The famous weapon under the uniform 13

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I'm so sorry for the late update, given everyone's repeated requests.
My original intention remains the same: to make the characters well-developed and the environment three-dimensional. Although it's not perfect, please forgive me.

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Having experienced the lengthening before, I wasn't alarmed by this strange feeling, but surprise was inevitable. When it lengthened, even without moving my body, I felt a sensation of penetration. Now, with this change described in the manuscript as "the crown of thorns," the glans was unbearably itchy. According to the explanation, the glans would become covered in bumps and unevenness. Was it because the surface area had increased, or perhaps the sensitivity itself had improved, thus doubling the pleasure? In any case, it was incredibly pleasurable.

Zhou Lian was now collapsed on the bed, barely breathing. If she went to bed again in the blink of an eye, her life would be hanging by a thread. However, after all, "there are only oxen that die from exhaustion, not land that is over-plowed," so she shouldn't worry about it.

Xiaodie, eager to know if it had worked, didn't dare speak loudly, but mouthed, "How is it? Has it changed?"

I lingered, caressing Zhou Lian's silk-stockinged buttocks, nodding as I felt them, and pulled back to take a look.
The moment I moved, Zhou Lian shivered violently, startling me. Pulling back further, it felt like her uterus was gripping my glans, resisting. I steadied myself, forcefully sitting back, finally pulling my glans out. I faintly heard a "gurgling" sound, probably from negative pressure in her uterus, but I couldn't make it out clearly. However, Zhou Lian's moans were distinct; the instant I pulled out, her body shifted backward, as if being led by my penis, uttering moaning sounds.

As I continued to pull out, I could feel the folds of her vaginal muscles tightening and scraping against my glans.
As the penis was slowly withdrawn, Zhou Lian weakly said, "What... what's wrong with this thing..."

"What's wrong? How does it feel?" I asked knowingly.

"The glans seems bigger... no... it seems... it seems..." Zhou Lian thought for a long time but couldn't say anything.
I was secretly pleased. After pulling the entire penis out and showing it to the three of them, Xiao Die and Zhou Lian's expressions were like they had eaten a particularly sour orange. They grinned and said in unison, "It's ugly!"

The penis was still the same as before, but the glans looked like a small durian, with many fleshy cones growing on it, the same color as the glans itself. It really wasn't very good-looking.

"Implanted beads?" Zhou Lian blurted out.

This explanation was really unreliable. Who inserts beads into the glans? And with pointed shapes at that? If it were really inserted like that, the person would die of pain before even getting to the point of being impregnated. However, Zhou Lian really knew a lot.

I explained to her that it wasn't penile implants, that it was something that grew naturally. After hearing this, she started to doubt again: "Did you take medication or have surgery?"

I didn't want to explain too much to her, and I didn't want her to know that Xiaodie and I could change, so I vaguely told her, "I was born with a different shape than others, but it's just the shape. The key is whether it works."
But this reason wasn't very convincing, and she was still suspicious: "Born like this? Besides length and girth, how can a man grow into such a strange shape like you?"

"You don't understand. There are big differences between men, not just what you mentioned. It's just that mine is more obvious. Besides, women are all different. Aren't you an example?"

"Me?" She thought for a moment, and after several orgasms, her mind seemed to slow down: "Hmm... that's true. Someone did say that my genitals are different from other women's."

"That's right, you're hidden inside, and I'm exposed outside. It's just that you're inexperienced and haven't encountered anything like me before. Also, what you have is called the 'Wind Eye Point,' which is quite rare." I didn't use the word "famous instrument" to avoid making her even more arrogant and carried away.

"Oh! So, we're both lucky?"

The word "lucky" felt a bit off here.

"You could say that, anyway, we're a perfect match." This was absolutely the truth. "

Pah! Who wants to be a match for you? You're so ugly, disgusting." Zhou Lian looked at my erect penis that was about to touch her lower abdomen and said.

"Then don't you want to try it?" I asked with a wicked smile.

"I..." She had indeed become stupid and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

I didn't need her answer. Before she could react, I lifted one of her black-stockinged legs, placing it on my shoulder, following her side-lying position. With a "plop," half of my penis slid into her, squeezing out a gush of vaginal fluid that sprayed onto my testicles. Apparently, she was already soaking wet while I was talking.

"You're so horny, and you still won't admit it?" I asked.

"What...admit...what..." She hadn't caught her breath and asked weakly.

"When I pulled out, there wasn't this much fluid inside. Why is it so wet now?"

"I...I also kind of want...your big glans...to fuck my...little cunt..." she answered shyly.

"Oh? You don't mind how ugly it is?"

"Ugly...it's ugly...let me try it a few times...if it's not comfortable, pull it out..."

"Okay, just don't beg me to fuck you harder later!"

I didn't know the power of this new weapon. I tried to slowly thrust in and out, not fully inserting it, just moving it back and forth inside her.

I felt that not only had my glans increased in size and surface area, but it also seemed to have more nerves, making it more sensitive. Combined with the folds in Zhou Lian's vagina, the pleasure spread throughout my body intensified.

Zhou Lian also noticed the change. At first, she lay there with a calm expression, but after a few thrusts, she became aroused. Her beautiful legs, which had been resting on my shoulders, bent inward, straddling my back and squeezing me to thrust deeper.

I held the stockinged thighs on my shoulders with both hands, my buttocks straddling the black stockinged leg below. The friction between my testicles and anus against the stockings felt wonderful, and I couldn't help but thrust harder and harder.

This was exactly what Zhou Lian wanted. Her moans gradually turned into gasps, and although she didn't speak, it was clear that she had entered the state more quickly than ever before.

Although "silence speaks louder than words," I still enjoy seeing beautiful women say dirty things in bed, so I teased, "Is this ugly thing comfortable? Tell me quickly, how does it feel?"

Zhou Lian described it without hesitation: "Comfortable...so comfortable...the glans is bigger than before...it makes my penis seem thicker...those barbs are also very hard...it scratches inside, making it itchy and pleasurable..."

I mocked, "Hehe, you know how powerful it is now, are you scared?"

"Who's scared of you...I'm not scared at all..."

Zhou Lian said, secretly tightening her vaginal muscles, trying to squeeze my penis as hard as before. Unexpectedly, she only managed to tighten halfway before beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she dared not exert any more force.

"What's wrong? Try harder? You're scared?"

Zhou Lian shook her head repeatedly, embarrassed.

"Okay, you don't move, I will!"

With that, I sped up and inserted most of my penis, each thrust hitting the cervix. The sudden pleasure was almost uncontrollable, let alone Zhou Lian, whose face turned red and who couldn't even make a sound.
The most unbearable part was the friction between my lower body and the stockings. The already textured stockings were covered in wavy patterns, which made my testicles tighten and feel intensely pleasurable.

I grabbed the black-stockinged leg that was draped over my shoulder and licked and bit it haphazardly, while my lower body moved, each thrust stimulating her honey pot, especially the tip. I brushed away every fold and crevice it touched, those horizontal crevices that had never been touched before, the most sensitive and vulnerable parts. Zhou Lian was also going crazy, hugging her raised leg as if it were the only thing she could grasp, her head shaking incessantly.

Seeing that she had already settled into her position, I didn't need to exert any effort, so I focused all my attention on attacking her honey pot. After fucking the flesh until it was burning hot, I went straight for her core. After several nights of exploration, it was much easier to enter and exit there. Although the head of my penis had changed shape, with a little force, I managed to insert it smoothly.

"Ah!!! So early... and it's already in... I'm not ready... I'm so full... No...
wait a minute..."

Zhou Lian's words were a belated attempt to salvage the situation, just like her initial pleas for mercy, which were now futile. The glans was inside, feeling like a fish in water; the swollen shaft could touch any part of her body, and her uterus was also very excited, enveloping and embracing her with great pleasure, immediately betraying Zhou Lian.

"You're not ready? Your philandering ways don't seem to think that way!" I teased in a mocking tone.
I mocked her, but my movements didn't stop, although the glans never withdrew from her uterus. Zhou Lian slowly began to enjoy the sensation, comfortably twisting her body and stroking the stockings on her calves.

"Give her some time, you know... I'm feeling better... You can... use a little more force... Fuck me..."
"What did I tell you? Just beg me!"

"Ugh! You're bullying me again. Okay, okay, I admit I was wrong, alright? Just use a little more force... Your big glans feels so good... Harder... Good godfather... Your little flower wants you..."
Zhou Lian forcefully pulled her legs up to her chest, exposing her honey hole to the maximum extent. Her originally round, large breasts were now flattened.

Xiao Die, who had been silent for a long time, just staring intently at us, spoke up: "Zheng Tian, for the sake of her being a slut, don't tease her. Anyway, we're going to fuck her until she can't get out of bed tonight. Give her a few orgasms, make her squirt until she's dehydrated, hehe."

This vixen Xiao Die didn't forget to mock the other person while advising him. Her words made my blood boil, and I immediately started fucking her hard in her womb.

"Oh...oh...ah...so good...godfather...big cock godfather...so good...so great...my pussy feels

so good...oh my god...big glans...you're going to fuck me to death..." Zhou Lian shouted dirty words, her beautiful legs trembling as she hugged them. The unprecedented stimulation shortened the process of accumulating pleasure several times over, making it feel like she had been fucking for a long time in a very short time. Her vaginal muscles tensed up and returned to the narrowness that the "eye of the hole" should have, and activated the vibration function.

I changed to a kneeling position, moved her other leg out from under my crotch, grabbed her two ankles with both hands, spread them apart and pressed them to the sides of my body. Her little buttocks were forced off the bed, and her honey hole was wide open, accepting my penis.

Zhou Lian lay like this, her hands gripping the sheets behind her, looking like a slut who could not resist. Her almond eyes were half closed and full of spring, and her breasts were swaying wildly as she was fucked.

Xiao Die watched with hunger and helplessness, crawled over with her fingers in her mouth, and pressed down on Zhou Lian's clitoris.
"You...you two...you ganged up on me again...Xiaodie...you little slut...if you really can't take it...I'll give you my big cock...let it fuck your mouth...to give you a little pleasure...
but don't...I can't stand you two..."

Zhou Lian grabbed Xiaodie's ankle through her sheer stockings, about to continue cursing, when suddenly she was drawn to the soft feel of Xiaodie's beautiful legs. Besides the proper bone structure, there were also beautiful curves that made her love it. Then, she began to stroke her calves, and Xiaodie felt... Shi Di brought her small mouth close, her tongue prying open Zhou Lian's mouth, and the two began a French kiss, the cursing abruptly ceasing dramatically.

I knelt upright beneath Zhou Lian, thrusting my penis upwards, the force of its erection pushing against her honeypot. The glans, enlarged by the protrusions, pumped her juices out like a water pump, mixing with her recent orgasm, turning the bed into a waterbed.

At this point, her "eye of the hole" posed no threat to me; she was barely able to protect herself, let alone care about me.
Zhou Lian could only endure not being brought to orgasm too quickly, as the night was still long.

Relying on her strong willpower, Zhou Lian awkwardly persisted for less than ten minutes before finally ejaculating profusely under the combined thrusting of me and Xiao Die.

After her orgasm, Zhou Lian let out a long breath, her eyes glazed, and she groaned weakly in a trembling voice, "Stop for a while... let me rest..."

"Weren't you quite capable?" Xiao Die rolled her eyes at Zhou Lian.

Zhou Lian struggled to roll over to the side, arguing, "Well...you can't fuck me to death...it's only been a short time...and I've had so many orgasms...I can't take it..."

I was also a bit tired, so I got up to get some water and rest on the sofa. I checked the time; it was just past midnight. Zhou Lian had already had at least five orgasms in a row, which was indeed a bit frequent. I decided to let her rest a bit; there was still plenty of time.

I turned on the TV to catch up on domestic and international news. Foreign countries were rife with intrigue, while things were great domestically. Forget about "Grimm's Fairy Tales" and "Andersen's Fairy Tales."

In the distance, I could hear two beautiful women whispering. Xiao Die helped Zhou Lian to a sex chair and lay down, then bent down and fiddled with the chair for a long time. I ignored them and continued drinking water and watching TV. After a while, I heard Zhou Lian's panting, which quickly grew louder. I didn't need to look to know that Xiao Die was using her saliva to torment her again.
While licking, Xiaodie bound Zhou Lian's hands and feet with straps. Zhou Lian, deeply lost in passion, completely disregarded Xiaodie's wanton actions. Listening to Zhou Lian's increasingly intense moans, I lost all interest in the news's fabricated stories. Holding Xiaodie's phone, I took on the role of cameraman. In the video, Xiaodie looked stunning, especially since she was engaging in lesbian acts. All other adult films paled in comparison. The image: a pretty face, delicate features, skillful technique—it would be an AV cover if you put it on. Moreover, she had a natural flair for the camera, knowing exactly what poses would be the perfect angle.

I held my phone, filming with unrestrained enthusiasm, my previously waning penis instantly becoming energetic and eager. Xiaodie, in turn, aroused Zhou Lian, her waist swaying gracefully. The tingling, itchy sensation of countless insects crawling across her vulva caused her two red labia to open and close frequently, releasing fluid.

Seeing that the time was right, Xiaodie looked up and licked her lips, which were covered in semen, and asked, "Teacher Zhou, are you feeling better?"
Zhou Lian twisted her sexy black-stockinged buttocks and looked at me, saying, "It itches...it's so itchy...Godfather, come and fuck me...my pussy is already soaked from Xiaodie's licking..."

I tightened my sphincter, and my penis immediately nodded towards Zhou Lian. I said disdainfully, "I think it's still a little short. Lick it a little more."

Xiaodie immediately lowered her head and was about to lick again when Zhou Lian said coquettishly, "Enough...enough...good godfather...
come on...I want it..."

She was more than ever before Her sweet, coquettish voice and seductive eyes were a stark contrast to the aloof office lady I'd just seen. For a moment, I found it hard to accept. But the throbbing in my prostate kept pushing me forward, telling me: if there's a pussy to fuck, I won't let it go. Besides, this slut was just acting unusually provocatively; I wasn't used to it yet. If it were Chu Feiya and her daughter, it would be understandable, and I might even applaud.

Having made up my mind, I mounted her. My glans, which had been idle for half a day, had lost its barbs. After being slightly moistened with some slippery, lustful fluid, it easily slid into Zhou Lian's honeypot.

"Ah! It's so full... Godfather... it's so full..." Zhou Lian exclaimed.

Compared to the barbs on my glans, this was much more tolerable. But as soon as I inserted it, I pulled my glans out.

"How..." Zhou Lian, who had just felt fulfilled, was now back to emptiness, and couldn't help but feel reluctant

to let go. I inserted it a second time, still only the glans, then withdrew, then inserted again, then withdrew again, then inserted again, again and again, repeating this dozens of times. Zhou Lian twisted her buttocks, her juices flowing down in a "whoosh," her toes pointed, her hands gripping the handrails tightly, her brows furrowed and her eyes wide as she stared at me, a belly full of unspeakable grievances. Compared to her previous seductive appearance, she now looked more endearing, her hands and feet bound, helpless, only able to spread her legs, letting my glans go in and out, her juices flowing like a river.

Slowly, the glans, stimulated, gradually returned to its battle form, armored, like an incomparably fierce warrior galloping across the battlefield.

Soon, Zhou Lian also felt the change in the glans, the increasingly swollen stimulation refocusing her scattered soul, concentrating it on the switch deep inside her vagina that was enough to give her pleasure.

"No... Godfather... no... not there... please... don't do this..." Zhou Lian pleaded repeatedly.

Xiao Die held up her phone and asked in an interview-like manner, "Miss, why is it unbearable when your godfather fucks you like this?"

"He... he's... too good there... it's hitting my G-spot... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to squirt again if you keep doing this...
" Zhou Lian said with shame and remorse, hating herself for being so useless.

"So, Mr. Chen, what are your plans in the face of your goddaughter's pleas?" Xiao Die turned the camera to me and asked.

I swayed my hips slightly, feigning profundity, and said, "Well... I think it's better to let her squirt a few more times."

"No... no... I've never squirted so many times in a row..." Zhou Lian quickly retorted. Xiao Die immediately turned the camera around, and from my angle on the screen, I could see her fearful expression. "If you keep doing this... you'll break it... just put it in... all the way in..."

I didn't listen to her nonsense and spoke the truth I firmly believed in: "There are only oxen that die from exhaustion, not land that is over-plowed.
Isn't that what you women always say? At worst, you can just drink more water and make up for it."

At this moment, Zhou Lian was on the verge of orgasm and had no strength to say anything more. So I lowered my body, shifted my center of gravity, and held her beautiful legs in black stockings. Using my limited physics knowledge and the lever principle, I raised my glans and thrust in and out in small areas, each time hitting her G-spot. Soon, she orgasmed.

"It's coming...it's coming...ah...Godfather...I'm coming..." Zhou Lian's voice was slightly tearful, her brows furrowed, and her eyes glazed as she moaned loudly, "Your big cock...it's fucking me to death...it's so swollen...I'm going to squirt...I'm going to squirt...ah..."

With each cry, before I could even pull out my penis, streams of clear liquid gushed from Zhou Lian's urethra, which startled me. It usually seemed to come out of her vagina, but now it looked like she was urinating.

I expressed my confusion, and Xiao Die said she hadn't studied this in detail. However, Zhou Lian, whose orgasm was fading, gave us a lesson. It turns out that what is traditionally referred to as squirting is actually squirting from the urethra, colorless and odorless. Vaginal squirting can also occur, but it's relatively rare, and she had only experienced it a few times, mainly today.

Listening to her personal account, I wasn't really concerned about this issue. After all, they're all orgasms; what's the difference besides the different forms of expression? Doing my job well is the most important thing, so I started thrusting my penis, eliciting another soft moan from Zhou Lian…

The night was long, and I couldn't sleep. We went at it until dawn. Zhou Lian tried to retaliate a few times, but ultimately failed. The sheets, walls, and carpet were all wet with her spray. Xiao Die endured the torment helplessly, falling asleep and waking up intermittently, patting and stopping, keeping us company all night. Seeing Zhou Lian's exhausted state as she drifted off to sleep, I wasn't much better off. My back ached, my legs cramped, and even calcium supplements probably wouldn't help. So I simply collapsed onto the bed, embracing the two still-naked beauties in stockings, and fell asleep together.

I slept until I naturally woke up. Yes, I felt very successful.

Still sleepy, I couldn't tell what time it was from the light. After a night of passion, I had long since tossed my phone and watch into some corner. I carefully pulled my arms out from under the beauties' bodies, found Xiao Die's phone, and checked it. It was already three in the afternoon.

Startled by my presence, Xiaodie woke up, rubbing her eyes and pouting. Urged by me, she called Chu Feiya to let her know she was safe. Chu Feiya, on the other end of the line, seemed to have anticipated last night's intense activity and was skipping work today. She laughed and said it was okay, even reminding me to take care of myself and not to end my period before it was over.

Hearing the voices, Zhou Lian also woke up. We got up and washed up. I sat on the sofa for a full hour before the two beauties finished dressing. Zhou Lian changed back into her girlish outfit from last night, which looked even more endearing today.

After checking out, we drove around aimlessly looking for food. My body was undergoing another transformation, and Zhou Lian, still experiencing an intense climax, felt like we were in another world, secretly savoring the experience. Only Xiaodie complained of being hungry, listing the things she wanted to eat. As dusk approached, after driving around

in circles, we finally arrived at the place Xiaodie, who had no sense of direction, had pointed out. It was located on the bank of a river that ran through the city. As soon as we got out of the car, we could hear the river water washing over the stone banks—the same sound every time, yet different each time.
Accompanied by the crisp sound of high heels, we walked along a narrow boardwalk lined with lavender on both sides. The deep purple flowers, inherently a symbol of Western wildness, appeared even more elegant and refined, like Eastern silk.

Lingering over the beautiful scenery, we followed the boardwalk to a corner. After climbing a few steps and turning around, the three of us were immediately enveloped in an exotic atmosphere. The decor was entirely made of natural wood; the separate bar and kitchen were clean and tidy. Sets of wooden chairs were arranged in a pleasing, staggered pattern around round tables. Lazy, melodious music drifted from somewhere, its soft, whispering notes like wildflowers slowly blooming in our hearts. The low-hanging sky cast perfectly balanced lighting, not as natural as twinkling stars, but warm and inviting. Everywhere was exquisitely crafted, yet subtly revealed.
"Bonsoir!" A blonde foreign girl dressed as a waitress greeted us in French. It turned out
this was a French restaurant.

French—I could probably only understand the word "hello," which I'd only heard in movies, and even then, I wouldn't be able to reply.
"Uh...you...hello...we speak French..." Embarrassed, I even stammered in my Chinese, adding with a helpless expression and gestures.

The girl immediately said, "Oh! Hello! Is it alright to speak Chinese?"

I was surprised to find that she spoke fluent Chinese, making me feel like a stranger.

I smiled with relief, "Yes, yes, we are Chinese." It felt a bit awkward to speak like that in a native Chinese city.

She politely returned the smile and asked, "Are there three of you? Which seats would you like?"

I looked around and noticed a table extending beyond the railing. I figured the environment there must be nice, so I told her and pointed.

"Okay, please follow me."

The three of us followed her to the table and sat down. The view here was truly exceptional, much closer to nature than the seats by the railing. It felt like the river was lapping at our feet, and my heart fluttered with joy.
The waiter brought over three menus, and we started flipping through them. The menus were filled with pictures of dishes, labeled in French, Chinese, and English. However, the most striking thing was the price; including drinks, nothing was below three digits. The more I looked, the more uneasy I felt.

Xiaodie, true to her "rich and beautiful" reputation, ordered with ease, as if the prices were just numbers to her.

Zhou Lian was alright too; after carefully looking through the menus, she ordered caviar and a salad.

After silently calculating the value, I gritted my teeth and ordered a steak and bread. Xiaodie insisted on adding an oyster soup, giving me a mischievous wink—I knew she meant for me to replenish my energy.

Wine was essential, and the prices were daunting. Most of the famous French wines were on the menu, but surprisingly, after a recommendation, we chose a less common anise liqueur.

Delicious dishes were served one after another, and wine was sipped gradually. After a few sips, the conversation naturally flowed.
"I really love this feeling!" Xiaodie said after taking a bite of salad. "So comforting!"

Zhou Lian said, sipping her wine, relaxed. "It's rare to find such a peaceful place in the city center."
I nodded in agreement, gazing at the small boats in the middle of the river.

"What do you want to do next?" Xiaodie asked, looking at Zhou Lian.

"What do you mean, 'what do you want to do'?" Zhou Lian asked, puzzled.

Xiao Die leaned closer and said, "Mr. Xu, are you still with him?"

At this moment, Zhou Lian frowned slightly and sighed softly, "The debt is almost paid off, but what can I do without him?"

I picked up the conversation, "What are you doing with him now?"

"Now... I accompany clients, discuss business, and build relationships. It's public relations, I guess. What else can I do?"
"That's right, you can come to our company. Besides, you have the qualifications and existing connections. What can't you do? As far as I know, Mr. Xu can do anything. You can pick anything and you'll definitely be fine!"
Zhou Lian didn't answer. She looked at the small boat on the river. The small boat was drifting, as if someone was lying in the cabin, letting the night cover them, without any intention of getting up.

"To be honest, these past few years, I've had to deal with all sorts of people and things the moment I open my eyes, and I've even forced myself to eat, drink, and have fun. As a public relations professional, I'm relatively discreet in my actions, but it's still much harder than those public relations professionals who make money off their bodies. At first, I thought I'd work hard to pay off my debts and one day leave Mr. Xu to do what I wanted. But as time went on, I gradually adapted. As a pawn, I resigned myself to fate and didn't want to fight anymore."

As she spoke, she lightly pointed towards the direction of the small boat: "Like the person in that small boat, doesn't he know he should hurry ashore when it gets dark? Perhaps he's really tired and used to drifting in the wind and waves, so he simply falls asleep and doesn't care when he wakes up."

Zhou Lian's words were as if she had walked out of the coldness of the world and seen through the illusions of life. No wonder from the first glance, I felt that she was as calm as water, understanding everything but not taking it to heart.

And her words were irrefutable. After all, being in such a murky place, it was already commendable that she had managed to maintain her bottom line, just like her name, rising from the mud unsullied.

For a moment, Xiaodie and I couldn't find a good reason to comfort her, and the atmosphere froze. We didn't even know what to say to change the subject.

I sipped my wine, wondering what to do next. Out of pity for Zhou Lian, I couldn't bear to see her sink into despair like this. But how could a sleeping heart be awakened by a few simple words?

Time passed by, and Zhou Lian gazed at the river. The sadness in her eyes spread like ripples on the water. She probably didn't want to live under Xu Hama's tyranny forever, but her physical and mental exhaustion left her with no energy or thoughts. She could only drift along. We felt sorry for her, but there was nothing we could do. Just then, a small boat of the same kind appeared from afar. It was clearly a woman's boat. The two boats met, and the woman woke the sleeping man. They leaned against the side of the boat, shared a gentle kiss, exchanged a few words, and then rowed to the other side.

The three of us witnessed this scene, and seeing that I had the chance, I quickly described it: "Look, things aren't as you think. The person sleeping on the boat is actually waiting for his lover. They miss each other and have agreed to go home together. Before, you lived in an environment you hated, so of course every day felt like an eternity. Now that you have Xiaodie and me, you should cheer up and do things you haven't tried or enjoyed yet. What do you say?"
Zhou Lian was stunned by this outcome and didn't know what to say.

Xiao Die also chimed in, "That's right! As long as you leave President Xu, there are plenty of things you can do. Even if you didn't have all the resources you have now, we can still help you. And if all else fails, there's my mother. We won't make you rich, but living a carefree life won't be difficult. Anyway, don't forget, you're not alone; you have us!"
From Zhou Lian's suddenly relaxed brow, it was clear that Xiao Die's words had instantly dispelled the gloom. She raised her glass with a sigh of relief and said, "I'll listen to you all; I need to think about it carefully." "You

still need to think about it?" Xiao Die couldn't help but ask anxiously, "What are you thinking about? Don't get stuck on this!"
Zhou Lian smiled and said, "I need to think about what I should do after leaving President Xu's company."

Hearing her say this, we all breathed a sigh of relief. Xiao Die happily said, "It's okay, as long as you leave him, you can do anything. We all support you! Come on, cheers!"

The three glasses clinked crisply; everyone understood that this was not only a celebration but also a promise. Looking back, persuading Zhou Lian to "turn over a new leaf" was much easier than persuading Chu Feiya to "accept her fate."

Coincidentally, the restaurant music became even more cheerful, creating a harmonious atmosphere. The two beauties had a hearty appetite and ordered more food, including a bottle of anise liqueur. This liqueur was delicious and fragrant, with a strong aftereffect. The waiter explained that it originated as absinthe, which was once banned due to its strong effect and ability to cloud judgment. It was only after improvements and evolution that it became the anise liqueur we know today. I thought it would be perfect for Zhou Lian.

After the rain, the conversation flowed freely. It turned out Zhou Lian was quite talkative, but with Xiao Die present, the topic inevitably turned to matters of the heart.

"Teacher Zhou, how's your lower body?" Xiao Die, slightly tipsy, asked without hesitation.

Zhou Lian blushed and glared at me, saying, "Good? Good? My legs are killing me today."
"Weren't you supposed to be quite capable?" Xiao Die teased.

"I... no matter how capable I am..." she said, glancing at me again, "I can't stand him..."

Xiaodie looked at me too: "It's okay, it's okay, you'll get used to it, hehe."

"Why does your... part look so strange?" Zhou Lian was still confused.

"I..." I didn't know how to answer her.

Xiaodie saw my reluctance and said: "It's okay, just tell me, we're not strangers anymore. But you absolutely can't tell anyone else after you hear this, or you'll be in big trouble."

Zhou Lian made a promise, and I briefly explained the whole story, of course, keeping Chu Feiya's part out of it. After all, incest between mother and daughter, sharing a husband, is hard for ordinary people to accept. Even so, Zhou Lian was still so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth.

"Are you telling the truth?" Zhou Lian couldn't believe her ears.

"Really, I swear!" Xiaodie said firmly, holding up three fingers.

I gave her an affirmative look. Zhou Lian grabbed the wine glass on the table and downed it in one gulp. "Am I drunk? Did I hear that right? How could this happen? It's unbelievable!"

I thought to myself that she had already experienced the sensation of the changed glans, so there was no need for further explanation. I trusted she would process it herself.

"Will it continue to change?" Zhou Lian asked doubtfully.

I lit a cigarette and answered confidently, "Yes, but..."

"But what?" she pressed.

I took a deep drag of my cigarette and said as I exhaled, "But... women with famous penises... are hard to find..."
The smoke dissipated, and Xiao Die beside me lowered her eyes. This difficulty was related to whether she could fulfill her father's last wish, and it couldn't be ignored. Mentioning it would inevitably upset her.

Zhou Lian seemed thoughtful and muttered to herself, "So that means, in the future, even more women will have to share you with us?"

I like the word "sharing," which is enough to prove my value in life.

"Yes, but I can guarantee that if you don't like it, I won't go, and even if I do, it won't cause any further entanglements."

"Oh my god!" Zhou Lian covered her eyes with one hand and sighed softly.

Xiao Die, the instigator, started to persuade her again: "Think positively, Teacher Zhou, learn from me. If you can't think positively, how could you let Zheng Tian sleep with you? Even I, the first wife, can think positively, so why are you, the second wife, jealous?"
One sentence left her speechless. Indeed, the motive of jealousy was hard to justify. After thinking it over, she slowly compromised.

"You really will only go if we agree?"

I nodded.

"Okay, I'll go find it."

Hearing this, it was Xiao Die and me who were surprised: "What? You'll go find it? Where will you go?"

"Sanya!" Zhou Lian raised her wine glass and said with a smile.

"Sanya? Why go so far away?" I was even more puzzled.

"Just kidding, you know about the 'Hainan Rendez-Vous' in Sanya a few days ago, right?"

Looking around, I saw more and more people dining, and I lowered my voice and said, "Yes, I know. There was some young model who got exposed, and they said she was a cross-dresser. You're not going to find a cross-dresser for me to sleep with, are you?"

"Don't interrupt, let me finish. I've heard of that cross-dresser you mentioned. I heard she had surgery later, but I don't know her. Let's not talk about her for now. I do know quite a few people in their 'escort' circle." Zhou Lian said this with a hint of pride in her tone.

Xiao Die asked curiously, "What 'escort'? How did you meet them?"

"Hey, Mr. Xu often asks me to arrange for clients to go out. Those big bosses are getting more and more discerning. They're already tired of the girls in KTVs and nightclubs. They're very picky and difficult to please. Besides, they're not exactly clean. So someone introduced me to a lot of pretty second- or third-tier actresses and models. They specifically target rich men. Some are kept women and occasionally sell themselves when they're not busy. Others openly advertise their services, traveling all over the country year-round, delivering to your door. However, the clients they meet are relatively high-class, so it's not cheap for one time. They also introduce clients to each other, forming a circle, which is called 'escort'."

"Oh! Isn't that the same as a prostitute?" Xiao Die pressed.

"Well... it's similar in nature, but the quality can't be compared. After all, actresses and models have some education and looks, and many artists and celebrities also hire them. They also need to have some artistic cultivation, a bit like the courtesans of the old days." "

That sounds pretty good, doesn't it?" I said casually, fantasizing.

Upon hearing this, Xiaodie became extremely jealous and pinched my arm hard, making my eyes well up with tears.
"Have mercy, have mercy, we're talking about serious matters..." I grimaced and dodged Xiaodie's hand. "But how do you know who's a 'famous'?"

Zhou Lian replied confidently, "That shouldn't be difficult. Besides their unique looks and figures, they have many other selling points."

"What selling points? Smoking? Shooting balloons? Opening bottles? Those are more like acrobatics." I listed a few of the things commonly seen in nightclubs, which earned me another eye roll from Xiaodie.

Zhou Lian glanced at me and said, "You're quite something, you know a lot. Looks like you've been to those places quite a bit. But it's really not very useful, just something new to look at. The real selling point is for you men, like... tongues. Some girls have incredibly flexible tongues, long and tender, they can lick, drill, wrap, scratch, all sorts of difficult things. And some have amazing mouths, you know what toothless feels like? They can give you oral sex for an hour straight without scratching you once, and then there's deep throat..." She paused, glanced at Xiao Die, "Xiao Die can do that too, but those who are really ruthless can let you keep going down her throat, you can ejaculate as many times as you want!"

Listening to her vivid description, I got aroused again, adjusted my sitting position, and asked, "Don't always talk about the top, tell me about the bottom, what's so special about it?"

"Well... I don't really know about that, but I've heard of some who are amazing down there, they look different from others, but what exactly they're like, I'm afraid only those who have tried them know." She said with a helpless expression.
The spark that had just ignited in my heart was instantly extinguished: "Then what's the point of saying anything? How can you act without a goal?"

Zhou Lian mocked, "Idiot! If you don't know, why don't you just ask? Just spend more money, isn't that enough? In this world, do I need to explain further?" I

thought about it and realized that I had been too deeply influenced by Xu Hama's famous saying, "You never spend money when you're playing with women," forgetting that I should prioritize the ultimate goal, even forgetting the simple truth that "money makes the world go round."
Fortunately, Zhou Lian's timely guidance made the future brighter.

"Okay, it's a deal!" I confidently raised my glass: "Looking forward to your good news!"

"No problem, but I guess it won't be that easy to find someone. And let me make this clear beforehand, whether I find someone or you find someone yourself, it has to be agreed upon by both Xiaodie and me before we can go, otherwise..."
Zhou Lian looked at my crotch and made a cutting gesture.

I quickly covered my mouth and replied, "Okay, okay, I'll do

whatever you say, but please don't find anyone with such a heavy taste, someone whose disfigurement is equivalent to plastic surgery." "Hehe, that's hard to say. What if we find you all angels, and you get so carried away that you forget everything else?" she said, glancing at Xiaodie, who frowned and nodded hastily.

I quickly imitated Xiaodie's earlier gesture and swore, "How could that be?! I'm someone who remembers the source of my blessings, my wives, please rest assured, I will prioritize official business and absolutely not use it for personal gain. Besides, since we're both doing the work, why not find someone pleasing to the eye? Do you really need to find some ugly women to compare with in order to make yourselves look beautiful?" "

Pah! You can't expect anything good from a dog's mouth!" Xiaodie cursed.

I pretended to be surprised and asked, "Try spitting one out for me?"

"You!" Xiaodie's face flushed red with anger, and she was about to explode when Zhou Lian stopped her.

"You really are stupid. Those 'escorts,' how could they be ugly? The reason we hire them is for convenience, and they're relatively cleaner. Don't get carried away! By the way, Xiaodie, keep an eye on his wallet. Those women are all money-grubbing; without money, they'll be all humiliated."

Money-grubbing—who invented such a philosophical phrase?

With things settled, we chatted and laughed for a while until the restaurant closed.

After taking Zhou Lian home, Xiaodie and I returned to our place. It turned out Chu Feiya had been waiting for us in the living room. Should I describe her as a "loving mother" or a "spoiled wife"? Anyway, seeing her somewhat tired, yet incredibly excited to see us again, warmed my heart.

I told her everything that had happened that day and night. Chu Feiya fully agreed that I hadn't told anyone about her. When I mentioned that Zhou Lian also wanted to help find a "famous sex toy," she smiled knowingly.

To prevent me from doing anything irrational after a night of intense activity without ejaculation, we decided to sleep separately and went to our respective rooms to rest.

The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, shining directly into my eyes, completely dispelling any sleepiness. I yawned and squinted, only then noticing the wall clock pointed to almost eight.

I quickly washed up, dressed, and left the room. I saw the mother and daughter, who also looked like they had just woken up, each wearing a sheer nightgown that accentuated their curves.

I said helplessly, "Please, could you two please not wear such alluring clothes on days like this?"
Chu Feiya glanced at my slightly bulging crotch and chuckled, "But we don't have anything else to wear."

Come to think of it, wasn't this how the mother and daughter used to flirt with each other when they didn't have men?
I deliberately covered my face with my hand and, like a mouse seeing a cat, quickly walked down the wall, leaving the mother and daughter laughing behind me.

After breakfast, the three of us went to work one after another. To avoid being noticed, we each drove two cars. Watching the Panamera's taillights disappear into the distance, I started my beat-up car with a wry smile. The

traffic was terrible; we barely traveled the distance of a cigarette in the time it takes to smoke one. When we got closer, I realized that it
was the hardworking police officers diligently checking for traffic violations during the morning rush hour that
created this peaceful scene on the main road, like a parking lot.

I finally managed to squeeze into the only passable lane, floored the accelerator, and the engine roared to life. Just as I was about to pick up speed, a taxi suddenly darted out from my left rear and forced its way into my lane. It looked like it was about to hit me, but luckily I braked in time, and the car stopped. The taxi also stopped there, and then the horns behind us started blaring, urging us to hurry up.

I admit, I have road rage, and I hate these kinds of disrespectful taxi drivers the most. I rolled down my window, about to explode, when I suddenly realized the passenger in the front seat looked familiar. She was also looking at me with surprise. She was a beautiful woman. I couldn't help but wonder why I couldn't remember who this familiar woman was; it wasn't like my memory at all.

She rolled down her window too, and I heard her call out, "Manager Chen!" The taxi driver floored the accelerator and sped off. I was still dazed, with the horns behind us blaring incessantly.

The outside world is indeed wonderful. Compared to the scene of thousands of troops ready to go in the rearview mirror, the road ahead is smooth. Just as I was about to accelerate, I noticed the taxi from earlier slowly pulling up to the side of the road. The driver

leaned out and waved to me to stop. I thought he wanted to argue about what happened earlier, so I stopped next to him and was about to speak when the beautiful woman jumped out of the car, ran over to me, opened the car door, turned around and jumped in, placed her small handbag on her black-stockinged legs, and turned to smile at me.

"Manager Chen, it's great to run into you. You don't mind if I hitch a ride, do you?" she asked, her big eyes, painted with thick mascara, flashing her charm. Wow

, beautiful lady, I wouldn't mind sleeping with you, but getting in the car? Who are you?

Seeing my somewhat dazed expression, she quickly introduced herself, "Manager Chen, you really have a bad memory! Don't you remember me? It's Su from the front desk!" As she spoke, she took out her name tag from her handbag and pinned it to the left front of her high-necked blazer: "Su Yao."

I looked her up and down before realizing who she was; she was the one who greeted me at the front desk when I reported to the company the day before yesterday.

"Oh! Hello, Ms. Su, I didn't recognize you since you weren't at the company," I said with an awkward smile.
She said with displeasure, "Am I really that unremarkable? Just another face in the crowd on the street?"

I quickly corrected myself, "No, don't misunderstand, I just didn't expect to run into a colleague on the street like this."
She smiled and said, "Don't mention it, I went out last night and got up late today, otherwise I usually ride... ride in my friend's car..."

"That's what you call being lucky, right?" I said.

"Haha, yes, do you take this route every day?" she asked, raising her voice.

I suddenly had a premonition that I would be permanently occupied, so I quickly lied, "No, it's not that. It's a long detour. If it weren't for the traffic today, I wouldn't be taking this route." I made up a route for her on the spot.

In the past, I would have secretly rejoiced at accepting the cushy job of escorting the beautiful woman to and from work. But now, if Xiaodie knew that I had been flirting with a beautiful woman, especially one from my own neighborhood, she would definitely be extremely jealous and would want to kill me. Moreover, she has the queen-like Chu Feiya behind her. Whether she would even leave me with a whole corpse is another matter. So, it's best to be careful.

I guess women are all bad at directions. She nodded repeatedly as I explained, convinced that I only took this route to work very occasionally.
After explaining the route, I changed the subject: "How long have you been working here?"

"I..." She calculated the days in her mind and answered after a long while, "Almost a year and a half."

"Oh! How is it?"

"It's just so-so. You know, the receptionist does all sorts of odd jobs, welcoming and seeing off people." She answered helplessly.

I couldn't help but wonder why such a pretty girl would do such a boring job, so I asked, "Then why did you come to our company in the first place? Why did you become a receptionist?"

"You get a discount on cosmetics!" she said, laughing smugly. She quickly realized it was unwise to say such a thing to her boss and changed her tune: "Just kidding! Who doesn't want an office job? You know how hard it is for college graduates to find work these days, especially without connections. When I first graduated, I sent out countless resumes, but not a single one got a reply. I had no choice but to work as a cashier at a supermarket for a while, constantly sending out resumes, but still no company responded. Then a colleague said the photo on my resume wasn't suitable—it was a picture of me from high school, making me look like a naive young girl. I listened to her, put on makeup, and took another picture. And believe it or not, it really worked! Within two days, several companies contacted me, although they were all small positions. It showed that someone wanted me. After that, I tried several companies before finally coming here. Although the salary isn't particularly high, at least it's legitimate, and the benefits and insurance are all in accordance with national regulations, much better than those small private companies."

"From what you're saying, you're quite satisfied with your current job, right?" I sensed she was a bit unambitious, so I asked.
She smiled and continued, "Manager Chen, don't think being a receptionist is easy. On my first day of interviewing, I was received by Manager Zhao from the operations department, the same manager who preceded you. I dressed up specially that day, and as soon as I entered his office, I noticed his eyes were wandering over me. He even sat next to me on the sofa to chat, and even tried to touch me inappropriately. I forced myself to answer his questions and quickly ran away. Unexpectedly, I received a trial notice the next day. I struggled with the decision for a long time, thinking that maybe opportunities are like this, they won't just be handed to you, you have to pay some price, so I gritted my teeth and reported for duty. But from that day on, I stopped dressing up, and even deliberately looked a bit sloppy. I did my job in a mediocre way so that others wouldn't notice me. Even so, Manager Zhao still bothered me all the time. After some time, suddenly one day, General Manager Chu called me in for a talk. I was almost scared to death because she's usually very serious and often criticizes people." "A private talk with me was bound to be a bad sign. Maybe Manager Zhao was badmouthing me to her and deliberately trying to frame me. But when we met, she acted like an old friend, even like an older sister, confiding in me. She said she'd seen me during my interview; I was well-dressed and quite charming. She didn't know why I changed so much after starting work. We're supposed to present beauty to our customers, how can we put a plain-faced, unkempt receptionist there?" Hearing her words, I was like I was under a spell, telling her everything without holding back. She was furious and said that if anything like this happened again, I should tell her immediately. She hated men who abused their power and were lecherous, and would punish them severely. I was so grateful I was almost dizzy. We chatted happily for a long time. In the end, she even taught me how to treat people, how to dress more elegantly and gracefully, and many other things a woman should know."

"And then?" Hearing her describe Chu Feiya's disgust for Manager Zhao's actions, I couldn't help but think of myself.
"Then I just need to work hard. I've found that front desk work is really important. Think about it, when you walk into the company, the first person you see is the front desk. If you're there to discuss business, a courteous receptionist will put you in a good mood, and a good mood will make things go more smoothly. And for company employees, it goes without saying, who wouldn't want to be greeted with a smile and a friendly demeanor by the first colleague they see every day?" she said, becoming quite proud again.

"Hehe, that's right, so they say, 'Every profession has its top performers!' Right?" I chimed in.

"Yes, so being able to contribute to the company and to President Chu is what makes me happiest. Oh, by the way, I'll be a model in a little while." She said with a proud expression.

"What kind of model?"

"Hehe, you could say a model. Today, colleagues from headquarters are coming to introduce new products. They usually bring their own models, but today their model is on leave, so I'm filling in temporarily." She said, smiling happily.
Looking at her beaming face, I couldn't help but smile too, and then asked, "So you're coming to work without makeup today?"

Hearing the word "without makeup," she immediately gave me a disdainful look, as if she knew everything, and asked irritably, "Is it because you're 'without makeup' that you didn't recognize me?"

I quickly explained, "No, no, don't misunderstand, I was just asking casually. I didn't pay much attention when we met that day, so I don't remember you well. Besides, isn't it a bit impolite to stare at you so intently right after we met?" I
said nervously, immediately regretting it. As a boss, there was no need to be so nervous explaining; after all, she was my subordinate, and she should be the one constantly on edge! I was truly ashamed of my inability to put on airs in front of women; I gave myself away so easily.

However, to be fair, although Su Yao wasn't wearing makeup, she was definitely not out of the running for beauty. Compared to the rouge and powder of that day, she had a different kind of fresh and natural charm.

She seemed to realize her rudeness and tried to excuse herself, saying, "You're right... It's alright, now we're acquainted. I hope Manager Chen won't forget me next time we say hello."

I nodded slightly, trying to maintain a professional demeanor, and said nothing more.

The car quickly arrived at the underground parking garage. I told her to go upstairs first; after all, it would be unwise for my colleagues, especially the mother and daughter, to see me driving a pretty receptionist to work.

I smoked a cigarette in the car, and because I hadn't rolled down the window, I felt like a piece of smoked meat when I climbed out.

The elevator went straight up, and with a crisp chime, the doors opened. Su Yao was already standing by the reception desk, her hands clasped, bowing respectfully and offering a knowing, knowing smile.

I greeted a few colleagues whose surnames I could barely remember, then strolled to my office. Pushing open the door, the sight before me stunned me. A slender woman stood with her back to me, her long, straight legs in sheer stockings and black high heels crossed. A tight black mini-skirt perfectly accentuated her rounded hips. She was leaning over her desk, flipping through documents—her elegant movements completely at odds with her wanton posture.

Just from her back, and of course, her provocative attire, I knew it couldn't be anyone but Xiaodie. Sure enough, hearing the noise at the door, she turned around, giving me a flirtatious wink, and my soul immediately rushed towards her.

I hurried inside, closing the door behind me, to chase after my soul. I came to her high, pert buttocks, supporting her slender waist. With a slight thrust, I positioned my lower body right in the cleft of her buttocks. Xiaodie cooperated perfectly, letting out a muffled groan as if being penetrated by a penis. She raised her upper body, pressing her delicate body, clad in a small suit, against my chest, and thrusting her magnificent breasts high.

She reached back and grasped my buttocks, subtly pressing them inward. After a few moments of intimate contact, Xiaodie offered her fragrant lips, pressing them against mine. Her nimble little tongue darted into my mouth, her breath sweet as orchids, swirling and swirling. I couldn't resist the allure of such a passionate beauty. I used both hands to unbutton her suit, one in each hand, and touched her round, full breasts.

What I admire most about Xiaodie is her honesty and straightforwardness. Her underwear is completely unpretentious, without any padding or pinching techniques; it's all supported by her natural fullness, making her lace bra almost burst open.

As for Xiaodie and Chufeiya, this mother and daughter with their enviable figures, what I find most irresistible is their enormous breasts. Not only are they astonishingly large, but what truly captivates is the feeling of them being swollen to the extreme. Generally, large breasts are soft and sagging. Whether due to gravity or nutrition, unless they're artificial, they'll more or less limp and "hang" on the chest due to their size. But these two are not like that at all; they're firm and perfectly shaped, with two pink, full nipples always ready to burst.

That feeling of almost being unable to grasp them with one hand always makes me lose my mind and become incredibly excited. My erection is already pointing straight for the enemy's vitals.

Xiaodie, deeply aroused, twisted her body, thrusting her hips back as if to cleanse me.
I pinched her nipples with two fingers, played with her large breasts with the rest, and sucked on her sweet, tender tongue, thoroughly enjoying myself.

Xiaodie was almost breathless from my kisses, pulling her tongue back and panting heavily, her pretty face flushed, pleading with me with a face full of spring, "Husband... I can't take it anymore... It's so itchy... I really want you to fuck my little cunt hard..."
I smiled bitterly, "I want to too, but how can I now?" Thinking of her monthly bleeding, I felt like crying.

Xiaodie misunderstood me and said, "Aren't you pretty bold? You didn't even lock the door before coming over to hug me... Now I'm all wet... And you're deliberately making things difficult for me... You're so bad..."

As Xiaodie spoke, she pressed my genitals against her beautiful buttocks with both hands, wishing my penis could break through all obstacles and penetrate me.

I was utterly speechless at her obsession with sex, and retorted, "You forgot about your period?"

Xiaodie was taken aback, and this silly girl suddenly realized what was happening, shyly laughing, "You're so annoying... It's all your fault... You made me want to be fucked... I even forgot about that... It's so uncomfortable..."

I didn't say anything, but continued to tease her nipples with a wicked smile. Even through her bra, I could feel her extremely aroused nipples pushing against the fabric, creating a bulge.

Xiaodie squeezed her legs together, rubbing them against each other, her tender hands pressing hard on her vulva through her miniskirt. Her breathing grew heavier, her beautiful eyes half-open, her brows slightly furrowed, full of resentment.

I, on the other hand, enjoyed the beauty in my arms without any restraint. Although my crotch was almost bursting, I had, remarkably, elevated myself to an art form, playing with Xiaodie's body with a heart that admired art. Slender, shapely, sexy, and all sorts of descriptive words seemed vulgar and inadequate when applied to Xiaodie.

Xiaodie's lust burned ever brighter, her cheeks and neck flushed crimson, her mouth brimming with sweet, saliva, suggesting her lower body was also overflowing with desire.

"Husband... I really can't take it anymore... please fuck me... not my pussy... mouth is fine too..." Xiaodie pleaded with her mournful eyes.

I looked at the beauty in my arms and asked doubtfully, "mouth?" I couldn't imagine how this request would relieve her lust.

"Yes... fuck my mouth... husband... not my pussy... my tender mouth is fine too..."
Xiaodie repeated, quickly leading me to the chair behind the desk, pressing me down to sit. Without giving me a moment to question, she unzipped my pants, reached in, and pulled out her hot, hard penis. The glans scraped against the zipper, and I didn't even have time to react to the pain; it was truly like "taking something out of a bag."

Xiaodie held my penis in her hands, puffed out her cheeks, and spat out her nectar onto the glans with a "Ptooey!" The glistening threads slowly dripped down the penis, clinging to its surface, gleaming like swords.

She opened her cherry lips wide, about to take my penis in, when I hurriedly asked, "The door isn't locked yet, what if someone suddenly comes?"

Xiaodie's pretty face maintained a beautiful downward angle from my view, and she answered softly, "It's okay, there's a partition in front of the table, I can hide under it, right?"

She gripped my penis in her hand, knelt on the floor, and backed away from under the table. With my manhood held, I could only follow her. When we reached a position where we could see each other and was closest to the table, the most natural position, Xiaodie immediately began a ferocious and aggressive oral sex on my penis.

She parted her cherry lips, revealing her pink tongue, and greedily licked the fragrant saliva she had just spat on. After thoroughly lubricating it, she didn't linger on the glans, taking it into her mouth in one gulp. Her warm, wet mouth tightly enveloped the glans, even filling the sulcus. A slight twist of her head sent waves of pleasure through me; a powerful suction felt like it was using my penis as a straw, drawing out my semen.
I wanted to grab her hair and thrust into her long-untouched mouth, but the movement was barely halfway through before I was overwhelmed by the overwhelming pleasure. My hands trembled and gripped the chair armrests tightly.

Xiaodie used both her mouth and hands, enjoying the satisfaction of subduing my penis, becoming increasingly wanton, sometimes teasing, sometimes sucking hard, making my penis throb with energy, veins bulging.

My mind is completely blank. Listening to the sound of high heels walking back and forth outside the door, watching my penis slide in and out of her fiery red lips, savoring the strange feeling of "not a vagina, but better than a vagina," coupled with Xiaodie's alluring and seductive gaze, my entire body tenses up, I struggle to breathe, and I'm helpless against this beautiful little vixen. I'm on the verge of ejaculation.

Just at this critical moment…

[The End]

This chapter is finished. It wasn't quite satisfying, and I don't think it was very satisfying for you either. Unfortunately, I've been too busy with work lately, so I won't explain further. I can only say that I'll try to update sooner next time.

Although this story isn't very popular, I'm very pleased to see the serious and insightful replies from my friends, which have broadened my thinking and made the story more enjoyable. Thank you again, and please feel free to share your thoughts!

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