Hong Yilan's cheek was pressed tightly against Huang Mao's rough crotch. The pungent, urine-like odor was like an airtight net, wrapping her tightly and making her feel suffocated. Her mind was blank, as if all her senses were sealed off, leaving only endless humiliation and nausea. She wanted to escape, to break free from this nightmare, but Huang Mao's hand was like an iron clamp, holding her head firmly, making her unable to move.
"Tastes good, huh? Next, it's time to taste the flavor." Huang Mao's voice sounded above her head, with a disgusting mockery.
Hong Yilan's heart sank suddenly. Taste it? What else does he want her to do? Could it be...
"With your lips, kiss it." Huang Mao continued, his tone full of anticipation and excitement. "First kiss the glans, then the shaft, and finally those two precious balls. Remember, be gentle, be careful, let me feel your passion."
Hong Yilan's body trembled violently. Kiss? She has to kiss that dirty cock? And kiss those two stinky testicles? This is simply unbelievable! She would rather die immediately than do such a despicable thing. Her lips, once a symbol of her pride, adorned with the most expensive lipstick, and the words she spoke could sway the economic lifeline of the entire Shanghai. And now, she has to use them to kiss a lowly man's genitals?
She closed her eyes tightly, tears streaming uncontrollably. She wanted to refuse, but Huang Mao suddenly tightened his grip, squeezing her neck so hard that she couldn't make a sound.
"Don't think about playing any tricks." Huang Mao's tone turned cold and dangerous. "You have no choice now. Either do as I say, or I'll release those photos. Choose for yourself."
Hong Yilan's body stiffened. She knew Huang Mao wasn't joking. He really would do it. For her son, for her family, she had to endure, she had to compromise.
She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze empty and desperate. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her violently beating heart. Then, little by little, she raised her head and fixed her gaze on Huang Mao's thick, fleshy rod.
It was an ugly and grotesque thing, its purplish-red glans exposed to the air, emitting an unpleasant, fishy odor. Its surface was covered with fine wrinkles and some unknown grime. Hong Yilan suppressed her nausea and slowly brought it closer to her lips.
Her lips, painted with bright red lipstick, formed a sharp contrast with the dark and rough fleshy rod. Bright red and filthy black, smooth and wrinkled, noble and base, were ruthlessly kneaded together at this moment.
She gently touched the glans, a warm and moist sensation with a nauseating fishy smell. She felt nauseous, almost unable to stop herself from vomiting. But she knew she couldn't vomit, she had to endure.
Slowly, she parted her lips and took that ugly glans into her mouth.
"Mmm..."
A suppressed moan escaped her throat. It was pain, humiliation, and despair.
Huang Mao smiled contentedly. He enjoyed this feeling, enjoyed watching the once high and mighty queen whimper beneath him. He reached out a hand and gently caressed Hong Yilan's delicate cheek, feeling the softness and smoothness of her skin.
"Good girl, just like that, lick slowly," Huang Mao said softly, his tone as gentle as if he were coaxing a little girl.
Hong Yilan closed her eyes tightly, trying to suppress her emotions. She gently licked the glans with the tip of her tongue, feeling its rough surface and the strong, fishy smell. Her mind was blank, she couldn't think of anything, didn't want to do anything, she was just mechanically repeating this action.
She first gently licked the glans, then the entire shaft, and finally the two heavy testicles. Her movements were slow and stiff, without a trace of skill or passion, just to fulfill Huang Mao's orders, to protect her son and her family.
The red lipstick left bright marks on Huang Mao's dark lower body, like enchanting flowers blooming in a swamp, full of irony and sorrow. Those bright red marks were not just the color of lipstick, but also a symbol of Hong Yilan's dignity and pride being trampled on.
Huang Mao watched Hong Yilan's movements, and his desire for conquest was greatly satisfied. He hadn't expected that this aloof queen would so obediently follow his orders, performing oral sex on him. He felt waves of excitement, as if he had conquered the whole world.
He lowered his head, looking at Hong Yilan's delicate and pained face, and a strange pleasure welled up in his heart. He knew that she must be extremely humiliated and in pain right now. But he didn't care, he just wanted to enjoy the taste of conquest.
"Open your mouth," Huang Mao suddenly said, his tone becoming rough, "Take it in, use your throat, and serve me well."
Hong Yilan's body jolted suddenly. She hadn't expected that Huang Mao would make such a shameless request. Use her throat... wouldn't that mean...?
Her lips trembled as she wanted to refuse, but Huang Mao tightened his grip on her neck again, squeezing it tightly.
"I'll say it one more time, open your mouth." Huang Mao's tone turned cold and dangerous. "Don't force my hand."
Fear and despair filled Hong Yilan's eyes. She knew that there was no turning back. She could only do what the blonde guy said, otherwise, everything she had would be destroyed.
She took a deep breath and slowly opened her lips.
The blonde guy smiled contentedly. He grabbed Hong Yilan's hair and roughly forced her head down towards his crotch.
That thick, fleshy rod ruthlessly invaded Hong Yilan's mouth.
"Mmm..."
A stifled moan escaped from Hong Yilan's throat. She felt waves of nausea and retching, but she forced herself not to vomit.
That cock was huge and thick, almost filling her entire mouth. Her tongue was squeezed, unable to move, only passively enduring this sudden invasion.
Huang Mao looked at Hong Yilan's pained expression, his heart filled with a morbid pleasure. He thrust his hips forcefully, pushing the cock further down her throat.
"Suck hard, use your throat, serve me well!" he ordered rudely, his tone full of bestiality.
Hong Yilan's body trembled violently. She felt a suffocating sensation rising in her chest, as if this thick cock was blocking her breath. She tried to break free, but Huang Mao's hand pressed firmly on her head, making her unable to move.
She had never experienced anything like this before, she never thought that one day she would use her mouth to serve a man. Her mind was blank, and all her consciousness was overwhelmed by this sudden stimulation.
This was the first time she had ever given a blowjob in her life.
She still couldn't believe that everything happening was real. She had always thought of herself as a queen on high, in control of her own life. But now, she was like a puppet, being manipulated by a lowly man.
The blonde man looked down at Hong Yilan, who was kneeling in front of him, diligently performing oral sex, and his heart was filled with the pleasure of conquest. He looked at her delicate and pained face, at her eyes filled with humiliation and despair, and a strange excitement surged in his heart.
He knew that he had completely conquered her. He had turned this queen on high into his slave.
He gripped Hong Yilan's hair tightly, thrusting his hips forcefully, feeling the warmth and wetness from her mouth.
"Ah...so good...so good..." He let out a low moan, letting his desire be released wantonly in Hong Yilan's mouth.