Platform trash cans

When he left, his wife was limp and hanging from the trash can, looking exactly like
trash that had been used and carelessly discarded.

The vegetable vendor kept taking pictures of my wife, Zhishan, with his camera, capturing her most lewd moments.

He posed her in various obscene positions: for example, he lifted her beautiful legs,
bent waist, and hung her on the crossbeam of the trash can, taking pictures;

he spread her legs in a split and hung her on the crossbeam, taking pictures;

he even bent her legs higher than her waist and hung her on the crossbeam, taking pictures;

I never imagined that one day my wife would be manipulated in such lewd poses and photographed like this.
Zhishan was completely limp from being fucked, like a toy to be manipulated at will.

After a while, the vegetable vendor took many satisfactory photos before pulling Zhishan out of the trash can, throwing her on
the ground, and continuing to take pictures.

After a while, Zhishan regained some strength. The vegetable vendor had her stand by the bus stop and strike various
provocative and lewd poses so he could take pictures. To my surprise, my wife actually cooperated quite shyly.

It wasn't until they saw the bus approaching in the distance that Zhishan and the vegetable vendor hurried back to the residential area. They had only reached the roadside
when , still 20 meters from the entrance of the residential area. I wonder if the people on the bus
saw my wife, this naked beauty.

I heard the vegetable vendor say, "You slut, you said your husband sleeps like a log, right?"

"Yeah, he's a dead pig. Once, a car tire blew out next to him while he was sleeping
, but he didn't wake up. He just turned over and kept sleeping. He's so carefree!"

"Haha!" the vegetable vendor said, "Carefree is good. I like that. That way, I can
fuck you comfortably without him knowing. Do you think he'll wake up if I fuck you next to him?"

The wife said uncertainly, "Maybe not!"

"Haha!" the vegetable vendor said, "Why don't we try it now? Your husband is sleeping soundly, right? I'll
fuck you next to him and see if he notices. Just thinking about it is exciting, hahaha. Let's do it, hurry up!"

The wife hurriedly said, "Forget it, no way. What if he wakes up? I'll be so embarrassed. He'll definitely divorce me.
I don't want to get divorced right after we got married!"

"Slut! Hurry up! Didn't you say your husband sleeps like a log? So what if we get divorced? It's perfect. You can be my
public toilet."

"No, I love my husband so much, I don't want a divorce!"

"Hurry up, I'll be gentle, I promise your deadbeat husband won't find out!"

His wife couldn't resist: "Okay then, but be gentle!"

I watched them walk away and quickly ran home, my heart filled with bitterness. How could my wife be being
fucked by someone else, and I be running away like a thief? And they were even going to fuck my wife right next to me, it was so unfair
! But, at the same time, my heart ached, and I felt an unusual anticipation. I was such a pervert.

I ran home, hurriedly crawled under the covers, breathing heavily, waiting for my wife to be fucked beside me, and by
someone I'd only known for less than a day. I knew I had to calm my racing heart and pretend to be asleep.
But I was so excited that I barely managed to control myself when I heard my wife open the door, and then I pretended to be fast asleep,
snoring loudly.

I heard my wife's voice: "Mmm, my husband is sleeping soundly, ah!"

My wife let out a soft moan, and I couldn't help but squint my eyes. I saw my wife with her arms outstretched, bracing herself against the door frame on both sides,
her waist bent forward, her buttocks thrusting back, and with a smack, the vegetable vendor was thrusting into her from behind. Then, with
a series of slaps, like a pile driver, he was violently fucking my wife. Zhishan exclaimed repeatedly: "Ah, ah, be gentle, ah,
be gentle!"

The sounds of fucking were crisp and loud! The upstairs neighbors might be able to hear it, and she wasn't worried about my aunt next door hearing it. Oh,
right, my aunt has always had trouble sleeping and takes sleeping pills before bed.

"Wow, be quiet, be louder, you're waking my husband up, wow, be quiet!"

"You slut, didn't you say your husband was a sound sleeper?"

"But what if he wakes me up?!"

"I don't care!" With that, the vegetable vendor pressed down on his wife's long, beautiful neck, forcing her
head down without any dignity. His wife could only support herself with her hands on the ground, her buttocks sticking up even higher, being fucked like a bitch. The vegetable
vendor fucked her very hard, and his wife's body leaned forward with each thrust. I could see more clearly that Zhishan was thrusting her
plump buttocks upward, revealing a lewd crevice, with waves of lewd waves from each impact.

After fucking for a while, the vegetable vendor slapped his wife's ass with satisfaction: "You slut, that was really good, go for it! Hold your feet
with both hands !"

The wife obediently held her slender ankles with her jade hands, as if she were standing and folding herself in half. The vegetable vendor
slapped his wife's pink buttocks with satisfaction while fucking her: "Haha, that feels so good, I really miss your husband. If he woke up now and saw me
fucking you like this, what would his expression be? Haha!"

The wife said coquettishly: "Hmm, you're so bad! I'm being fucked like this and you're still laughing at me, you're so bad, ah!"

Originally, she was supporting herself on all fours, but with the vegetable vendor fucking her so violently, it was already difficult for her to support her body, let alone now that she was
only supporting herself on her two feet. Moreover, the wife was wearing high heels, and she was being fucked so hard that she was struggling to support herself. Every now and then, the high heels were being fucked so hard that she
was rising and falling, making a clattering sound on the floor.

Sometimes, when the vegetable vendor thrust hard, his wife would panic and brace herself with her hands on the ground, afraid of being thrown off.
Each time this happened, the vendor would angrily slap her buttocks, like disciplining a disobedient mare.

His wife would immediately grab her ankles again, and after several repetitions, the vendor would become increasingly dissatisfied, slapping her
buttocks harder and harder, cursing, "You slut, behave yourself, be a good girl and take the fucking, don't move!"

There's a saying: "A lover is better than a husband," and I deeply understood that now. My wife, Zhishan, was going to great lengths to please
her lover, vegetable vendor. My clever wife quickly found a way; she reached her hands
between her legs, wrapped them around her calves, and gripped her ankles, making her hold on even more securely.

However, this folded her flexible body even more, her pretty head tilted back, looking up at her being fucked
cunt. I wonder what Zhishan's expression was as she watched her cunt being fucked; I had no chance to see it.

But the vegetable vendor could see the machine just by looking down. The treatment of the adulterer and the husband was indeed different. The vegetable vendor laughed:
"You slut, are you even more excited seeing your cunt being fucked by me? Remember, you're just my toy, my public..."
"Public toilet, I can fuck you however I want, you hear me?!"

The wife replied tremblingly, "I know, I'm Li Zhishan, I'm your public toilet, you can
fuck me however you want, you can do whatever you want with me!"

"Haha, louder, tell your bastard husband!"

Zhishan's voice grew louder: "Husband, I'm the vegetable boss's public toilet, he can fuck me however he wants
, he can do whatever he wants with me, I'm his sex toy!"

The vegetable boss was very satisfied and continued to fuck her! This time, although Zhishan was being fucked so
hard that her feet were constantly stomping on the ground, she no longer had her hands to support her. The vegetable boss grabbed my wife's big ass and rocked her back and forth, fucking her with great
satisfaction!

He kept asking, "You slut, am I fucking you deep?"

"Deep, your big cock is fucking my uterus, it's killing me!"

"Is it good?"

"Yes!"

"Do you like being fucked by me?"

"Yes, I like being fucked by you!"

"Haha!"

At this moment, my wife really resembled a sex toy, a toy that any man could play with at will.
Even an inflatable sex doll probably hadn't been played with and penetrated like this. Zhishan was more like a
sex tool for a cock to release than an inflatable doll.

Suddenly, I saw the vegetable vendor's big ass suddenly pull back, his cock almost completely pulled out, and
the hand holding Zhishan's ass loosened. Before Zhishan and I could react, his thick waist thrust forward violently and quickly
.

There was a loud impact, louder than ever before, *smack!*—my wife Zhishan's sexy body was thrown
into the air by the fucking, and in my heart-wrenching gaze, she rolled on the ground with a gurgling sound. Fortunately, the
bedroom was spacious with wooden floors, so my wife wasn't injured in the impact.

However, the vegetable vendor's attitude towards my wife infuriated me. He treated her
like trash he'd already used, casually fucking her with his penis. It was so insulting and violent; I even regretted letting him have my way with her!

But after her initial gasp, my wife got up without any protest.

I only heard the vegetable vendor say, "You slut, come here and keep getting fucked!"

What I couldn't stand, what really hurt me, was the hesitation in my wife's eyes, the fear of being fucked again. But
that hesitation only lasted a moment before she obediently bent down and crawled over.

Yes, my wife, Zhishan, actually crawled over voluntarily. The vegetable vendor hadn't asked her to crawl;
she could have walked, but she willingly crawled over like a slutty bitch.

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