"Free-range chicken" flavor

We sat facing each other, my hands holding one of her slender little feet, playing with it, then extending it towards her vulva, teasing her labia with my toes. She glanced at me, then carefully extended her foot as well, playing with my penis, occasionally scratching the base of it with her toes, rubbing my pubic hair and shaft.

Soon, my penis was rock hard, the glans gleaming. I got up and stood by the bed, gesturing for her to come over. She got up and came over, looking at my penis in surprise. I had her wrap her arms around my neck, lifted her legs, and aimed my penis at her vulva, then thrust it in with a "plop."

With each thrust, she wrapped her legs around my back, her body trembling, her eyes gazing at me passionately. One hand cupped her swollen breast, forcefully pushing her erect nipple towards my mouth, panting heavily, letting out soft moans.

After a while, a gush of hot, sticky fluid flowed from her vagina, down her vaginal walls, and onto my penis, covering my pubic hair and scrotum.

Her orgasm had arrived, and I was also a little tired. I composed myself, and soon my orgasm came. With a soft moan, my semen erupted like a volcanic eruption into her uterus.

I put her down, and she quickly covered her vulva with her hand, slightly bent over, her legs hunched, and followed me unsteadily into the bathroom. She squatted on the toilet seat as soon as we entered, letting the semen flow out. Then, she applied shower gel around my penis, carefully washing me clean before washing her own vulva. After

leaving the bathroom, I went to make coffee, and she staggered back to the bedroom. She said she didn't drink coffee, so I heated up a can of Lulu in the microwave for her. Entering the bedroom, I saw her lying naked on the bed. She took the Lulu, drank a few sips, and then put it aside.

I lay down, stretched, and turned to adjust the air conditioner temperature with the remote. I felt her rubbing my calves with her toes. I turned back, stretched out my arm, and she rested her head on my shoulder, snuggling into my arms.

After a while, she stretched out one leg, clamping my left thigh between her legs, and grabbed my penis, murmuring, "Brother, you're really something! I can serve you well too!"

I thought to myself, 'I've only fucked you twice, and you're already saying I'm something? This is just the beginning!'

Looking at the naked 'country girl' lying in my arms, I couldn't sleep at all after drinking coffee. I thought, I won't stop until I've fucked her enough tonight. Professional prostitutes are for release; as long as I can satisfy her, I don't care what she's like.

My wife's health isn't good, and to take care of her, I've controlled my libido for years. She simply can't satisfy my strong sexual desires, which is driving me crazy!

Lost in thought, I reached out and pulled the "country bumpkin" who had just closed her eyes into my arms, positioning her mouth against my penis. I thrust my already hard penis towards her, and she opened her eyes, hesitated for a moment, then finally opened her mouth and took my penis in, clumsily swallowing and sucking. I rested my head on her thighs, rubbing her clitoris with both hands and probing her vagina.

Watching her juices slowly flow from her vagina again, I inserted my fingers, moving them back and forth inside. Her body gradually trembled, and she let out muffled moans from her mouth, which was still holding my penis.

Suddenly, she shuddered violently, gagged, scrambled up, covered her mouth, and ran into the bathroom, vomiting several times. She came back, picked up Lulu from the bedside table to rinse her mouth, and returned with a pained expression. "Brother, your penis is too long, it's almost in my throat!"

Seeing her like this, I abandoned the idea of making her perform oral sex. Instead, I had her bend over on the edge of the bed, her hands supporting her weight. I took two condoms from the bedside table, put them on my penis, and forcefully thrust my hard penis into her anus.

"Ouch!" she cried out. Her legs buckled, and she knelt on the mattress. I pulled her up, straightened her back, and continued thrusting.

"Ouch, brother, please don't fuck my ass! It hurts! Who fucks their ass like that!" she said, her voice trembling with tears.

What a "country bumpkin"! Ignoring her moans, I continued thrusting my penis violently, while simultaneously kneading her thighs with both hands. Her occasional moans excited me immensely. After a long while, amidst the intense spasms of her anus, my penis finally ejaculated with a "whoosh."

Releasing her legs, she collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming from her eyes. I went into the bathroom, removed the condom, which had some blood on it; it seemed I had really hurt her.

After washing myself and my hands, I returned to the bedroom and found her lying pitifully on the bed, a tissue tucked between her anus and my penis. I lay down beside her, and she slowly turned over, gently stretching her body, grabbing my hand and placing it on her chest, pleading, "Big brother, please don't fuck my ass anymore, okay?"

I nodded expressionlessly, and she leaned forward, nestling into my arms in a pleading manner.

Lying in bed, holding my "local cock," I still felt unsatisfied. After resting for a while, I started fucking her again. By the time I finished the fifth time using the traditional method, it was already dawn. We were both tired, and I lay on top of her, exhausted but still naked, lying on the bed; my hands clutching her breasts, I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, it was almost dusk. She was awake, but still obediently let me lie on top of her without moving. After getting up, we went into the bathroom and showered for a while. I then sat with her in a chair in the living room, my hard cock thrusting into her already burning pussy, as she had said.

After a frenzied series of thrusts, amidst her soft moans, I ejaculated another stream of hot semen into her pussy.

Before leaving, I gave her 100 yuan. I took her to a buffet restaurant for dinner. As we parted, she asked me wistfully, "Brother, will we ever see each other again?"

I replied, "We'll see."

Watching her drag her legs, trembling from being fucked all night, into the pitch-black night, I realized my own legs were weak too.

Dude, wildflowers just don't taste the same as cultivated ones; "free-range chickens" have a unique charm!

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