Mrs. Ma's Dishwashing Cannon

After drinking half a pot of tea and seeing that the news broadcast was rather dull, I got up and went to the kitchen. Seeing Mrs. Ma wearing only a long skirt and no bra or underwear, a surge of desire arose within me. I walked behind her and put my arms around her waist. She turned and smiled at me: "Not sleeping anymore? Almost done." I lifted her long skirt to her waist, revealing her white, round buttocks. She slapped my hand: "What are you doing, you starving ghost? The people across the street will see!" I turned around and snapped off the kitchen light, saying: "Is this okay now?" Mrs. Ma turned her upper body to kiss me. As I kissed her, I rolled her long skirt up to her waist, caressing her smooth buttocks and thighs. Then I moved towards her vulva. Soon, Mrs. Ma's lower body became wet.

I turned Mrs. Ma's body around, pressing her upper body towards the sink. She braced herself on the edge of the sink, arching her back and sticking out her buttocks. I pulled down my underwear, gripped my penis with my hand, located her vaginal opening, and thrust in forcefully. Mrs. Ma groaned as I entered, one hand wrapping around my buttocks. My hands grasped Mrs. Ma's full breasts. Perhaps my penis was covered in dried semen, forming a thin crust? Although Mrs. Ma's vulva was wet, it wasn't very smooth at first. So I gently thrust in and out seven or eight times until my penis was fully coated with her fluids, then it became much easier. I began to thrust forcefully, without changing positions, and for a particularly long time, a full ten minutes. With my vigorous thrusting, Mrs. Ma's upper body was now slumped over the sink. I reached down and touched her inner thighs, finding that our combined fluids were flowing down her thighs, almost reaching her knees.

Mrs. Ma cooperated by wriggling her hips to meet my advances. After a while, Mrs. Ma stopped wriggling her hips and lay there half-paralyzed, motionless, letting my penis rampage in and out of her vagina. I thrust in and out dozens more times, then my body shuddered, and my penis throbbed a few times inside her before I ejaculated. I continued to let my penis remain inside Mrs. Ma's vagina, feeling the warmth and moisture of her vagina enveloping me. I used my hands to grasp and squeeze Mrs. Ma's breasts. Mrs. Ma didn't straighten up; her upper body remained bent over the edge of the pool, as if savoring the afterglow of the pleasure.

Suddenly, I smelled a burning odor. I sniffed, "What's burning?" Mrs. Ma then seemed to wake from a dream: "Oh dear, it's my meat!" Ignoring the fact that my penis was still inside her vagina and that I was naked, she straightened up, rushed to the light switch, turned on the light, then ran to the stove, lifted the lid of the pot, and found that the stewed meat inside was already burnt. "Oh no, we can't eat now." Mrs. Ma looked disappointed. "Never mind," I comforted her, "With you, I'm full even without rice." "I'm so sorry," Mrs. Ma said apologetically, picking up the pot. "How about I fry two eggs for you?" "Okay, you ate my two eggs, I'll eat yours two eggs, we're even." "What nonsense are you talking about? Go away, go away, stay out of the way, and put your clothes on, you shameless person!"

Mrs. Ma pushed me away. I reached under her skirt and touched her thigh. Unexpectedly, the semen that had been ejaculated into her vagina had all flowed down her thigh. My hand was covered in sticky liquid. I wiped my hand on Mrs. Ma's left cheek: "Smells good, doesn't it? I heard semen is good for beauty, don't waste it." Mrs. Ma kicked my shin, "It stinks! Who wants your stinky stuff?" I picked up my pants from the floor, looked up and saw a few chili peppers in the vegetable basket. A thought struck me, and when Mrs. Ma wasn't looking, I secretly took one, went to my room, and stuffed it under my pillow before returning to the living room to watch TV. A few minutes later, Mrs. Ma brought out the dishes. "Dinner's ready!" she said. I walked to the table naked, wearing only my underwear. Mrs. Ma said, "Don't you have any clothes?

You're making a fool of yourself." I said, "There's no one else here, we're all family," and sat down. Mrs. Ma filled a bowl with rice for me and put a large piece of egg in my bowl: "Try my cooking, is it good?" "Delicious, delicious, I've already tried it." "But today is different." Even the food is different after we've been in bed? —I chuckled inwardly. "Is it good?" Mrs. Ma watched me take a bite. "Delicious, delicious, just like you!" I smacked my lips exaggeratedly. "You're so glib," Mrs. Ma said with a satisfied smile, picking up her bowl to serve herself rice. I hadn't even finished my bowl of rice when Mrs. Ma asked me, "Want some wine?" "Sure, but you have to drink with me." "I don't drink." Mrs. Ma got up and got me a glass, then went to get a bottle of "Jiannanchun" liquor. "If you don't have good wine, this is the best." She opened the cap and poured a full glass into mine. "Aren't you going to drink?" I asked her after taking a sip. "Is it good?" Mrs. Ma grabbed my glass and took a sip. "Oh dear, you're so fierce! You should drink less, or you'll get drunk and then..." Mrs. Ma chuckled, not finishing her sentence. "If you get drunk, you'll rape me again, right?" I laughed, finishing her sentence for her. "Good to know." Mrs. Ma finished speaking and then burst out laughing. "Then drink more, so you can rape me," I casually pinched her butt.

Mrs. Ma raised her chopsticks and tapped me on the head. "I can't be bothered with you." After a few bites of rice, she said, "Have some soup. It's good for people who drink." "Okay." I finished the last bite of rice in my bowl. I picked up my wine glass. "Want some more rice?" "No, thank you." "Eat some more, make sure you're full, and drink less wine." After saying that, she took my bowl, filled it with rice, and placed it in front of me. "If you eat too much rice, you won't be able to eat anymore," I said. "Then you eat rice, I don't want you to eat." I picked up my glass and took a sip. "Want some too?" Mrs. Ma took my glass and took a sip. She stuck out her tongue, gasped, "It tastes awful."

I finished my bowl of rice. Mrs. Ma also finished her bowl and stopped eating. "You're full, eat some more vegetables." "Then have some wine." "No, it tastes awful." "Just a little, it'll make things more interesting later," I said. "Pah, who wants to be interesting with you?" Mrs. Ma said, but then took my glass and took a sip. "Let's play rock-paper-scissors, whoever loses drinks," I asked her. "Okay, but no cheating!" We played twenty or thirty times, sometimes winning, sometimes losing. When we'd drunk half a bottle, I lost three times in a row, took three sips, and finished my glass. I reached for the bottle, but Mrs. Ma snatched it away: "Don't drink anymore, too much is bad for your health." She took the bottle inside, walked a few steps, then came back and poured half a glass into mine. "If you want some, drink a little more, but don't drink too much, it's not good for you." I reached out and stroked her hand holding the bottle, saying, "I'm so happy, this feels like home." "You still know what's good for you? I thought you'd forgotten your directions," Mrs. Ma smiled charmingly at me. She gracefully walked into the kitchen. I watched her retreating figure, finished my glass in one gulp, and helped clear the dishes away. "Who asked for your help? Go away, go sit on the sofa. Walking around naked, is that a good look?" Mrs. Ma punched me on the back. I chuckled and patted her chest: "Good intentions met with lightning strike." Then I went to watch TV. After

washing the dishes, Mrs. Ma went to the room to get some clothes. She draped my clothes over me, saying, "You're such a stinky man, drinking and not wearing any clothes, be careful not to catch a cold. I'm going to take a shower." I put on the clothes and watched TV for a while, finding it quite boring. Hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom, I went over. The bathroom door was ajar, so I pushed it open and went in.

I saw Mrs. Ma completely soaked, her wet hair flowing smoothly down her back, her pubic hair clinging tightly to her mons pubis. Mrs. Ma, caught off guard by my entrance, exclaimed, "You idiot, what are you doing in here?" I hung the clothes I was wearing on the hook, "Can't we shower together?" "No, it looks awful," Mrs. Ma said. I embraced her body, which was covered in shower gel, and rubbed it with my hands. Her skin, coated in shower gel, was slippery and felt wonderful to the touch. Mrs. Ma turned the showerhead on me. "Help me lather up with soap," I said, still caressing her body. Mrs. Ma turned around, picked up the soap, and lathered it all over my body. Our two bodies, covered in shower gel and soap, pressed together, smooth and silky. My hands swept back and forth over Mrs. Ma's vulva, and my mouth gently nibbled on her earlobe. Mrs. Ma leaned against my chest, letting me support her. Her hands grasped my penis and rubbed it, occasionally scratching my scrotum with her nails. My fingers also reached into Mrs. Ma's vulva, inserting a little bit, gently tapping and probing.

The bathroom mirror reflected two intertwined bodies and lewd actions. Soon, my penis became erect. Because my hands were wet and stained with Mrs. Ma's shower gel, I couldn't tell if she was aroused or how much. I turned Mrs. Ma around so she was facing me. I pressed my hard penis against her genitals. Mrs. Ma moaned, "Don't go in, I'm not clean yet." I rubbed my glans lightly around her vulva. Mrs. Ma laughed, "Here we go again, you're like a hungry ghost, I don't know if you're a machine or a breeding donkey." She laughed and said, "What do you think? You're not bad either, we're even."

I reached for her vaginal opening, aimed my penis at her vagina, and thrust in. Mrs. Ma gasped, "Don't do it like that, it's not comfortable standing up." "I thrust in and out, but because I was standing, I couldn't penetrate very deeply. Perhaps because of the excessive water or shower gel, my penis slipped out of her vagina several times during thrusting. Mrs. Ma leaned against the wall, stood on tiptoe, and wrapped her arms around my shoulders to allow me to penetrate deeper.

After a hundred or two hundred thrusts, seeing that Mrs. Ma looked tired from standing on tiptoe, I lifted her onto the sink and had her sit there. Then I spread her legs as high as possible, placing the backs of her legs in the crook of my arms, and, standing on tiptoe, thrust deep into her vagina. Mrs. Ma's hands were inserted..." She was grabbing my hair. Her legs swayed with my thrusts, her heels hitting my lower back again and again. I don't know how many times I thrust in and out, until I was drenched in sweat, before I finally ejaculated inside her. Mrs. Ma pinched my nose, whether in praise or reward, "You're a ravenous wolf reincarnated from a lecherous ghost." Then she jumped off the sink, turned on the shower, and rinsed off the soap. She turned to face me, holding up her hand above my head: "Why are you so short? You're not even as tall as me." "Really? But why am I usually on top?" Mrs. Ma shoved the showerhead into my hand, giggling: "You're never serious, you're such a rascal. I'm ignoring you now." After showering

, Mrs. Ma put on a sexy nightgown. I still wouldn't let her wear underwear or a bra. Under the light, because the nightgown was made of soft material, her shapely curves were vaguely visible, with two mounds of flesh protruding on top and a dark patch below. As usual, I ran out of the bathroom naked and sat on the sofa to watch TV.

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