Helpless Singer's Tears

The deafening sound couldn't drown out the intermittent moans. The woman's panting, like the wind in a stormy sea, clearly penetrated Jiamin's eardrums with high-pitched syllables. She could even intermittently hear the "tsk! tsk!" sounds of water. Having been married for four years, she knew perfectly well that it was the sound of fluids from an object entering and exiting her vagina. Her neck was stiff as a fossil, but she dared not turn around. Her eyes were fixed on the computer screen in front of her, her legs bent to the side and tightly pressed together, as if trying to envelop the involuntary heat and moisture within her body in her swollen labia. It had been almost two months, but she still couldn't get used to this daily occurrence. Every time, she would blush and react intensely.

This was a fairly large club in the city. The owners behind the scenes were said to include the son of the city's Public Security Bureau chief and a section-level cadre from the Industry and Commerce Bureau, so it had been thriving since its opening, frequented by high-ranking officials and dignitaries. However, in Jiamin's eyes, their behavior was not as good as that of her colleagues at the factory during the day.

Twenty-six-year-old Jiamin works as an accountant in a printing factory during the day. Before getting married, she worked as a cashier in a state-owned enterprise in a neighboring county. At that time, her father-in-law was the factory director and her husband was the manager. Although their salaries were not high, they lived a peaceful and stable life. Who knew that during her and her husband's honeymoon, their original company was shut down due to poor performance, her father-in-law retired early, and the couple were laid off overnight. In the first year, Jiamin quickly found a job, but her husband, who had no skills, was too embarrassed to "lower himself" and lived as a "gold digger" for several years.

With Jiamin's salary and her father-in-law's retirement pension, the family could have lived a comfortable life if they had been frugal. However, if it weren't for her mother-in-law's sudden stroke and the resulting surge in medical expenses—although the government's medical and healthcare system covered most of it, the remaining amount immediately plunged them into financial hardship. She wouldn't have needed a second job, and her husband wouldn't have had to travel all the way to a large southern city to stay with his brother-in-law, learn car repair, and endure the pain of separation—almost a year had passed.

Two months ago, her mother-in-law developed pneumonia from a cold, further increasing the burden and prompting her retired father-in-law to actively seek work. Unfortunately, the shop where Jiamin worked at night closed down around that time. If she hadn't met her fellow villager, Tao Ma Xiaochun, at the supermarket that day, the story might have unfolded very differently!

The warm-hearted and straightforward Ma Xiaochun also has a sad past. Her husband and children live in the countryside, while she struggled alone in the big city for several years. She had an affair with a powerful man and now works as a "madam" at a "xxx club." After hearing about her best friend's difficulties, Ma Xiaochun immediately introduced Jiamin and her father-in-law to her workplace. One became a karaoke hostess, and the other "served" in the restroom. The two women, forced by circumstances, had no choice but to reluctantly accept the job. However, her father-in-law, Wang Han, quickly grew to love the job—every day in the fragrant, air-conditioned restroom, all he had to do was bow, say a few flattering words, and hand over a hand towel. He easily pocketed tens or even hundreds of yuan in tips every day. He told his wife more than once:

"Jiamin! Even the toilet here is more comfortable than at home. If they need someone to keep watch at night, I'll sleep in the toilet!"

But Jiamin had unspoken grievances. To avoid suspicion, this club divided its girls and private rooms into three levels: Hall C was the standard level, where they just sang songs and played drinking games with the guests. If there were any further requests, sorry! You'd have to discuss them outside!

Hall B was a level higher, catering to regular customers. So, besides real sex, touching breasts and probing vaginas was fine!

Hall A was the highest level, with private rooms having secret passages leading to luxurious suites at the back. If things got too heated in the front, they could relieve themselves nearby. It was specifically for entertaining "powerful people," and the girls were all carefully selected.

Jiamin was in charge of song selection. She couldn't follow the other girls' schedules and had to take turns. It was impossible to avoid those obscene scenes. Today, she was assigned to room B202. As soon as she entered, the customer ordered,

"Play Mandarin, Taiwanese, and English songs in rotation! Pick whatever you like! Just don't leave!" Jiamin remembered this man well. He was in his forties and had a big belly. Everyone called him "Boss Hong." Last time, ignoring the advice of the "madam" and the manager, he stripped "Xiaowen," who was working at the bar, naked. She sat on his lap, sucking his breasts and probing his vagina until "Xiaowen" was overflowing with lustful fluids and begging for mercy. Unexpectedly, he turned around and wiped his fat hand, which was covered in lustful fluids, on Jiamin's face, chuckling,

"Little girl! Is your vagina as wet as my hand? Let me see." Then he started to grope her.

Feeling suddenly humiliated, Jiamin burst into tears and ran out of the room. The incident immediately alerted her friend Ma Xiaochun and the manager on duty. Unfortunately, the other party was a major client of the shop and a friend of another manager, so in the end, Jiamin was compensated 300 yuan to settle the matter. What saddened Jiamin the most was what her father-in-law said on the way home:

"Jiamin! In places like that, customers are there for fun. Touching and groping is inevitable. Even if they touch you, it won't hurt you. As long as it's not too outrageous, just bear with it! This job is hard-earned!" That night, Jiamin cried all night, repeatedly thinking it over and over. Finally, she had to compromise with reality; "money" was just too important to them now!

From then on, Jiamin tried to relax and pretend not to hear or see the lewd noises and obscene scenes. But for some reason, she had become incredibly sensitive instead of just tense. Every time she finished serving a private room in Hall B, Jiamin would have to go to the bathroom to change her underwear. Her lower body was always sticky and burning, and her face would turn bright red. Against her fair skin and shapely figure, she always attracted the attention of the customers. Every "madam" inside was asked the same question:

"Hey! Madam! Can you ask the lady who plays the songs to come and sit at the counter for a bit?" Ma Xiaochun once joked:

"Jiamin! If you're willing to work as a prostitute, I guarantee you can buy a house in less than a year and become a rich woman in three years!" At the time, Jiamin just glared at her and didn't say anything.

The guests had been there for over an hour, and a faint, pungent odor was beginning to waft through the smoke-filled private room. The four of them had ordered five women. "Boss Hong" was busy with one woman on each side, his old flame "Xiao Wen" straddling his left thigh. Her high-slit cheongsam was already up to her waist; this girl was prepared, wearing no underwear. Her two snow-white thighs were tightly pressed against her sparsely haired pubic area. At this moment, "Boss Hong's" two fingers were deeply embedded in her vulva, probing and digging. "Xiao Wen" didn't know whether she felt discomfort or pleasure. She kept twisting her hips and moaning softly, her two jade-like arms wrapped around the man's neck, rubbing one of her exposed, plump breasts against his face; while "President Hong's" mouth was busy chasing the nipple that kept swaying on his face, his other hand was not idle either, reaching into the cheongsam of another lady reclining on him, named "Lily," grasping one breast, swirling his thumb around the nipple, kneading it until it was erect and hard; the other three couples were also busy with their own things, but this time they were much more well-behaved, at least following the rules here:

"Clothes must remain on the body, and a man must not expose his genitals." At this moment, "Boss Hong" turned around, catching his breath. He saw Jia Min's two slender legs writhing restlessly under her tight skirt. He pushed "Xiao Wen" off him, stood up, walked to Jia Min's side, bent down, and slapped her plump buttocks, whispering,

"Little girl! You're already wet before I've even touched you?"

Jia Min had finally managed to focus her attention on the melody of her favorite song, "Small Town Story," and was immersed in Teresa Teng's sweet voice. Startled by the slap, she retorted angrily,

"You're lewd! You're talking nonsense! I—I didn't!"

"Oh dear! We don't even know who's 'dirty' yet! I always use 'shooting'—or—how about we check who's 'dirty'!—Hey! Hey! What do you all say?" "General Manager Hong's" words immediately piqued everyone's interest, and they all crowded around, chattering and teasing. Jia Min blushed crimson with embarrassment, and stood up, wanting to run away.

"Wait!" "General Manager Hong" pressed his large hand on her shoulder and said in a deep voice:

"You called me lewd, but I haven't proven my innocence yet. You're not allowed to leave! Watch!" As he spoke, he pulled down his zipper, pulled out his dark, hard penis, and unexpectedly grabbed Jia Min's small hand, placing it on his shaft and rubbing the glans back and forth. At the same time, he said,

"How about it? I'm not 'leaky' down there, am I? Now it's my turn to check you!" After saying that, he pushed Jia Min down onto the carpet, and one hand quickly slipped into her tight skirt, directly touching her triangle area, rubbing and pressing through her stockings and panties.

Jiamin was stunned by the series of changes. By the time she came to her senses, the fortress had already fallen. Terrified, she immediately screamed loudly, her screams shrill and high-pitched, and she struggled desperately. This frightened everyone. Two people came over to pull "General Manager Hong" away, while advising,

"That's enough! That's enough! We're out having fun, don't cause trouble! Spare her!" "No way! When have I, Hong Deguang, ever suffered such a loss? Unless—" "Unless what?"

Several people asked in unison. Even Jiamin stopped screaming and struggling, staring with her beautiful eyes, wanting to know what to say next.

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on him, Hong Deguang said with no small amount of pride,

"Hey! Don't say I'm bullying a woman. I'll give her two choices. First, drink this half-full bottle of Hennessy whiskey on the table as an apology. Or second, let me see if she's wet down there. Don't rush! I don't want her to suffer too much. I'll give her 100 yuan for every minute I look, and 1,000 yuan for ten minutes. How about it?" As soon as he said this, everyone started offering suggestions, and this time they unanimously advised Jiamin to accept the second option.

Jiamin had already sat up and was leaning against the sofa, feeling utterly ashamed as she looked at the crowd. Seeing no other way to escape, she gritted her teeth and said resentfully,

"I'll drink!"

She snatched the bottle of liquor from the table and drank it straight from the bottle. The pungent liquid made her cough immediately, her throat feeling like it was on fire. Having never drunk alcohol before, Jiamin didn't have the courage to continue. But seeing the lustful eyes around her, she closed her eyes and gulped down several more mouthfuls. She felt as if a pot of hot water was boiling in her stomach, her whole body burning with an indescribable discomfort. She could only weakly put down the bottle and stammer,

"I—I really can't drink anymore!"

"How can that be! There's still half a bottle left! That's not enough!—How about this, let me see it. I won't take advantage of you; you've already had quite a few sips. It'll be five hundred! I'll add another five hundred for five minutes of viewing, how about that?"

"General Manager Hong" finished speaking casually, squatted down in front of Jia Min, put an arm around her shoulder, and glared at

her with his eyes wide open. "I—" "Jia Min! Just say yes! It's not like you'll lose a piece of meat, and you'll even make a profit. I'd beg for this!" At this moment, a lady named "Nana" couldn't help but speak up in her defense, and the customer next to her immediately chimed in:

"Oh my! My dear aunt! Who dares to look at you! Your toothless mouth is bigger than mine when it opens! How much money would it take to fill it! -- Oh! Oh!" "You idiot! Say that again!"

The two's playful banter drew laughter from everyone, easing the tense and unpleasant atmosphere in the private room. Jia Min felt her head growing heavier and her heart pounding. "President Hong's" gaze made her extremely uncomfortable. His face, just inches away, looked like a dark, gaping pot under the dim light, seemingly about to devour her. She managed to say with difficulty,

"You—only five minutes?"

"I swear on my honor!"

"You—you—don't touch me!"

"Alright! Since you're so worried, I'll make it look better! Here! Take this! This is my watch, you can use it to keep time. Xiao Wang! Get a towel and tie my hands up!" "Boss Hong" magnanimously took off his gold watch and shoved it into Jia Min's hands without a word, while simultaneously putting his hands behind his back for his companion to tie them up with a towel.

Seeing that things had come to this point and that the other party had done it so well, Jia Min had no choice but to slowly move up and sit on the sofa, bringing her legs together, pulling up her tight skirt, and reaching behind her back to slowly, inch by inch, pull down her pantyhose and briefs from her buttocks, her face flushed with embarrassment—

"Wait! This isn't fair!"

Jia Min opened her tightly closed eyes in surprise, only to see "Boss Hong" continuing to give orders:

"I've already agreed to all your conditions, but you're still being so coy, your legs are clenched tighter than anything else, how the hell am I supposed to see a cunt? No way! No way! Xiaowen! Lili! You two, each on one side, spread her legs, oh! And—who's going to get the flashlight?" "

I'll do it! I'll do it!"

The other three men scrambled to speak,

"Oh no! No! No! No! They can't look!" Jiamin screamed in terror at the sight of the three men's vicious expressions, "Why not? We're witnesses!"

"No! No! No!—" "

Alright! Stop arguing!"

"President Hong" shouted impatiently.

"Hey! They're not wrong, there should be a witness, but—this 'free show' is indeed unfair. How about this, Xiao Wang! You three! Each of you take out five hundred yuan! Little girl! Now you have nothing to say, right?"

Jia Min was stunned by these numbers. Hearing this, she silently took off her pantyhose and underwear, closed her eyes,

spread her legs apart, and muttered to herself:

"Endure! Just five minutes! Five minutes for two thousand five! Just pretend I didn't see anything!" Suddenly, Jia Min felt her legs being lifted up and placed on the sofa, spread wide apart into an M shape. She opened her eyes in panic and saw "Boss Hong" saying in a sinister tone:

"Little girl! You haven't checked the time or said start yet!"

Jia Min glanced at her watch in a panic: 11:53, then quickly closed her eyes again, her two small fists clenched tightly.

After several twists and turns, the mature woman's private parts were finally revealed naked: her thighs, as white and delicate as spring onions, resembled two jade pillars rising from the ground, tightly clamping her lush, moist, and slippery vulva. Sure enough, her long, black pubic hair was wet and disheveled, clinging to her plump, purplish-brown labia majora, gleaming with a captivating luster, a stark contrast to the neat, vibrant grassland below her abdomen. A small, agate-red pearl shyly peeked out, half-revealed. Her wide-open legs caused a narrow crevice to appear in her vulva, and her tender pink labia minora twitched slightly with her breath. Perhaps due to nervousness, Jia Min involuntarily contracted her anus. As her chrysanthemum bud moved in and out, her labia minora opened and closed in sync, occasionally releasing strands of clear mucus, as if one could hear a "drip" sound.

At this moment, heavy breathing and the "whoosh" of swallowing saliva could be clearly heard from inside the private room, even amidst the deafening music. The four men, wanting a closer look, huddled together, their heads bumping against each other, oblivious to the noise. It was as if their eyes were magnifying glasses. "Boss Hong's" head was almost touching Jia Min's genitals, his breath sending pubic hair flying. Everyone lost track of time. Suddenly, the overlapping pressure on their backs caused "Boss Hong" to slam his head against the fleshy opening in front of him, pressing it tightly against her—

"Oh no! No! Please! Get up! I beg you—get up!—Waaah—" Jia Min's whole body was stiff with tension. For the first time, she had exposed her private parts to a man other than her husband. The young woman was so ashamed that she dared not open her eyes. She secretly prayed that time would pass quickly. She dared not look at her watch, afraid of seeing such a shameful scene. The naive woman thought that when the time came, the guest would naturally call her. However, it seemed like an eternity had passed without any movement. Instead, hot breaths kept blowing on her vulva, causing waves of itching. It felt like insects were crawling and biting inside her vagina. Jia Min could clearly feel waves of lustful fluids uncontrollably overflowing from her uterus and spreading out of her vagina. Her long-dormant lust began to ferment. She bit her lower lip tightly, trying her best to suppress the urge to moan. Time had been thrown to the back of her mind. What mattered was how to overcome the challenge from within her body.

Then, a hot, soft mouth kissed her sweet lips, so tightly and deeply that the fine mustache pricked her sensitive, protruding clitoris, instantly stimulating Jia Min like an electric shock, causing her to scream. At the same time, a gush of lustful fluid gushed from her vagina. Her hands reflexively tried to push the man beneath her away (or press him down even tighter?), but "Xiao Wen" and "Lili," for reasons unknown, simultaneously pressed down on Jia Min's hands and feet tightly. "Boss Hong" seized the opportunity, sucking and nibbling, even using his tongue to tease and lick deep into her vagina, making "smacking" sounds. Soon, Jia Min gradually relaxed her limbs from desperate struggle, until finally she intermittently twisted her plump buttocks, occasionally lifting her vulva, and letting out moaning sounds. The other three men were no better off, each grabbing their own partners, groping and fondling their breasts. Just as a lewd battle was about to unfold, the door to the private room opened—

"Hey! Hey! Gentlemen! Ladies! What are you doing? We don't allow this here—oh dear! Jiamin! Jiamin!"

After seeing off a group of guests, Ma Xiaochun hurriedly walked towards B202. She knew the guests in this room were particularly difficult to deal with, but they were also very important. Seeing that it was almost time, she ignored the "don't disturb" order and pushed the door open. She hadn't quite seen the situation yet, so she just smiled and said a few words. But when she saw her friend lying on the sofa in disarray, she was shocked and rushed over. At the same time, she angrily asked the girls:

"What exactly happened? Explain yourself!"

After the girls gave their accounts, Ma Xiaochun stood up and walked up to "General Manager Hong," put her hands on her slender waist, and said calmly:

"Mr. Hong! You're a man of some standing, how dare you bully us poor women? Yes!

I know you and Kai are buddies, but Brother Tai also said that you know better than I who's in charge here. Tell me! How am I supposed to handle this today?" "Hey! Hey! I'm sorry! Sister-in-law! I went a little too far today, you know—this is a 'drinking party'!—I drank too much! I drank too much!—Hey!—You—you—you won't tell Brother Tai, will you?" "Mr. Hong" had no anger at all now, rubbing his hands and bowing repeatedly to Ma Xiaochun, "Drink! You think you can just say you drank too much and pretend nothing happened? Mr. Hong! You're really not being fair! This is clearly you bullying us, you have to explain, explain, right? I still have to take care of these sisters! You won't make things difficult for me, will you?"

"Of course! Of course! Tell me! Tell me!"

"Hey! I'm being fair! Since you had an agreement, it was 'mutual consent.' First, let's look at the time: it's 12:28 now, so let's say ten minutes have passed! Now, from—Jiamin!

Jiamin! What time do we start?"

Jiamin felt her head getting heavier and heavier, dizzy and nauseous, her body burning hot, and her lower body throbbing and sticky, extremely uncomfortable. She managed a weak reply:

"11:50—"

"Okay! From 11:50 to 12:18, a total of 28 minutes, I'll give you a discount, let's call it 2,500! Don't be upset! You've already eaten my sister's pussy and drunk her juices! And I haven't even charged you for that! -- Oh! And the other gentlemen! You enjoyed the show, didn't you? One price! 1,000 each! That'll settle this! How about it?"

Ma Xiaochun quickly handled the matter, and after seeing off the livid "General Manager Hong" and his group, she returned to the private room. Jia Min was already fast asleep on the sofa. Shaking her head, she asked someone to bring Jia Min's purse, stuffed a large wad of cash and her underwear and pantyhose into it, and then called someone to call Wang Han. The two of them helped Jia Min into a taxi, and she stood outside the car window and said to Wang Han:

"Uncle Han! I'm so sorry! I caused Jiamin's trouble today! Please tell her for me: I got everything back for her."

Wang Han sat in the taxi, his mind racing:

"What happened to Jiamin today? What did she do? What did she get back for her? What does that mean?"

All sorts of questions kept swirling in his head. At that moment, his wife's soft, voluptuous body leaned against him, her left hand limply resting on his hip. Wang Han, who was only in his early fifties, immediately felt aroused. He hadn't been with a woman for over a year. He had lived a simple life before and hadn't thought much about such things. But since starting work at the club, seeing those beautiful women wearing high-slit, low-cut cheongsams, revealing large expanses of their snow-white breasts and tender thighs, always gave him a surge of desire. It was as if the vitality of his youth had returned.

He glanced at the driver, then swayed his shoulders a few times. Seeing that his wife didn't react, he quietly reached out his right hand and caressed her waist, rubbing it back and forth between her waist and hips. His left hand enveloped her soft little hand, pressing it against his throbbing, aching penis, massaging it lightly and heavily. The lust in his chest flared up.

"Sir! Sir! We've arrived at Zhongshan Road!"

The driver's repeated calls startled Wang Han from his reverie. He awkwardly paid the fare, stumbled and helped his wife into the house. After placing his purse on the dining table, he lifted her up in his arms. Looking at the two adjacent rooms, Wang Han hesitated for several minutes before finally pushing open his son's door. He gently placed Jia Min on the bed, pulled a thin blanket over her, stared blankly for a while, sighed, and resolutely walked out.

Wang Han vigorously masturbated his swollen penis, letting the cold water from the showerhead pour over his head. His mind replayed the sensation of touching his wife's full, elastic body, and he quickened the pace of his masturbation—

"Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Jiamin! Jiamin!—Your little pussy is so tight—so soft!—It feels so good—oh—it's coming—it's coming! Ah—" A thick stream of white semen spurted far, far away. Wang Han slumped against the bathroom wall. After resting for a while, he listlessly dried himself, went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, sat down at the dining table in the living room, lit a cigarette, and fell into thought. With a "thud," he absentmindedly flicked the ash from his cigarette but knocked over his purse. "Huh? What's this?"

A white and brownish mass fell from the open purse. As Wang Han bent down to pick it up, a pile of money cascaded down with a "clatter."

"Wow! So much money! Where did Jiamin get so much money? -- Could it be -- wait? Isn't this a pair of briefs?"

Several items immediately triggered a series of associations in Wang Han's mind. Suddenly, he threw down what he was holding and rushed into his son's room.

Under the bright light, Jiamin slept peacefully, her little face rosy. Wang Han swallowed hard, pulled back the blanket, and with trembling hands pushed up his wife's tight skirt, revealing her plump, fair thighs inch by inch. Wang Han's mouth became dry and his heart raced. Finally, the alluring vulva was revealed. The entrance to her paradise was still slightly damp, and the messy pubic hair was dry and matted together, resembling a battlefield after intercourse. Wang Han slumped onto the bed, his eyes fixed on his wife's vulva, several thoughts racing through his mind:

"Jiamin got fucked! She sold her body! She's a prostitute! She's a prostitute!" "Anyone can sleep with a prostitute! I can sleep with her too!"

"No! No! She's my daughter-in-law, I can't betray my son!" "What does it matter? Is there a difference between a prostitute and a client? Fuck her! Prostitutes are meant to be ridden!" "No! No! Jiamin will definitely not accept it!"

"Go away! Being a prostitute is like cheating, once it happens, it'll happen again, a third time, and countless times, Wang Han! Wang Han! You'll be the one who can't accept it then!"

After a moment of stunned silence, Wang Han gritted his teeth, quickly stripped himself naked, and then stripped his daughter-in-law like a lamb. Jiamin's proud body was nakedly presented before her father-in-law, the red alluring, the white dazzling, the black seductive, the undulating hills and valleys, the delicate and smooth skin, stimulating Wang Han's penis, which had just ejaculated, to become hard and erect again. Lifting his wife's long, slender legs, he guided his swollen penis back and forth against her vulva a few times before slowly pushing the head of his penis inside. The tight, slippery, and warm sensation sent a shiver of pleasure through Wang Han. He could no longer restrain himself and began thrusting faster and faster, while his hands frantically played with her two firm breasts, biting and nibbling at her already hard nipples. His wife's alluring body made Wang Han as vigorous as a newlywed young man, thrusting and pounding with all his might! Tortured—Jia Min, in her deep sleep, felt as if she were on a ship in a raging sea, constantly tossing and rocking, or as if she were making love with her husband on a swing. Sometimes it was so deep that it made her uterus ache slightly, and sometimes it was so far away. Her flower was starving, and waves of tingling pleasure kept hitting her long-deprived body. She began to let out intermittent gasps and moans, and her two smooth jade arms wrapped around the man on top of her like snakes. She murmured in her sleep:

"Mmm~ mmm~ husband—deeper—oh—oh—mmm! mmm!—harder!—fuck my cunt to death!—ah~ I'm going to die!—husband! Don't stop!—faster! faster—mmm~ mmm~ coming! coming!—oh~~~ ah~~~"

A series of continuous spasms, Jia Min forcefully pulled the man's buttocks with both hands, her vagina pressing tightly against the base of his penis, hot vaginal fluid gushing from her uterus, her long-dormant lust finally being released.

After the orgasm, Jia Min stretched her body comfortably, her mind slowly returning to normal.

Wang Han reveled in his wife's beautiful body, thrusting in and out, watching his thick, dark penis pound into her wet, throbbing vulva. He was incredibly excited, further aroused by her moans and the gushing of her vaginal fluids. He felt the tingling and numbness in his lower back and thighs intensify, his glans becoming unusually sensitive. Knowing he was about to ejaculate, he mustered his remaining strength and thrust relentlessly, penetrating to the very root of her. This caused Jia Min, who was savoring the sensation with her eyes closed, to experience another wave of pleasure, and she opened her eyes at the same time—

"Ring! Ring! Ring!"

At the crucial moment, the telephone by the bedside rang. At the same time, Wang Han ejaculated his "sons and grandsons" deep into his daughter-in-law's womb with "plop," "plop," "plop." When Jia Min saw that it was her usually honest father-in-law riding on top of her, she was stunned and couldn't react at all. Hearing the phone ring, she mechanically picked up the receiver, "Hello! Jia Min! You're off work! Are you tired? I miss you so much! Is Daddy asleep? -- Hello!

Hello! Jia Min! Why aren't you saying anything? Hello! Can you hear me? Hello! --" All reality returned to its original state in an instant. She had been raped by her father-in-law. Although her lower body still lingered with the afterglow of orgasm, Jia Min felt a pang of heartache. She silently put down the phone, letting hot tears slide down her beautiful face. Perhaps, she should have a good talk with Ma Xiaochun tomorrow.

[The End]

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