It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that Zhao An finally shivered and climbed off Rebecca's body. His kisses covered the woman's neck, and her large, white breasts were bruised and purple from being squeezed vigorously.
Her two dark labia majora were twisted and twisted from the fucking, their limbs protruding outward. Her vaginal opening had been left with an egg-sized hole, a trickle of thick, white semen pooling at the opening without spilling out.
Rebecca had been fucked so hard she'd passed out. She'd wanted Zhao An to use a condom, but the penetration had completely overwhelmed her, so completely overwhelmed that she barely had the energy to clean up after being ejaculated inside. She had no idea that Zhao An could get her pregnant at any time if he chose!
Zhao An cleaned up, took a leisurely shower, and straightened his clothes before leaving. He had already branded Rebecca a figure he'd used as a springboard to get famous European and American actresses into his bed, so he could enjoy the thrill of riding a big horse. Feel what it's like to penetrate the cunt of some female celebrity with millions of fans—wouldn't it be incredibly exciting?!
Rebecca slept until the afternoon and woke up feeling groggy. She touched her belly; it was still incredibly swollen, still stagnant with the semen from the man's ejaculation.
"Damn! He actually shot so much inside me, that bastard!"
She lit a cigarette, leaned against the bed, and smoked. Then she laughed again. "Who's this man? He made me feel so good. I'm not afraid to do it again next time!"
She picked up her phone and was surprised to find a text message about a transfer. It wasn't much, just 50,000 yuan, which was more than enough. There was also a message asking her to go through the job application process and prepare her credentials for appearing on camera.
Reading the message, Rebecca remained silent for a moment. Naked, she walked over to her computer, turned it on, and began searching online, trying to find information about Zhao An. She couldn't find any specific information about his background, only information about his singing career. It seemed like he was a young and talented boss overseas. Even Twitter was planning to discuss live streaming technology with him, preparing to broadcast live on Twitter.
"Who's this Zhao An?" Rebecca put out her cigarette, completely baffled. She was sitting naked on a chair, her perfect curves and the expression on her face—if Zhao An saw her, he'd probably pin her down and continue.
Thinking of this, Rebecca picked up the phone and called her cousin for help.
In another city, in a three-story villa, a woman with incredibly fair skin, so pale it could make your heart race, answered the phone. She was practicing in ballet attire, performing a breathtaking split. Her resilience was incredible. A woman with such a perfect figure was truly a stunning beauty, not to mention her beautiful face tinged with a touch of aloofness.
"What's going on?"
"Please help me check on someone named Zhao An. He's overseas. It seems he's acquired a comics company and a gaming company," Rebecca explained, sharing her doubts. She had no choice but to rely on this relative. Though younger and prettier than her, she was very proud and intelligent. She was a good ballet dancer and a strong student, and she was rumored to be getting into university.
"Okay, I'll check it out for you when I have time. I'm practicing dancing, so that's all for now. By the way, how's your divorce?" The charming dancer practiced her splits while talking on the phone, unfazed.
"It's already been divorced. Last night. Forget it, let's not talk about it. Just help me sort it out as soon as you have time. Zhao An asked me to join his company last night and go on a shoot overseas. I don't know if he's capable, and I don't know how he found me," Rebecca said truthfully. She could only rely on her cousin. She didn't want to bother her unless it was necessary. After all, their relationship wasn't very good. She herself didn't know why she'd ended up having sex with Zhao An last night after just a few words, and even gotten creampied without a condom. It was truly bizarre.
Meanwhile, Zhao An embraced his mother and kissed her. Today, he'd accompany her to some scenic spots, to relax and unwind, like a honeymoon.
"Aren't you busy with company matters today?" His mother wore light makeup. Actually, she didn't have to; it was just a woman's nature to dress up before going out.
"No, I finished yesterday. I don't want to be constrained by work; I just want to focus on the big picture. Forget about the makeup, Mom. You're already beautiful after all my caressing." Zhao An chuckled lewdly, patting his mother's hips. His mother looked truly beautiful today. She wore a fashionable black dress, revealing a pair of pristine white legs in strappy high heels. Her ten slender toes were adorned like gemstones. Just one look at them made him want to take them in his mouth.
His mother blushed at the gaze. "Silly, what are you looking at? You look at me every day, aren't you tired of it?"
"You're my wife, I never get tired of looking at you. Mom, I want to fuck you!" Zhao An, somewhat distracted, grabbed his mother's large breasts. Last night's night out, and even the immediate sprint to seed in a foreign ocean hadn't affected his recovery, and his libido remained surging.
His mother gave Zhao An a coquettish look. "Let's talk about it tonight, not during the day. Come on, I've got my makeup done." She didn't want to be drained of energy during the day, which would leave her weak and exhausted all day. It would be better to have a good fuck in the evening, then go to bed afterward, and sleep more soundly.
The two walked hand in hand along the pedestrian street, occasionally stopping into clothing stores.
Zhao Xinlei was also a woman, and she enjoyed shopping for clothes. However, she didn't choose clothes for herself; instead, she picked out clothes for her son.
"Winter's coming. I'll buy you a down jacket. Do you prefer black or blue?" His mother compared the jacket to Zhao An's. Being both a mother and a wife was a busy job.
Looking at his mother, an air of virtuous kindness washed over him, making Zhao An feel a little ashamed. His mother was still very kind to him. Beyond her carnal desires, she still had deep feelings for him and cared deeply about his well-being. It was a bit too great. Is this how all mothers are? With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?