[Urban] Sexual Encounters Between Pre-marital Couples (Complete) - 16

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"Actually, sometimes I'm not quite sure how far I want things to go."
I composed myself and added, "Let's take it one step at a time."
He nodded, "That's right, if it's planned in advance, you might not want it anymore when it actually happens in front of you."
Just as the two of us fell into a brief silence again, there were a few knocks at the door.
"Coming."
I smiled and walked to the door. As soon as I opened the door, Jing lazily walked in beside me and casually handed me a handbag.
"Hurry up and take this for me."
I saw Qiang sitting on the sofa and said "okay" shyly, my voice immediately dropping a few notches. I saw her bend over to change her shoes, and the hem of her dress stretched out the curve of her plump buttocks. I took the opportunity to rub against her with my lower body. She turned around and gave me a reproachful look, mouthing the words, but no sound came out.
I made a smug face, noticing her makeup was still on, making her look even more radiant than usual. I laughed, "You haven't washed your makeup off yet?"
"No time,"
Jing said, "I'll go wash it off now."
"Hey, Jing, don't rush, let us take a look first," Qiang said.
Jing stopped involuntarily upon hearing this. Seeing Qiang staring intently at her, she looked at me somewhat shyly. Seeing that I was also staring at her closely, she didn't know where to look either, and for a moment she was at a loss, saying shyly, "How can you stare at people like that? I'm going to change!" Saying this, she hurriedly went into the bedroom, making Qiang and me burst into laughter. I greeted Qiang and followed her into the room.
I didn't close the door, and pressed my restless lower body against Jing from behind. Just as I was about to touch her breasts, Jing chuckled and said, "Stop it, help me unzip."
Hearing this, I slowly rubbed my lower body against her plump buttocks as I unzipped her back. She quickly said again, "Close the door!"
I chuckled and whispered in her ear, "He's seen it before, tonight..." Jing blushed, pinched me to stop, but didn't insist. She gathered her long hair into a bundle and made it easier for me. The zipper slid down, gradually revealing a stretch of smooth, clean skin on her back.
"Hey, why aren't you wearing a bra?"
Jing smiled shyly. "I was afraid of leaving marks, which wouldn't look good in the photos. The photographer specifically told me not to wear a bra today."
"Oh..." I felt a surge of excitement. "Then are your nipples showing?"
"No, I'm wearing nipple covers." Jing covered her chest with both hands, her dress almost falling down, and turned to smile. "Alright, you can go now." "
You're so ungrateful! Let us see the photos first."
"The memory card is in my bag. I'll take it out and we'll look at it together later... Oh, please go out for a bit, honey!" Jing said helplessly in a coquettish tone.
"Okay, okay, but there's something I need to tell you." I calmed myself down and said somewhat shyly, "How about we play a game today?"
Jing looked at me warily. "No, it's definitely some kind of perverted game."
I couldn't help but laugh. "It's not difficult for you... um... it's just... today I want to see you guys, so I can see but not touch..." As I said this, my heart started pounding, and I looked at her guiltily.
Jing opened her eyes wide, looking somewhat confused, but gradually a sly smile appeared on her face. She leaned closer and whispered, "You're just looking, don't you want it yourself?"
"I want... for you to tease me properly." My heart was pounding, and my voice trembled slightly.
Jing bit her lip and looked at me, half-scolding, "Hmph, whatever, don't regret it later!" With that, she went to look in the mirror.
I smiled and left the room, resuming my conversation with Brother Qiang.
When Jing reappeared, she had changed into a lake-blue nightgown. Perhaps to avoid being too sexy, she had covered the top with a thin cotton cardigan, the buttoned-up front covering most of her cleavage. The lace hem of the nightgown barely reached her knees, revealing her slender legs. Looking at her face, her delicate features were even more alluring under the heavy makeup, and her cascading curls, swaying with her steps, naturally exuded the unspoken charm of a mature woman.
I inwardly praised her, only to hear Qiang say, "Xiao Jing, I think you're getting more and more beautiful!"
Jing replied somewhat shyly, "Really?"
She glanced at me quickly, adding, "Look at my husband, he would never say that."
I couldn't help but protest. The three of us chatted and laughed, setting out a table and placing the takeout we'd ordered. We sat down to eat, and inevitably had a few drinks during the meal.
...
As night fell, the three of us sat in front of the 42-inch LCD TV. The dim screen illuminated the darkened living room. I picked up the wireless keyboard and pressed Enter, saying, "Done!"
All three of us were simultaneously drawn to the screen. A beautiful woman in ancient costume, her head adorned with pearls and jade, dressed in silk and satin, holding a round fan, leaned against a weathered mahogany pillar. The image clearly highlighted the figure while blurring the background. The protagonist, beautiful and serene, was none other than my fiancée.
I couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "The photos are fantastic! The costumes and hairstyles must have taken a lot of effort, right?"
Qiang Ge said with a hint of pride, "My friend here usually shoots TV dramas; shooting people... people is just a hobby. The props are all readily available."
I noticed a pause in his tone, realizing he meant the human form, and a surge of excitement welled up inside me .
Jing chimed in, "The hairstyle alone took over an hour!"
"Oh... this location is..."
"The photographer said he knows the owner of this house and has rented this location to film several times,"
Jing added.
As we spoke, a series of photos automatically played, showcasing the heroine's beauty in various poses. Looking at the radiant Jing on the screen, a sense of satisfaction welled up within me. "This beautiful woman is my fiancée!" Qiang Ge continued to praise her, while Jing sat quietly with a smile, clearly quite pleased as well.
The next image showed Jing, dressed in ancient costume, with her clothes loosened. Her pose was a side profile, revealing half of her delicate, white shoulder. Her head was slightly lowered, her shoulders slightly hunched, her expression shy and timid, a charming and self-pitying sight.
I thought to myself, "Here it comes!"
My heart pounded instantly. The three people around me fell silent. I glanced at Qiang Ge, who had taken a sip of his cup, his eyes still fixed on the screen. Looking at Jing again, her hands were clasped together on her thighs. Although the light was dim and she couldn't see clearly, she seemed to be blushing.
The next image still showed the same background, but her face was turned further back, outlining her features. Her clothes were looser, revealing a beautiful shoulder and half of her slender arm. Jing's skin was already flawless, and with the lighting and exposure settings, it was like flawless jade, along with the natural shadow on her shoulder—utterly captivating.
Qiang let out a long sigh and said slowly, "It's really beautiful. This photo could totally be on a magazine cover."
Jing smiled shyly, "It's the photographer's doing."
"Yes, it's well taken, but the person in the photo has to be beautiful to achieve this effect."
The scene changed again, and Jing finally turned around, but covered her mouth with a round fan, which also covered a large expanse of her chest. The fan was made of white silk, slightly transparent, vaguely revealing some of the flesh below, but it wasn't clear. Coupled with Jing's beautiful eyes full of affection, her expression was a mixture of surprise and joy, which was truly intoxicating.
I sincerely praised, "Your expression is great!"
Jing said with a hint of pride, "The photographer also said I was very natural in front of the camera and had great expressiveness!"
Then we looked at the next picture, which showed Jing's back again. Her upper garment was completely removed, hanging on her forearms, fully displaying her beautifully proportioned back.
"This back view is beautiful," Qiang Ge exclaimed.
Before he could say anything more, the next picture made us hold our breath. Almost the same pose and background, except Jing slightly turned her body to the front of the frame. The precise focus outlined a near-perfect facial contour, and one side of her arm couldn't hide a graceful curve—so natural and beautiful, not a perfectly rounded circle, but seemingly weighty yet light. A faint touch of pink at the top made us want to get closer to see what it was.
Before I could fully appreciate it, the screen automatically jumped to the next image. I couldn't help but feel a little reluctant to leave, but then I heard Qiang say, "Can we go back to the previous one and take another look?"
I couldn't help but smile and press the left button, saying, "I want to take another look too." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jing holding a wine glass, head down, silent. It wasn't
until the screen jumped again that Qiang said, "So beautiful! Come on, beautiful lady, let me toast you."
Jing blushed and took a sip. I thought to myself, "The cognac in her glass has cola in it; she needs to work harder." As I
looked at the photos one by one, the photos became more and more explicit, and Jing's face grew redder and redder. She kept drinking her wine, seemingly using her actions to hide her unease.
The photographer's skill in handling light was quite remarkable, using shadows to highlight every alluring curve of Jing's figure. When I saw the two charming dimples above her buttocks, even I, who knew her body so well, was captivated.
Qiang looked at her, raised his glass, and took a big gulp.
The background suddenly shifted indoors. Jing, completely naked, lay on her side on an old wooden chair, one leg bent to cover her private parts, the other stretched out on the armrest with her foot pointed. Her hands were crossed in front of her chest, making her breasts stand out high—a very erotic sight.
Jing hurriedly got up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom." She didn't dare look at us before entering the bathroom, her steps already somewhat unsteady.
Qiang watched her disappear behind the door, then smiled at me and said, "Brother, your wife's photos are too tempting. I'm getting aroused just looking at them."
I clinked glasses with him and laughed, "Then let's get intimate with her when she comes out."
"Sure, then I won't be polite," Qiang said, going along with it.
"Why be polite? Don't be too reserved today, have some fun!" I said, feigning generosity, but inside I felt a strange mix of excitement and a little bitterness.
On the screen, red candles burned brightly, and Jing sat naked on a wooden bed intricately carved with patterns, her legs pressed together, her expression shy
and timid, like a bride on her wedding night, her clothes just stripped off by her groom, about to offer her body and virginity. Just then, Jing pushed open the door and saw the scene on the screen, blushing to the roots of her ears. Seeing her bashful appearance, I teased, "Come, pour me and Brother Qiang a drink."
Jing hummed in agreement, gracefully approaching and bending down to fill our glasses. Her bodice was now open, and with a slight bend, most of her breasts were revealed before us, swaying slightly with her movements, incredibly alluring. I noticed Brother Qiang's gaze greedily searching her cleavage; Jing clearly noticed, but hesitated to cover herself, her movements stiffening, and her innocent appearance stirred my heart even more. Just
as Jing finished pouring and was about to sit down, Brother Qiang pulled her close, saying, "Little Jing, come sit here." He patted his thigh.
Jing, caught off guard and unsure what to do, hesitated for a moment before he pulled her onto his lap without a word. Turning to look at me, she saw I gave her an encouraging smile and stuck out her tongue. Qiang picked up both of their glasses and said, "Come on, beautiful lady, let's have a drink."
Jing raised her glass to drink, but Qiang stopped her, saying, "Wait, let's have a toast together."
Jing smiled and agreed. Qiang then intertwined his arms with hers, casually putting one arm around her waist and taking a sip.
After finishing, his hand remained on her waist.
The erotic scenes on the screen grew increasingly intense. As the light dimmed, the tone of the image suddenly became somewhat mysterious and lewd. Half-hidden by the mosquito net, Jing struck various poses, her alluring body displaying endless charm and seduction.
Suddenly, I heard a soft gasp from Jing. Turning my head, I saw Jing leaning weakly against Qiang, one arm around his neck. Qiang's head disappeared, buried between Jing's chest and his chest. Because Jing blocked his view, I couldn't see clearly, but seeing Jing's restless writhing, I could imagine what he was doing. His left hand, which had been on her waist, had slid down to her buttocks, kneading them freely.
Seeing Jing being caressed by another man beside me, my heart burned with desire, and my lower body was erect, my pants taut. I stared intently at their every move, Jing's dazed breathing and soft moans drawing me deeper and deeper into a lewd abyss.
The scene shifted out of the corner of my eye, and a striking red color made me involuntarily look at the television. I saw Jing lying on the bed with her eyes closed and lips slightly parted, her back arched, her hands tied to the headboard with a red cloth above her head, her body lying there, ready to be taken. I didn't want her to dare to film such scenes. Shocked, I was also overwhelmed by the overflowing passion. I suddenly imagined the scene of the filming. In the fantasy, the photographer took advantage of Jing's hands being unable to move and pounced on Jing's body, kissing and groping wildly. He even sat on her body and inserted a thick, dark penis into her red lips...
The sound of a zipper being pulled open slightly woke me from my drowsy fantasy. I turned my head and looked at the two people next to me. I saw Jing straddling Qiang Ge's body. Her cover-up had already slipped to the floor, and one shoulder strap of her nightgown had fallen to her arm, revealing her right breast. He was sucking on her nipple, causing Jing to tilt her head back and gasp for breath.
Her right arm, white as a lotus root, disappeared between Qiang Ge's legs, groping. Hidden under the hem of her skirt, her jade-like hand was clearly exploring, her body moving in response. As if sensing my gaze, filled with frenzied desire, she turned to look at me, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes misty as she glanced at me. She stroked him more vigorously, moaning softly in his ear.
Finally, her body trembled as she lifted herself, freeing her hand to embrace Qiang Ge's head, causing him to groan as well. I saw her slowly sit down, her mouth agape in agony, knowing her entrance had been penetrated by the man beneath her. My heart pounded, a surge of bitterness and strange stimulation overwhelming all my senses.

(Thirty-seven)

He wasn't wearing a condom…
I watched helplessly as Jing was penetrated without protection, inwardly blaming her carelessness. My lips moved, but I didn't say a word. The thought of her flesh pressed against flesh, rubbing directly against flesh, sent a jolt of agonizing stimulation through me.
She had only sat down a short distance when she hissed and stopped, twisting her waist and rotating her hips, her brows furrowed, her expression unreadable, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Qiang pressed her hips down with both hands, but Jing gasped, "Slower...it's too thick..."
Qiang's smile was full of smugness. He paused between Jing's breasts, looking up at her, and asked, "Do you like thick ones?"
Jing frowned and nodded, her slender neck seemingly unable to support her weight. She rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes half-open and half-closed, gazing at me with a drunken, delicate yet lewd expression. After a moment of this, Qiang suddenly exerted force with both hands, his lower body thrusting upwards with a muffled thud, sending Jing flying. Jing let out a loud scream, her hands involuntarily wrapping around his neck, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at him. She then slumped against his shoulder, clutching her stomach and groaning, "I can't take it anymore...you're pushing all the way in..."
I wanted to reach out and touch her stomach, but I forcibly restrained myself. Actually, Qiang's penis wasn't short either, about the same size as mine, but at this moment, it had already penetrated deeply from the very beginning of his thrusts, no wonder Jing was screaming.
Qiang stared at her with a half-smile, his rough voice saying, "How about it, is my cock long enough?"
Jing avoided his gaze, lowered her head, and whispered, "It's...too long..."
Qiang lifted her delicate chin with one hand, forcing her to look at him and demanding, "Do you like it long?" He
then slowly began to grind against her with his lower body.
Jing's cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with allure, and she nodded without speaking.
Just as Qiang was about to speak, his phone rang in his pocket. He pulled it out as if to answer, but perhaps seeing the number, he suddenly laughed and answered.
I was puzzled, but then my eyes caught a glimpse of a new photo on the screen. In the picture, Jing was lying face down on the bed, supporting her upper body only with her head. Her breasts hung heavily and naturally, the nipples barely visible beneath the sheets. Her rounded thighs supported her buttocks, which were raised high, and one hand reached between her legs to cover her private parts.
Although the crucial points weren't explicitly exposed, the entire focus of the image was on the area beneath that small hand, the provocative intent unmistakable. As I imagined the scene from the camera's position, my heart raced with excitement. Then I heard Qiang Ge say, "Director Wang, how was it? Satisfied with today's model?" He held the phone in one hand, looking at us with a smile, his lower body still throbbing.
A thought flashed through my mind; I guessed what was going on. I was both curious to hear what he had to say and nervous that he was revealing our situation to outsiders. He hummed a few times, then continued, "Yes, I said she was beautiful, I wasn't lying... I want to see her too, I'll talk to her about it later... No, no... What, are you tempted... Hehe..."
Qiang Ge's smile deepened, then he suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "What? She was soaking wet during the shoot? You saw it all?
Oh my god... Are you feeling a bit hot-tempered? Haha... Okay, okay, I'll bring her out to meet you next time... Or you could introduce her to a role, let her audition? Maybe she'll be interested in you giving her a taste of her own medicine... Haha, don't be ridiculous... Okay, okay, I have to go now... See you later."
He seemed very tight-lipped, and I immediately felt relieved. Qiang hung up the phone and looked at Jing with a smile, "The photographer who took your picture today was really impressed with you!"
Halfway through his sentence, his eyes were drawn to the screen. This picture was even more explicit; Jing was completely naked, her legs spread wide and raised, suspended from the bedposts by two red ribbons. Her eyes were closed, her hair slightly disheveled, her lips half-open, and her hands were actively cupping her full breasts high, looking like she was bursting with desire.
Qiang clicked his tongue twice, reached out and grabbed Jing's breasts, and continued, "He said that when he was taking your picture, he saw you were all wet down there, and he really wanted to pounce on you and have his way with you, but he didn't have the guts. He regrets it now!" Jing blushed, but chuckled.
"Beautiful lady, tell me, were you soaking wet then?" Qiang narrowed his eyes and asked, staring at Jing.
Jing turned her head and glanced sideways at her own erotic photos, her expression a mix of shyness and pride. She whispered, "When they took this picture, they tied my legs apart to the bed, and I... I couldn't help getting wet..."
"Why did you get wet?" Qiang asked knowingly.
Jing turned back to him, her eyes slightly hazy, and bit her lip, murmuring, "The photographer... was holding a big camera and gesturing between my legs... wherever the camera was pointed, I felt a tingling, itchy sensation, like something was pointing at me... oh..."
I was aroused, my lower body hard enough to burst through my pants, and I desperately wanted to pull out my penis and masturbate, but I was too embarrassed to do so in front of another man.
Qiang pressed on, "Doesn't the lens look like a photographer's big cock?"
Jing seemed lost in lewd memories, her eyes barely open. She clung softly to Qiang, breathing on his neck, "Mmm..."
Seeing her overflowing passion, Qiang pressed his advantage, ordering, "Say that Jing's cunt loves being fucked by a big cock!" Jing
's body heaved as she worked his erection, panting, "Jing's... cunt... cunt." Suddenly, she let out a soft moan, shaking her head, refusing to continue.
Qiang didn't speak, but lifted her nightgown to her armpits, gesturing for Jing to raise her hands and pull it over her head. Naked, Jing was as delicate as a silkworm unraveling its cocoon, her curvaceous figure brimming with feminine allure, coupled with her stunningly beautiful face, leaving me mesmerized. And my captivating fiancée was right there, within reach, entwined with a middle-aged man I'd only met twice, allowing him to ravage her at will. My heart was filled with vain pride, mixed with confused humiliation, a lump in my throat that left me speechless.
I only heard Qiang say, "Open your eyes and look at your husband."
Jing glanced at me as instructed, her face flushing even more, but she didn't look away. Her eyes held shyness, guilt, confusion, and pleasure.
"Lift your buttocks up... don't sit down, let my glans just block your cunt..."
I almost had a nosebleed listening to this, but Jing indeed raised her body, and through the not-so-thick pubic hair, I could see a thick, dark penis connecting our contrasting genitals.
"Little Dong, do you want to see where your wife is being penetrated?" Qiang turned to me.
I think I probably blushed; my heart suddenly raced, and I vaguely responded, getting up from the sofa and sitting on the rug in front of the coffee table. Looking between his legs, I saw Qiang spreading Jing's snowy buttocks open for a closer look.
"Tell me what you see?"
Seeing another man's genitals being forcefully inserted into Jing's vagina right in front of me, the familiar and lewd smell of sex assaulted my nostrils and brain, making it almost impossible for me to speak: "Jing's... labia majora... so plump and tender... gripping your cock tightly." As
soon as I finished speaking, I heard Jing let out a soft moan, and saw her perineum twitch several times.
Qiang Ge clearly felt the contractions of Jing's vaginal walls, let out a comfortable groan, and continued, "Jing, did you hear what your husband said?"
"Mmm..." Hearing Jing's slightly trembling, drawn-out voice, I could imagine her expression even without seeing her.
"Come on, move up and down yourself, perform for your husband."
Jing leaned forward, her arms on Qiang Ge's shoulders, her buttocks rising and falling with each thrust.
"Move slower... let your husband see more clearly... keep going, little brother."
A tendon was visible inside the penis, which slightly bent as she sat down. Then, as she took it into her body, it emerged with a layer of moisture when she stood up: "Just now... my penis almost fell out... it even turned out with my labia minora, and the inner layer was still pink..."
Jing groaned again, but Qiang pulled her close and kissed her, the rest of her moan choked in her throat.
I saw her instinctively flinch for a moment, then he grabbed the back of her neck and immobilized her. We were then locked in a passionate kiss, and a thick, dark penis with prominent veins kept penetrating her. It felt like a hammer was pounding inside me, yet the stimulation was even greater than before. I trembled and said, "Wife, you're so wet down there… you
've smeared his balls all over…"
Jing let out a long, wanton cry, suddenly breaking free from Qiang's embrace and quickening her movements. She cupped one of her breasts in her hands and brought it to Qiang's face, saying, "Bite me!"
Qiang pretended to take a piece of her breast into his mouth, but instead focused on the tip, looking up at her and saying, "Say you're a slut!"
Jing gasped, "I'm a… slut…"
"Say you're a slut!"
"Ah… I am… a… slut… ah…" Jing shook her head, her curly hair cascading down like a waterfall.
"You said you like being fucked by a big cock, and you even let your husband watch!"
Jing lowered her body and slapped against Qiang Ge's thighs, squeezing her swollen breasts hard with both hands, and said in a tearful voice, "I like... my husband watching... me being fucked by a big cock! Ah..."
Jing cried out in pain as Qiang took her left breast in his mouth, sucking and biting. Jing's brows furrowed, she gasped for breath, tears streaming down her face, but she grabbed his hair and pressed him tightly against her chest, repeatedly saying, "Aren't my breasts pretty...suck my milk...bite me..." My heart ached with a mixture of pain and love; seeing her so engrossed, my chest trembled.
He sipped from one breast to the other, as if he wanted to devour Jing's beautiful breasts. After a long while, he finally looked up and said, "Lie back on the coffee table."
Jing was already limp from being sucked and obediently lay down. I was afraid she would be uncomfortable, so I put a pillow under her.
Qiang Ge watched her lie down, then lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders. Supporting her waist, he moved closer, his lower body thrusting in rhythm with hers. He said, "Does this leg-spreading posture look like when you're taking pictures?"
Jing tilted her head back and hummed in agreement, then sighed, "Yes..."
"Do you want to be fucked when you're taking pictures?"
"Mmm..." Jing's sweet, nasal voice made my bones feel weak.
"What do you think?"
Jing asked, her voice slightly dazed. "I fantasize about them pounced on me... raping me..."
"How do they rape you?"
"One pounced on me... oh... while my legs were tied and not closed, he... mmm... inserted himself... oh... and another sat on me, putting that... in my mouth..."
Jing, excited, hooked her legs around Qiang Ge's neck, twisting her delicate body to meet his thrusts. Her two proud, full breasts slid back and forth like jelly, incredibly alluring.
"Do you want to be gang-raped by two men?"
"Oh... yes..." Jing's expression was expectant; she was completely absorbed.
"Xiao Dong, lend me that red rope." Having remotely controlled Jing and me's SM game over the phone last time, Qiang was quite familiar with my tools.
When I returned to the living room with the red rope, Jing had already made Qiang stand beside the sofa, her upper body pressed down onto the cushion.
"Tie your wife's hands up," Qiang said, prying open Jing's labia and roughly thrusting his penis inside, causing Jing to groan loudly.
Holding Jing's hands, which were bound behind her back, and watching him use her wantonly beside me, I was so nervous I could barely control my trembling. The delicate warmth of Jing's wrists tingled with my fingertips, the red ribbon contrasting sharply with her snow-white skin. I couldn't help but kneel beside Jing, staring blankly at her every expression.
Jing's hands were bound, her buttocks raised high by the sofa armrests, just above Qiang's erect penis. Her beautiful face was distorted by the weight, further distorted by the friction of the thrusting from behind against the sofa leather.
"Does this feel like being raped?" Qiang asked loudly, panting heavily as he thrust in and out.
"Ah...like...oh..."
Jing tried to answer through cries, adopting a humiliating position as she was penetrated, yet clearly experiencing an unusual sensitivity amidst the shame.
"Have you ever been raped?" The sounds of flesh colliding mingled.
"No...no..."
Qiang slapped Jing's buttocks. "Want to try?"
"I really want to..." Jing's moans were filled with wantonness and anticipation, igniting my lust.
"Is being raped pleasurable?"
Jing's expression was as if she was about to cry. "So good...ah..."
"Say 'fuck me'!" Qiang's tone grew increasingly forceful, his movements more violent.
"Fuck me!"
"Do you want your husband to see... ugh... being gang-raped by several men?"
"Yes! Fuck me hard!" Hearing this, my blood rushed to my head...
Qiang Ge gripped Jing's snow-white buttocks tightly with both hands, squeezing and kneading them forcefully, the plump flesh squeezing out from between his fingers, "Tell your husband!"
"Husband... ah... see me being... gang-raped by... several men!"
Qiang Ge's movements suddenly accelerated to an unbelievable frequency.
"Slut! I'll shoot inside you, okay!"
My heart pounded wildly at the sound of his voice, my mind a mess, I was stunned and didn't know how to react, seeing Jing struggling to twist her body to get away, I frantically shouted, "No! Get out!"
I gritted my teeth and was about to push him away when I saw him suddenly pull out his penis and vigorously masturbate, shouting as he sprayed streams of white semen onto Jing's smooth, bare back. Her sensitive skin instantly broke out in goosebumps from the streams of heat, and she let out a series of moans...

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