[Urban] Married Women and Young Wives' Adulterous Affairs (Complete) - 31-33

Chapter 95:

My Wife Was Slept With While Wearing Stockings. My wife is a woman who values the quality of sex, but I didn't notice it at first. She likes to wear stockings and high heels. Usually, she just wears pantyhose and regular high heels, but sometimes when she goes out, she'll change into sexy suspender stockings, etc.

I also like stockings, but I've never let my wife satisfy me because I was afraid she'd laugh at me. But it turns out I was wrong; I gave my best enjoyment to another man.

My wife isn't a very promiscuous woman, but even the most honest woman can have an affair. My wife used to have the desire but not the courage. Every time she dressed sexily and went out, people would hit on her, but she never slept with anyone (at least that's what she told me). But later, she met a music producer. My wife has always wanted to be a singer, so she resolutely took time out of her job to practice singing and became very familiar with the music producer. I've met that man; he's not bad-looking.

At first, I would sometimes accompany her or pick her up from class, but later, I got busy with company affairs and stopped caring.

One day, my wife came home and told me that a music producer had found her a company where she could be a full-time singer. She was overjoyed and spent her days meticulously grooming herself. She also told me that the music producer was very kind to her, giving her a lot of advice on clothing (including stockings). My wife knew how important the sexy allure of stockings was to men she was attracted to, so I noticed she wasn't just wearing ordinary pantyhose anymore. Once, I saw her wearing long, sexy stockings with suspenders.

Just then, bad luck struck. I had to go out of town to deal with a situation at a branch office. I was a little uneasy before I left, but there was nothing I could do. For two and a half months, I was away, frequently calling my wife. Sometimes she wouldn't answer, saying she was in the recording studio and couldn't hear me.

The rest of the time, her singing career seemed to be going well.

But she never mentioned the music producer again, which made me increasingly nervous. I felt something was wrong.

Two and a half months later, I returned home without informing my wife. If she had kept her word, she should have arrived two days late. When I got home, the house was tidy, with some clothes scattered on the bed. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary; my wife must have been practicing singing or something, since she wasn't answering her phone.

It was a Saturday, and my wife often used weekends to practice singing. She could only practice for a few hours during the week, but on weekends, with no other singers around, she could practice all day.

So, with a relatively calm mindset, I went to the recording studio.

When I was almost there, my wife texted me:

"Honey, sorry, I was practicing and didn't hear you. I'm done practicing and about to go home. I'll call you when I get home."

I thought she was already done, so I wouldn't go in, since I needed to register to enter. I waited at the entrance, but she didn't come out after a while.

So, I registered and went in anyway. When I got to the top-floor recording studio, I saw that the iron gate was locked, meaning someone was there, but recording was in progress, and entry was prohibited.

But I couldn't resist, because I felt increasingly uneasy. So I slowly removed the lock, entered the main door, and went to the recording studio. I slowly pushed open a soundproof door, went inside, walked through a short corridor, and pushed open a second soundproof door. Before me was the mixing console.

I immediately saw a woman's bag on the sofa; I didn't know if it was my wife's. But then I saw inside the recording studio. Through the large glass, I was horrified to see a pair of flesh-colored women's stockings hanging on the microphone rack.

From my position, I could only see half of the recording studio. So I moved forward, my heart filled with a frenzied excitement, ready to see what was inside. I still held onto a sliver of hope, but I was quickly disappointed. I saw a second pair of stockings—two long stockings scattered on the music stand. The sheer size of the stockings exuded a lewd aura, filling the originally serious recording studio with a lascivious atmosphere. I gritted my teeth, determined to see everything as quickly as possible, and in a flash, I stood directly in front of the large glass window.

I was stunned. I saw a man's back on the edge of the grand piano, his trousers dragging on the ground. His body was thrusting forward repeatedly. In front of him, a woman was clearly sitting on the piano keys. The piano was closed, silent, and even through the soundproof glass, I couldn't hear anything.

However, I could see the woman's legs shimmering with pearlescent light—the kind of stockings I liked. She wore black pointed-toe stiletto sandals, her long legs held high by the man's arms around her waist, her calves dangling down, swaying seductively with his thrusts.

Her arms were wrapped around him, but her face was obscured by his body. Clinging to a last glimmer of hope, I looked left and right, but I still couldn't see her face. Meanwhile, the man was thrusting very quickly; the woman often had to frantically struggle to hold onto his shoulders. They were going at it wildly, and I was starting to feel aroused.

Suddenly, the man seemed to reach his climax. He lifted the woman up, and she was immediately suspended in mid-air. Then, something happened that completely shattered my belief: the woman clung tightly to the man, her body undulating with his vigorous thrusts. Her long, slender legs, clad in flesh-colored stockings, were wrapped around his waist, her high heels encircling his waist.

The woman rested her head on his shoulder, her mouth wide open, a lewd expression on her face as she spoke something. And that was indeed the face I both wanted to avoid but was also aroused by—my wife.

My wife was licking the man's ear wantonly, while he continued to fuck her, simultaneously caressing her beautiful legs in stockings. Those legs, which had never worn sexy stockings for me, were now being played with by someone else. My wife, who had always been well-behaved during sex and would thank me after each orgasm, was now endlessly enjoying being played with by a man and willingly making wanton, provocative movements. She never wore stockings when she made love with me, yet here in the recording studio were two pairs of stockings she had worn, or perhaps ones she was preparing for a second penetration.

The singing and recording studio she had mentioned had now become their pleasure room. I wondered how many times they had committed adultery here, and whether my wife was being taken advantage of because she felt lonely while I was away on business, or whether she had already been aroused when I told her I was going away.

I stared blankly at her as she continued to be fucked, her movements noticeably faster. She thrashed about the man with pleasure, moaning loudly.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I took a few steps forward and pulled open the soundproof door of the recording booth. Suddenly, lewd words flooded my ears: "Ah, so good, fuck me!" "Harder, touch my stockings, I wore them for you!" "Ah, make me feel good, make me feel good!" I only opened the door halfway before I didn't want to open it anymore. I stood there, continuing to listen to my wife shouting the most lewd and arousing words from her petite mouth, continuing to listen to the squelching sounds of their genitals colliding, continuing to look at the stockings hanging on the microphone stand (they were covered in semen, obviously not the first time today). My heart was pounding. I wanted to rush in and beat that man up, and I also wanted my wife to make love to me so wantonly. At this moment, my sense of humiliation and sexual urges were so real that I was at a loss! Since I discovered that my wife was cheating on me with another man, my life has changed dramatically. Everything is no longer as simple as before. Although I am very angry, we still have feelings for each other, and this relationship cannot be easily severed.

So after a long and drawn-out struggle, we had to return to our daily lives.

But what had happened before had made our relationship very distorted.

A lustful nature was growing within us.

Finally, one day, we had a long talk, fully opening up the topic of sex that we had always avoided. Although I was furious that my wife had betrayed me, I did get unprecedented stimulation from it, and she got the same. So we actually reached an agreement.

I think there will never be pure affection between us again, only pure desire.

We've both fallen into a life of burning ourselves out, enjoying it immensely, neither of us having the courage to consider our future.

We started engaging in all sorts of sexual games; my wife was constantly seducing other men, while I reveled in this perverse sexual stimulation.

The more she cheated on me with other men, the more excited I became, managing to give her another orgasm after each encounter.

We even traveled to another city. One day, my wife and I were strolling down the street. She was wearing a short skirt and high-heeled sandals.

A black bra was visible beneath her light-colored blouse.

She wasn't wearing underwear, only flesh-colored pearlescent stockings.

She walked down the street, leaning against me, her gaze provocatively seductive towards every man who looked at her.

I knew all of this perfectly well.

My wife must have been getting increasingly excited, so at a street corner near a grove of bushes, she deliberately slashed her leg against a branch, and predictably, her stockings ripped a large hole.

My wife, in front of many passersby, said she wanted to buy another pair of stockings.

So we went to a lingerie store, clearly the kind that sells sexy lingerie.

It had all sorts of alluring items.

My wife naturally chose a very eye-catching pair of stockings—a pair of flesh-colored pure nylon stockings with a thin thread running down the back to the heel, the typical look of a prostitute in a movie.

My wife bought them with a slight blush and immediately changed into those stockings, a symbol of wantonness, in the fitting room. The shape of the garter belt was visible through her thin skirt; the stockings only slightly exceeded the skirt's hem, meaning that if she squatted down, the garter belt would be exposed.

My wife excitedly whispered to me,

"I'm so nervous."

After leaving the lingerie store, we hadn't walked far when several men approached my wife from behind to look at her; she was incredibly excited.

My wife told me to separate from her and follow her; she was about to make her move.

So we turned and went into a shopping mall. After a quick look around, my wife walked away alone, her high heels clicking on the floor with a seductive gait, while I followed her for about ten meters.

She wasn't walking fast, but she gradually turned into a less crowded area.

I noticed a middle-aged man in a suit follow her in. I cautiously followed him and saw him staring intently at my wife's legs. My wife slowly walked into a coffee shop.

The man followed her in, and I found a spot where I could see her perfectly. My wife sat there, drinking her coffee, waiting for the man to approach her. She seemed quite satisfied with him, and after a while, he initiated a conversation.

My wife was very open, her legs not completely closed. Knowing she was easy prey, the man launched his attack, making lewd jokes and touching her inappropriately.

From their actions, I could tell the man was definitely talking to my wife about her sexy stockings. My wife, without any shame, touched the stockings around her knees. The man and my wife whispered a few words to each other.

My wife half-heartedly agreed to something.

A moment later, the man and my wife walked out of the coffee shop.

My wife stood outside the door and called me, which I didn't answer. This was our secret signal; it meant she was taking the man to our hotel.

I immediately went out and got into a taxi, watching as the man took my wife to another car.

I arrived at the hotel first and went to the room.

I scattered many pairs of my wife's stockings on the bed and chairs, hoping to excite her.

Then, I hid in the bathroom.

A moment later, my wife opened the door. The instant she opened it, the man grabbed her from behind. My wife screamed; her skirt had been lifted, revealing her genitals clad only in stockings. The man was stunned.

My wife quickly closed the door, and the man pinned her against the wall, frantically stroking her thighs from behind…

My wife is 30 this year. We've been married for several years. Our

relationship has always been good, but our sex life has never been very smooth.

She never seems to feel anything during sex.

I like my wife to dress provocatively during sex, like wearing stockings, high heels, or boots. She always agrees, saying she knows I like these things and that wearing them makes her more excited. However, she still rarely orgasms.

Later, we tried many methods, one of which was watching porn while having sex.

This method was very effective; we were very engaged.

She started asking more often.

We both fell into a stimulating and crazy sex routine.

Once, while watching porn, we saw a couple on a trip where the wife slept with several men behind her husband's back.

I was very excited, and even fantasized about my wife having sex with other men afterward.

One time during sex, I suddenly asked my wife if she wanted to have sex with someone else, and she quickly orgasmed.

I felt a little uneasy, but also excited.

After a while, things became lukewarm again, and I decided to make my wife more provocative.

So I encouraged her to wear short skirts, stockings, and high heels to work.

She said it was inconvenient for her commute, so I bought her a car.

I often buy her stockings and very high heels so she can wear them to work.

Gradually, she started to like wearing it that way too.

On my birthday, I pulled her into bed and made out with her for a while in the morning, but we didn't go all the way.

Seeing that she was getting excited, I said to her, "Wear the pure silk stockings I bought you today."

She was shy.

I said:

“You have to wear it. I want you to wear those stockings and high heels, and you’re not allowed to wear underwear,” she said after some hesitation. I told her it was a birthday present for me.

Finally, she went out wearing them.

I was excited all day.

When she got home, she said her colleagues might have noticed she wasn’t wearing underwear.

I asked her if she was excited.

She didn’t answer, but immediately hugged me and frantically asked to have sex.

I knew she was hooked.

In the days that followed, I often asked her to wear them.

Gradually, she stopped refusing.

Even when she had her period, she would wear pantyhose with sanitary napkins underneath when she went out.

After a while, the excitement faded.

Sometimes she would still ask me to have sex with her, but I always said I was tired.

Later, she stopped asking. Finally, one day, she called home and said she had to work late.

For the next few days, she worked overtime almost every day,

sometimes all night.

When I called her, she would take a long time to answer and say she was busy, but it sounded very quiet around her, not like there were many colleagues around.

I knew I had succeeded; my wife had most likely already slept with someone else.

Why was I so sure? Because her pair of pure silk stockings mysteriously disappeared later, and she bought several more pairs, still dressing provocatively.

But she stopped asking me for anything. Where did she release her intense desires?

Something was definitely wrong.

So I began my plan. I secretly made a copy of her office key. One day she was sick,

and I secretly went to her workplace.

She worked for a government agency.

When I arrived, I told her colleagues she had left something behind and I was there to retrieve it. I

easily entered her office.

It turned out she already had her own room.

Strange!

I hadn't heard her mention getting a promotion.

I secretly planted a phone bug.

Then, when no one was around

, I opened her drawer. I was ecstatic! I found several pairs of pure silk stockings in her drawer, including the pair I had given her.

I also found a box of condoms, with only two left.

Seeing these things, I was incredibly excited. I could almost see her having lewd sex with someone else in this serious office.

I couldn't let this go.

I had to see it!

A few days later, I took the opportunity to go to her office again. This time, I installed a very small, hard-to-detect camera.

This camera really cost me a lot of money.

The next morning, I teased her in bed again. She pretended to be excited, but I could tell she was actually getting impatient.

I still insisted she wear stockings and high heels without underwear.

She complied, but didn't seem very excited.

An hour later,

I started listening in and monitoring her.

I turned on the camera and the listening device.

Just then, she pushed open the door and came in—right on time.

I saw her close her door,

lean against it for a while, lost in thought.

Then, she sat down in a chair and actually lifted her skirt.

She reached down and slowly touched her private parts a few times.

Then, as if she had made a decision,

she picked up the phone.

I heard her talking to a man.

"Hello, it's me." "What's wrong? You sound a bit unhappy."

"I don't know, I think we shouldn't do it today. My husband wants me to go home early tonight, I guess he wants me.

I'm afraid he'll find out." Heh, you slut, you don't want me but you still masturbate, stop pretending.

"It's okay, just clean yourself up before you go home, I can't hold back anymore," the man said lewdly.

"Oh, okay, then come over." The phone hung up.

I saw my wife seemed very happy.

She adjusted her stockings.

Then she sat and waited.

A few minutes later, a man came in, and I saw that it was her boss.

An old man, almost 50, so that's what he's like.

After the two closed the door, they immediately hugged and kissed.

My wife actually hugged the man and backed towards the table, then sat on the table herself.

The man started burying his head in her skirt and kissing her.

My wife showed a comfortable expression, and I could hear soft moans. My

wife raised her legs, and the man kept stroking her beautiful stockinged legs.

The man suddenly brought his head close to my wife's face.

He asked: "

A lot of water, huh?"

"Did you miss me?"

The wife nodded.

The man asked again,

"What about your husband tonight? Did you still have fun?"

The wife said,

"I had no choice but to deal with it. Hurry up, don't stop." The man teased my wife, saying,

"I won't hurry, I'll stop anyway. Tonight you're your husband's, and I'm going to enjoy you. Come on, tell me why you like having sex with me?"

The wife said, "

Ugh, it's all because you seduced me. You look at me with such lustful eyes." The man asked,

"You don't like me looking at you like that?"

The wife said,

"Of course I like it.

When you look at me, I imagine you're having sex with me!"

The man asked,

"Admit it, haven't you wanted me to have sex with you for a long time?" The wife said,

"No." The man

said, "Really? I haven't been here long and you've been wearing stockings and high heels every day, and you don't wear underwear. Aren't you the one who's horny?" After the man finished speaking, he started licking my wife's nipples. My wife excitedly said,

"My husband made me wear those. Who seduced you? You seduced me. You gave me new stockings.

Isn't that seduction?"

"Hehe," the man said,

"That's because you deliberately tore the stockings in my office to tease me. Tell me, did you want me then?"

As he spoke, the man pulled out his penis and pressed it against my wife's vulva, rubbing it. My wife excitedly twisted her body and said,

"Yes, ah, I deliberately tore the stockings because I wanted to have sex with you. I wanted you, come on!" The man then thrust in hard, his penis firmly entering my wife's vagina.

My wife immediately covered her mouth,

but I still heard her moans.

The man continued thrusting, asking repeatedly,

"Slut, do you like doing it in the office?"

My wife nodded.

The man asked again,

"Do you like being seen by other men because you dress so provocatively? Do you like secretly having sex with other men?"

My wife was so excited she couldn't even nod anymore, one hand covering her mouth, the other holding the man's buttocks, pushing him in forcefully.

Her thighs, clad in stockings, swayed in the air, her high heels making her look even more lewd.

The man asked,

"Is it good? Are you a slut?"

His wife finally couldn't hold back any longer. She let go of his hand, wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear,

"Yes, ah, yes, I'm a slut. I like wearing stockings for men to see, I like men looking at me lewdly, and fucking me.

Husband, you can't excite me. My stockings and high heels were originally for you. Ah, hurry!" His wife's moans were soft, but very clear. I was incredibly excited at home.

Meanwhile, the two adulterers were having a passionate encounter.

I ejaculated quickly.

The intense stimulation almost made me faint—this was exactly what I wanted!

Tonight, when my wife comes home, I'll make her pay!

Last time I mentioned that I discovered my wife had indeed slept with someone else, just as I had hoped.

She reveled in extramarital affairs, enjoying wearing stockings and high heels for other men and seducing them.

This was exactly what I wanted, because it was exciting. Later, I confessed to my wife that the reason I hadn't had sex with her for so long was to encourage her to cheat.

She was excited too, and our sex life reignited.

It's true that once a woman's libido is aroused, it's hard to suppress.

Soon, she stopped sleeping with her boss, saying it wasn't exciting anymore.

So we decided to move on to the second step: seeking excitement in a new place.

Because I had been discussing these things online, I met some like-minded friends. We carefully chose a couple whose situation was similar to ours. Their

character seemed fine.

We met and chatted a few times.

We arranged a time and set off

for Guangzhou.

After a few days of getting to know each other,

we decided to begin our crazy stocking-stocking sex journey.

The couple seemed quite nice; the man was tall, average-looking but with a great physique, and seemed approachable.

The woman resembled my wife; outwardly dignified, but actually quite promiscuous. Within days, my wife went shopping with her alone. What did they buy? Stockings, high heels, and sexy lingerie, of course! A week after arriving in Guangzhou, we had built trust.

One night, we went to a disco we had previously chosen. The atmosphere was very open.

Many girls were dressed provocatively.

We could see many couples flirting.

The atmosphere was decadent.

But my wife was probably the most alluring and sexually frustrated woman there.

Before leaving the hotel, my wife had already put on a black miniskirt, a see-through top, a black bra underneath, flesh-colored open-crotch pantyhose, and 12cm high heels.

Her attire seemed to tell men of her desires.

I hugged her and caressed her; she was excited. She

said to me, "It's finally starting, so exciting!" I touched her and realized she was still wearing underwear.

I ripped it off and touched her; my wife was already wet.

I said to her, "Don't hide it, wearing only pantyhose is so lewd." She smiled but didn't answer.

After arriving at the bar, my wife and I chatted for a while, then I left her alone on the dance floor, surrounded by many men.

She was clearly excited. Several men slowly approached her; I could see they were all groping her. At first, she cautiously observed the situation, but soon she stopped paying attention and just kept moving her body.

At this moment, a foreigner came up and pushed past the others.

He hugged my wife from behind and started kissing

her neck.

My wife closed her eyes in ecstasy.

The man slowly reached his hand down to my wife's leg and started touching her, and my wife laughed happily.

They flirted happily, which excited me greatly.

After a while, the foreigner actually reached his hand inside my wife's skirt, and both of them froze for a second as if they had been electrocuted. The foreigner

immediately pulled my wife away from the dance floor.

My wife was pulled by the foreigner behind him, quickly heading towards the restroom in the corner.

I followed.

My wife glanced at me before going into the bathroom.

Her eyes were filled with excitement, lust, and a hint of unease.

I nodded.

My wife went in.

The door closed immediately.

Presumably, a frenzied sexual encounter was unfolding inside,

and my beautiful wife was the one being fucked.

This feeling was incredibly exciting.

Just then, I saw the couple who had come with us huddled in a corner, clearly not quite ready yet.

I went over and asked them what was going on.

They said they were a little reserved.

I said to them, "We've reached an agreement, right?" "What agreement?" I said, "The exchange agreement." The man nodded.

I immediately put my arm around the woman's shoulders

and hugged her tightly.

The man looked at me but didn't say anything.

I then stroked the woman's stockinged legs; her stockings were pure silk, and they felt wonderful.

The woman lowered her head shyly.

The man seemed excited.

I began to slowly rub the woman's nipples through her clothes.

She started to moan a little.

I leaned closer to hear her cries.

Who knew she'd start biting my ear and say, "Does it feel good? Actually, I've been wanting this for a while, but I was afraid he'd be upset." Hearing this, I immediately slipped my hand under her skirt and touched her genitals.

She started yelling.

After a while, I pulled down her panties and

handed them to her husband, saying, "Go ahead and play, I'm going to find my wife."

As soon as I stood up, a middle-aged man with glasses sat down and started talking to them.

I went to the bathroom where my wife was having an affair.

Someone was still knocking on the door, but no one answered, so the person left.

I went back to my seat.

I ordered another drink and had only taken a couple of sips

when I saw the bathroom door open, and the foreigner came out.

My wife followed behind.

She was clutching her chest, her face still showing excitement, seemingly still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.

She turned and walked towards me.

Her steps were unsteady, her high heels wobbling; it seemed she'd been having quite a wild time.

She sat down next to me

and leaned into my arms.

She said contentedly, "Oh my god."

Then she continued to breathe heavily.

Only then did I notice that my wife's stockings were already torn.

There were many long, large holes in the stockings.

I asked my wife, "How was it?" My wife nodded and said, "It was great." I asked, "Did you do it twice in all this time?" My wife nodded.

I asked again, "Did you suck it?" My wife said, "Ugh, how could I not? It's so thick." I hurriedly asked, "Did you use a condom?" My wife said she did. My wife

said, "She really likes my stockings, she keeps touching them, and later she stopped hugging me and started pulling on my stockings from behind, so the stockings are all torn.

" My wife said she wanted to go outside for some fresh air.

We went outside.

My wife took off her torn stockings.

We took a walk for a while.

My wife kept saying how exciting it was…How comfortable.

As we approached the bar, we saw the wife, the bespectacled middle-aged man, and a young man get into a van.

My wife and I exchanged a smile.

We went back to the bar, and my wife seemed interested again.

She chatted with a few men for a bit,

but didn't say much.

Then we saw our friend who had come with us.

He was sitting alone, drinking alone.

My wife and I quickly went over to ask him what was wrong. He said he was still a little awkward; firstly, he didn't dare touch other girls, and secondly, he felt bad seeing my wife having sex with someone else.

My wife immediately sat down next to him and started comforting him.

I immediately understood what my wife meant. I

sat to the side and watched the show.

My wife was being flirtatious; her sweet words were so alluring! Soon, the man was laughing and talking.

My wife started leaning against him, putting her legs up on his.

The man started touching her, then asked, "Where are your stockings? Take them off." My wife chuckled and replied, "What do you think? You'll see when you see my stockings." The man thought for a moment and said, "Can I touch your stockinged legs?" My wife immediately took out a new pair of stockings from her bag and put them on.

The man started kissing my wife.

Then he started touching my wife's breasts.

My wife was clearly excited again.

She closed her eyes and started enjoying herself again.

She also occasionally touched the man's penis through his pants.

The man was incredibly excited, but he insisted on going back to the hotel with my wife.

He said he and his wife had brought sex toys.

I thought it was fine, but I needed to bring his wife so I'd have company! So we quickly went outside.

He called his wife, but no one answered. He said he was sure everything was alright; my wife and I knew she was in the car nearby, so we said it was fine and we'd be back soon.

But he was still worried.

We reluctantly led him to the van.

I suddenly wanted to play a prank.

So I rushed over and yanked open the car door.

I almost got kicked by his wife's high-heeled foot. As soon as the door opened, I saw his wife's two legs, clad in silk stockings and high heels, raised high.

Between her legs was a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man, startled, immediately hid deeper into the van.

As soon as he moved away, we witnessed a very exciting scene.

My friend's wife was only wearing high-heeled stockings and a short skirt, her upper body bare, her underwear tossed aside.

When we saw her, she even had that young man's penis in her mouth! This woman is really something, so open on her first time. Is it really her first time? Her husband must have been kept in the dark for a while! The three people in the carriage immediately froze.

I pretended to be a little angry.

The middle-aged man immediately said, "Are you together?" My friend's wife quickly put on her top, wiping her mouth nervously, and said, "That's my husband." The middle-aged man immediately apologized.

The four of us immediately took a taxi and left.

On the way, I saw in the rearview mirror that my friend was frantically kissing and touching his wife.

My wife was playing with my friend's penis.

I chuckled to myself, it seems everyone's really gone all out!!! Last time I mentioned that my wife, another couple, and I went to Guangzhou for a wild, lewd time.

Ever since that night at the bar, the four of us have been very open.

My friend and his wife were even wilder than us, and of course, the two couples swapped partners several times.

One day, the four of us even engaged in lewd acts in the room from noon until late at night.

During the entire Guangzhou trip, my wife went through about 30 pairs of stockings and several pairs of high heels.

We were really going crazy.

Two weeks later, we returned home.

Although we kept in touch, it was difficult to meet up due to busy work schedules.

My wife continued to go to work diligently, and I occasionally heard her boss make sexual advances towards her.

However, my wife had lost interest in him.

Less than a month later, my wife started to find our sex life boring again.

However, being in her hometown, she was afraid of running into acquaintances, so she didn't go to bars or similar places for trysts.

Just then, the several pairs of sheer bodysuits I had ordered for her online arrived.

My wife couldn't help but ask me to find a way to satisfy her infidelity.

After much thought, I finally came up with a place.

I used to live near a university.

The campus atmosphere was rather conservative.

It was rare to see women dressed provocatively on campus.

It was a good place to tease a virgin.

My wife was very excited.

Finally, on the weekend,

we set off.

Before leaving, my wife started getting ready. She

wore a bodysuit of sheer, flesh-colored stockings.

The stockings covered her entire body, only revealing her neck, hands, and crotch.

They were perfect stockings for sex.

After putting on the stockings, her full breasts were encased in the sheer fabric, her nipples erect and incredibly provocative.

As usual, she didn't wear underwear, only

a short skirt and an opaque blouse . She wore

10cm high heels.

We arrived at the campus; it was the weekend, so there were very few people.

My wife and I walked around the campus, feeling very excited.

My wife asked me, "What's your plan? Tell me quickly!" So I led her to a rather secluded laboratory building, where there were almost no people.

There were several large classrooms.

My wife and I walked through several floors and saw a male student reading in one of the classrooms.

He wore glasses, had a blank expression, and looked like a bookworm.

My wife thought he would be easier to approach.

She decided he was the one.

So my wife clattered into the classroom in her high heels.

She stood by the window and looked out.

I saw through the glass of the back door that the male student kept staring at my wife; her back view looked very sexy.

Her short skirt and stockings, her beautiful legs, were captivating the male student.

After a while,

my wife slowly walked over and asked the male student, "Are you a student here?" The boy nodded.

My wife asked again, "Your school is quite big, why are there so few people today?" The boy said it was the weekend, and everyone was resting in their dorms.

My wife said, "Then what are you doing here? Studying so hard!" The boy smiled somewhat flusteredly.

My wife then sat down next to the boy.

She started whispering to him, but I could still hear her.

Her words were very provocative.

The boy's voice quickly trembled slightly.

Suddenly, the boy asked, "Sister, why are you wearing stockings in this heat?" I was startled, knowing the boy had fallen for her trap and was no longer concerned with saving face.

My wife was definitely happy, so she said, "Yes, it's hot, but I like wearing them. Do you think my stockings look good?" The boy nodded.

My wife started stroking her legs and asked directly, "Do you like seeing girls wearing stockings?" The boy was a little surprised and slowly nodded. My

wife immediately perked up.

She asked, "Do you always stare at girls' legs?" The boy didn't answer.

My wife said, "It's okay, what's wrong with that?

Let me show you this." As she spoke, she pulled up the sleeves of her shirt and said, "Look, it's the same color as the stockings on your legs. Have you ever seen anything like this?" The boy was stunned and said, "No, I've never seen anything like this. Are they connected?" My wife said, "Yes!" The boy was still pretending, "Wouldn't that make it even hotter? They're not connected, are they?" My wife pretended to be very serious and said, "They are connected, they're bodysuit stockings. If you don't believe me, I'll take them off in the bathroom and show you.

" The boy nodded and said okay! My wife said, "Tell me where the bathroom is. Never mind, just take me there!" My wife immediately packed up with the boy and prepared to leave the classroom.

I immediately sneaked to the women's restroom (though it was a bit indecent).

I went to the innermost stall,

closed the door, and waited for them.

Soon I heard my wife's laughter.

Then she came in

and said to the door, "Wait for me a moment."

My wife entered the restroom and secretly saw me waiting.

Her expression was unusually excited, her face flushed.

I immediately hid the camera on her side, which was connected to the camera in my hand.

My wife started getting ready.

She unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her breasts covered in stockings, very sexy.

She hung her purse on the hook.

She lifted her skirt, revealing open-crotch stockings, and slowly stroked her genitals.

I could clearly see her lewd expression through the camera.

At this moment, my wife called out to the door, "Hey, come in for a second, help me." The man hesitated.

My wife said, "Come in, there's no one else.

" So the man tiptoed in.

When he reached the stall where my wife was...

The wife pushed open the door.

Her top was open, her breasts encased in stockings, the sheen of the stockings gleaming on her beautiful legs.

Her hands innocently covered her genitals.

She looked shy, but her skirt was already lifted up to her waist.

The boy was stunned.

The wife immediately reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling him inside, then closing and locking the door.

The wife and the boy stood facing each other. The boy remained frozen, staring at the wife's breasts. The wife asked shyly, "It's stockings, do you believe me now?" The boy finally snapped out of his daze and nodded hurriedly.

The wife slowly moved closer to the boy's chest and asked, "Do you like it? You must have wanted to see it earlier, right?" The boy trembled and said, "Yes, you're so beautiful, sister." The wife asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?" The boy shook his head.

The wife stroked the boy's body and said seductively, "Then you've definitely never tried this before. Let me let you try it." Saying this, she squatted down and pulled down the boy's shorts and underwear.

A mouth took the boy's penis into her mouth.

The boy's body immediately trembled violently.

The wife kept sucking, not giving him a chance to breathe.

The boy suppressed his voice, but still managed to say, "Sister, sister, I, ah..." The wife sped up.

Soon, the boy's body tensed, and the wife realized he was about to ejaculate.

She immediately spat out his penis and rubbed it vigorously with her hand.

The boy ejaculated, a lot of it.

The wife stood up.

She hugged the boy and asked, "Was it good? Was it your first time?" The boy actually said, "Sister, turn around, I haven't had enough yet! I've seen it in porn.

You women all like to be fucked from behind.

I want to fuck you from behind too!" The wife said lewdly, half moaning and half speaking, "Okay, sister likes it, come on." The boy was still a boy after all, and he was still strong.

He immediately picked up my wife and pressed her tightly against the wall. He lifted

my wife's skirt

and thrust his penis in, but it went in a little crooked.

The wife immediately reached over and grabbed his penis, helping him to aim it correctly.

The man thrust hard again, his penis fully inside.

My wife couldn't help but cry out.

Although it was only one sound, I knew she was incredibly happy.

The man thrust wildly, completely without technique.

My wife didn't need any technique either,

because she was already psychologically aroused.

So as long as he thrust hard, she would quickly reach orgasm.

My wife was pressed against the wall by the man, her two stockinged legs stretched straight, trying to support her body.

However, her high heels slipped, making her a little unsteady. The man simply grabbed her waist, lifting her slightly, and continued to thrust hard.

My wife's body trembled uncontrollably, her legs were already weak.

Her hands gripped the water pipe on the wall tightly.

She gasped for breath, but dared not cry out.

The man thrust harder and harder, seemingly on the verge of madness.

He bit my wife's pantyhose from her back, forcefully pulling her head back. He used

both hands to pull at the pantyhose around her abdomen with one hand and the pantyhose around her legs with the other.

At the same time, he continued to thrust.

My wife's position was awkward due to his actions, but she seemed to enjoy it, not stopping him at all, but letting him play with her vigorously.

The man thrust harder and harder, beginning his final sprint.

My wife couldn't hold back any longer and finally cried out.

The man frantically thrust into her genitals, tearing at my wife's stockings with both hands and mouth.

Finally, the man and my wife seemed to reach orgasm simultaneously.

The man ejaculated inside my wife.

Then the man pulled out his penis and leaned against the wall to rest.

My wife lay limp in the corner, her stockings torn to shreds, looking like she had been raped.

After resting for a while,

my wife got up, took off her stockings, and put her clothes back on.

The man had also tidied himself up.

My wife leaned over and kissed his face, saying, "Thank you, it felt so good."

The man hugged my wife and said:"Sister, can I have these stockings?" My wife handed him the stockings.

They left the restroom together.

As agreed with my wife,

I went back to the car to wait for her.

She was sure she wanted to spend more time with the young man.

Ten minutes later,

my wife arrived, with the young man still with her.

My wife walked over with the young man.

I opened the car door and greeted my wife.

She introduced the young man as her junior from university.

The man smiled nervously.

I deliberately asked, "Where are your stockings? Aren't you wearing them?" My wife said, "It was too hot, so I took them off, but they accidentally fell into the toilet.

" She said, "Weren't you going to get something from Teacher Zhang? Did you get it?" I understood what she meant; she was aroused again so soon! I immediately said I'd go get them and left.

I hid in the distance and watched my wife and the young man get into the car.

They didn't come out for a while.

Later, the young man left dejectedly.

I went back to the car.

My wife told me that the young man insisted she change into stockings and give him oral sex again in the car.

My wife did as he asked and enjoyed it very much.

She said giving someone oral sex in the car was especially exciting.

Sigh, my slutty wife.

Ever since she seduced that young man at university and had sex with him,

my wife has become increasingly addicted.

She's started to think there's sex waiting for her everywhere in the world.

So she keeps wanting to go out and find more fun with me.

A month later, we finally hit the road again. This time it was my wife's idea; she planned to seduce a strange man on the train and have sex with him.

I thought it was very exciting.

We brought a lot of stockings and high heels.

We bought two soft sleeper tickets.

We had looked at this route before.

There weren't many people; each soft sleeper compartment was only occupied, basically just two people.

My wife and I boarded separately. I boarded first and put my luggage away.

A middle-aged man came in. He looked like the kind of person who did small business.

Although he was dressed neatly, he was carrying many bags, and his manners weren't very refined.

I immediately texted my wife to tell her that the conditions were right.

So my wife boarded the train.

When she came into the compartment and pushed open the door, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up.

He hurriedly greeted my wife.

I pretended to be indifferent and lay down on the upper bunk.

My wife was wearing flesh-colored pantyhose, silver high-heeled sandals,

a black miniskirt

, and a black see-through top .

She looked very provocative; the first impression she gave was definitely that of a frivolous woman.

After packing her things, the wife sat on the lower bunk, crossed her legs, and pretended to call her husband: "Hey, honey, I'm on the train. I'll arrive tomorrow morning. Pick me up on time!" This was intentionally for the middle-aged man to hear.

After she finished the call, the middle-aged man tried to get closer to her.

She responded sweetly, her words occasionally tinged with ambiguity.

The middle-aged man was quite pleased.

The train soon started moving.

The wife continued chatting with the middle-aged man.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to introduce his products, the middle-aged man sat down on the wife's bunk,

getting closer and closer to her.

The wife frequently stroked her legs.

The middle-aged man's eyes were lecherous.

The wife chatted enthusiastically with him, and soon took off her high heels, putting her legs up on the edge of the bed.

The middle-aged man started telling dirty jokes.

After each one, my wife would playfully kick him with her stockinged foot, saying things like how naughty he was.

The middle-aged man, of course, realized his wife's seduction.

But with me there, she didn't want to be too blatant.

Otherwise, she probably would have pounced on me already.

Night fell.

My wife got up to go to the bathroom.

When she came back, she complained coquettishly, "What a lousy bathroom door! It tore my stockings.

" The middle-aged man quickly took the opportunity to get close to my wife's beautiful legs, sighing, "What a pity, such a nice pair of stockings." My wife then said, "Could you gentlemen please excuse me for a moment?

I have more stockings in my bag, I'll change into another pair.

" The middle-aged man readily agreed, and I pretended to be reluctant and left.

A moment later, my wife opened the door, "I'm all changed, thank you."

I went in and saw that my slutty wife had indeed changed into a pair of pure silk stockings with suspenders, a deep flesh color, very transparent.

And through her short skirt, I could see the shape of the suspender buckles.

With just a slight lift of her leg, I could see the edge of the stockings.

The middle-aged man praised her, "Young lady, your legs are really beautiful, you look good in any stockings." My wife said thank you.

I knew my wife wanted to take things further.

I secretly turned on the camera hidden in my suitcase.

Then I said I was going to eat.

The middle-aged man and my wife, of course, both said they weren't eating.

I left alone

and went to the bathroom.

I turned on the camera's receiver.

I immediately saw the middle-aged man and my wife talking intimately.

The middle-aged man had already put his hand on my wife's shoulder.

My wife leaned closer, looking like a slut. They were still saying things they didn't mean, talking about my wife's high heels, stockings, and married life.

My wife said that marriage had become mundane and that she liked the outside world.

The middle-aged man became more and more excited and started touching my wife's knee.

My wife didn't object

and continued chatting happily.

The middle-aged man's face was very close.

Suddenly, he started kissing my wife's lips.

My wife trembled slightly and let him kiss and touch her.

I immediately left the bathroom. I

came back, opened the door, and went inside.

The two of them immediately tensed up and returned to normal.

By then, the lights were almost off.

We both went to bed and went to sleep.

Actually, all three of them were pretending to be asleep. I hid under the covers, turned off the volume, and continued watching my wife's lewd behavior.

My wife waited for the middle-aged man to play with her, while the middle-aged man waited anxiously.

Half an hour later, the middle-aged man got out of bed and slowly walked to my wife's bedside.

Seeing that my wife was sleeping, he assumed she was asleep and felt disappointed.

So he began to slowly stroke my wife's stockinged legs.

My wife still pretended to be asleep.

The middle-aged man then unzipped his pants and

began to masturbate in front of my wife.

After a while, he felt it wasn't exciting enough.

He slowly took my wife's hand, which was resting on the edge of the bed,

and gently pulled it to his penis.

My wife immediately stopped pretending to be asleep

and immediately grabbed his penis.

The middle-aged man was startled.

My wife immediately hugged him and kissed him.

While kissing, the middle-aged man vigorously rubbed my wife's breasts.

My wife, in turn, masturbated his penis.

Then, my wife took a condom from her bag and put it on the man.

The two of them secretly engaged in their lewd acts.

My wife knelt on the bed.

The man stood up.

My wife began to suck his penis.

After a while,

my wife lay on the bed, took off her top, and slowly lifted her short skirt. The middle-aged man then saw that my wife wasn't wearing underwear, only stockings with garter straps.

The middle-aged man immediately pressed himself against my wife and forcefully thrust his penis inside her.

My wife, being pressed down, looked very satisfied and comfortable,

her mouth wide open,

being penetrated by the man.

This scene made my penis incredibly hard.

I had no choice but to masturbate under the covers.

Afterwards, I was sleepy and tired,

so I turned off the camera and

slowly fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes, it was already dawn.

I rolled over and saw my wife still wearing her stockings and even her high heels.

She was fast asleep on her bunk,

clearly exhausted from being fucked, lying there oblivious to everything.

A middle-aged man was lying next to her.

Several condoms were scattered on the floor.

I wondered how long they'd been doing it; they were so tired they'd fallen asleep without cleaning up.

After a while, the train arrived at a small station, and the two of them woke up with a start.

They quickly changed their clothes ,

pretending nothing had happened.

I also pretended to have just woken up and greeted them coldly.

The middle-aged man went to wash his face.

My wife said she wanted me to leave for a few hours so she could have some fun.

I rubbed my wife's genitals and said, "My slutty wife, haven't you had enough of being fucked?" My wife nodded shyly and said, "It's so exciting!"

So I made an excuse to change rooms and left, but I secretly hid the camera.

I could still see the footage in the bathroom.

After drinking a few sips of water, my wife took off all her clothes and changed into the most revealing bodysuit stockings, black fishnet stockings

with an opening at the crotch .

She put on high heels.

After a while,

the door opened.

The middle-aged man rushed in,

grabbing my wife and groping her haphazardly.

Then, a train conductor entered.

He was a young man; my wife, being a slut, apparently wanted to be fucked by two men at the same time.

The two men immediately took off their clothes,

put on condoms,

and lifted my wife's buttocks.

The conductor began thrusting into my wife's vagina.

At the same time, my wife was giving the middle-aged man a blowjob.

My wife's expression while giving him a blowjob was extremely lewd; her mouth was filled with the man's penis, her eyes were alluringly fixed on him, and she even had a satisfied, lewd smile. She

licked the man's penis very meticulously, then sucked on it from front to back.

The middle-aged man was having an amazing time,

tilting his head back and moaning softly.

The conductor, not to be outdone, was also

thrusting into my wife frantically.

My wife's buttocks kept writhing in response to the man's ministrations.

They did this several times, both men ejaculating multiple times, condoms scattered all over the floor.

My wife had also experienced several intense orgasms.

All three of them were limp on the bed.

The train was almost at its destination.

The two men quickly packed their luggage and left the room.

My wife, however, remained lying on the bed, wearing only stockings and high heels.

I rushed to her room

and saw the blurry scene on the camera.

My wife happily said to me, "Look at my buttocks!" I looked, and realized they had penetrated my wife's anus one last time.

My wife said it hurt a little, so I quickly helped her up.

My wife said, "Honey, that was so exciting!

So much fun!

" We quickly packed our things and

left this lewd train of my wife's infidelity before the cleaning staff checked the rooms. (10-08,
Chapter 96: My wife had sex with someone else in the alley at night.

My wife and I's sex life has always been full of fun, a fun that has gradually accumulated and deepened over eight years of marriage.) We all know that couples inevitably experience boredom after living together for a long time, including in their sex life. So, about a year after our marriage, we discussed how to keep our sex life fresh. During the discussion, I discovered that my wife, like me, had a strong childlike heart and a hidden, erotic desire. We decided to add some spice to our lives, of course, all in secret, absolutely without letting anyone we knew know, because we still needed a peaceful life.

So, we started with small things, like her masturbating me on the bus or her willingly letting others take liberties with her; like making love together in public men's or women's restrooms late at night; or her going shopping without a bra, with a rubber dildo inserted. Each time, we experienced a unique thrill in a tense atmosphere, and we enjoyed it immensely.

By the way, let me introduce my wife. She was 31 years old, 1.64 meters tall, with a full figure but not fat. Her skin was very fair and smooth, and her looks were above average. She liked to keep her hair long and straight, with delicate features and a captivating shyness. She worked in a department of the district government and was already a promising deputy section chief.

That day, it was probably around ten o'clock at night. My wife and I were returning home from dinner. For our health, we walked home from the restaurant. It wasn't far, but we had to pass through several secluded alleys. We walked and talked. Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I said, "Honey, are you afraid to walk here alone?"

My wife smiled and said, "No."

I said, "Aren't you afraid of thugs?"

My wife said, "What's so scary about thugs? They just want to take advantage of you; they won't kill you."

I said, "Won't you fight back?"

My wife thought about it seriously for a moment, then said coquettishly, "Of course not. He can do whatever he wants. Maybe... I'll even... I'll even..."

"What will you do?"

I pressed.

"I'll even cooperate with him."

My wife finished speaking and hugged me, laughing.

I laughed too, patted her plump buttocks, and whispered, "I know, you actually wish another man would sleep with you once!"

My wife retaliated by grabbing my crotch with one hand, grinning, "So what? You only have one thing that can't satisfy me."

We were used to joking around like this, and since we were alone, we didn't care. We walked along, whispering and teasing each other. After a while, my hand accidentally slipped under her crotch from behind and touched her—oh my god, she was wet.

Just as I was about to tease her, she suddenly whispered "Shh" at me, saying, "There

's someone up ahead." I looked up and saw a figure in the distance, slowly walking towards us; it looked like a man. In that instant, an idea struck me. I grabbed her, grinning mischievously, and said, "Honey, let's play a game. It's a man. Do you dare play with him?"

My wife playfully hit me. "You're so annoying! Who knows if he's a good guy or a bad guy?"

I said, "He doesn't look like a bad guy. Besides, I'm here. What are you afraid of? It's just letting him take advantage of you a little. It's okay."

Knowing we were going to play a game again, my wife suddenly got excited, her face flushed as she smiled and said, "Okay, you hide. Watch me."

So, I hid behind a corner of a wall, peeking out in the dim light of the streetlamp. My wife gave me a playful gesture, signaling me not to move, and then tugged at her dress. Today, my wife was wearing a light blue suit, very professional-looking, very stylish, clearly outlining her chest, waist, and hips. Her two long, white legs were exposed, both dignified and sexy.

The figure got closer and closer, then suddenly coughed twice. Judging from the voice, it sounded like... like an old man.

My wife clearly understood what I meant, and turned to look at me, her expression somewhat troubled. For some reason, I waved to her, signaling her to come over. Without hesitation,

she slowly walked towards the man. Soon, they were about to meet, and I finally saw his face clearly. Yes, it was an old man, probably in his fifties, walking slowly with his hands behind his back, his old eyes fixed on my wife. My wife had her head down, so I couldn't see her expression from behind. Just as they were about to pass each other, I heard my wife cry out "Ouch!" as if she had tripped over something, and she lunged towards the old man.

The old man was startled, but reacted quickly, opening his arms to catch her. In an instant, the two of them were tightly embracing.

My wife didn't immediately pull away, but said nervously, "I was so scared, so scared! Thank you, sir."

The old man didn't let go of my wife right away either, but patted her back and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, young lady, be careful when you walk."

My wife then let go and tried to walk forward, but then cried out "Ouch!" and squatted down, clutching her ankle and groaning, "My foot... I think I twisted it."

The old man quickly squatted down as well, asking with concern, "Where? Where did you twist it? Let me see." He then touched my wife's foot.

My wife stood up, stretched out her right foot, and said, "It's this one, ouch, it hurts so much..."

I chuckled inwardly: my wife's acting was perfect!

The old man held my wife's right foot and slowly rubbed it, saying as he rubbed, "Young lady, don't worry, I studied traditional Chinese medicine when I was young, I'm very good at massage, don't worry, I'll rub it for you, it'll be fine soon."

I don't know if he was telling the truth or not, but the old man certainly looked convincing. My wife couldn't help but moan as he rubbed her. The sound... well, anyone can imagine it, and you can interpret it however you like. Sure enough, a moment later, the old man looked up at my wife, his eyes clearly filled with lust.

My wife was enjoying herself when the old man said, "Girl, lift your leg up a little, it's tiring for me to be looking down like this."

My wife obediently lifted her leg, her hand on the wall beside her. I immediately understood: the old man was about to make his move!

Think about it, once my wife lifted her leg, her short skirt rose, and the old man, looking up from below, would have a clear view of her underwear. What a shameless old man!

The old man rubbed her while glancing occasionally at his wife's underwear. Slowly, his hand began to move uncontrollably upwards, past her calves and knees, and upwards... Suddenly, my wife shuddered and cried out, "Uncle, you're touching...touching my private parts."

The old man seemed to have no more inhibitions and began to caress my wife directly through her underwear under her skirt, lewdly saying, "Girl, why is your place wet? Is it from sweat?" My

wife, leaning against the wall, said weakly, "I hate you, old man, if you touch me like this...how can I not get wet?"

The old man excitedly pressed his face close to my wife's legs, slowly even burying his head under her skirt, saying, "Girl, I didn't expect you to get aroused so easily? Let me see, let me smell, how horny are you?"

It seemed the old man had completely let go and didn't care about anything else.

My wife was clearly also greatly aroused. She moaned softly, "Uncle, what are you saying about being aroused? I...I'm not...it's you...you're being disrespectful, teasing me...Oh, uncle, what are you...doing? Don't...don't kiss me there, ah..."

Clearly, the old man had already kissed my wife's private parts through her underwear. I was thoroughly enjoying it.

My wife held the old man's head with one hand, her hips constantly swaying, seemingly enjoying himself immensely. A moment later, the old man poked his head out, leering as he pulled my wife's underwear down to her knees. My wife cried out in a coquettish voice, "Uncle, no... don't take off my underwear! You're... so old, how can you do this? I'm... so embarrassed! You're so annoying, you're still touching me! No! Someone will see..."

The old man stopped, looked around, stood up, put his arm around my wife, and said lecherously, "Miss, how about we go somewhere else? Don't worry, I won't mistreat you. Name your price?"

I chuckled inwardly. So he mistook my wife for a prostitute; no wonder he became so emboldened so quickly. It seemed this old man had frequented prostitutes before.

My wife pushed him away, scolding, "What do you take me for? I'm a respectable person!"

Then she went to pull off the underwear the old man had pulled down.

The old man chuckled, stopping her movements, his hand already groping my wife's crotch. He said, "Miss, please, I admit I was wrong, okay? Yes, you're a respectable person, and you're already wet here. Hehe..."

I thought my wife would stop here; who knows what might happen if they continued. But when the old man touched her, she couldn't help but moan, looking like she was really enjoying it. The old man leered at her, as if he knew what he was doing. Taking advantage of her enjoyment, he squatted down again, rolling up her skirt to her waist, exposing her entire genitals—her fair skin, round buttocks, and alluring black triangle. Even I couldn't help but get an erection. The old man squatted in front of my wife, his face directly facing her thick pubic hair. He stroked her buttocks with both hands, staring lustfully at her most beautiful part, muttering, "My goodness, so beautiful. A young woman's thighs, buttocks, and... this hair, ah—I haven't seen anything like it in years."

As he spoke, he slowly pressed his face against my wife's genitals, as if embracing a precious object he had longed for for years, with a hint of deep affection. I found it extremely amusing. It seemed this old lecher hadn't seen many good women; he'd probably only ever played with a few prostitutes. He was having such a lucky day; no wonder he was ecstatic.

The old man had pressed his entire face against my wife's vulva, his mouth directly beneath her pubic hair, constantly rubbing against her clitoris, his tongue seemingly already licking it. My wife, meanwhile, was utterly blissful, slightly parting her two white, tender legs to allow the old man's mouth to penetrate deeper. She held his head with both hands, her hips swaying, emitting continuous, deep moans. Once again, I experienced my wife's wantonness; she could make an old man feel so good, and it was just licking.

Just as I was getting excited, my wife suddenly stopped, pushed the old man's head away, and quickly pulled up her underwear and pulled down her skirt, leaving the old man stunned, staring at my wife with his honey-dripping mouth open. My wife, her face flushed, pulled the old man up and said with irresistible charm, "Old man, to tell you the truth, I'm a prostitute. I can't just play around with you for free. Tell me, how much are you going to pay?"

This time, I was stunned. I thought my wife had suddenly decided to stop playing around, but who knew she... she actually wanted to go for something bigger, and even said she was a prostitute. I was completely baffled. The old man immediately understood, grinning, "I told you, you look like a prostitute, hehe, I wouldn't be wrong about you."

I cursed inwardly: You old lecher, your woman is the prostitute!

My wife really did act like a prostitute, putting her arm around the old man's shoulder and saying casually, "Tell me, old man, how much are you going to pay?"

Good heavens, was this really my civil servant's wife?

The old man nodded repeatedly, "Okay, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you,"

and began rummaging through his pockets, finally pulling out a wad of crumpled banknotes. "This is all I have, is it enough?"

His wife took it, glanced at it, and said, "That's all? Only thirty-odd yuan, am I that worthless?"

The old man's face fell, and he was already pleading, "Young lady, this is all I have, this is my living expenses for the whole week, please, let me do it once."

His wife chuckled, "Old man, you're spending your whole week's living expenses just to do it once, and it's so little, doesn't seem right?"

The old man became impatient, "How about I go home, I have over twenty yuan under the covers, I'll give it all to you, please, young lady."

His wife sighed, "Sigh, at your age, in such dire straits, you still want to do this kind of thing. Okay, it's like I'm doing a good deed, but first, you have to listen to me."

After saying that, she really put the money in her pocket.

I thought to myself: Wife, do you really think of yourself as a prostitute?

The old man nodded repeatedly, standing there for a moment, unsure what to do. His wife generously put her arm around him and said, "Sir, let's move over there. Be careful, if you hear any noise, get out of there quickly."

The old man readily agreed. I thought, where did that lecherousness from before go? Now it seems like he's not playing with my wife, but my wife is playing with him.

Sigh, my wife, she's so mischievous, so lewd…

At this moment, my wife was already having sex with the old man near the wall, just around the corner from me. I quickly hid, and when I peeked out again, it was as if they were right in front of me, except my wife had adjusted the angle perfectly: the old man was angled with his back to me, and my wife was angled towards me. This way, not only could the old man not see me, but I could also clearly see their every move. I knew my wife wanted me to witness a good show up close. My wife's eyes darted towards me quickly, and she even made a face.

After they stopped, the wife asked the old man, "Uncle, how long has it been since you did it?"

The old man said, "Almost...almost half a year."

The wife smiled coquettishly, "So long, are you missing women?"

The old man said, "Yes, I'm craving them like crazy."

The wife asked again, "Then...am I pretty?"

The old man seemed impatient, "Pretty, pretty, girl, don't tease me, I...let's do it!"

He then reached out to hug my wife.

The wife laughed and pushed him away, saying, "Don't rush, uncle, how do you want to play?"

The old man really couldn't take it anymore, "How else can we play? Just do it, come on, I...I..."

He was about to make a move.

The wife stopped him again, "Uncle, don't you want to see my...this?"

As she spoke, she unbuttoned her top, lifted her blouse, revealing a pink lace bra.

My wife's breasts were not small, plump and full, making the bra stand up high. The old man immediately reached out and pushed the bra up, my wife's two snow-white breasts popped out, and the old man took one in each hand and began to knead them vigorously. My wife closed her eyes and began to enjoy it. After a while, the old man, finding the touching unsatisfying, went over and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. My wife must have been enjoying it, hugging the old man and moaning softly.

After a while, the old man lifted my wife's skirt, pulled down her panties, and inserted a finger directly into her vagina, making her

cry out , "Ah—!"

The old man was busy there, and I could clearly see the look of ecstasy on my wife's face. She would occasionally open her eyes, look at me, and lick her lips, looking like…like a prostitute. My penis was rock hard, and I couldn't help but start touching myself. Watching an old man enjoy his wife while I could only touch myself—wasn't that a bit pathetic? But honestly, I liked it.

The old man finally stopped, his hand on his waist, seemingly about to unzip his pants. My wife stopped him in time, panting, "Wait a minute, let me do it."

The old man obediently stopped moving. My wife first placed her hand on the old man's crotch and rubbed it, saying, "Old man, at your age, you can still get this hard, that's amazing."

The old man chuckled, "Of course, I was even more powerful when I was young."

My wife slowly unbuckled the old man's belt and pulled down his pants. I could see clearly from behind that the old man's legs were quite strong, but he was wearing a brightly colored pair of briefs. I almost burst out laughing.

My wife laughed too, "Uncle, why are you wearing women's underwear?"

The old man seemed a little embarrassed, "Hehe, it's comfortable."

I thought to myself: What a lecherous old man.

My wife stopped laughing and started pulling down the old man's floral shorts. I couldn't see what was in front of him, but I could see a round glans powerfully popping out. My wife exclaimed softly, "Uncle, yours is so big! It's really impressive that you're so old, still...still so...vigorous."

The old man seemed to regain his confidence: "Hehe, impressive, right? Do you like it?"

My wife grabbed the old man's penis, her face flushed, and said, "I like it."

Then she squatted down, brought her face close to the penis, and then quickly pulled away: "Uncle, your taste...is so strong."

The old man said bluntly, "People in your line of work, are you afraid of this? Haha..."

My wife looked at the penis again, and perhaps unable to resist the temptation, she started masturbating with her hand. The old man groaned comfortably: "Girl, don't just...grab it with your hand, use your mouth."

After saying that, he thrust his hips forward and brought his penis to my wife's mouth. My wife instinctively flinched back, then glanced at me quickly. Then, as if she had made a great decision, she closed her eyes, took the old man's penis into her mouth, and began to suck it.

Actually, my wife doesn't object to oral sex; sometimes she even enjoys it. I think it's probably because the old man hasn't showered in a long time, and his penis smells too strong. At first, she kept her eyes closed, looking pained, but after a while, she started to squint her eyes seductively, glancing up at the old man and then at me. The old man's thick penis was going in and out of her mouth, the dark purple glans being sucked clean and shiny. The old man was actively thrusting in and out of her mouth, moaning with pleasure, saying, "Ah...it's fucking amazing, this young woman's...mouth, it feels so good to fuck her, ah-good...so good, I'm fucking...I'm fucking, good girl, I'm fucking your mouth...I'm fucking...your mouth..."

The old man penetrated very deeply each time, and my wife had to use her hands to block him from time to time, making "ooh" sounds. After about a minute of this, the old man suddenly pulled his penis out of my wife's mouth, panting, "I can't take it anymore, don't move, I'm about to come."

After a short pause, the old man let out a long breath and said, "Thank goodness, I haven't come yet."

My wife smiled, wiped her lips, and stood up, "Uncle, you're done so quickly? Weren't you supposed to be amazing?"

The old man said repeatedly, "You're amazing, you're amazing. A beautiful young lady like you... sucking my old man's penis, who... who could resist?"

My wife giggled and grabbed the old man's penis again, "Will you let me suck it again?"

"No, no, girl, come on, use your lower mouth to suck it."

After saying that, he turned my wife's body around, made her stick out her buttocks, and lifted her skirt. My wife's plump, white buttocks were facing him, and I could even see the lustful juices flowing from the base of her legs.

I realized we'd finally reached the crucial moment. I didn't know whether to continue. If we did, my wife would really be taken advantage of by this old man. Wouldn't that be going too far? My wife didn't resist. On the contrary, she bent over and actively moved her hips back, as if hoping the old man's penis would immediately penetrate her. Then, she even reached back and grabbed the old man's penis, saying, "Old man, come on... fuck me, put it in, I'm... a prostitute, you paid for it, come on..." It seemed my

wife really saw herself as a prostitute. I know my wife says a lot of surprising things when she's being unrestrained, but it only excites me more.

The old man, of course, couldn't resist the temptation. Seeing my wife so proactive, he couldn't help but feel smug, leering, "I told you, a whore is a whore, they all deserve to be fucked!"

It was clearly an insult, but I knew my wife enjoyed being insulted when she was aroused. Sure enough, my wife said in a trembling voice, "Yes, old man... I'm a whore, I deserve to be fucked... Come on, fuck me... Put it in, I need your... your cock."

Hearing this, the old man excitedly grabbed my wife's buttocks, one hand holding his own penis, and said, "Whore, I'm going to fuck you!"

Then he thrust in.

My blood rushed to my head: my wife had finally been fucked by this old man. Although this wasn't the first time she'd been fucked by another man, it was the first time by an old man. It seems that regardless of age, my wife only needs a penis. Perhaps, it's precisely because it defies common sense that she's even more excited.

The old man moved slowly and deliberately, but each thrust went deep. My wife let out a series of ecstatic moans: "Ah...oh...old man, you're so...old...and still...so amazing, you're going in so deep, right to my...womb, it feels so good...waaaah...waaaah, I'm such a slut...I'm willing to let the old man...waaaah."

The old man, enjoying himself, was naturally pleased by my wife's words: "Ah...such a good girl, doing this kind of work, letting...so many men...waaaah, isn't it...both comfortable and profitable? I never thought...in my old age, I'd still have such...good fortune, to be able to...waaaah with you...it would be worth dying for."

My wife had been teased by the old man for a long time, her lust already aroused, and now that she was finally having sex, she must have been incredibly happy. She liked to say lewd things during sex, without any restraint. I had experienced this before, and I liked it about her. Sure enough, the wife's words became increasingly lewd: "Uncle... ah... this is the first time...

I've been... fucked by an old man... I never thought an old man would have such a hard... such a thick... cock. If I had known, I would have... fucked him long ago." The old man was also quite wicked, chuckling and saying, "There are many... good old men out there. We... most like to sleep with... young girls and young wives. Someone like you, about the same age as my daughter... hehe, one sip and you're wet." "

Ah? -- You've slept with... your daughter? Uncle, you... really?"

"To tell you the truth, I have... thought about it, but I didn't dare. Even now... she's married, and someone else... slept with her, I still... want to."

Haha, it was unexpected that this old man was so lewd that he even wanted to sleep with his own daughter.

But what surprised me even more was my wife. She actually moaned and said, "Uncle, then... you can treat me as... your daughter. The one you're crying right now... is your daughter!"

The old man got even more excited when he heard this: "Okay, okay... I'm about the same age as your father, right? Then... you can treat me as your father too, my daughter... my good daughter, are you willing to let your father... cry?"

This old man is a beast. He's trying to lead my wife into the abyss of incest. Before I could think much, I heard my wife say in a sweet voice, "What... Daddy cums for his daughter? But... if it really happens... it'll be so exciting... Ah... Daddy... is that you? Is that you? Is that you... cumming for me?"

The old man reacted quickly and cooperated, "It's me, my good daughter... Daddy has wanted to... cum for you for a long time, you... don't want to?"

My wife continued, "No... daughter wants to, because... Daddy's penis is so big, inside daughter's... pussy... it's swollen... numb, ah... Daddy, you're cumming for... your daughter..."

The old man's movements suddenly became faster, and a loud "splat" sound came from where he and my wife were joined: "Daughter... good daughter, Daddy is going to cum, all... cum inside your pussy, give you... give Daddy's semen, ah... oh..."

At the same time, my wife also reached her peak: "I'm coming too... ah... ah, Daddy, cum... give me all the... semen in your old penis, cum... cum... cum... cum... Daddy... cumming for me..."

I was dumbfounded.

Both were exhausted, leaning against the wall, panting. The wife, being younger, recovered quickly. Without even cleaning herself, she slowly dressed and softly said to the old man, "Uncle, let's go home."

Then she took out a crumpled wad of money from her pocket and stuffed it into his shirt pocket: "Don't do that again. You're getting old; your health is important."

She then straightened his clothes, pushed him a few steps, and the old man, like a wooden statue, let her do as she pleased, turning back every few steps as he walked back, his back slightly hunched.

Only after the old man was far away did the wife come to me, still stunned, and asked with a smile, "Are you alright?" It

took me a while to come to my senses. I gave her a thumbs-up, then pulled her along and quickly walked back.

My wife yelled anxiously, "Hey, slow down! Slow down! Why are you in such a hurry?"

I stopped, my eyes blazing with fury, and uttered two words: "Fuck you!"

(Chapter 97: The Bad and Beautiful Woman)

I am twenty-eight years old, divorced, and my daughter was awarded to her father by the court. I used to be a textile factory worker, but since some foreign products entered the market, the textile industry has experienced widespread layoffs, and I was caught up in the wave of layoffs.

Currently, I live alone in the provincial capital.

To make a living, I've done many jobs: cleaner, dishwasher, factory worker, even a gatekeeper. Now I'm facing unemployment again.

I wanted to apply for minimum subsistence allowance, but the labor department ultimately determined I was "capable of working" and refused.

I feel like there's no way forward. ...

The sun is blazing.

I walk alone on the street; it's so hot, even the ground feels like it's burning.

I received my last month's wages from my boss, and his face still keeps flashing before my eyes—that hateful face—as he coldly said, "Sister Zhang, I can't help it. Business is bad now, I can't support so many people..."

I said nothing, picked up the meager amount of money, and resolutely walked away.

I was thirsty and wanted to buy some water, so I went straight to a small stall. "Master, how much is a bottle of mineral water?"

I asked.

"Two yuan,"

a man said.

I clutched the money in my bag, my palms slightly sweaty, thinking: Two yuan is enough for a meal, I'd better not buy it.

Thinking this, I turned and walked away. Behind me, a mocking voice rang out: "Not even buying a bottle of water! What's the point of asking if you're not going to buy anything? Just bored and looking for trouble..."

I was already used to such taunts. That's the fate of the poor. Even the lowest of the low, if they're richer than you, can still humiliate you, and you have to endure it.

I walked until I reached a park, and suddenly noticed a water tap for watering the plants was still running. Seeing the gushing water, I couldn't resist any longer. I rushed over, grabbed the hose, and drank my fill! Ah! So refreshing!

Looking at the lush plants, I suddenly felt they were happy, at least happier than me. When they were thirsty, they could drink freely; when they were hungry, someone would fertilize them; they could grow strong and healthy without worrying about anything.

I felt I wasn't even as good as a blade of grass...

Back home, I lay on the worn-out sofa bed, counting the little money I had again and again. It was never enough!

This meant I would continue to go hungry! To remain poor!

Suddenly! I went berserk, smashing things in the room! Smash everything I can move! Smash this world!

Smash this society! This society where the poor have no way to survive! This cannibalistic society!

I laughed wildly, and cried at the same time! I had only one word in my mind: hatred!

After venting, I felt very comfortable, but also very tired, and I lay down on the ground and fell into a deep sleep...

When I woke up, the streetlights were already on. I fumbled for the light and turned it on in the dark, finding the room a mess, and I was very hungry. I managed to tidy up a bit, straightened my clothes, grabbed some money, and went out.

'I'll take it one day at a time, worry about tomorrow tomorrow, at least I can eat my fill today!' I thought to myself.

There was a steamed bun shop across from my building. I've lived here for several years, but I've never been inside. Today, I was attracted by the fragrant steamed buns in the shop, so I went in.

Ah, there were so many people in the steamed bun shop, men, women, young and old, all kinds of people.

I chose a corner to sit down and ordered eight steamed buns. While I was waiting, I suddenly heard voices behind me: "Come on, Lao Xu, let's drink... We're brothers, no doubt about it... Hey! What's troubling you? It's just that your son didn't do well on the college entrance exam... Don't worry about it... We'll go to Lao Liu's place later, I heard he just got a few new girls... Hey, let me tell you, old ones, young ones, wild ones, not wild ones, they've got them all!... I tried it once last time! Damn! It was so much fun!..."

As I listened, a thought suddenly occurred to me... I pretended not to care and glanced back. Behind me sat two men in their thirties, the table piled high with bottles of liquor. Both were dressed fashionably, clearly the kind of people with a bit of money.

A while later, my steamed buns arrived, and I wolfed them down. When I was full, I paid, not caring how much it cost anymore. I felt a bit nauseous and staggered out of the steamed bun shop.

Back home, I lay in bed, thinking back to what those two men had said. 'Is this really the only path I can take? There must be other paths, there must be!' I told myself. I thought about it carefully and finally thought of another path, but I broke out in a cold sweat! The other path was: death! ...

No! I don't want to die! If I don't want to

die, I have to find a way to survive! ...

Now, I survive.

Night falls, and the city lights come on again.

I get out of bed, take a shower, and then make myself a decent dinner. After eating, I take out a pair of trendy black pantyhose from the drawer and put them on in front of the mirror. Wow! I look at my beautiful lines, paired with the black pantyhose, my curves are truly revealed. I can't help but touch my high, full buttocks. The smooth and delicate feel under the tight stockings is intoxicating. Then I touch my front, my smooth abdomen, my firm thighs. As I touch, I feel a slight dampness in my crotch. My two heavy breasts, with their red nipples, I think even those beautiful young girls are not as good as me.

I gathered my long hair and looked at myself. A mature and charming woman! Ah! I was quite satisfied with myself.

I put on my bra; I heard it was a Japanese brand. The red bra made me even sexier. Over it, I wore a tight-fitting skirt. I like green, so I specifically chose a green tight-fitting skirt.

'What shoes should I wear today? Last time, Professor Zhang said he likes sporty girls, so maybe I should wear a pair of sneakers.' Thinking of this, I found a pair of white sneakers and put them on. Now I was dressed.

I took out the note from my purse. It read: Professor Zhang, Room 203, Gate 2, Huayin East Lane, 9 PM to 9 AM.

I checked the time; it was still okay. After getting ready, I grabbed my small purse and left home.

The company I work for now is called 'Xiaojun Household Services Company.' Our regular services include cooking, cleaning, elderly care, and patient care, etc., but our main service is providing special services to some middle-class people—sexual services, of course.

I was fortunate enough to join this company, partly by luck. After a period of training in sex services, I gradually distinguished myself. Now, I earn over two thousand yuan a month from the company! Moreover, my skills have become increasingly proficient.

As for Professor Zhang,

he's a regular customer. Since the first time I served him at his home, I've been there at least three times, and each time I've satisfied him. He particularly likes my bold and outspoken style. Of course, Professor Zhang is also very generous. With his professorship at the university, his monthly salary is as high as 8,000 yuan, so he always gives me generous tips, which touches me deeply.

Thinking about this, I went to Professor Zhang's house.

I checked my watch; it was exactly nine o'clock, the time when everyone was gathered around the television.

I gently knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

a middle-aged man's voice sounded from inside.

"It's me, Bitch Hair,"

I said as softly as possible.

'Bitch Hair' was the name Professor Zhang gave me; he required me to refer to myself as 'Bitch Hair' every time I came to his house for services.

The door opened, and a chubby man appeared inside. It was Professor Zhang. Professor Zhang was smiling and wearing only a nightgown. When he saw me, he quickly ushered me into the room and then locked the door.

Professor Zhang's apartment, a three-bedroom, one-living-room unit provided by the university, was over 90 square meters and beautifully decorated.

As I walked in, I said, "Professor, what's up? Is your wife away on a business trip?"

Professor Zhang's wife is also a university lecturer and frequently travels for work, which is why he dared to invite me over so boldly. However, I'd heard that Professor Zhang was henpecked and often scolded by his wife.

Professor Zhang replied, "That old woman is finally away on a business trip! She's so annoying! She's always nagging me. You're so much better; you always do what I want." Once

inside, I took off my sneakers. Professor Zhang's living room had a thick, soft carpet.

I sat on the carpet, and Professor Zhang sat beside me, pulling me into his arms and whispering, "My dear, I've missed you so much these past few days! I've missed you so much I can't eat or sleep."

I looked at Professor Zhang's chubby face like a little bird nestled against him, pouting my lips, and said, "Professor, I've missed you too. I think about you every day, about all the things we used to do, about those good times. Let's not waste any more time, come on."

I seduced Professor Zhang.

Professor Zhang seemed very excited and said, "Shall we play horseback riding again?"

I said, "Anything is fine, just don't let me leave you..."

Professor Zhang looked at me and suddenly pushed me onto the carpet...

I took off my skirt and bra, leaving me only in black pantyhose. Then I lay on the carpet waiting for Professor Zhang to mount me. Professor Zhang seemed very engrossed. He gathered my long hair together and tied it with a piece of yarn, then went outside, picked up one of my sneakers, and carefully sniffed the insole. Disappointed, he said, "It doesn't smell like anything. Is it a new shoe?"

I shook my hair and said, "Professor, you didn't make me wear my old shoes. I should have worn those."

Professor Zhang suddenly smiled and said, "I knew it. Come, see what I prepared for you."

After saying that, Professor Zhang took out a pair of brown women's socks from his wardrobe. I leaned over and smelled them; they smelled a bit bad.

Professor Zhang said to me, "Hey, pubic hair, come on, suck on it."

Then he stuffed the toe of his sock into my mouth, turned around, and "rode" onto my back. He grabbed my hair, which was bunched up, but it was more like he was straddling my back, because Professor Zhang was quite heavy, and if he put all his weight on my back, he would have crushed me.

While pulling my hair, Professor Zhang raised his hand and slapped my plump buttocks, tightly encased in black stockings, hard. A loud, crisp "smack!" echoed. Professor Zhang excitedly exclaimed, "Oh! Riding a horse! Oh!"

So, with the stinky sock in my mouth, I crawled on the floor, step by step. Professor Zhang happily slapped my plump buttocks, the room filled with the crisp "smack, smack, smack" sounds accompanied by my groans as my buttocks were slapped.

I crawled around the room a few times. Professor Zhang, panting, said to me, "Stop, stop, let me rest for a bit."

I stopped, and Professor Zhang plopped down on the carpet. He looked at me with the smelly sock in my mouth and laughed, saying, "That's funny. Come on, take the sock off."

After resting for a while, Professor Zhang stood up and took two bottles of soda from the refrigerator in the kitchen. He opened one and said to me, "Come on, you little bastard, come have some."

I went over and drank the soda.

Professor Zhang rested for a bit, then pulled a long, thin stick from under the bed. The stick was very slender but long, only gradually thickening towards the base. Professor Zhang told me to bring in one of his sneakers. He used the stick to lift the sneaker and said to me, "Come on, let's play 'monkey balancing a lamp'."

I laughed and lightly hit him, saying, "You're so annoying, making me play this so soon."

Professor Zhang chuckled and said, "I couldn't resist."

I stood on the carpet, legs together, and then... Slowly bending over, I braced myself against the carpet, my buttocks sticking high in the air. Professor Zhang walked up to me, pulled down my black pantyhose slightly, patted my buttocks, spread my anus, and tried to insert the thick end of the stick holding the sneaker into my anus. He tried twice but couldn't get it in, probably because my anus was too dry. Professor Zhang slowly spat on my anus, then moistened it with the thick end of the stick, and with a forceful thrust, there was a 'plop' sound—the stick disappeared into my anus!

Professor Zhang truly lived up to his reputation as a university professor, coming up with such lewd ideas; women seemed to be nothing more than a subject of study for him.

I lay on the carpet, occasionally swaying my hips slightly from side to side, trying to maintain my balance so the stick in my anus wouldn't fall over or tilt.

Professor Zhang watched me with satisfaction. He sat down in front of me, and I struggled to maintain my balance with my head down. Professor Zhang laughed and said, "Your technique is getting better and better!"

Then, he stretched one of his feet out in front of me and said, "Come on! Nibble on my old foot!"

I opened my mouth and let Professor Zhang put his big toe into my mouth. His foot was smelly and salty. I carefully sucked on his toes, and Professor Zhang laughed heartily, "Good! Oh! Very good!"

Professor Zhang watched me in this lewd position, bent over on the ground, a rod inserted into my anus with a tattered shoe on top, and sucking on his foot. Professor Zhang opened his pajamas, and his chubby penis began to harden slightly.

This position was really tiring! Maintaining balance and sucking on his toes made my limbs feel numb.

Luckily, Professor Zhang put me down at that moment. I lay panting on the carpet. Professor Zhang pounced on me, straddled me, and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. His hands worked hard on my vagina, making a "plop!" sound. Gradually, my vagina became lubricated. I stroked Professor Zhang's penis with my small hands; it was plump and quite fun. I said to him, "Professor, can I suck your penis?"

Professor Zhang said softly, "You're so annoying! I won't let you."

I pleaded, "No! I must suck your penis! Let me suck it! Let me suck it!"

I hugged Professor Zhang's waist, and he deliberately struggled. I pressed him down, lowered my head, and quickly took the head of his penis in my mouth and began licking it. My warm, gentle mouth enveloped the entire head of his penis, and Professor Zhang comfortably enjoyed my service, humming softly.

I gently teased his penis with the tip of my tongue, and after a few rounds of teasing, Professor Zhang's penis gradually became hard. His penis was short and thick, very hard, like an iron nail. I licked the head of his penis for a while, then licked his testicles. Professor Zhang groaned even more. His testicles were fun to play with, white and small, like a child's. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and took both testicles in at once.

Professor Zhang was getting a little hot, excitedly stroking my body. I knowingly lay on top of him and put his penis into my vagina and started stroking it. 'Plop, plop, plop,' Professor Zhang moved his hips in rhythm. I could feel his penis rubbing back and forth in my vagina, but it was a bit short, not even reaching my G-spot. But I knew that my purpose was to make the client feel good and comfortable; my own feelings were secondary.

I pretended to be very aroused and groaned, "Oh! Professor, your penis is so great! Oh! Fuck! Oh! Ah!"

Professor Zhang, seeing my ecstatic look, fucked me even more excitedly!

Suddenly, Professor Zhang's eyes widened, and he cried out, "Oh!" I felt his penis contract inside me, and then a gush of warm semen shot out.

After the climax, Professor Zhang breathed heavily, wiping his sweat. He picked up a soda and took two big gulps. I wiped myself clean with a sanitary napkin and nestled in his arms.

Professor Zhang took a short break and whispered to me, "Hey, you should put on my old hag's clothes, okay?"

I giggled and lightly hit him, saying, "Here we go again! Ugh! I just can't do anything with you."

Professor Zhang took out an outfit his wife used to wear when lecturing from the closet. It was a formal university lecturer's gown made of high-quality fabric. I quickly changed into it, and then Professor Zhang instructed me to style my hair as much as possible like his wife's, including the stockings and high heels—all of which were hers. Then I put on his wife's glasses, and in the mirror, I instantly transformed into a university lecturer. Professor Zhang then took out a manuscript from his study; this was probably something his wife often used in her lectures.

After we were ready, the professor and I moved a chair and a table into the bathroom…

His bathroom was large and well-equipped. I sat in the chair, and in front of me was a table with a high-end small video camera on it—the kind used in homes. Professor Zhang looked at me excitedly. I straightened my posture and began reading the manuscript in my hands: “The reform of the market economy is an important part of the primary stage of socialism in our country… We must unswervingly… China must build a society with Chinese characteristics…”

The way Professor Zhang looked at me made it seem as if I had become his old woman.

While I was reading the manuscript, Professor Zhang stood to my side, constantly fiddling with his penis. Suddenly, Professor Zhang let out a soft “Oh!” and his penis stiffened, then with a “whoosh!” spurted out a stream of yellow urine! Yes! It was indeed a stream of hot urine.

Professor Zhang's urination technique was quite unique. His urine was hot and sprayed with great force, the torrent of urine hitting my face, hair, glasses, and mouth. I couldn't dodge; I acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to read aloud the manuscript in my hands with a serious expression and solemnity.

Professor Zhang excitedly urinated, trying to direct the urine towards my slightly open mouth. As I opened my mouth to read, a stream of hot urine sprayed in, and I swallowed it as I read: "China's current economic level... glug... is still in the world... glug... We must... glug..."

Professor Zhang shouted perversely as he urinated: "You old hag! I'll teach you to curse me! I'll teach you to hit me! I'll piss you to death! I'll drown you!"

After the stream of hot urine, my hair and clothes were soaked with urine.

(Continued) The perverse scene made me dizzy. Although I had experienced it twice before—the first time I vomited, the second time I fainted—this time I managed to hold on.

Professor Zhang yanked me up from the chair. I don't know where this bloated old man suddenly got such strength; he pulled me to one side. He dragged me to the toilet, grabbed my neck, and forcefully pushed my head down into the toilet. I struggled for a moment, letting him shove my head into the toilet.

With one hand holding my head down, Professor Zhang quickly tore off my pantyhose with the other. I kept swaying my plump buttocks, resisting in a coquettish manner. Based on the knowledge I learned during company training and my experience serving Professor Zhang these past few times, the more I resisted, the more lewd and passionate the atmosphere would be.

Sure enough, Professor Zhang practically ripped my pantyhose off, violently inserting his fingers into my anus and thrusting wildly. My head emitted muffled groans in the toilet: "Oh! Ah! No! Ah!"

Professor Zhang pulled out his fingers and quickly inserted his hard penis into my anus, fucking me hard. "Oh! Good! Good anus! Tight!..."

Professor Zhang fucked passionately while pressing my head down even harder. My face was almost pressed against the bottom of the toilet, and I was powerless to do anything but let out coquettish moans: "Ah!...Professor...No!...Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The last three moans came as Professor Zhang thrust in forcefully. Although Professor Zhang's penis wasn't long, it was thick! I felt as if my anus had expanded three times its size, like a wine bottle had been shoved inside!

My moans accelerated Professor Zhang's orgasm and ejaculation. 'Slap slap slap slap!' Professor Zhang suddenly collapsed onto my back after a series of vigorous thrusts, his penis rapidly contracting and expanding in my anus. 'Pfft pfft pfft!' Hot semen shot out violently! ...

After the passion subsided, Professor Zhang sat on the bathroom floor, panting heavily. I also lay sideways next to the toilet, thick white semen continuously flowing from my anus. Mixed with the urine all over my body, my body emitted a strange smell.

I stood up to take off my clothes and shower when Professor Zhang said to me, "Hey, help me up."

I staggered over and helped Professor Zhang up from the ground. I looked at his now limp penis; the slight stickiness made him uncomfortable. Without giving me a chance to explain, Professor Zhang pushed me down and shoved his penis directly into my mouth. I patiently cleaned his penis. ...

Suddenly! The door outside seemed to rattle!

Professor Zhang and I both stopped in shock. The air in the bathroom seemed to freeze; even breathing stopped!

Just a few seconds later, the building door opened with the clanging of keys!

A woman's voice rang out: "Old Zhang! Come out for a moment and bring my luggage in."

Professor Zhang's face seemed to freeze; he stood there dumbfounded, and he had wet his pants!

Ignoring the urine spraying onto Professor Zhang's face, I hurriedly stood up and whispered, "Who! Who is it! Professor! Professor! Please get out!"

I pushed him several times before Professor Zhang seemed to snap out of his daze, his face contorted with grief as he whispered, "It's over! I... I'm not going to live!"

Before he could finish, a woman's voice outside suddenly shrilled, "Old Zhang! Where the hell have you been! Come out and help me with my luggage!"

I quickly pushed Professor Zhang out of the bathroom. Then I closed the door and nervously listened to the commotion outside.

That useless old man! He completely broke down the moment he saw his wife. I heard a 'thud' outside, as if Professor Zhang had knelt down before his wife, followed by her surprise, questioning, interrogation, and anger! A chaotic mess.

'Bang!' The bathroom door was kicked open forcefully! A middle-aged woman stood before me.

Her fair face was flushed red with anger and jealousy, her gold-rimmed glasses sat askew, her teeth were grinding, and her hair, piled up, almost stood on end—truly terrifying! Poor Professor Zhang knelt on the ground, clutching her feet and crying like a child.

The woman saw me, paused for a moment, then glared angrily at my clothes, turning back to Professor Zhang and yelling viciously, "Fine...fine! You...you dare let this piece of trash wear my clothes! I...I'll kick you to death!"

With that, her black high heels flashed, and with a 'smack,' she kicked Professor Zhang squarely in the cheek, instantly giving him a 'face full of bruises'! Professor Zhang screamed and fainted on the spot!

Immediately afterward, the woman lunged at me, grabbed my hair, and before I could react, slapped me twice across the face—'smack! smack!' I managed to break free, but the woman yelled, "I don't want to live anymore! You bitch! I'll fight you to the death!"

Then she continued to hit and kick me.

At first, I tried to explain to her, but this woman was too crazy. Several slaps made my vision blur, she grabbed my breast and pinched it hard, kicking wildly, hitting my genitals. I cried out in pain, "Ouch! Ah! Ah! Ouch!"

Forced into a corner, I started fighting back, and the two of us were instantly locked in a brawl. I pulled her hair, she pinched my breasts, I twisted her ass, she kicked my genitals. We rolled from the bathroom to the kitchen, then from the kitchen to the living room. Perhaps because I was in the wrong, she even straddled my chest! The woman yelled fiercely, "I'll kill you! You filthy bitch! You whore! You slut! You're fucked by thousands! You slut!"

With each scream, I was slapped hard across the face.

I struggled, yelling, "Ah! Help! Ah! Help! Ah!"

Suddenly, a hand holding a bottle appeared behind the woman. A flash of light, and 'thud!'—it hit her squarely on the back of the head. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed to the side. Professor Zhang stood in the hall, his face covered in blood, the bottle in his hand 'smash!' on the floor.

I scrambled to my feet, not caring about anything else, ran to my room, grabbed my clothes, and ran out! I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible; it was too terrifying! ...

Back home, I locked the door and finally let out a long sigh of relief, only then realizing the pain—pain all over my body. ...

My vagina and breasts were swollen, and I couldn't get up for days. My buttocks were scratched, and my arms and back were injured. I couldn't work for the time being.

The company was really good; they brought in a doctor to treat me. The only thing I felt lucky about was that my face wasn't injured at all. As long as I wasn't disfigured, I could still have a chance to work. Perhaps that's why the company valued me.

I heard from people at the company that Professor Zhang miraculously survived being beaten to death by his wife. He's been admitted to the hospital, and his wife has called the police, but the police have been interrogating her for several days instead...

It was a late autumn night.

The room was brightly lit, and a handsome man's penis was going in and out of my anus. I couldn't moan because I was sucking another man's penis in my mouth. His penis was also handsome, long and thick, with a large glans that gleamed from its swelling. I kissed the cleft on the glans, making a squelching sound. The man I was sucking groaned comfortably: "Oh! So good! Ah!"

The man behind me chuckled and said, "Xiao Zhang, how's it? Pretty good, right?"

Xiao Zhang panted and said, "I didn't expect you to actually find someone!... Ah!... So good! Brother Li, you... Oh!"

Brother Li laughed and said, "I told you to come with me a long time ago, but you were pretending. Now you know what it means to be satisfied, right? Come on! Come here and give her a handjob. This slut loves it when someone gives her anal sex!"

Xiao Zhang flipped over and stood up, and Brother Li took his place. I laughed and said to Brother Li, "You're so annoying! What are you saying? Who likes anal sex? It's always you who..."

Before I could finish speaking, Brother Li eagerly shoved his penis into my mouth.

Xiao Zhang walked behind me, gave my buttocks two hard kisses, and said with satisfaction, "So fat! So fragrant! So good!"

After saying that, he spread my buttocks, aimed, and thrust hard. With a "squeak," his penis went in. "Mmm..."

I groaned as I sucked on Brother Li's penis.

Xiao Zhang put his hands on my shoulders, straightened my position, and smiled at me, saying, "Hey! Bitch, I'm going to fuck you now?"

I gently wiggled my buttocks, and Xiao Zhang laughed, saying, "So slutty! Oh! You're urging me on! Okay! I'll give you a high-powered shot!"

After saying that, Xiao Zhang first slowly inserted his penis, then slowly pulled it out, then inserted it again, then pulled it out again, gradually increasing the speed. "Squeak, squeak, squeak," accompanied by Xiao Zhang's thrusting, my buttocks sang a joyful song, "slap slap slap slap!" Xiao Zhang's penis balls slapped against my thigh.

I sucked on Brother Li's penis even more vigorously. Brother Li watched with delight as my little mouth swallowed and released his penis, and said to Xiao Zhang, "Xiao Zhang, I'll show you something new!"

After saying that, Brother Li curled up his legs, spread his buttocks with his hands, and a dark anus appeared in front of me. Brother Li said to me, "Come on! Lick it!"

I immediately pressed my little mouth to it...

Xiao Zhang, while fucking, stared at me with wide eyes, and suddenly shouted excitedly, "Oh!"

His penis ejaculated into my anus! With each ejaculation, Xiao Zhang cried out, and I groaned along with him. Only after Xiao Zhang's penis shrank was it squeezed out of my anus. As soon as his penis was squeezed out, white semen flowed out of his anus. Xiao Zhang let out a long, comfortable breath and sat down to the side.

Seeing that Xiao Zhang had ejaculated, Brother Li mocked, "You've been bragging for so long, and that's all? What a coward! Learn from your Brother Li! What's prostitution?"

Brother Li lowered his legs, put on a condom, and I lay on the bed laughing, saying, "Brother Li, I'm still young. Who's like you, coming here every few days like it's a job?"

Brother Li laughed too, saying, "Alright, you slut, I'm not going to teach you a lesson, but you're digging up my secrets! Watch my golden gun kill you today!"

With that, Brother Li lifted my legs, and his penis immediately thrust into my vagina, and he began to fuck me vigorously.

The room was filled with laughter, shouts, moans, and sounds of lovemaking…

This was my life, a thoroughly decadent, inhuman, lustful life…

Perhaps women who do this have their own reasons for being different from others, but their purpose is the same: to live. (10-08,
Chapter 98: Sexual Intercourse Sisters

Fangli and Fangping are biological sisters; Fangli was born one day earlier than Fangping.) The two sisters were renowned beauties at Zhenhua Machinery Factory. Although they were over 35, their mature and alluring femininity was unmatched by any of the younger girls! Neither sister was married. Some said they were lesbians, others said they were narcissists! There were all sorts of rumors.

In fact, both sisters were already taken, but no one knew. Their shared husbands were the four factory directors and deputy directors of Zhenhua Machinery Factory! The director was Sun Yu, the first deputy director was Li Tong, the second deputy director was Zhang Niu, and the third deputy director was Huang Li. In their spare time, the two sisters would even play a sexual game called "sticking pancakes" with Chen Meina, the head of the accounting department.

One day, Fangli was working in the workshop when Chen Meina suddenly came in and whispered in Fangli's ear, "Come to my office to collect your allowance during your lunch break."

Fangli nodded in agreement.

At noon, Fangli ate lunch early and, seeing everyone else resting, quietly went to Chen Meina's office. Although Chen Meina was already 40 years old, she was very well-maintained, with large breasts, a plump bottom, a slender waist, and a pretty face. Today, Chen Meina specially wore a suit, brownish-red, with black pantyhose, white high heels, long wavy hair, and gold-rimmed glasses, making her look like a cultured person at first glance.

When Chen Meina saw Fang Li arrive, she quickly stood up from her chair and greeted her with a smile, "Sister, you've finally arrived!"

Fang Li locked the door and whispered, "We don't have much time at noon, let's play quickly."

Chen Meina agreed and took out a specially made double-headed dildo from the drawer. This dildo was made of special rubber, very flexible, and the two penis heads at both ends were lifelike and particularly large, like two small eggs!

Chen Meina took out the dildo and put one of the large glans into her mouth and sucked on it. Fang Li knew that these two large glans were always inserted into her anus and had never been cleaned!

Before each play, they would clean and moisten it with their mouths. Seeing Chen Meina already sucking on it, Fangli, not to be outdone, picked up another large glans and sucked on it too. The two beauties stood facing each other, each sucking on a large glans.

After a while, Chen Meina felt she had satisfied her oral craving, so she quickly spat fragrant saliva onto the glans, then turned around, bent over, lifted her short skirt, and pulled down her black pantyhose, revealing a large, white, and plump buttock.

Chen Meina first slapped her buttocks a couple of times to warm herself up, then, in front of Fangli, spread her buttocks, revealing a fleshy little anus. She pressed the large glans against her anus and with a slight push, there was a "plop" sound—the entire large glans was inserted into her anus!

Fangli, holding the other end in her mouth, watched Chen Meina. Seeing that Chen Meina had already inserted the glans into her anus, she hurriedly turned around, pulled down her work pants, spread her buttocks, revealing a black anus, and with a forceful push, also inserted the glans.

The two women, buttocks facing each other, connected by a rubber rod, retreated until their large buttocks were pressed together! This was called "sticking together." Each woman had half a rubber rod inside her anus, and just as they were pressed together, they immediately moved forward, then pressed together again, then separated again.

The two beauties moaned to each other: "Oh!...Oh!...My anus is so numb!...Meina! Meina!...Fuck my anus! Ah!...Oh!...Fangli, sister! Oh! Oh! Press harder!...Press your buttocks together!...Ah! Oh!...Ah! Oh!..."

The two women were in the middle of their battle when suddenly a man entered from outside the door. The two women looked and saw that it was Sun Yu! It turned out there was a closed-circuit television in Sun Yu's office, specifically monitoring Chen Meina's office. Sun Yu could "observe live" whenever Chen Meina, Fangli, and Fangping played "sticky rice cakes." Sun Yu secretly entered Chen Meina's office. Fangli and Chen Meina, seeing him, didn't greet him and continued playing their own game. Sun Yu didn't say anything, hurriedly pulling down his pants, revealing his already erect penis.

Sun Yu's penis was quite distinctive; the base was incredibly thick, tapering towards the top, but the head was the size of an egg! Once erect, it looked like a weapon, hard and frightening! Sun Yu, with his erect penis, approached Chen Meina. Although Chen Meina was taller and stronger than Sun Yu, upon seeing his large penis, she immediately knelt down, even forgetting the rubber rod in her anus.

Sun Yu said to Fangli, "Let's do it the old way. You serve me today."

Fangli agreed and immediately pulled the rubber rod out of her anus. Then, Fang Li went to Chen Meina's desk, opened a drawer, and took out a pair of stockings and a small plastic clip.

Fang Li went behind Chen Meina and used the stockings to tie Chen Meina's hands together. Then, she used the plastic clip to clamp Chen Meina's nose, forcing her to open her mouth to breathe. Sun Yu adjusted his large penis and inserted it into Chen Meina's mouth. Fang Li then knelt behind Sun Yu, first spreading his buttocks to reveal a dark, smelly anus.

Fang Li licked Sun Yu's anus, then gently pushed his buttocks with her small hand, causing his large penis to thrust in and out of Chen Meina's mouth. The thick head of his penis pressed against Chen Meina's throat, making it impossible for her to vomit or scream. She could only obediently kneel on the ground, mouth open, and endure the penetration!

Sun Yu thrust his penis in and out forcefully, the glistening tip covered in Chen Meina's fragrant saliva.

After playing for a while, Sun Yu and Fang Li lifted Chen Meina onto the desk, exposing her vulva. Chen Meina's vulva was quite unique; it had no pubic hair whatsoever, resembling a large, rounded bun, and her pink vulva was already dripping with lustful fluid! Sun Yu rubbed the head of his penis against her vulva, and Chen Meina screamed, "Quick! Put it in! Oh! It's so itchy!"

Sun Yu lewdly thrust the head of his penis into Chen Meina's vulva with a "plop!"

Chen Meina finally let out a comfortable moan. While vigorously fucking Chen Meina's vulva, Sun Yu turned to Fang Li and said, "You...you lick...lick Meina's feet!"

Fang Li agreed and took off Chen Meina's high heels, revealing a foot clad in black pantyhose. As soon as the shoe was off, Fang Li smelled a stench of stinky feet! Fangli said to Chen Meina, "Sister Meina! How long has it been since you washed your feet! They smell so bad!"

Chen Meina, while being fucked, laughed lewdly and said, "I haven't washed my feet for over a month!... Just so you could lick them for me!... Haha."

Because Chen Meina's nose was clipped shut with a plastic clip, her voice sounded strange. Fangli chuckled when she heard Chen Meina's words, but said nothing, and picked up one of Chen Meina's smelly feet and began licking it!

Sun Yu, while fucking Chen Meina, watched the beautiful Fangli licking Chen Meina's smelly feet, feeling secretly pleased.

Fangli put each of Chen Meina's toes into her mouth and sucked them clean until they were completely gone! Sun Yu's large penis head scraped hard against Chen Meina's vagina, causing her to climax repeatedly. She began to ramble incoherently: "Dear Ancestor!...Oh! My dear Ancestor!...My cunt feels so good! Ah! Ah! So good! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!...I'm so horny!...Oh! Dear Daddy! Grandpa Sun!...Oh! Fuck me to death!...Oh! Ah!...Ah!" With

a final moan, Chen Meina reached her climax. She felt a heat in her vagina, kicked her legs, and a gush of hot vaginal fluid shot out! Although Sun Yu brought Chen Meina to orgasm, he himself was merely warming up. Therefore, Sun Yu completely ignored Chen Meina's climax and continued thrusting. After five consecutive orgasms, Chen Meina was nearly exhausted, moaning and begging for mercy: "Dear Ancestor...Dear Father! Stop!...Oh! Oh!...I'm going to die! Daddy!"

Sun Yu finally felt a bit better, saying while thrusting, "You think you can just stop? I haven't even ejaculated yet!...Oh!...What do you say we do?"

Chen Meina pleaded, "Dear Father!...Can't I let this slut lick your asshole?...Ancestor!...Ah! Ah! Stop!...I'll lick your asshole! Oh!..."

At this moment, Fang Li had already licked Chen Meina's two stinky feet clean and casually agreed, "Factory Manager, come and fuck me, don't fuck Meina anymore."

Sun Yu angrily retorted, "Bullshit! I just want to play with her today! You fucking get out of here!"

Fang Li dared not speak again.

Sun Yu pulled out his large penis and started stroking it with his hand. Then, pulling Chen Meina's long hair, he led her to the sofa. Sun Yu sat on the sofa, raising his legs high, vigorously stroking his penis while spreading his anus and saying to Chen Meina, "Lick!"

Chen Meina immediately knelt down and began licking Sun Yu's anus. Sun Yu hummed comfortably, urging Chen Meina to lick faster while stroking his penis.

Suddenly, Sun Yu flipped over and stood up from the sofa, pressing Chen Meina's head down. He thrust his penis into her mouth twice, yelling "Oh!" and

stroking his penis tightly with both hands, thick streams of semen gushing from the head! The golden semen shot into Chen Meina's open mouth! Chen Meina swallowed it all, not daring to waste a drop.

Only when Sun Yu squeezed out the last bit of semen did he let out a long sigh and collapse onto the sofa.

After the midday escapade, at the factory leadership's routine afternoon meeting, Sun Yu approved giving Chen Meina and Fang Li a one-level raise in their wages, and the two women left happily.

(End of text)

Chapter 99: Rape of a Friend's

Girlfriend Who Was Spied On. I am a freelancer, and my roommates often envy my relaxed and unrestrained work. In reality, I am just an office worker who doesn't need to clock in. Since my workplace is my little home, I have far fewer opportunities to interact with the outside world, especially with the opposite sex. Most of my interactions are with women I fantasize about through online chat rooms.

One weekend, my college roommate and I were glued to the TV, drinking beer and watching Major League Baseball with great enthusiasm. His girlfriend, Yongqi, came into the living room after showering, wearing only a thin white top and shorts, and leaned against Xiaosong, drying her long, wet hair with a large towel. Completely absorbed in the duel between Ichiro Suzuki and the power pitcher, I had no other thoughts, only hoping the Mariners would defeat their formidable opponent. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned, and they lost to the Yankees' legendary closer… Back in my room, I went online and browsed through erotic novels, searching for one arousing image after another of nude women. Young girls displayed their fair, delicate bodies, while mature, alluring women posed provocatively in various sexual positions, fueling my lust and making my penis gradually hard. I pulled out a pornographic DVD from the drawer, ready to unleash my surging lust with my own two hands. Since breaking up with my girlfriend, this had become my only outlet. I smeared lubricant on my palms, gripped my thick penis, and vigorously thrust it up and down, staring at the passionate intercourse between the man and woman on the screen. The woman's seductive moans filled my headphones. I closed my eyes, and passionate images of my past sex with my girlfriend flashed through my mind.

But suddenly, Yongqi's beautiful face flashed through my mind, and I abruptly stopped thrusting. How could I be fantasizing about her? I recalled Yongqi's captivating figure with a puzzled look: long, glossy black hair, snow-white skin, full and alluring breasts, a slender waist, rounded buttocks, long, smooth legs… I fantasized repeatedly, and unconsciously, my erect penis began to thrust again in my palm. Suddenly, a thought struck me: what were Xiaosong and Yongqi doing now? I put on my shorts and tiptoed to their door. There was no light coming through the crack in the door; were they asleep? I pressed my ear to the door, and faintly heard Yongqi's moans of pleasure!

I couldn't resist Yongqi's intoxicating cries. I pressed my ear tightly against the door, imagining Xiaosong's strong body pressing down on the delicate Yongqi, wildly and roughly violating and ravaging her. I started masturbating, fantasizing that I was the one on top of Yongqi. I spread her smooth legs, my erect penis pressed against her wet, tender vulva, my hands roughly kneading her full, white breasts, while my mouth tasted her smooth tongue. Then, with a thrust of my hips, my thick, hard penis mercilessly plunged into her tight little hole, entering and exiting her mysterious private parts without any tenderness. Yongqi kept letting out pleasurable moans, biting her lower lip, trying to suppress her overly wanton moans. I gazed at her blushing, shy face, like a wild beast eyeing a lamb to the slaughter. Yongqi bent her legs and wrapped them around my waist, her arms limply draped over my shoulders. I then stirred my thick penis, greedily seizing the girl's nectar... Then, amidst my fantasies and Yongqi's real moans, my penis ejaculated a thick stream of semen... After this experience, I paid even closer attention to Yongqi's every move. Sometimes, when she bent over, I would steal glances at her full breasts peeking out from her neckline, or admire her round, pert buttocks from behind. And then, whenever I felt a surge of desire, Yongqi became the object of my fantasies. Occasionally, after lights out at night, I would sneak outside their room to eavesdrop on whether they were making love again. But gradually, I lost interest in listening to Yongqi's seductive moans through the door. I thought it would be even better if I could see her.

Aren't there often videos online of people secretly filming sex in hotels or engaging in car sex in the wild? I quickly realized that sneaking into their room to spy on them making love was impossible. Lust is truly uncontrollable, so I hurriedly searched online for information on various hidden camera and spy equipment, and then bought a set at a specialty store. Although it stung when I swiped my card, the thought of being able to peek at Yongqi's alluring body and her fiery passion made a smile involuntarily creep

onto my face. That night, I stayed in my room, marveling at the wonders of technology! Yongqi, wearing a thin silk nightgown, sat in front of her vanity, combing her dark hair. Her half-dry, half-wet hair made her already beautiful face even more captivating. Xiaosong, shirtless, walked towards her, placed his hands on Peizhen's fragrant shoulders, and bent down to teasingly kiss her fair cheek. "...You're so beautiful..." Xiaosong said between kisses. "What do you want to do now..." Yongqi asked with a smile. "Do that...Seeing you so beautiful, I can't help but want it..." Xiaosong's hands began to roam freely over Yongqi's smooth forearms. "No... I just took a shower... I'll be all sweaty again..." Yongqi gently pushed away Xiaosong's hand that was sliding towards her breast. "Okay... we can shower together later if you're sweaty..." Xiaosong didn't wait for Yongqi's reply, and kissed her cherry lips deeply, not letting her say no. Yongqi turned her head, and their lips met, their tongues intertwined. The two moved to the bed while kissing. Yongqi lay down, her arms around Xiaosong's neck. Xiaosong tasted Yongqi's soft tongue, while his other hand slid from her abdomen to her full breasts. Xiaosong's kisses went down from her lips to Yongqi's jade neck, his fingers pulling down the straps of her clothes on her shoulders, pulling down her nightgown. Yongqi's snow-white, round breasts popped out, her right breast was greedily sucked by Xiaosong, while her left breast fell into Xiaosong's hands and was kneaded. Xiao Song skillfully licked her tender nipples with his tongue, while his right hand slowly slid from inside her pajamas towards her alluring private parts, exploring Yongqi's delicate honey hole through her panties.

Under the teasing, Yongqi began to let out soft moans. Xiao Song heard her breathing grow heavier, and her panties were soaked with the honeyed fluid flowing out. He then removed all of Yongqi's clothes, spread her legs, and buried his head between them. He licked her labia with his tongue, and honeyed fluid continued to flow from her vagina. Yongqi gently pushed his head away with her hands, and her soft moans gradually turned into joyful groans.

"Give it to me... um... I can't take it anymore..." Yongqi pleaded coquettishly. Xiao Song took off his shorts, lifted his thick penis, and rubbed it against the entrance of Yongqi's honey hole. With a thrust of his waist, he inserted his entire penis into her flower. Accompanied by Yongqi's panting and wanton moans, his penis rubbed her warm vagina even harder. After a series of intense thrusts, Xiao Song picked up Yongqi and held her plump buttocks with both hands. I watched as Yongqi swayed her slender waist, her plump hips engulfing Xiaosong's penis, her snow-white breasts bobbing up and down... On the other end of the pinhole, I couldn't bear the erotic scene any longer and began masturbating in the room. Then, after they reached their climax, I closed my eyes, imagining Yongqi's wanton moans and body, and quickly reached my own climax... In the days that followed, my desires were unleashed in scenes of fiery passion. Occasionally, I thought to myself that such spying was not the behavior of a friend, and warned myself not to repeat it. I even considered removing the pinhole, but whenever I thought of Yongqi's beautiful figure, her lovely face, and her sensual moans, I indulged my desires again and again, and the story repeated itself... Finally, my unrestrained lust led to a mistake.

For those three days, Xiaosong went south to negotiate an important business deal. At first, because Xiaosong wasn't there, I naturally couldn't see their intimate moments. I could only admire Yongqi's alluring body while she changed clothes. The second night, I was idly flipping through channels in the living room when a video of a man and woman having sex appeared. The man's hips moved like a motor, his penis rapidly thrusting in and out of her vagina, while the woman lay softly on the bed, letting him indulge in his desires. Waves of lust surrounded their carnal passion... My eyes were fixed on the couple on screen, but I could hear the sound of running water from the bathroom. Was Yongqi taking a shower? I asked myself. I got up and went to the bathroom, but the small louvered doors on the door made it impossible to see anything. I could only listen intently, imagining myself as the water flowing over every inch of her delicate skin... The water suddenly stopped, and I quickly returned to the sofa in the living room to watch TV. A little while later, Yongqi, her long hair tied up and wearing only a large white bath towel, came back to her room. I quietly slipped back into my room and peered through a pinhole at Yongqi's curvaceous body. I watched as she took out lotion and began applying it to her snow-white legs. I stared intently at her slender hands as she smeared the lotion across her long, white legs. Then she removed the only towel she was wearing, revealing her full, round breasts swaying in front of her. Her small hands, covered in lotion, gently glided over her breasts, massaging them softly from bottom to top. "Such breasts must be so smooth and delicate," I thought. "How wonderful it would be to hold them in my hands and suckle them passionately!" She knelt on the bed, her small hands sliding from her flat stomach to her round, firm buttocks. An impulse nearly made me burst out of the room and into her bedroom. Admiring the naked Yongqi, I began to masturbate, and soon my hands were covered in semen.

Shortly after applying lotion, Yongqi went to the living room. I also went to the bathroom to shower, hoping to quell my burning desire with cold water. Little did I know that the mistake began the moment I stepped into the bathroom. I took off my clothes and tossed them into the basket, only to find Yongqi's bra and panties in another basket. I hadn't paid much attention since her and Xiaosong's clothes were usually kept together, but today only hers remained. I held the lace bra, imagining her full breasts swaying in my hands, and picked up the thin panties, fantasizing about the mysterious private parts encased in that small triangle of fabric. After a while, I put down Yongqi's most intimate undergarments and quickly finished showering. Reluctantly, I picked up the panties again, lost in my fantasies. My desire intensified, and I perversely sniffed the panties, imagining the faint scent as the aroma of Yongqi's vagina. I could almost see Yongqi's private parts right before my eyes; my desire was no longer under control… I walked into the living room, where Yongqi was leaning back on the sofa watching a Japanese drama. My eyes were glued to her tempting body, and in fact, I was about to commit a crime! I approached her, sat down next to her, and kissed her when she was completely unprepared. "Xiaobang! What are you doing..." she asked, somewhat taken aback. She reached out to push me away. I didn't answer, but simply held down her soft little hand and continued to kiss her. "Don't do this, Xiaobang! You can't do this..." she said, looking down and trying to avoid me. "Okay... Yongqi... I like you too... I'll just kiss you once..." I said, kissing her full breasts.

She kept pulling back, not letting me touch her breasts. I used both gentle and forceful kisses to get a kiss on her small mouth. She kept her lips tightly closed, not letting my tongue enter. Already overwhelmed by lust, I reached out and pinched her breast hard. She let out a soft moan and her small mouth opened slightly, and my tongue took the opportunity to slip into her mouth. Then her body gradually stopped writhing, her hands stopped exerting force, and her fragrant tongue slowly wrapped around my mouth. I tasted her smooth little tongue in my mouth, and my palms slowly slid down to her full breasts. "Mmm...no..." She reached out and gently pushed my arm away, but couldn't push it off. I grasped her full breasts and gently kneaded them, and Yongqi arched her back slightly, letting out a soft moan. I became bolder and reached inside her clothes to caress her, the smooth and tender touch of her breasts stimulating my nerves like an electric shock. I kissed every inch of her face, gently licking her earlobe. I heard her breathing become heavier, and my lips moved from her jade neck to her chest. I pulled up her top, lifted her camisole, and a pair of snow-white, full breasts bounced before my eyes. I grasped her breasts with both hands and brazenly sucked on her cherry-like nipples. I gripped her breasts tightly in my hands, kneading and licking them, sucking and gently biting her nipples. Yongqi couldn't resist the stimulation and let out a shy moan. "Mmm...stop...Xiaobang...we can't go on...mmm...stop..." "Okay...Peizhen...just once...please...give it to me...Yongqi..." I coaxed and pleaded. She didn't speak again, only panting softly. I reached out and stroked her thighs, then her waist, and then slid down her back, gently caressing the end of her buttocks through her shorts. She arched her back, her buttocks lifting slightly off the sofa. My hand slid into her buttocks. Her thin panties were already soaked with sweat; I knew she was also aroused. I withdrew my hand from her buttocks and ran my fingers back and forth along the inside of her thighs. Yongqi kept wriggling her legs, trying to get away. I moved my lips, which had been ravaging her breasts, to her flat stomach, pulling down her shorts to reveal her alluring panties. The thin fabric couldn't conceal Yongqi's seductive allure. I slowly kissed my way down her stomach, teasing her plump labia through her panties with my fingers.

"Mmm...mmm..." Yongqi's moans grew louder and more seductive. I pulled down the panties that concealed Yongqi's mysterious private parts, burying my head between her legs, savoring the tender vulva. "Mmm..." Yongqi squeezed her legs together under the stimulation. I spread her legs apart and probed her honey pot with my tongue, licking the nectar. Yongqi was powerless to resist, only able to sway her hips to alleviate the stimulation from her honey pot. I wanted her, but I wanted her to beg me. I sucked on her white and tender breasts again, my middle finger probing into her warm honey pot, my four fingers caressing her moist and reddened labia.

"Ah... um... um... give it to me... quick..." Yongqi finally couldn't take the teasing anymore. "Xiaobang... I can't take it anymore... come quickly... um..." I took off my clothes, and my penis was already rock hard against Yongqi's alluring body. I sat on the sofa, and Yongqi immediately grasped my thick penis and aimed it at her wet honey hole. Her snow-white buttocks slowly swallowed my penis. "Oh..." Yongqi let out a wanton cry the moment I penetrated her. I felt my penis being tightly enveloped by her warm honey hole, and the pleasure rushed to my head. I stroked Yongqi's smooth back with one hand and stimulated her buttocks with the other. I buried my face in her full, tender breasts, and my hard penis thrust in and out of her honey hole in response to her twisting movements.

Yongqi rested her head on my shoulder, and her enchanting moans were right next to my ear. "Mmm...mmm...mmm...oh...mmm...ah..." She swayed her slender waist, her plump buttocks swallowing and releasing the thick penis. "Oh...Yongqi...you're so good...your pussy is so tight..." I couldn't help but praise her. Yongqi moaned with pleasure, her waist swaying even more violently.

I laid her flat on the sofa, lifting her long legs and pressing them against her chest. My penis continued to invade her honey-filled pussy, like a ferocious beast ravaging a weak lamb. "Mmm...oh...so good...Xiaobang...this feels so good...oh..." Yongqi's moans echoed in the living room. I lifted my waist and thrust my hips, quickly pumping my erect penis into her pussy. "Ah...I can't take it anymore...oh...so good..." Yongqi bit her lower lip and moaned incessantly. "No, hold back... wait for me to go together..." "I can't... um... ah... ah..." Yongqi groaned loudly, and then a stream of hot vaginal fluid sprayed onto my glans.

But I had just masturbated while staring at Yongqi's naked body not long ago, so I didn't ejaculate so quickly this time. I picked up Yongqi and made her kneel on the sofa, my hands pressing on her slender waist. Her round and perky white buttocks were like peaches sticking out in front of me. I grasped my still erect penis and inserted it straight into her buttocks. "Oh..." Yongqi groaned intensely, not hiding her pleasure. "Ah... um... slower... oh..." I watched my magnificent penis go in and out of Yongqi's pink buttocks, my animalistic desires raging, and all I could think about was her seductive moans and the ecstasy transmitted from my glans and penis. I wanted to conquer her, to make her delicate body submit to my magnificent, erect penis. I violently thrust into the depths of her honeyed depths, her body struggling to escape my brutal violation. I reached forward and grasped her two swaying breasts, pulling them back, then plunged my penis deep into her tender, helpless honeyed depths, punishing her for her desire to escape.

"Ah...ah...um...gentle...slower...oh..." Her pleading moans only intensified the bestiality within me. "Is it comfortable..." My engorged penis violently pumped into her tight honeyed depths. "Um...oh...so good...I'm dying...um..." Yongqi was powerless to resist my overwhelming, persistent onslaught, her delicate body slumped onto the sofa. "Just a little longer... Yongqi... quick... again..." I lifted her slender waist, raising her buttocks high, watching my penis thrust desperately between her peach-like vulva, seeking the final climax, and then, in the throes of pleasure, ejaculating deep into Yongqi's honeypot...

Chapter 100: Letting My Wife Be Spied On

Someone was peeping at my wife, and I felt a little excited, wanting him to see even more. My wife was sleeping with her back to the window, so I pulled her panties down to her buttocks, exposing them completely. The bed and window were only a meter or so apart. As soon as her buttocks were exposed, I heard faint breathing sounds outside; he was probably masturbating! I looked at my wife again. Actually, my wife has a really nice body—snow-white, with full buttocks and thighs. That guy was lucky to have such a good look, hehe! The next night, my wife went to bed early again, and I secretly saw that guy peeking out again. My wife was sleeping on her back this time, so I pulled her panties down again, revealing her dark pubic hair. But the panties kept bouncing back up, so I slowly pulled them down to her knees, exposing all her pubic hair. That guy's eyes must have popped out of their sockets. I covered my legs with a towel, watching my wife while masturbating, the thought of someone watching made it even more exciting. Then, without further ado, I pulled my wife's t-shirt up over her head and stripped her underwear off completely, leaving her naked so that guy could see her all he wanted. After all, we were at home; he wouldn't dare do this in public. My wife was completely naked, her breasts, pubic hair, and buttocks all exposed. She kept turning over, her breasts and buttocks shifting, so the guy could see her breasts and pubic hair from the front, and her back and buttocks from behind when she turned over. When he saw her back, I deliberately spread her thighs a little so he could see her pubic hair and vulva from behind. While thinking about someone peeping at my wife, I excitedly touched her buttocks and breasts. When she lay on her back, I spread her thighs wide, prying open her vulva to reveal the tender flesh inside. I didn't turn off the lights all night; let him see to his heart's content! My wife complained in the morning that I had taken off her clothes and was afraid he would see. I told her he was asleep and definitely wouldn't see, and she didn't pursue the matter further. Later, every night I would often take my wife's clothes off while she was asleep, ignoring her and letting him watch. Each time, I would masturbate and ejaculate; it felt very stimulating, even more so than sex. After another two weeks, I got bored and decided to let that guy sleep with my wife, perhaps for even greater excitement. One afternoon, when my wife and I were getting ready for a nap, that guy was still at the shop. I said, "His bed on the balcony is very cool; why don't you go sleep there?"

My wife thought it made sense and went to sleep on his bed on the balcony. While my wife was asleep, I secretly took off her underwear and pulled her tank top up to her neck, leaving her naked on the balcony. The midday sun made her skin appear incredibly white, and the pubic hair between her thighs looked exceptionally dark—truly sexy and alluring. I went back to my room, closed the door, opened the curtains a crack, took out my handheld camera, and waited for him to return. A while later, the guy returned. Not noticing anything unusual, assuming no one was home, he went straight to the balcony. As soon as he reached the balcony, his eyes widened. My wife was lying on her back, legs spread wide, her snow-white skin dazzling in the sunlight. Between her thighs was dark pubic hair, and the pink vulva was clearly visible. He hadn't expected such a sight, and his penis instantly became erect. He slowly walked to the bedside, panting, and looked at my wife again. I had turned on the video camera inside, recording the entire scene. He reached into his pants and touched his penis, while the other hand rested on my wife's breasts. My wife was sleeping soundly and didn't move, so he gently touched her breasts, then the other, even pinching her nipples, which slowly hardened. Seeing that my wife didn't move, he moved from her stomach to her pubic hair, then to the vulva, gently pinching her labia minora. His other hand also touched her breasts. My wife is a heavy sleeper and didn't feel a thing. Emboldened, he began to vigorously grope her thighs, breasts, and pubic hair. I filmed this entire scene from the room, and watching it made my penis incredibly hard—even more exciting than sex itself. The guy couldn't resist either. He pulled out his penis, smeared some saliva on the glans, and thrust it into my wife's vagina, immediately starting to pump. At this moment, my wife woke up, thinking it was me. She moaned and opened her eyes, but seeing it wasn't me, she was terrified and tried to push him away. He didn't say anything, continuing to thrust while covering her mouth with his, his hands roughly kneading her breasts. My wife was enjoying it, unable to push him away, so she remained still. She wanted to say something, but his kisses prevented her from speaking, only allowing her to make "mmm...mmm..." sounds. His penis continued to pump inside her, their bodies colliding with a loud "slap, slap" sound, sounding very lewd. My wife was also aroused by him, placing her hands behind his back and tightly hugging his back, her buttocks shaking up and down with his thrusts, it was truly lewd.

I also got an erection watching this, patting myself and touching myself. After a while, the guy changed positions, pulling my wife up and making her place her hands on the balcony railing, her buttocks raised. He fondled and squeezed her snow-white buttocks, then spread them apart with both hands, inserting his penis again, and while doing so, he took off her top, leaving her completely naked. At this point, there was a building across the street, and if anyone were there, they could see my wife's upper body, even her breasts. While doing so, he grabbed and kneaded her breasts, shaping them into various forms, which I found very enjoyable. My wife's snow-white buttocks shook back and forth with his thrusts, very lewd. After a short while, the guy yelled, forcefully pulling my wife's buttocks tightly against his genitals, shuddering a few times, and then ejaculated. After I pulled my penis out, a lot of fluid flowed from my wife's buttocks, running down her thighs. I quickly took a picture of this. Then, my wife said she was going to take a shower and went to the bathroom naked. He followed her in. I went to the bedroom door to look. They hadn't even closed the door. I opened the door a crack and looked at them through the crack. I saw my wife pick up the showerhead to shower, and he squatted behind her, spreading her buttocks apart and carefully examining her vagina, digging his fingers inside as he looked. My wife didn't pay any attention to him and just focused on showering. He stood up again, hugged my wife from behind, grabbed her breasts with both hands, and his penis became hard again, pressing against her vagina from behind. My wife was aroused by him and started moaning again. She dropped the showerhead on the floor and turned around to kiss him. His hand went to her vulva again, gently rubbing it. His wife's moans grew louder. They faced each other, and the guy lifted her thighs, aiming his penis at her vagina and thrusting it in. His wife clung to his waist wantonly, trembling with his penis. They continued like this in the bathroom for another half hour. Watching it made me ejaculate; it was so exciting! What a wanton wife! A few days later, one afternoon, I told him we'd rest at noon; it was hot on the balcony, so we could take a nap inside. I laid out a large and a small mat in the living room. I slept in the middle, and they slept on either side. His wife, thinking I didn't know, deliberately wore a short skirt over her underwear to appear demure. I didn't say anything and went to sleep. After a while, I reached under her skirt and pulled down her underwear. His wife didn't resist. I touched her pubic hair. There was a large mirror near our feet; he could see everything in it. I looked in the mirror, and he was looking at us in the mirror too! I pulled up my wife's skirt again, exposing her lower body completely, revealing her pubic hair, which contrasted sharply with her snow-white thighs—one dark, one white, so stimulating! My wife didn't care about anything else, spreading her legs wide to make it easier for me to touch her. Her little hand reached into my pants, pulled out my penis, and started stroking it. I immediately stepped forward, aimed at her vagina, and thrust in, taking off her top as I did so. My wife didn't expect me to do this and said, "He's still right there!"

I ignored her and took off all her clothes, leaving her completely naked. The guy next to us was still staring at us, but I ignored him and just kept going at it, changing positions. My wife deliberately didn't make a sound, as if afraid of disturbing the guy. Finally, I ejaculated from behind, then deliberately lay down next to her, letting my wife sleep in the middle, pretending to be very tired and snoring. My wife was still naked. The guy immediately reached over and inserted two fingers into her vagina, while his other hand rested on her breast. My wife's buttocks were facing him, and she didn't move. He then inserted his penis from behind, and they started having sex again. I watched furtively, and when they were at their most enthusiastic, I suddenly stood up. They were both startled and froze, forgetting to pull their penises out. I said, "It's okay, you can continue."

I took my penis out and put it in my wife's mouth. Seeing that I didn't mind, he got even more excited and started thrusting again. My wife had no choice but to lick my penis while he was fucking her. It was a really exciting scene. Watching my wife having sex with someone else while licking my penis, I got hard again. At this moment, the guy also ejaculated. I went over and inserted my penis into her still semen-filled vagina. My wife's vagina was a little loose after being fucked by two people, but I didn't care. I stirred it around inside her vagina, making my wife moan loudly. It was really exciting! From then on, we lived a life of one wife and two husbands. Every day when he came home, he would take off my wife's clothes and have sex with her whenever he wanted. I was happy to do it. Sometimes we would both have sex with her at the same time. Under our training, my wife became very lewd. She often went out without underwear and wore very short skirts, often exposing herself in public. She was happy to let others see her tender flesh, pubic hair, and buttocks. In the office

of the married anchorwoman in Chapter 101

, Editor-in-Chief Chen was completely naked. His penis was enormous and thick, about six or seven inches long, with bulging veins. The glans was particularly red and swollen, and his testicles were as large as duck eggs, swaying back and forth. It was unexpected that the obese Editor-in-Chief Chen would have such a large penis.

Wan Hua looked both frightened and astonished, but her eyes were fixed on Editor-in-Chief Chen's frightening penis, unable to look away. Scenes of beautiful women being raped always excite men.

"Wanhua! Please, please rub it for me!"

Editor-in-Chief Chen grabbed Wanhua's small hand and pulled it towards his crotch. Wanhua hesitated for a moment, then finally squatted down and extended her slender hand. Editor-in-Chief Chen closed his eyes and enjoyed Wanhua's gentle caress. While Wanhua stroked Editor-in-Chief Chen's penis up and down with her hand, she carefully examined this amazing masterpiece. Editor-in-Chief Chen's penis, the glans alone was as big as a baby's fist, the foreskin was a bit long but not too long, the whole penis was black with red, plus the two large scrotums at the base, Wanhua's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

"Does it feel good?"

Wanhua asked softly, her face full of sincere concern.

"It feels good...it feels good...but...please...help me to the end."

Editor-in-Chief Chen said hesitantly, his eyes looking eagerly at Wanhua's high breasts.

"You men are really something. You have hands too, why do you insist on having someone else help you?"

Wan Hua sighed softly, tapping Editor-in-Chief Chen's thick, erect penis with her hand.

Seeing that Wan Hua wasn't angry ,

Editor-in-Chief Chen said, "It's just different! I know you have the kindest heart and the softest hands, it's so much better than if I did it myself." As he spoke, Editor-in-Chief Chen forcefully shoved his thick penis into Wan Hua's palm.

Wan Hua shook her head in annoyance but still held Editor-in-Chief Chen's penis. Editor-in-Chief Chen moved his penis in and out of Wan Hua's palm a couple of times, and Wan Hua spat on Editor-in-Chief Chen's round glans and vigorously stroked it. Wan Hua's breasts swayed and bounced with the strokes, and Editor-in-Chief Chen hummed happily. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Wan Hua's pair of bouncing breasts.

"I'm just touching it."

Editor-in-Chief Chen chuckled, taking the opportunity to put his hand around Wanhua's plump, soft buttocks. Wanhua's buttocks felt very comfortable to touch. Wanhua glared at Editor-in-Chief Chen and continued to stroke him, sometimes pulling back the foreskin of his penis, sometimes touching his testicles. Editor-in-Chief Chen's penis was already swollen to its limit, even the glans was open.

"Wanhua! Look at my thick, long, and strong penis, imagine how great it would feel to insert it into your little hole! Want to try?"

Editor-in-Chief Chen kneaded Wanhua's breasts like dough, noticing that they had swollen and even the nipples were erect.

Wanhua smiled sweetly at Editor-in-Chief Chen, kneeling between his legs and sitting on his heels, helping him stroke. Wanhua did it very seriously and attentively, at this moment she was full of submissiveness to Editor-in-Chief Chen, with a little shyness in her eyes, extremely cute.

"I really envy your husband being able to hold you and sleep with you every day. If I could hold you and do it all day long, I'd gladly shorten my lifespan."

Editor-in-Chief Chen observed Wanhua's face, while his penis rubbed powerfully against Wanhua's palm.

"Oh... your little hands are so amazing, they're making my whole body feel weak."

Editor-in-Chief Chen patted Wanhua's plump buttocks and sincerely praised her, but his penis below was even harder.

"But! Tell me, which one is thicker and longer, mine or your husband's?"

"I'm not telling you!"

Wanhua lowered her beautiful eyes, her little hands stroking his penis even faster.

"I just wanted to compare, I didn't mean anything else! Do you often do this for your husband too?"

Editor-in-Chief Chen grasped Wanhua's breasts, his palms sliding up and down and left and right along her nipples.

"Ugh! You're deliberately playing with my breasts, you're such a scoundrel and a pervert!"

Wanhua cursed, but didn't shy away as her boss rubbed her nipples.

"Anyway, I'm a scoundrel and a pervert in your eyes, I just want you to tell me if my penis is thicker than your husband's?"

The boss increased the pressure with his left hand, while his right hand reached under Wanhua's skirt.

"Okay! Okay! I'll talk... I'll talk!"

Wanhua was obviously touched in her private parts and quickly begged for mercy, letting out a dreamy moan, her beautiful face full of alluring charm, looking both resentful and helpless.

"Tell me! Is my penis thicker or your husband's?"

Editor-in-Chief Chen's fingers squeezed into Wanhua's honey hole.

"Ugh! Of course your penis is thicker."

Wanhua smiled coquettishly, her full buttocks swaying seductively, like a cute female dog.

"Really?"

Editor-in-Chief Chen was overjoyed, tightly gripping Wan Hua's breasts and moaning, "Quick... quick, rub his testicles, soothe them with your little hands!"

Wan Hua's nipples hardened from the teasing, and she vigorously turned Editor-in-Chief Chen's glans with one hand, while gently and lightly grasping his scrotum and rubbing his testicles with the other. The large testicles swayed back and forth between Wan Hua's fingers like bells.

"Is it fun?"

Editor-in-Chief Chen asked smugly.

Wan Hua's soft little hands gripped his penis tightly a few times and said, "It's absolutely disgusting."

Then she smiled.

The veins beneath Editor-in-Chief Chen's glans throbbed strongly, stimulating the engorged mucous membranes in waves. He thrust hard a few times, saying, "Of course! Look how hard and long my penis is. If a beauty like you would let my penis into your little hole, I guarantee I can fuck you until you're in heaven."

"Pah! Here we go again,"

Wan Hua said seriously, her eyebrows furrowing, and stopped what she was doing.

"Beauty! You can't ignore me! Hurry up... keep going... don't try to slack off! Or I'll fire you."

Editor-in-Chief Chen looked at Wan Hua's alluring buttocks and seductive expression.

He immediately softened again, panting heavily, and said to Wan Hua, "Beauty, squatting is too tiring. Why don't you sit on my lap and let me do it, okay?"

"Boss! You wish!"

Wan Hua pouted, seemingly unwilling to stand up. Editor-in-Chief Chen grabbed her arm and forcefully pulled her into his lap. Wan Hua had no choice but to obediently lift her legs, straddling him in a lewd position.

"That's what makes a good subordinate like me."

Taking advantage of the situation, Editor-in-Chief Chen lifted Wanhua's skirt. He saw that the labia between Wanhua's thighs were as tender and glossy as flower petals, her wet vulva radiating a salty, hot aroma. Facing Wanhua's snow-white, full buttocks, parted cleft, and alluring vulva, Editor-in-Chief Chen caressed Wanhua's vagina with two fingers, rubbing the swollen, moist cleft with the flowing nectar. Soon, his palm was sticky and moistened by the nectar from Wanhua's vagina.

"No...don't do this."

The pleasure and stimulation from her lower body were something Wanhua had never experienced before; her heart pounded so hard that she felt something stuck in her throat.

Editor-in-Chief Chen then moved his hand to Wanhua's anus and gently stroked it. Wanhua shyly closed her eyes, biting her lower lip, and spread her legs wider. Her already long legs appeared even more shapely and straight under the force, her insteps and calves forming a straight line, her toes slightly curved.

"Your ass is so big and beautiful!"

Editor-in-Chief Chen exclaimed, his hand stroking from Wan Hua's firm abdomen down to her mysterious triangle. The veins coiling around Editor-in-Chief Chen's penis throbbed with excitement, making it harder and thicker, the glans revealing a full, lustrous color.

"Stop flattering me."

Wan Hua exuded a seductive charm; women always like to hear men's praise, and Wan Hua was no exception.

"I'm telling the truth! I love women with thick pubic hair; it's said that women with thick pubic hair have a strong sex drive."

Editor-in-Chief Chen picked up some pubic hair in his hand, even plucking a few strands to examine them closely.

"I admit I'm a horny lecher, which is why I'm like a parched land meeting rain, or a raging fire meeting dry wood when I meet a beauty like you! To be honest, from the day you became my subordinate, I've been dreaming of pouncing on you, I'm almost going crazy with it. Your angelic face, devilish figure, temperament, and conversation all fascinate me, and your big ass is even more intoxicating. Every time I see you, my penis is hard and I can't let it go. When we dance, my penis is pressed tightly against your mons pubis, and I wish I could fuck you to death in front of everyone, making you feel like you're in heaven."

Editor-in-Chief Chen leered at Wan Hua's beautiful face.

Seeing Wan Hua holding his penis, her starry eyes slightly closed, and her breasts heaving as if she were intoxicated, Editor-in-Chief Chen couldn't help but reach out and cup Wan Hua's beautiful cheeks and stroke them. He felt that the soft and smooth touch was extremely good, and he couldn't bear to stop for a moment.

Wanhua seemed to be acting against her will. At first, her face was flushed and she breathed softly through her nose. Then, she became panting and her hands worked even harder on Editor-in-Chief Chen's thick and long penis.

"Quick...quickly squat down and help me harder. I can't wait any longer,"

Editor-in-Chief Chen said. His penis became harder and hotter. Wanhua lowered her head, her face flushed, and her flushed face, like someone who had been drinking, was reflected on her cheeks and pink neck. Her voice was full of tenderness.

"Oh...so good...so comfortable..."

Wanhua licked her lips and obediently squatted between Editor-in-Chief Chen's legs. Her tender and shy face held Editor-in-Chief Chen's penis tightly. Her small hands were bent into a ring and rubbed the joint of Editor-in-Chief Chen's glans. She would occasionally use her fingertips to tease the sensitive veins between the two glans. Wanhua took a deep breath, adjusted her position and continued to work. After some stroking, Editor-in-Chief Chen's desire became even more intense and his penis became as thick as an iron rod. Waves of desire pushed him to the peak. Editor-in-Chief Chen almost screamed. Wanhua used all her strength to stroking with both hands and increased the speed. Her plump buttocks kept shaking in front of Editor-in-Chief Chen's eyes. It seemed that she wanted to arouse Editor-in-Chief Chen's sexual desire and make him climax and ejaculate as soon as possible.

Not satisfied, Editor-in-Chief Chen's hands caressed Wanhua's full breasts through her clothes. Wanhua was wearing bright red underwear and red stockings. Through her clothes, Editor-in-Chief Chen had already unbuttoned all of Wanhua's clothes. He reached behind Wanhua and unhooked her bra, instantly freeing her round, beautiful breasts. Her rosy areolas were particularly alluring under the light. As Editor-in-Chief Chen gently kneaded her beautiful breasts, Wanhua's breasts felt incredibly numb from the caresses.

Wanhua instinctively tried to break free, but it was all in vain. Editor-in-Chief Chen lightly touched Wanhua's silky smooth skin with his fingers, letting out soft moans of pleasure from deep in his throat. Wanhua's whole body immediately twisted instinctively, and her lower body was already wet with a continuous flow of vaginal fluid.

Editor-in-Chief Chen was always experienced with women. While disciplining Wanhua, he observed her expression. He could tell from her expression that she had given in and was starting to wink. He knew that Wanhua was beginning to feel aroused and that he could do whatever he wanted with her. So, Editor-in-Chief Chen put one arm around Wanhua's soft waist and gently moved his mouth to Wanhua's ivory-like, smooth neck, kissing it. Wanhua let Editor-in-Chief Chen lick her neck.

Editor-in-Chief Chen slipped his tongue into Wanhua's ear and gently nibbled at her earlobe. Wanhua breathed a sigh of pleasure. Editor-in-Chief Chen pressed his face against her beautiful, soft cherry lips and kissed her. Wanhua gave him a coquettish glare, feigning annoyance, and tried to push him away, but she couldn't muster any strength. Editor-in-Chief Chen's tongue tried to penetrate Wanhua's mouth, his lips parting hers and his tongue boldly licking her neat, white teeth. As Editor-in-Chief Chen continued his invasion, Wanhua unconsciously opened her mouth, giving up her resistance as her tightly closed teeth reopened. Editor-in-Chief Chen seized the opportunity and... He stuck out his tongue, the tip repeatedly teasing Wanhua's gums. She had no choice but to tilt her lips back, their lips pressed tightly together. Editor-in-Chief Chen's fiery tongue moved inside Wanhua's mouth, excitedly teasing her. Wanhua couldn't help but stick out her pink tongue, intertwining it with Editor-in-Chief Chen's, letting him suck on her saliva. Wanhua found herself responding passionately to Editor-in-Chief Chen's embrace. When Editor-in-Chief Chen's lips left Wanhua's, Wanhua extended her tongue, intertwining it with his in the air. Wanhua had never experienced anything like it before; kissing could produce such great pleasure.

At this moment, Editor-in-Chief Chen's mouth licked along Wanhua's nipples all the way down to her lower abdomen. His rough tongue even slipped inside her navel and rotated. His tongue skills were truly first-rate; she had never experienced such pleasure with her navel before. The sensation was a mix of sourness and pain, stimulating Wanhua so much that her legs went weak and she almost couldn't stand. That barely perceptible contact made Wanhua feel uneasy all over. The conflicting emotions of wanting to stop him yet also wanting him made her extremely uncomfortable. Then, Editor-in-Chief Chen pulled Wanhua's fiery red transparent stockings down to her thighs and bit the lace edge of her panties. Wanhua covered her face with her hands, her only remaining protection. Editor-in-Chief Chen took Wanhua's left nipple into his mouth, and Wanhua secretly let out a soft

"Mmm..." Editor-in-Chief Chen's hands were never idle. He found Wanhua's skirt and, with a quick grab and release, untied it. He then forcefully pulled up Wanhua's long skirt, and Wanhua cooperated by raising her legs to let him remove it. Editor-in-Chief Chen's left hand rested on Wanhua's lower abdomen, his mouth sucking hard, causing Wanhua to wince in pain. His hand then slid down and enveloped Wanhua's entire vulva. "Ah..." Wanhua's defenses crumbled, and her brows furrowed even more. Editor-in-Chief Chen's hands lightly aroused Wanhua's emotions. Before long, he discovered that Wanhua's entire body was very sensitive, so he gave his right hand to her breasts, while his mouth nibbled haphazardly on Wanhua's waist, lower abdomen, chest, shoulders, and neck. Finally, he ate Wanhua's ears, occasionally sticking out his tongue to lick the earlobe, making numbing sounds. Wanhua opened her mouth and breathed blankly, her vaginal secretions already soaking her panties and stockings, seeping out. Editor-in-Chief Chen noticed the lubricant on his fingers, stood up, lifted Wanhua's legs, took off her shoes, bent down, and pulled down her pantyhose and underwear in one swift motion, then threw them on the ground. "Hold onto my big cock! Lift your legs so I can touch your pussy." Editor-in-Chief Chen helped Wanhua lift her legs, ordering her to grip his penis tightly. At the same time, his hands again traced the edge of her vulva, playing with her thick pubic hair. The unbearable itching made her bare buttocks move restlessly. Although she remained reserved and silent, a lovely blush rose on her cheeks. Editor-in-Chief Chen excitedly pressed two fingers against the soft mounds of Venus on either side of her vulva, causing Wanhua's vulva to open and reveal bright red flesh. "It itches…no…"

Wanhua's buttocks clenched tightly as she gasped for breath, staring at Editor-in-Chief Chen. Her already slippery vulva was now a complete mess! Editor-in-Chief Chen was excited by Wanhua's reaction, but pretended to be concerned and said, "Baby! Bear with it..."

Editor-in-Chief Chen licked Wanhua's overflowing vaginal fluid around her mons pubis, while taking off Wanhua's stockings and panties, but still hooking them around her ankles. Wanhua was completely naked in front of the man. Editor-in-Chief Chen knelt on the ground, lifted Wanhua's left foot and placed it on the coffee table. Editor-in-Chief Chen put his head between Wanhua's legs, sucking and biting Wanhua's clitoris, and even put his tongue into Wanhua's labia until it reached the vaginal opening. Editor-in-Chief Chen hugged Wanhua's breasts from behind, his fingers tightly pinching Wanhua's nipples, which were already large and erect, and were teased by Editor-in-Chief Chen until they were high and sticking out.

Aroused, Wanhua gasped for breath, her vagina overflowing with honey-like fluid. Finally, she couldn't help but moan, "Hmph... I... can't take it anymore."

Her entire buttocks were glistening with wetness.

"Relax a bit, that's just the beginning,"

Editor-in-Chief Chen leaned down and parted Wanhua's buttocks with his hands. His fingertips swept over Wanhua's protruding anus and perineum, then covered her burning, melting wetness, and finally pressed and rubbed her erect clitoris. Wanhua's beautiful body trembled violently, a tingling sensation spreading throughout her body, as if her bones were melting! Editor-in-Chief Chen lifted up, his fingertips dripping with sticky honey-like fluid. He put his fingers, sticky with the viscous liquid, into his mouth and licked his lips with lingering satisfaction.

Wanhua closed her eyes. Editor-in-Chief Chen used his fingers to pull apart the slippery flesh of Wanhua's lower body, letting the delicate flesh unfold like a flower. Then he picked apart the tender skin covering the clitoral bud and carefully picked at the tender red bud with the tip of his fingernail. Wanhua's whole body tensed up, and her heart was pounding wildly. The clitoral bud was rubbed and kneaded between Editor-in-Chief Chen's two fingernails. The clitoris immediately became engorged and turned purplish-red. Editor-in-Chief Chen rubbed Wanhua's clitoris while bringing his face closer to Wanhua's and gently asked, "Is it comfortable here?"

Wanhua breathed heavily and intermittently, nodding to show her compliance. Editor-in-Chief Chen knew that the time was ripe. He then used his whole palm to gently scratch and caress the wet flesh groove. At first, Wanhua

raised her buttocks to meet him with "hmm...hmm...oh...oh..." Editor-in-Chief Chen's finger slipped and "sizzle!"

as it entered Wanhua's hot and juicy little hole.

"Ah..."

Wanhua arched her back and moaned, the intense pleasure numbing her sensitive body. Her small hands weakly gripped Editor-in-Chief Chen's penis, mechanically sliding it along. Editor-in-Chief Chen's fingers inch by inch slid into Wanhua's tight, slippery vagina, almost past the cervix, still entering and squeezing out copious amounts of sticky fluid. At this moment, Wanhua seemed to have lost all self-respect and shame, her legs struggling to spread apart. The pleasure of her vagina being filled and pulled surged to her head. Wanhua shook her head and cried out, "I can't... I... can't take it... No... you can't go in any further... it'll be over... no... please..."

Editor-in-Chief Chen ignored Wanhua and continued to thrust his fingers into her cervix.

Wanhua begged for mercy, but Editor-in-Chief Chen's fingers continued to advance, finally shoving his entire right hand into Wanhua's vagina.

"No... no... I'm going to die..."

Wanhua could hardly breathe, her tight vagina twisting and contracting. The intense stimulation made Wanhua desperately beg Editor-in-Chief Chen for mercy, her consciousness almost slipping into unconsciousness.

Editor-in-Chief Chen's fingers finally stopped penetrating. He lifted Wanhua's head and asked, "Come on! Taste your own lustful juices."

Editor-in-Chief Chen withdrew his fingers from Wanhua's uterus. It felt as if the air inside Wanhua's vagina was being sucked out; the mucous membranes spasmed, and a trickle of vaginal fluid flowed out. When Editor-in-Chief Chen's fingers left, Wanhua was drenched in sweat and collapsed on the ground, her beautiful legs casually placed under her buttocks, too weak even to close them!

Editor-in-Chief Chen slowly pulled out his wet fingers and stuffed them into Wanhua's mouth, asking, "Is it good?" Wanhua gave a mumbled

"Mmm!" Editor-in-Chief Chen picked up Wanhua's exquisite body and sat her on his lap. "You're so annoying! Playing with me like this." Wanhua playfully tapped Editor-in-Chief Chen's forehead with her fingertip. Editor-in-Chief Chen played with Wanhua's firm breasts. Editor-in-Chief Chen held Wanhua's slender waist with both hands and aimed his glans at Wanhua's labia. "Mmm...ah..." Wanhua silently expressed her desire, her buttocks wriggling in response. Editor-in-Chief Chen began to slowly play with the beauty before him, only pressing the head of his penis against the vaginal opening without penetrating, rubbing it slowly and methodically, determined to seduce her. Editor-in-Chief Chen placed Wanhua's legs on his shoulders, lightly rubbing the head of his penis against her labia. Wanhua was aroused, her juices flowing freely. She gripped Editor-in-Chief Chen's shoulders tightly, arching her back and twisting her hips while pleading, "Ah...please...put it in...don't do this...don't...do it to me...please...faster...do it..." Editor-in-Chief Chen knew that if he persisted, Wanhua would be completely conquered, so he quickly probed the entrance and then withdrew. This tactic of feigning indifference drove Wanhua, who desperately craved a large penis for passionate penetration, to the brink of tears from the extreme contrast of sudden gain followed by loss. Wanhua tightly embraced the back of Editor-in-Chief Chen's neck, her lips rubbing against his ear as she pleaded, "Oh...oh...please...come in quickly...ah...oh...oh my god...please...have pity on me...hurry...fuck...ah...ah...oh my god...it's so itchy...!" Wanhua was like a bitch in heat, her self-respect and morality long since vanished. Editor-in-Chief Chen said again, "Wow! You're such a slut, just a few rubs and you're already dripping wet, haha..." Wanhua cried out in a coquettish voice, "Don't laugh...you...are rubbing...so itchy...I can't stand it...come in..." She finished, moaning and panting softly. Wanhua pleaded almost coquettishly, then after a while, her voice came again: "Please...put it in...or...put it in hard..." She was actually begging a lecherous man to fuck her! At that moment, Wanhua's two jade-like legs, which had been dangling over the sofa, suddenly pulled up. It turned out that Editor-in-Chief Chen had hooked Wanhua's legs onto his shoulders, and she could see his thick waist and plump buttocks pressing against her lovely Wanhua. Editor-in-Chief Chen grabbed Wanhua's hand and grasped his penis. Wanhua reluctantly pressed the head of his penis against her labia. Editor-in-Chief Chen slid the head of his penis up and down between her labia a few times, then parted her labia and pressed it against her vaginal opening. Wanhua twisted her hips so that the head of his penis was precisely aimed at her wet vulva. Wanhua couldn't resist the powerful temptation; what would it feel like to have such a large penis? Unbeknownst to her, Wanhua had already fallen into the abyss of desire. At the same time, her buttocks naturally arched back slightly, and with a sudden jolt of her legs, her entire body weight pressed down. With a "swoosh," the egg-sized glans slid in two inches. Wanhua had no time to react; she could no longer resist her body's demands. "Ah!" Wanhua let out a ecstatic moan, completely lost in ecstasy. Editor-in-Chief Chen's penis slowly slid into Wanhua's body, the thick glans pressing against the vaginal walls, reaching all the way to her cervix. A wave of intense pleasure surged deep into her uterus, and Wanhua's vaginal fluids gushed out like a flood. My God! She had already orgasmed the moment it entered her. Editor-in-Chief Chen gripped Wan Hua's slender waist tightly, penetrating deeper with each thrust. With his size and this position, he could reach Wan Hua's soft clitoris. From Wan Hua's cries and the intense twisting of her hips, Editor-in-Chief Chen could touch Wan Hua's G-spot with every thrust. Wan Hua swayed her buttocks from time to time, responding to Editor-in-Chief Chen's impacts, moaning seductively and wantonly, "Ah...ah...mmm... "

(II) Amidst Wan Hua's wanton moans, Editor-in-Chief Chen thrust his hips into her vagina like a dog in heat, pulling her hands behind her back and riding her like a horse. Wan Hua was pinned down by Editor-in-Chief Chen, her upper body sprawled on the sofa. Aside from moaning in response to his thrusts, she was powerless to resist. After dozens of thrusts, Editor-in-Chief Chen suddenly released her hands, leaned forward, and grabbed her swaying breasts. Wan Hua rode on top of Editor-in-Chief Chen, making love on the carpet. Throughout the process, Wan Hua was incredibly proactive, more so than ever before.

"Oh...oh...good...ah...die...ah...die...ah...coming...ah..."

Wan Hua moaned seductively, like a madwoman, her moans incoherent.

"Ah...ah...ah...so good...so good...ah...faster...oh...yes...yes..."

Wan Hua's mood soared, her surging desire was released all at once, and her juices dripped from her buttocks, overflowing onto the carpet.

Editor-in-Chief Chen increased the speed of his thrusts.

"Ah...so good...like this...oh...it's so deep...ah...ah...so good...ah..."

Wan Hua couldn't resist her physiological response and responded to every request. The atmosphere in the small space was extremely lewd. Wan Hua said whatever came to mind, not even caring whether the sounds of her moans would be heard outside.

"Ah...fuck...I...love...ah...don't stop...ah...ah...faster...yes...yes...fuck me to death...ah...ah...but...ah...ah...ah..."

Wan Hua had never said such lewd words even when she was having sex with her husband. The room was filled with Wan Hua's moans and gasps, a series of lewd sounds. It turned out that Wan Hua would also make these lewd moans when she was being violated by other men.

Editor-in-Chief Chen picked up Wanhua and pressed her against the wall. From under the bed, it was clear what was happening: the newlywed Wanhua was pinned against the wall by the fat, fleshy editor-in-chief, his legs hooked around her, his hands gripping her round buttocks. His large penis thrust into Wanhua's vagina from below, making her wet and sticky, her juices dripping onto the floor. She was desperately twisting her waist, trying to push his penis as deep as possible.

For a while, the room was filled with lewd sounds of "splashing...splashing...splattering...slapping..."

as both Wanhua and Editor-in-Chief Chen panted heavily.

At this moment, Editor-in-Chief Chen had already dragged Wanhua to the ground. He forcefully squeezed and kneaded Wanhua's breasts, rolling and flattening them. He even pinched her nipples with his fingers, making Wanhua whimper and beg for mercy. He then bent Wanhua's legs and pressed them against her chest, making her lower body stick up high. Then he inserted his thick penis into Wanhua's tender vagina. The penis, a full foot long, was completely inserted into Wanhua's hole and stirred continuously. Wanhua was almost beaten to death by Editor-in-Chief Chen.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! You were born a slut. Even if you were gang-raped by a hundred men, you wouldn't die!"

Editor-in-Chief Chen kept thrusting his penis in and out, urging Wanhua to speak: "Say it now!"

"Oh...oh...ah...ah...ouch...come and fuck me..."

Wanhua had no shame anymore.

"Ah...help...I said...one...no...two...ah...the more the better...all men...I want...men...gang rape me..."

Due to the intense stimulation of her clitoris, Wanhua reached an unprecedented climax, finally expressing her inner desires and becoming unable to extricate herself from that intense sexual urge.

"Ah...good...so good...ah...it feels so good...you're so amazing...you're making Wanhua feel so good...oh..."

Editor-in-Chief Chen's penis was deeply inserted into Wanhua's vagina, rotating his hips, the glans pressing against the tender flesh on both sides, almost as if the glans had eyes, constantly rubbing against the most itchy spot.

Wanhua's vagina gripped Editor-in-Chief Chen's penis like an octopus sucker, the strong and thick penis completely filling her vagina, driving Wanhua crazy. In coordination with Editor-in-Chief Chen's thrusting movements, she involuntarily raised her buttocks, her legs tightly clamping around Editor-in-Chief Chen's waist, shaking her buttocks like a lewd female beast, cooperating with the violent thrusting of Editor-in-Chief Chen's penis.

Editor-in-Chief Chen gripped Wan Hua's slender waist, penetrating deeper with each thrust. With his size and this position, he could reach Wan Hua's soft clitoris. From Wan Hua's cries and intense hip movements, it was clear that each thrust touched her G-spot. Wan Hua swayed her hips, responding to his impact, moaning seductively, "Ah...ah...mmm..." "Oh...

I

can't take it anymore...ah...oh...ah...yes...oh...that's good...fuck me...I can't take it anymore...faster...fuck me...ah...ah..."

At this moment, Wan Hua's beautiful body began to spasm, her entire uterus gripping his hard penis. Wan Hua shook her head desperately.

Editor-in-Chief Chen thrust his penis deeper and harder with each stroke, driving Wan Hua's cervix into a frenzy of pleasure. She cried out incoherently, "Ah...too much...I'm dying...ah...I'm dying...it's broken...it's...it's in my heart..."

"Wan Hua...oh...my ass...come up...let's...die...with pleasure together..."

Editor-in-Chief Chen's sweat poured down like rain, and Wan Hua's vaginal fluids flowed incessantly. "Slap...slap...slap..."

Editor-in-Chief Chen thrust again, and Wan Hua occasionally raised her vagina to receive the impact of his penis. Her vagina convulsed incessantly. Editor-in-Chief Chen held Wan Hua's legs and pressed them down, his entire body pressing against her, his tiptoes rising, his penis pounding against Wan Hua's cervix like a fist.

"I can't take it... I'm about to be fucked... fucked to death... Oh... hold me tight... hold me tight... harder... fuck me harder... ah..."

Wan Hua's lewd appearance made Editor-in-Chief Chen thrust even harder, his penis seemingly wanting to penetrate Wan Hua's tempting cunt before he was satisfied. Wan Hua also desperately raised her cunt so that the penis could penetrate her cunt deeper, and kept twisting her hips to meet Editor-in-Chief Chen's penis. Her vaginal fluid was constantly forced out by the penis, flowing down Wan Hua's thighs and wetting a large area of the bed sheet.

"Oh... your penis is so powerful... so comfortable... ah... don't stop... yes... continue... I feel so good... I'm going to cum... don't stop... ah... faster... faster... ah..."

Editor-in-Chief Chen put Wan Hua's legs down, picked her up and sat her on the edge of the sofa, letting Wan Hua straddle his lap. Wan Hua straightened Editor-in-Chief Chen's penis and sat down, her hands wrapped around the back of Editor-in-Chief Chen's head.

"Ah...ah...so good...so good...it feels so good...like this...so good...ah...I love it...your penis is so strong...ah...ah...so...so good...ah..."

Wan Hua tightly hugged Editor-in-Chief Chen's head, pressing it against her chest, thrusting her penis up and down. Editor-in-Chief Chen licked Wan Hua's swaying breasts with his tongue. The whole room was filled with an atmosphere of lewd excitement.

Editor-in-Chief Chen stood up, holding Wan Hua's waist. Wan Hua hugged Editor-in-Chief Chen's neck and squeezed his waist tightly, swinging her body back and forth as she thrust. Wan Hua's black hair swayed with each thrust.

"Ah...ah...no...I can't take it anymore...hurry...hurry up and come...it feels so good...oh..."

Editor-in-Chief Chen carried Wanhua back to the bed. Wanhua curled up in Editor-in-Chief Chen's arms, motionless, enjoying the pleasure and stimulation after the orgasm. After a while, Wanhua's buttocks moved up and down with the penis. Wanhua twisted her body up and down, and her breasts swayed up and down with it. Editor-in-Chief Chen reached out and grasped Wanhua's full breasts, kneading and stroking them to his heart's content. Wanhua's already full breasts became even firmer, and her nipples were hard and swollen like beans.

Wanhua's movements became faster and faster, the tender flesh inside her vagina contracting and sucking on the large glans. Wanhua frantically moved her penis up and down rapidly, her long, shiny black hair flying with her body's movements. Wanhua's joyful moans and the "plop...plop..."

sounds of her vaginal fluids as her penis was pulled in and out mingled, intoxicating Editor-in-Chief Chen. He especially enjoyed the feeling of his glans being sucked. Editor-in-Chief Chen thrust upwards to meet Wanhua's frenzied thrusts. When Wanhua moved downwards, Editor-in-Chief Chen pushed his large penis upwards.

"Ah...it feels so good...it really feels so good...oh...I...I want it...I want it...I want it..."

Wanhua reached orgasm faster and faster with each thrust. Editor-in-Chief Chen knew that Wanhua was really at her limit. Thinking about how he had been working himself to the bone all day, and how Wanhua had already reached orgasm several times, it was time to end it.

"Ah...I can't take it...I can't take it...Ah...So...So comfortable...It feels so good...So thick...So deep...So deep...Ah...Thrust again...Ah...Yes...It's too stimulating...I can't take it...Ah...I can't take it...I'm numb...Ah..."

Editor-in-Chief Chen flipped over and pressed Wan Hua's delicate body beneath him. Kneeling, he gripped his hard, erect penis and thrust it forcefully into Wan Hua's vagina. He kneaded, squeezed, rubbed, and twisted Wan Hua's breasts with both hands, while his penis relentlessly thrust in and out of her vagina.

When Wan Hua reached her climax, Editor-in-Chief Chen lifted her legs onto his shoulders, placed a pillow under her buttocks to make her vagina protrude even higher, and then thrust his penis into her vagina with all his might, relentlessly thrusting and withdrawing while occasionally swaying his hips, rubbing the glans deep inside her vagina.

Upon hearing Wanhua's moans, Editor-in-Chief Chen thrust even harder, and the resulting stimulation pushed Wanhua's lust to the peak of climax wave after wave. Her delicate labia inside her vagina flipped in and out with the thrusting of his penis, causing her to feel a pleasurable numbness and spasms all over her body, as if she were in heaven.

"Ah...ah...oh my god...I'm dying...ah...ah...oh my god...it's coming...it's coming...ah...faster..."

Editor-in-Chief Chen's penis thrust faster and faster. Suddenly, Wan Hua's uterus sucked on Editor-in-Chief Chen like a straw. A large amount of hot, wet fluid gushed from Wan Hua's vagina, scalding Editor-in-Chief Chen's glans with a tingling sensation. Editor-in-Chief Chen felt Wan Hua's vagina contracting and sucking on his penis. He thrust even faster, and Wan Hua desperately raised her buttocks to meet Editor-in-Chief Chen's final sprint. Wan Hua felt herself being penetrated by intense spasms, her whole body melting in an indescribable climax. This time, Wan Hua's vagina clenched even tighter, and Editor-in-Chief Chen's thick penis rubbed even faster and tighter, increasing their mutual pleasure. Wan Hua's legs, like crab's scissors, firmly hooked onto Editor-in-Chief Chen's buttocks.

"Wanhua...husband...about to cum...ah...so good...ah...Wanhua...it feels so good...ah...I'm going to cum..."

Upon hearing this, Wanhua immediately swayed her hips, forcefully contracting her vaginal muscles, gripping Editor-in-Chief Chen's penis even tighter. Wanhua's calves wrapped around Editor-in-Chief Chen's waist, her vagina tightly gripping his penis. Editor-in-Chief Chen's intermittent, vigorous thrusts caused his glans to deeply press against Wanhua's cervix. Editor-in-Chief Chen ejaculated hot semen from the engorged glans of his penis, pouring it all into Wanhua's vagina. Wanhua's deep body received a large amount of warm semen, seemingly gaining even greater pleasure.

At the peak of her climax, Wanhua's body went limp. Editor-in-Chief Chen couldn't help but ejaculate his hot, thick semen deep into Wanhua's uterus. The hot semen hit Wanhua's cervix, causing her uterus to tremble. Wanhua was intoxicated by the afterglow of her climax. Their intertwined genitals were still gently sucking at each other, unwilling to separate.

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