Yellow taxi

After the mayor with the green flag stepped down, Ah Sheng's taxi business slowly improved. For the past four years, counting back to last year, picking up passengers late at night on the streets of this forest university wasn't easy. Only by calling on the radio or by sheer luck could he manage to pick up heavily made-up, drunken bar girls in the maze of alleyways. Ah Sheng liked picking up bar girls, even though Ah Fang herself came from a bar background. But since marrying Ah Sheng, he no longer allowed her to wear heavy makeup or revealing clothes. To quote the college student next door, that was called reforming, or washing away the superficiality, meaning she would no longer have to let men touch her breasts or genitals for a few measly coins! "Hehe! Reformed."

Ah Sheng felt a surge of excitement at the thought. The former bar queen, adorned in gold and silver, was now obediently working in an electronics factory. Returning home at night, he could see her hot, wet pussy and plump breasts—all his own, no more sharing a hole. He figured only someone as "good" as himself

had this blessing. Taiwanese university students were truly knowledgeable, coming up with such elegant words. Actually, driving bar girls was incredibly exciting! Sometimes, just seeing their barely visible panties under their tight skirts, their large breasts almost bursting out, made Ah Sheng's penis rock hard, both numb and itchy. He really wanted to drive while masturbating. Some bar girls are even more ruthless; they don't even wear underwear under their skirts. Once in the car, they lie on the seat like dead pigs, legs spread wide, their vaginas practically bursting out to breathe. Ah Sheng sometimes gets so excited he almost pops his head out, wishing he could just drive up the mountain and have his way with her.

Actually, he's been driving a taxi for almost twelve years, and Ah Sheng has slept with quite a few women. He can't just stick to Ah Fang! Like last night, he took a short, horny girl to Maokong Mountain and fucked her hard. She screamed and cried, her vaginal fluids soaking the entire seat. They used up two boxes of tissues, and the velvet seats still smelled strongly of her vagina. He should have changed to leather seats; then he wouldn't have to feel guilty like this evening when he took Ah Fang to her night shift, spraying her with thick air freshener beforehand. Now, just smelling that vaginal odor makes his penis hard and ready to do something naughty. Ah Sheng often thinks that many of the news reports about taxi thieves raping women are actually the bar girls' fault, aren't they?

Take yesterday for example. That slut was so drunk she didn't even know how many breasts she had. She got in the car and babbled a bunch of things, I couldn't tell which native language she was speaking. When I asked her again, all she could say was that she was being driven home. Seriously, I'm not your customer, how am I supposed to know where you live? "Just drive straight down this main road and you'll get to my house."

Then she slumped over, completely drunk. Hey! This road is Zhongshan North Road! Does she live near the Chiang Kai-shek Memorial Hall or something? Ah Sheng called her several times, but she just snored and didn't respond at all. Ah Sheng had encountered this situation before and had already figured out several different ways to deal with it. For women who seem cheap, it's best to just kick them out of the car to avoid losing money. If a woman was well-dressed and wearing very nice perfume, Ah Sheng would drive her around in circles, blasting the air conditioning, tuning the radio to iPod Touch, and blasting her music with fast-paced, loud music the whole way. Or he'd do a few sharp turns or sudden stops, so she'd either wake up or get bruised and battered. Yesterday's slut was one of those types. She wore a tight yellow dress, the fabric shiny and looking expensive. The leather of her bag was exactly the same as the belt Ah Fang had given him for his birthday. Ah Fang had told him that the small belt cost two thousand dollars, so how could a bag ten times that size cost less than ten thousand? So Ah Sheng figured this slut couldn't be cheap, and he couldn't stop driving. He closed the car door and drove along Zhongshan North Road to Zhongshan South Road and then to the top of Roosevelt Road, thinking the longer he drove, the more he'd earn. "Hey! Miss, where are you going?"

Ah Sheng would turn around and call out to her whenever he had a spare moment along the way. If he called a little louder, the woman would moan and whine in her sleep, begging him not to disturb her. Ah Sheng was afraid that if he kept driving like this, he might actually end up driving into a new shop, but he couldn't help trying to wake her up. As he drove, Ah Sheng would peek at the woman in the rearview mirror. Her small face had soft, delicate skin, and she looked to be no more than twenty years old. She had a straight nose,

and her lips were painted with brown lipstick. Her eyeshadow was a pinkish-yellow shade that even sparkled. She was so pretty, he wondered why she was out earning a living. His niece was about the same age, and she didn't even know how to do makeup yet, just staying in her room playing on the computer. This slut, on the other hand, had probably slept with countless men. She was lying so comfortably! She was reclining on her side in the back seat, and a pair of yellow strappy high heels were casually placed on the seat under one of her white thighs. Her beautiful anklet had a glittering pure gold anklet made of Hello Kitty cats holding hands, which looked very expensive. The tight dress bunched up around her buttocks, revealing a thin yellow silk panty clinging to her bright red vulva. Some parts were damp and almost transparent against her flesh, shimmering with a wanton, lewd aura. It was impossible to see clearly in the rearview mirror, so at a red light, Ah-Sheng turned around and pretended to call out to her, taking the opportunity to peek at her vulva through the panty. "Hey, teacher! I'm asking you to fuck me." Ah

-Sheng's penis was throbbing like an iron rod, almost hitting the steering wheel if he turned carelessly. Thinking he wouldn't be unlucky enough to run into a police checkpoint, he simply pulled out his aching penis to get some air, taking advantage of the red light to rub it. "Phew! That feels so good."

His reddened penis, pulled out of his pants, springed straight like a spring, and Ah-Sheng let out a sigh of relief. There was another red light ahead. Even though it was past 3 a.m., Ah Sheng obediently stopped the car. He was the only car on the six-lane road, so he could park for as long as he wanted. He reclined the seat slightly and reached his right hand towards the snoring woman's vulva. Wow! Touching that soft vulva through the slippery silk panties was incredibly erotic. His middle finger traced up and down the cleft, feeling the fleshy, slightly wet, and slippery texture. There were two plump mounds of flesh bulging beside the cleft. Ah Sheng's left hand was rubbing his penis until it was bubbling, but his right hand was touching harder and harder, forcing the woman's thin panties into her vulva. A large patch of her plump, hairy labia majora was covered, and a whole knuckle of his finger was stuck in the sticky, lustful fluid. His lust was burning fiercely, almost like a wildfire. "Ugh... Mr. Zhang... don't touch my... pussy... please!"

The woman, though drunk, still felt a strange pleasure from having her pussy touched, moaning in her sleep. Seeing that he was raping her with his fingers, she didn't resist. Ah Sheng pulled up her soaked panties and inserted his middle finger into her wet pussy. "Hiss... Oh..."

Feeling something hard entering her pussy, the woman exhaled with pleasure. Ah Sheng slightly bent his finger, the flesh scraping against the vaginal wall, digging hard into her reddened pussy. Slowly, streams of milky white, bubbly pussy fluid flowed from the opening, wetting the gray velvet chair cover along her buttocks. As Ah Sheng's finger penetrated, the woman's full labia would tremble slightly, making Ah Sheng wonder if she was actually asleep. "Ugh... I... I... I need to pee... I'm dying of urgency!"

Probably from drinking beer, the woman, despite being completely drunk, still felt the urge to urinate. "Damn! My pussy's being ripped open so good, it even pees!"

Ah Sheng cursed inwardly. Before he could finish, he felt a gush of hot water gushing from deep inside the woman's pussy, spraying onto the back of his hand, then flowing like a stream down his wrist to the seat. In the chilly early morning, the urine seeping into the seat was still steaming. "Ugh, stinky pussy! It really peed."

He saw a large amount of yellowish urine suddenly gushing out from the swollen, everted pussy, where the previously white, pasty fluid had been mixed with the warm, strange sensation of it slapping against the back of his hand, accompanied by soft, gurgling sounds. Ah Sheng's hands didn't stop. His right hand was digging and scraping between the labia, which were overflowing with vaginal fluid and urine. He thought about how he had made this beautiful, slutty cunt a complete mess, reaching the height of debauchery. His wantonness was uncontrollable, and his glistening, red penis unconsciously spurted out a gush of white semen, which hit the "FORD"

sign in the center of the steering wheel. "Mmm... Oh!"

Whether it was the relief of urinating or the sting of the hot urine on her buttocks, the woman let out a pleasant sigh. Ah Sheng wiped the area around the steering wheel clean, then casually pulled out a stack of tissues and used them to absorb the moisture from the woman's buttocks. He thought to himself, "She's made my car smell awful; I can't do business now!" And this slutty woman's breasts were white and large, her vagina tight and hot. If he didn't take advantage of the situation and make her scream, sucking on those round, bulging nipples, he wouldn't be able to get revenge on the car. Thinking he absolutely had to have his way with her, Ah Sheng stepped on the gas and drove towards Maokong Mountain. Even today, Ah Sheng still savors the memory, feeling he did a great job! A brilliant job! I confided a little something to the college student when I got home early yesterday morning. He seemed to say "great value for

money," saying that even without the taxi fare and the cost of car detailing, it would still be worth it. He was incredibly envious that an old man like me could get a young girl's pussy

. He told me that next time I pick up a slut like that, I should take her to his dorm. "I'd do it even if it cost me money!" the college student said. Ha! Tsk! A young girl's pussy is truly amazing. Ah Sheng could sense that the woman's pussy yesterday was completely different from Ah Fang's. Ah Fang is already forty years old. He couldn't remember if Ah Fang's pussy was that small and tight when they first met. Probably not! Ten years ago, when he met Ah Fang, she was already thirty years old. Back then, Ah Sheng was ecstatic as long as a woman was willing to sleep with him. He didn't care if she was loose, tight, big, or small. But it probably couldn't be as amazing as a twenty-year-old woman's pussy! Yesterday, we found a secluded road on the mountain, hiding among the dark branches. Ah Sheng had the woman lie on the back seat, hoisting her white, smooth thighs onto his shoulders. Her wet, red vulva was wide open, facing him. "This vulva isn't dark at all!"

Ah Sheng exclaimed, wanting to lick between her labia, but the smell of urine made him hesitate. He pulled down his zipper and slowly inserted his hard penis between her swollen labia. "Oh...so smooth...so tight..."

His penis was firmly held by the warm, fleshy mass, and Ah Sheng felt incredibly good. He thrust his hairy buttocks back and forth, wondering how much fluid was inside, and what kind of fluid it was. Each thrust made a squelching sound, further fueling Ah Sheng's lust. Ah Sheng pulled the woman's full breasts out of her low-cut dress, her white breasts sticking out of the fabric. Her two round nipples, erect from the pleasure of being penetrated, looked like two bright red cherries.

He grasped her breasts with both hands, pinching, pulling, and kneading them with his fingers, ruining her once pinkish-white breasts until they were a deep red. His rotting penis was also busy, pushing and rubbing against the vaginal walls, making the woman moan incessantly. Completely drunk, she didn't care who was penetrating her; only her vaginal fluids flowed out like an incontinence.

As soon as Ah Sheng saw the woman's firm, smooth, and beautifully shaped pink buttocks, and the delicate labia next to her vulva, as tender as a baby's mouth, even after he had ejaculated, his penis would quickly become hard again. That night, Ah Sheng fucked her hard three times. When he was tired, he would hold the woman and rest against her soft breasts, smelling the strong smell of alcohol on her face followed by the pleasant scent of perfume. He would even stick out his tongue and explore her coffee-colored cherry lips. The woman was half asleep, and sometimes her small mouth would suck on Ah Sheng's tongue like she was nursing, making Ah Sheng feel a surreal feeling of being in love. He fucked her until his legs were sore and weak before he was willing to take her home. He pulled out his limp penis, wiping the semen that was still flowing from the woman's vulva on his hands. Ah Sheng couldn't help but feel proud. It had been a long time since he had done it four times in one night. Even twice was rare. In recent years, it was barely once a week. He was a pathetic man who only did it once every seven nights! He even braggarted with college students that he had sex every night and had never let Ah Fen sleep well. But actually... "Spring"

is Taiwanese for "having leftovers"! The woman had been with him for so long, her vagina had released a lot of fluid, yet she was still dead drunk, head down. No one knew how drunk she was; had she been drinking with the director of the Tobacco and Wine Monopoly Bureau? When asked where she lived, she only made muffled humming sounds through her nose. Finally, Ah-Sheng had no choice but to open her purse and look for her identification. After much effort, amidst a pile of lipsticks, eyeshadows, sanitary napkins, and other unidentified bottles and jars, he finally found her thin wallet. Hey! There it was! Her ID card—this slut's name was Ding Xiao-Li, born in 1968, really only twenty-one years old! Her registered address was Yuanlin Township, Changhua County. Oh no! Should he take her to Changhua? That wouldn't do! It would be dawn by then! Who would pick Ah-Fen up from work? Even though he'd slept with this slut several times, she wasn't really his woman; there was no need to be so frequent! Ah Sheng grabbed the woman's shoulders and shook her violently, hoping to wake her up, repeatedly asking where she lived. Finally, the woman slightly opened her blurry eyes and said intermittently, "You...you...you just take me to the parking lot at the tunnel entrance on Xinhai Road...drive...drive."

Ah Sheng dropped the woman off at the Xinhai Road parking lot, not caring if she might get hurt walking so shakily, and sped back to Xinzhuang to pick up Ah Fen from work. While waiting outside the factory, Ah Sheng painstakingly cleaned the velvet seats, which were covered in urine and vaginal fluid, and sprayed them with a strong, heavy air freshener. As soon as Ah Fen got into the car, she coughed violently, constantly complaining about Ah Sheng's antics, saying he'd sprayed the car like a red-light district. Recalling Ah Fen's coughing yesterday, an idiom suddenly flashed into Ah Sheng's mind: "Trying to cover up the truth only makes it more obvious

." Hey! Now even college students would be utterly defeated! After all, his casual chats with college students hadn't been in vain; his Chinese proficiency had indeed improved by leaps and bounds. It was only a little past night, and Ah-Sheng found a noodle stall for dinner. For a long time, Ah-Sheng had been dropping Ah-Fen off at her night shift before heading to work, stopping to eat wherever he saw something he liked along the way. The TV on the wall was showing what appeared to be ETTV's Jin Xiuli, reporting the news with an extremely serious expression. She was reporting on the Taipei police's raid the previous night. Ah-Sheng thought to himself, "I didn't expect Ma Ying-jeou to be getting tough like Chen Shui-bian." Business was going to be tough again. "Yesterday, Taipei City police conducted a surprise inspection of the sex industry in their jurisdiction. Dozens of military police officers entered the notorious XX Hotel in Zhongshan District, and caught 41 patrons and more than 20 scantily clad hostesses on the spot. As the hostesses tried to escape, one of them lost her footing and fell to her death from a fifth-floor window." "

Based on the items scattered on the ground, the police confirmed that the woman was surnamed Ding and hope that her family will contact the police as soon as possible."

The screen then turned to the hostess who fell to her death. Her body had been covered with a canvas, but her fair feet were visible, wearing a pair of yellow strappy high heels, and a glittering pure gold anklet made of Hello Kitty cats holding hands around her ankles. Ah Sheng recalled the pale, pink thighs that had been propped up on the back seat yesterday, and his face turned deathly pale. He nearly peed himself, dropped his chopsticks, pushed over the seat, and frantically rushed to the roadside ditch to vomit. He threw up everything he'd just eaten—the noodles, the lunch he'd had—until he was completely vomiting up stomach acid, his stomach practically turned inside out. "Damn it! This time I really hit the jackpot!"

After the mayor with the green flag stepped down, Ah Sheng's taxi business slowly improved. For the past four years, counting back to last year, picking up passengers late at night on the roads of this forest university wasn't easy. Only by calling on the radio or by sheer luck could he manage to pick up heavily made-up, drunken bar girls in the maze of alleyways. Ah Sheng liked to drive around brothel girls, even though Ah Fang herself came from a brothel background. But since marrying Ah Sheng, he no longer allowed her to wear heavy makeup or revealing clothes. To quote the college student next door, that's called "reformed," or "washing away the glamour," meaning she no longer had to let men touch her breasts or genitals for a few measly coins! "Hehe! Reformed."

Ah Sheng felt a surge of pleasure just thinking about it. The former brothel queen, adorned with gold and silver, now obediently worked in an electronics factory. When he came home at night, his warm genitals and plump breasts were all his own, no longer sharing a hole with anyone else. He was the only one so "reformed."

Only the truly fortunate have this privilege. Taiwanese university students are indeed knowledgeable, coming up with such elegant words. Actually, driving a hostess in a bar is a really exciting thing! Sometimes, just seeing their panties peeking out from under their tight skirts, seeing their large breasts almost bursting out, makes Ah-Sheng's penis incredibly hard, both numb and itchy. He really wants to drive while simultaneously rubbing his penis and masturbating. Some hostesses are even more ruthless; they don't even wear panties under their skirts. Once they get in the car, they lie on the seat like dead pigs, their legs spread wide, their vaginas practically bursting out to breathe. Sometimes Ah-Sheng's eyes almost pop out of their sockets from looking at them, wishing he could just drive up a mountain and have his way with them.

Actually, he's been driving a taxi for almost twelve years, and Ah-Sheng has slept with quite a few women; he can't just sleep with Ah-Fang! Last night, I took a short, horny girl to Maokong Mountain and fucked her hard. She screamed and cried, her vaginal fluids soaking the entire chair. We used up two boxes of tissues, and the velvet seats still smelled strongly of her vagina. I should have changed to leather seats. I wouldn't have had to nervously spray on thick air freshener before taking Ah Fang to her night shift this evening. Now, just smelling that vaginal odor makes my dick hard and I want to do bad things. Ah Sheng often thinks that many of the news reports about taxi thieves raping women are actually the fault of the prostitutes themselves, aren't they?

Take yesterday, for example. That horny girl was so drunk she didn't even know how many breasts she had. She mumbled a bunch of things as soon as she got in the car, and I couldn't tell which native language she was speaking. If I asked her again, she would only say that I was taking her home. Hey, teacher, I'm not your customer, how am I supposed to know where you live? "Just drive straight ahead on the main road and you'll get to my house."

After saying that, she slumped over and died drunk. Hey! This is Zhongshan North Road! Do you live near the Chiang Kai-shek Memorial Hall? Ah Sheng called her several times, but she just snored and didn't respond at all. Ah Sheng had encountered this situation before and had long since figured out several different ways to deal with it. For women who seemed cheap, it was best to just kick them out of the car to avoid losing money. If the woman was well-dressed and smelled wonderful, Ah Sheng would drive her around in circles, blasting the air conditioning, tuning the radio to iPod Touch, and blasting her with fast-paced, loud music the whole way. Or he'd make a few sharp turns or brake suddenly, so she'd either wake up or get bruised and battered. Yesterday's slut was one of those latter types. She wore a tight yellow dress, the fabric shiny and looking expensive. The leather of her bag was exactly the same as the belt Ah Fang had given him for his birthday. Ah Fang said that such a small belt cost two thousand dollars, so how could a bag ten times that size cost less than ten thousand? So Ah Sheng figured this slut couldn't be cheap, and he figured he'd keep driving. He closed the door and drove along Zhongshan North Road to Zhongshan South Road and then to the top of Roosevelt Road, thinking the longer he drove, the more he'd earn. "Hey! Miss, where are you going?"

Ah Sheng would call out to her whenever he had a spare moment along the way. If he called a little louder, the woman would moan and whine in her sleep, begging him not to disturb her. Ah Sheng was afraid he'd end up at a new shop, but he couldn't help trying to wake her. While driving, Ah Sheng glanced at the woman in the rearview mirror. She had a small, soft face, looked to be in her early twenties, with a straight nose, brown lipstick, and pinkish-yellow eyeshadow that sparkled. He wondered why someone so pretty was out there making a living.

His niece was about the same age and didn't even know how to do makeup, just stayed in her room playing on the computer, while this slut had slept with countless men. And she was lying there so comfortably! She lay on her side in the back seat, a pair of yellow strappy high heels casually placed on the seat beneath her white thigh. A glittering pure gold anklet adorned her beautiful ankle, made of tiny Hello Kitty figures holding hands – it looked incredibly expensive. Her tight dress bunched up around her buttocks, revealing a thin yellow silk panty clinging to her bright red vulva, some parts damp and almost transparent, shimmering with a wanton, lewd aura. It was impossible to see clearly in the rearview mirror, so at red lights, Ah Sheng turned around and pretended to call out to her a few times, taking the opportunity to peek at her vulva through the panty. "Hey, teacher! Isn't this asking your dad to fuck you?"

Ah Sheng's penis was aroused, like an iron rod, threatening to hit the steering wheel if he wasn't careful. Thinking he wouldn't be unlucky enough to run into a police checkpoint, he decided to let his aching penis breathe, taking advantage of the red light to give it a good rub. "Phew! That felt so good."

His reddened penis, like a spring, sprang straight up from his crotch, and Ah Sheng let out a long sigh of relief. He encountered another red light ahead. Even though it was past 3 a.m., Ah Sheng obediently stopped the car. He was the only car on the six-lane road, so he could park as long as he wanted. He reclined the seat slightly and reached his right hand towards the snoring woman's vulva. Wow! Touching that soft vulva through the slippery silk panties was incredibly erotic. His middle finger traced the fleshy cleft, feeling its slightly wet and slippery texture, with two plump mounds of flesh bulging beside it. Ah Sheng's left hand rubbed his penis until it bubbled, while his right hand rubbed harder and harder, forcing the woman's thin panties into her vulva. A large patch of her hairy labia majora was covered, and a full knuckle was submerged in the sticky, lustful fluid. His lust burned fiercely, almost becoming a raging inferno. "Ugh... Mr. Zhang... don't touch my... pussy... please!"

The woman, though drunk, still felt a strange pleasure from having her pussy touched, moaning in her sleep. Seeing that he was raping her with his fingers, she didn't resist. Ah Sheng pulled up her soaked panties and inserted his middle finger into her wet pussy. "Hiss... Oh..."

Feeling something hard entering her pussy, the woman exhaled with pleasure. Ah Sheng slightly bent his finger, the flesh scraping against the vaginal wall, digging hard into her reddened pussy. Slowly, streams of milky white, bubbly pussy fluid flowed from the opening, wetting the gray velvet chair cover along her buttocks. As Ah Sheng's finger penetrated, the woman's full labia would tremble slightly, making Ah Sheng wonder if she was actually asleep. "Ugh... I... I... I need to pee... I'm dying of urgency!"

Probably from drinking beer, the woman, despite being completely drunk, still felt the urge to urinate. "Damn! My pussy's being ripped open so good, it even pees!"

Ah Sheng cursed inwardly. Before he could finish, he felt a gush of hot water gushing from deep inside the woman's pussy, spraying onto the back of his hand, then flowing like a stream down his wrist to the seat. In the chilly early morning, the urine seeping into the seat was still steaming. "Ugh, stinky pussy! It really peed."

He saw a large amount of yellowish urine suddenly gushing out from the swollen, everted pussy, where the previously white, pasty fluid had been mixed with the warm, strange sensation of it slapping against the back of his hand, accompanied by soft, gurgling sounds. Ah Sheng's hands didn't stop. His right hand was digging and scraping between the wet, swollen labia, making a squelching sound. He thought about how he'd made this beautiful, horny cunt a complete mess, utterly depraved. His wanton desires were uncontrollable, and his glistening, red penis unconsciously ejaculated, hitting the "FORD"

sign on the steering wheel. "Mmm...oh!"

The woman let out a sigh of relief, whether from the relief of urinating or from the heat of the urine on her buttocks. Ah Sheng wiped the area around the steering wheel clean, then casually pulled out a stack of tissues and used them to absorb the moisture from the woman's buttocks. He thought to himself, "She's made my car smelly and stinky; I can't do business now!" This slut's breasts were white and big, and her pussy was tight and hot. If he didn't take the opportunity to fuck her until she screamed and sucked on her round, bulging nipples, he wouldn't be able to get revenge for the car. He figured he had to have his way with her. Ah Sheng stepped on the gas and drove towards Maokong Mountain. Even today, Ah Sheng still savors the experience, thinking he did a great job! He told a college student a little bit about it when he got home early yesterday morning. The student seemed to say "worth every

penny," saying that even if he didn't charge the taxi fare and added the cost of car detailing, it would still be worth it. He was incredibly envious that an old man like him could have sex with a young girl's pussy. He said that next time he picked up a slut like this, he should remember to take her to his dorm, "I'd do it even if it cost me money!"

"That's what the college student said, ha! Tsk! A young woman's pussy is absolutely amazing!" Ah Sheng could feel that the woman's pussy yesterday was completely different from Ah Fang's. Ah Fang was already forty years old. He couldn't remember if Ah Fang's pussy was that small and tight when they first met. Probably not! Ten years ago, when he met Ah Fang, she was already thirty years old. Back then, Ah Sheng was ecstatic as long as a woman was willing to sleep with him. He didn't care if she was loose, tight, big, or small. But it probably couldn't be as amazing as a twenty-year-old woman's pussy! Yesterday, we found a secluded road on the mountain, hiding among the dark branches. Ah Sheng had the woman lie on the back seat, hoisting her white, smooth thighs onto his shoulders. Her wet, red vulva was wide open, facing him. "This vulva isn't dark at all!"

Ah Sheng exclaimed, wanting to lick between her labia, but the smell of urine made him hesitate. He pulled down his zipper and slowly inserted his hard penis between her swollen labia. "Oh...so smooth...so tight..."

His penis was firmly held by the warm, fleshy mass, and Ah Sheng felt incredibly good. He thrust his hairy buttocks back and forth, wondering how much fluid was inside, and what kind of fluid it was. Each thrust made a squelching sound, further fueling Ah Sheng's lust. Ah Sheng pulled the woman's full breasts out of her low-cut dress, her white breasts sticking out of the fabric. Her two round nipples, erect from the pleasure of being penetrated, looked like two bright red cherries.

He grasped her breasts with both hands, pinching, pulling, and kneading them with his fingers, ruining her once pinkish-white breasts until they were a deep red. His rotting penis was also busy, pushing and rubbing against the vaginal walls, making the woman moan incessantly. Completely drunk, she didn't care who was penetrating her; only her vaginal fluids flowed out like an incontinence.

As soon as Ah Sheng saw the woman's firm, smooth, and beautifully shaped pink buttocks, and the delicate labia next to her vulva, as tender as a baby's mouth, even after he had ejaculated, his penis would quickly become hard again. That night, Ah Sheng fucked her hard three times. When he was tired, he would hold the woman and rest against her soft breasts, smelling the strong smell of alcohol on her face followed by the pleasant scent of perfume. He would even stick out his tongue and explore her coffee-colored cherry lips. The woman was half asleep, and sometimes her small mouth would suck on Ah Sheng's tongue like she was nursing, making Ah Sheng feel a surreal feeling of being in love. He fucked her until his legs were sore and weak before he was willing to take her home. He pulled out his limp penis, wiping the semen that was still flowing from the woman's vulva on his hands. Ah Sheng couldn't help but feel proud. It had been a long time since he had done it four times in one night. Even twice was rare. In recent years, it was barely once a week. He was a pathetic man who only did it once every seven nights! He even braggarted with college students that he had sex every night and had never let Ah Fen sleep well. But actually... "Spring"

is Taiwanese for "having leftovers"! The woman had been with him for so long, her vagina had released a lot of fluid, yet she was still dead drunk, head down. No one knew how drunk she was; had she been drinking with the director of the Tobacco and Wine Monopoly Bureau? When asked where she lived, she only made muffled humming sounds through her nose. Finally, Ah-Sheng had no choice but to open her purse and look for her identification. After much effort, amidst a pile of lipsticks, eyeshadows, sanitary napkins, and other unidentified bottles and jars, he finally found her thin wallet. Hey! There it was! Her ID card—this slut's name was Ding Xiao-Li, born in 1968, really only twenty-one years old! Her registered address was Yuanlin Township, Changhua County. Oh no! Should he take her to Changhua? That wouldn't do! It would be dawn by then! Who would pick Ah-Fen up from work? Even though he'd slept with this slut several times, she wasn't really his woman; there was no need to be so frequent! Ah Sheng grabbed the woman's shoulders and shook her violently, hoping to wake her up, repeatedly asking where she lived. Finally, the woman slightly opened her blurry eyes and said intermittently, "You...you...you just take me to the parking lot at the tunnel entrance on Xinhai Road...drive...drive."

Ah Sheng dropped the woman off at the Xinhai Road parking lot, not caring if she might get hurt walking so shakily, and sped back to Xinzhuang to pick up Ah Fen from work. While waiting outside the factory, Ah Sheng painstakingly cleaned the velvet seats, which were covered in urine and vaginal fluid, and sprayed them with a strong, heavy air freshener. As soon as Ah Fen got into the car, she coughed violently, constantly complaining about Ah Sheng's antics, saying he'd sprayed the car like a red-light district. Recalling Ah Fen's coughing yesterday, an idiom suddenly flashed into Ah Sheng's mind: "Trying to cover up the truth only makes it more obvious

." Hey! Now even college students would be utterly defeated! After all, his casual chats with college students hadn't been in vain; his Chinese proficiency had indeed improved by leaps and bounds. It was only a little past night, and Ah-Sheng found a noodle stall for dinner. For a long time, Ah-Sheng had been dropping Ah-Fen off at her night shift before heading to work, stopping to eat wherever he saw something he liked along the way. The TV on the wall was showing what appeared to be ETTV's Jin Xiuli, reporting the news with an extremely serious expression. She was reporting on the Taipei police's raid the previous night. Ah-Sheng thought to himself, "I didn't expect Ma Ying-jeou to be getting tough like Chen Shui-bian." Business was going to be tough again. "Yesterday, Taipei City police conducted a surprise inspection of the sex industry in their jurisdiction. Dozens of military police officers entered the notorious XX Hotel in Zhongshan District, and caught 41 patrons and more than 20 scantily clad hostesses on the spot. As the hostesses tried to escape, one of them lost her footing and fell to her death from a fifth-floor window." "

Based on the items scattered on the ground, the police confirmed that the woman was surnamed Ding and hope that her family will contact the police as soon as possible."

The screen then turned to the hostess who fell to her death. Her body had been covered with a canvas, but her fair feet were visible, wearing a pair of yellow strappy high heels, and a glittering pure gold anklet made of Hello Kitty cats holding hands around her ankles. Ah Sheng remembered the pale, pink thighs that had been propped up on the back seat yesterday, and his face turned deathly pale. He nearly peed himself, dropped his chopsticks, pushed over the seat, and frantically ran to the roadside ditch to vomit. He threw up everything he'd just eaten—the noodles, the lunch he'd had—until he was completely emptied of stomach acid, his stomach practically turned inside out. "Damn it! This time I've really been cursed!"

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