleep... (To be continued) Meng Xiaohui's voice: +8 gold coins for reposting and sharing, a red envelope is offered!

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