Zhao Fei bit her lip lightly, raising her long, beautiful legs to wrap around Zhao An's waist, gently thrusting in and out. They made love while kissing, the movements gentle, yet the pleasure was incredibly stimulating. Zhao Fei's heart was filled with love; no matter what kind of person Zhao An would become, she would blindly pursue him. What did it matter if mother and daughter were fucked together? After her daughter was born, she would deflower the child's father, Zhao An, at her coming-of-age ceremony.
When love reaches its limit, nothing is surprising for Zhao An. Love makes people blind, whether man or woman.
The other women, seeing Zhao Fei's treatment, felt a pang of envy. Although there was some jealousy, there were no malicious thoughts; with a little effort, they too could achieve such treatment.
*Splat! Splat! Splat!* Their intercourse wasn't intense; Zhao Fei was too excited, her vaginal fluids flowing continuously, resulting in particularly loud and erotic sounds during thrusting.
"Oh...husband...you're so good...ah...such a big cock...it's killing me...ah...be gentle...ah...mmm...you're so good...so strong...so thick...ah...so good...it feels so good to be fucked...I want to be fucked by my husband for the rest of my life...ah...I want it in the next life too!" Zhao Fei excitedly hugged Zhao An, experiencing the ultimate in sex and the happiness of love with this young man. Her vagina tightened in waves, gripping Zhao An with unparalleled comfort. "Husband, shoot it into me!"
"Okay, my sexy wife!" Zhao An increased his speed, fucking Zhao Fei hard for ten minutes in a standing position. The semen he had just produced didn't stay in the eggs for long before being expelled. The thick semen was once again shot into the woman's hot honey hole, where there was already a fertilized egg, and no more ovulation would occur. The semen would act as nutrition to accelerate the baby's development, thus shortening the pregnancy time, resulting in a healthier and smarter child, and even improving the mother's constitution.
The "sexual god" status granted by the system wasn't a joke; it truly allowed one to become a god through continuous sex!
The female bodyguards pushed in the food carts, and the female employees, all naked, went to collect their meals. They were starving; although each person only had sex for five minutes, it felt like two hours. They were exhausted and needed to recover.
The finance and human resources departments were closed today; all the women were accompanying Zhao An in his lewd pleasure.
They all saw the 200,000 yuan transfer notification on their phones—money rewards for them. In other words, it was payment for their services. They had only been prostitutes once, prostitutes who could only serve Zhao An!
The entire office building was brightly lit all night, and Zhao An was constantly having sex with women. Over thirty female employees, tall and short, thin and plump—every type imaginable.
A married office worker, covering her mouth, stood beside her desk, her sexy high heels shimmering. Naked, her buttocks raised to meet Zhao An's thrusts, several hickeys already etched on her breasts. If her husband saw her at home, he would surely know she was cheating. Now, not only was she being violated by Zhao An, but she was also making a phone call at his command. "Husband... um... I won't work overtime tonight... um... ah... I have to work overtime... I won't be coming home..."
The surge of pleasure rendered the married office worker speechless, her words broken and fragmented. She could feel the penis inside her grow even larger after the call connected, filling her completely; the feeling was exquisite. Her toes gripped her high heels tightly, and the veins on her neck bulged from the intense pleasure as she tried to suppress a moan.
"Wife, what are you doing? Your voice sounds strange!" The man on the other end of the line sensed something was wrong, but dared not delve deeper. His wife was cheating on him, and now she was calling him while being fucked—wasn't that absurd?
But that's reality; the more absurd the thing, the more likely it is to happen. He never dreamed his beautiful wife was actually having an affair. She was being penetrated by her lover's huge penis while talking on the phone, and they weren't even using a condom! That's what's truly chilling—unprotected sex can lead to pregnancy! A wife having an affair and getting pregnant—who could resist that?!
"Ah, no, we're testing a new technology…ah…you know…our boss…is very strong…very smart, he designed…something new…for us to try…my colleagues are still here…Alan…my husband…oh…he doesn't believe I'm working overtime!" The married employee turned to kiss Zhao An while handing the phone to her colleague to explain.
"Really, we're experimenting with something, we all have to work overtime today, most likely all night. Hey, I'm telling you, don't go out and mess around while your wife's not home, or you'll be in for it." The married employee named Alan handed the phone back.
The married office worker answered the phone, suddenly feeling a surge within her, her uterus burning intensely—the man had ejaculated! He had once again ejaculated without a condom into her vagina, filling her entire uterus! She let out a muffled groan, her lower abdomen reflexively tightening, gripping his penis tightly. Her cervix greedily sucked at his penis, her head tilting back.
"Hey, wife, what are you doing?" The person on the other end of the line seemed incredulous, urgently asking, a growing sense that his wife might be cheating on him.
"Ask, ask, ask what? I said I had to work overtime all night, that's all." The married office worker hung up the phone, grabbing Zhao An's large hands, kneading her breasts. Her neck was covered in hickeys; she wouldn't know how to explain it when she got home.
The same scene played out repeatedly in the office, Zhao An, like a diligent little bee, relentlessly taking turns with these female employees.
There was a bathroom in the cubicle. It was the first time the female employees had been here, and when they saw the large bed in the cubicle, they understood everything. This was boss Zhao An's private brothel. No wonder they sometimes saw female anchors lingering for so long after coming up, and walking cautiously afterward; they had found it a bit strange at the time. Now they were certain—they had been sexually assaulted, and after being sexually assaulted for so long, they had become like this.