The old man's young wife

Ding Ting's appearance was undeniably that of a vixen. At seventeen, her classmates nicknamed her "Mistress," simply because of her face: a high, firm nose, slightly full but incredibly alluring lips, and especially those large, expressive phoenix eyes beneath her double eyelids. In the eyes of her elders, she was the epitome of a promiscuous, lustful woman.

After turning twenty, the more mature Ding Ting became even more alluring and seductive, and then she actually became a mistress—the mistress of her best friend's husband.

Although unaware of this fact, Old Zhang could tell that this wasn't a virtuous wife and mother, but a vixen reincarnated, wicked slut. His thick, fully inserted penis constantly felt the boundless passion emanating from the tender flesh of the young woman's vagina. He proudly swayed his aged, withered body, unexpectedly discovering a continuous flow of vitality emanating from his aging frame. Head tilted back, hands encircling her from behind, gripping her breasts tightly, responding to the once high and mighty vixen's burning passion with the intense pleasure from the friction of his penis against her vagina. His

rough tongue roamed over her smooth, white back, kissing her silky skin, enjoying the warm, tight vagina, and the unbearable pleasure of conquering the young, beautiful urban professional woman beneath him.

"Ugh...ugh...oh!...ah...oh...ah...oh!"

The intense pleasure made Ding Ting unrestrained, no longer trying to suppress her silence. Her seductive, passionate cries made Old Zhang thrust harder and deeper with each stroke.

The first kiss of the night between his glans and her soft cervix caused Ding Ting, wearing high heels, to lose her balance. Fortunately, the old man's strong hands gripped her slender waist tightly, and she stumbled, her right leg taking a small step forward to maintain her balance.

Another heavy blow to the depths of the urban woman's vagina, and her long left leg took another step forward.

Left, right, left, right, left, right…

Old Zhang, seemingly finding pleasure in his sixties, drove the tall, beautiful woman with each thrust. He gripped Ding Ting's slender arms tightly, fucking this young, fashionable, and stunningly beautiful urban slut as he walked, as if he were driving an oxcart to plow a field. It seemed that fucking a woman was no different from farming—just sowing seeds!

Ding Ting, already deeply immersed in the vortex of lust, offered no resistance. Instead, she enjoyed the humiliation. Any thoughts of shame were immediately shattered by the pleasure of sex; all other thoughts were futile.

It was a small three-bedroom apartment. Old Zhang drove his "beauty carriage," slowly walking out of the bedroom while making love.

"Little Ding, your apartment is really beautiful… much cleaner than ours in the countryside!"

Old Zhang ravaged Ding Ting's soft body without restraint, his rapid piston-like movements sometimes slowing down, but the rhythm suddenly increasing.

"Everything in the city is clean, even the women are clean..."

The old man looked around, his penis throbbing and probing. "Your white breasts...and your white ass...and your little cunt...all clean!"

Old Zhang used his hard, burning-hot penis to pry open the young woman, who was taller than him, all the way to the sofa in the living room.

Ding Ting thought the old man would change his position and move to the sofa, but unexpectedly, Old Zhang suddenly stopped, pointing to the huge floor porcelain next to the sofa and exclaiming, "Wow! My goodness! How can this thing be so big!"

"What is this?"

"It's an antique...you wouldn't understand..."

"What do you mean I don't understand..."

Old Zhang seemed to be suddenly ignited with anger, and his penis pounded into Ding Ting even more violently. "You city folks just love to put on airs... We country folk are so honest, our bowls are all white, no fancy decorations."

"I may not have much education, but I've still been an intellectual, haven't I? I even slept with a female teacher from Shanghai! Women are just like farmland, and we country men are best at farming... But she's an intellectual, and you're just a slut... a whore... I'll fuck you to death, you little whore!"

"Such a pretty girl, why did she have to be a whore..."

Ding Ting suppressed her resentment and pain. At this moment, compared to real pleasure, her fragile dignity was worthless.

Ding Ting was "fucked" into the study by Old Zhang. Seeing the room full of books, Old Zhang was stunned once again.

"Wow! You've read so many books! How come you're so cultured?"

"Hmm... what's the use of reading so many books..."

"I'm a rough man, my thing is rough... but I can still fuck you bookish young ladies until you're completely subdued! I, Old Zhang, have not only fucked female teachers, but today I've also fucked a female college student from the city!"

After saying this, Old Zhang gave her another hard thrust, brimming with pride. Who knew that this time, he really "knocked her down"! As soon as the old man loosened his grip, Ding Ting's legs went weak, and her knees slammed heavily onto the floor, her once alluring eyes now filled with confusion.

"Why are you city women so easily fucked!"

Seeing Old Zhang's reproachful expression, Ding Ting struggled to stand up, but unexpectedly, the old man lifted one of her long legs, and his manhood, which had just taken a breath of fresh air, greedily entered the peach blossom spring of the twenty-six-year-old woman once again. What followed was an even more frenzied scene—the two began a deep kiss face to face, and then Ding Ting's graceful legs, seemingly defying gravity, coiled around the old man's body. Her tender, muddy vulva repeatedly devoured the man's genitals. The old man's hands firmly supported the woman's white buttocks, and the height difference placed him directly in front of Ding Ting's breasts. Without hesitation, he selected one nipple that had popped out of her fishnet stockings and began to greedily suckle.

Pleasure spread from the depths of her vagina and her nipples. Ding Ting tilted her slender, white neck back, her arms tightly wrapped around the old man's neck, her mind blank.

Despite her slender, bony figure, Ding Ting, at 1.73 meters tall, weighed over 100 kilograms. However, for Old Zhang, a seasoned farmer, lifting the tall woman with his strong arms was no problem at all. Not only that, Old Zhang once again staged his "walking and fucking" spectacle, vigorously fucking Ding Ting while carrying her back to the bedroom…

The two bodies, one old and one young, one dark-skinned and one fair-skinned, one short and one tall, one ugly and one beautiful, collided, squeezed, and mingled violently…

Summer is perhaps the most vibrant season in this land. For elders like Old Zhou, seeing children on holiday in the streets and alleys, eagerly awaiting the birth of Jia Li's unborn child, is indeed the most moving season.

Lately, he has been quite busy, not only taking care of his pregnant daughter-in-law at home, but also repeatedly dealing with his son's fraud and embezzlement cases, handling matters with lawyers and judges.

The son, Zhou Jianpeng, and daughter-in-law, Jia Li, have finally officially divorced. The daughter-in-law will no longer be implicated in her son's case and can focus on her pregnancy. Next is the sentencing of Zhou Jianpeng. Judge Zhang has personally informed him that there is hope of reducing the sentence to around twenty to thirty years imprisonment. The lawyer and prosecutor are also actively cooperating. It seems money and power are truly powerful things.

Women are also truly powerful things. Judge Zhang's success must be due to Ding Ting serving Old Zhang well. Today, I'll go and test the waters to see how things are going so I can plan my next move. I'll also advise Ding Ting to be more patient.

Knocking on the door, Ding Ting greets me. Seeing it's Old Zhou, a slightly fawning smile appears on her fair, rosy face, but she looks somewhat haggard.

Old Zhang was lounging on the living room sofa, enjoying the visual feast brought by Ding Ting's 60-inch Samsung high-definition plasma TV. The sofa he was sitting on was imported Scandinavian furniture—all purchased with money embezzled by Zhou Jianpeng—or rather, obtained through corruption.

Old Zhou's feelings were somewhat complicated. Upon seeing him, Old Zhang acted naturally: "Brother, what brings you here! Come on! Sit down!"

He acted as if he were the master of the house.

The exquisite decoration, the sophisticated furniture and appliances, and the young and charming model hostess truly belonged entirely to this old man from the countryside who had only moved to the city last year.

"Hey bro, why haven't you been playing chess lately?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I bet you've been hopelessly addicted to this 'gentle paradise' lately."

"Hehe, bro, you know what? I think this city is really great, so great that I don't want to go back!"

"Hmph, you wish! You know this house is embezzled property! The government will confiscate it!"

"What? Confiscated? Then this woman..."

Old Zhang couldn't help but glance at Ding Ting in the kitchen, "The government can't confiscate my woman, can they..."

"What do you mean, your woman..."

Old Zhou was both amused and annoyed, and didn't know how to continue.

She also looked at Ding Ting, who was wearing an office lady's dress and was silently cooking in the kitchen. Perhaps for her, just like ordinary people going to work, serving Old Zhang was the only way to survive.

"Tiger, your son's only brought you here for a few months. He'll be moving out later to a bigger place, and I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

"What do I need a bigger place for? This place is fine, I'm comfortable here! Come on, Xiao Ding, make my brother a good pot of tea!" He adopted

the air of a male head of the household again.

Ding Ting moved back and forth silently, her thoughts unknown.

"Next round?"

"Okay...one more round."

After a brief silence and hesitation, Old Zhou agreed.

In no time, Old Zhou, his mind filled with distractions, was utterly defeated.

Unwilling to give up, in the second round, Ding Ting sat next to Old Zhang, serving him tea and water like a wife serving her husband, massaging his shoulders and back. Old Zhang didn't hold back, even brazenly slipping his hand under Ding Ting's OL skirt and groping her. Both were distracted, but Old Zhou still lost badly.

Old Zhou truly felt sorry for Ding Ting, seeing her give herself to an old farmer like Old Zhang. He could no longer see the vibrant charm and radiance she once possessed in her eyes. Yet, at the same time, he felt admiration for this young woman. After all, there were still many assets in the house that hadn't been transferred to Ding Ting's name yet. Perhaps she really did this because of her love for Zhou Jianpeng?

Old Zhou wasn't ignorant—of love, deception, ethics, and the ways of the world.

Hurried to get home to cook dinner, he hadn't gone far when he heard Ding Ting's high-pitched scream, a lewd and seductive laugh.

Old Zhou shook his head, smiled bitterly, and walked down the stairs, suddenly remembering that it had been a long time since he'd used his daughter-in-law Jia Li's charming and alluring cherry lips.

His steps became light and cheerful.

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