"Bastard... scoundrel..." Auntie Ouyang murmured weakly, her tone still stubborn. Yet her hand remained tightly clenched around Zhao Chenyu's scorching member, holding on with a fierce grip...
Zhao Chenyu withdrew his fingers from Auntie Ouyang's honeyed depths. The moment he did, a clear stream of fluid trickled from her tightly clenched entrance, spreading the damp patch between her legs even wider.
"Auntie, are you enjoying this?" Zhao Chenyu suddenly pressed himself against Auntie Ouyang, his ugly face mere centimeters away from her flushed, dazed expression.
"Mmm... ah..." Auntie Ouyang was still breathing rapidly. As Zhao Chenyu appeared before her, she reached out and lightly slapped his face, then slowly uttered three words: "Filthy scoundrel..."
"Hehe, as long as Auntie is enjoying herself..." Zhao Chenyu rolled off the bed and quickly moved to the foot of it. He lifted Auntie Ouyang's legs with both arms and hoisted them over his shoulders.
"Ah—you wicked scoundrel! What are you doing?" Auntie Ouyang demanded.
"Hehe, of course, I'm going to make Auntie Ouyang feel even better." Zhao Chenyu propped up her lower body, then buried his face into her thoroughly drenched private area.
"Ugh... ah! Little Yu!" Auntie Ouyang's cry carried an excitement and tension I had never heard before.
"Slurp! Slurp!" Wet sounds, ten times more intense than kissing, filled the air. Zhao Chenyu's face was squeezed tightly between Auntie Ouyang's thighs, his cheeks contorted into an ugly grimace. Yet his mouth hung open greedily, wantonly sucking on her beautiful, intimate folds.
"Ah! Little Yu! Stop it! Don't lick... ah!" Auntie Ouyang tried to sit up and stop him, but her lower body was lifted by Zhao Chenyu, her most sensitive area under his assault. Weak and sore after her climax, she lacked the strength to resist. All she could do was clutch the bedsheets tightly, her red lips continuously mingling pleas with her moans.
But Zhao Chenyu wanted more than this. Seeing that Auntie Ouyang couldn't struggle, his large hands, gripping the roots of her thighs, slid forward. His palms pressed firmly against her abdomen—a seemingly gentle gesture that was, in truth, another invasion of her sensitive waist and belly.
"Mmm! Ah, ah!" The moment Zhao Chenyu's hands gripped Auntie Ouyang's slender waist, her abdomen convulsed as if struck by electricity, bouncing wildly several times. Her legs, which had been tightly clamping his face, suddenly shot upward before slamming heavily onto his back, then slid limply down from his shoulders. Zhao Chenyu quickly caught her beautiful legs with his arms, pressing his body forward and folding Auntie Ouyang's delicate frame at a ninety-degree angle.
Watching this scene, I couldn't shake the feeling that Auntie Ouyang was being bullied—though I wasn't sure if it was just my imagination.
Zhao Chenyu's hands continued their ascent from Auntie Ouyang's waist, gently settling at the base of her breasts. Moving in rhythm with his sucking of her honeyed depths, his hands swayed her full breasts, making the soft flesh tremble like waves. Her pink nipples swayed in place, dizzying to the eye—like someone bound during an earthquake, disoriented and unable to escape.
"Mmm... ah! Xiao Yuzi! Xiao Yuzi!" Auntie Ouyang moaned softly, one arm raised as her hand pushed against Zhao Chenyu's head, yet unable to move him. Instead, she could only lightly tug at his hair, making it appear as though she was caressing his head.
"Mmm... Auntie, your little pussy... so fragrant, so wet, so beautiful..." Zhao Chenyu's nose pressed into Auntie Ouyang's pubic hair, like a tireless wild boar rooting around its beloved cabbage.
"Slurp, slurp..." The sticky, wet sounds grew more pronounced, whether from Zhao Chenyu growing increasingly unrestrained or from Auntie Ouyang's arousal flowing more freely.
Zhao Chenyu extended his unsightly tongue, sweeping it across Auntie Ouyang's honeyed entrance. Her delicate pink lips were sullied again and again by his tongue. Then, he opened his mouth, greedily devouring Auntie Ouyang's flesh with his lips, sucking wantonly as his tongue, like a slippery loach, burrowed into her honeyed depths, exploring the tender flesh within.
"Ah... oh, ah... you wicked servant! It's so ticklish..." Auntie Ouyang whimpered, her feet involuntarily rubbing against Zhao Chenyu's back in a frantic motion. Her slender waist twisted, and her lower abdomen convulsed upward, as if an inexplicable force within was colliding against her delicate frame.
Not only that, Zhao Chenyu's hands continued to tease Auntie Ouyang's pink breasts. His thumb and middle finger kneaded around the areolas, while his index finger lifted, its pad teasing and flicking the two incredibly firm, pink nipples.
"Stop! You brute! Ah..." Auntie Ouyang's hands grabbed Zhao Chenyu's, trying to break free from this unbearable stimulation.
I must admit, I had never seen Zhao Chenyu's method of playing with breasts before. When I used to toy with Jingyan's ample bosom, it was always with vigorous kneading and forceful sucking. I never imagined such gentle techniques could elicit such a strong reaction from a woman... Damn it! What am I thinking? That bastard Zhao Chenyu is toying with my Auntie Ouyang! How can I entertain such thoughts?
Just as I was inwardly cursing myself, Zhao Chenyu suddenly nuzzled his head again. He lifted his face, now glistening with arousal, and flashed Auntie Ouyang—who lay soft and pliant beneath him—a strange, wicked yet obedient smile. Then, he buried his face back into her honeyed entrance. This time, however, he parted his lips, aligned his teeth, and gently nibbled down on the adorable clitoris just above Auntie Ouyang's labia.
"Ah..." Auntie Ouyang let out a high-pitched moan, her red lips parting wide as her body convulsed violently. Just moments ago, when Zhao Chenyu had stopped stimulating her entrance, she had managed to catch her breath. But now, with her more sensitive clitoris being defiled by his lips and teeth, the sensation of plummeting only to suddenly soar left her delicate body lost in these extreme fluctuations. All that remained were instinctive reactions, unsure whether she was sinking into depravity or ascending to ecstasy.
"Auntie's honeyed entrance is so tender, mwah! Auntie is so beautiful, so sexy. Auntie is a fair-skinned fairy, my queen. I adore you, oh!"
Zhao Chenyu rambled on while kissing Auntie Ouyang's moist entrance, planting one forceful kiss after another.
"Ah, stop!" Auntie Ouyang forcefully flung Zhao Chenyu's hands away from her chest, her upper teeth lightly biting her lower lip in a display of bashfulness.
I don't understand why Auntie Ouyang is acting this way. After all, she was the one who called Zhao Chenyu over, yet now she's resisting his advances.
But Zhao Chenyu doesn't seem bothered. His hands glide along Auntie Ouyang's curves, sliding over her captivating waistline before finally settling on her buttocks. He cups her firm bottom, kneading the soft flesh with his fingers.
"Ah... mmm... Xiao Yu! Be gentle... ah!" Auntie Ouyang's moans grow increasingly intense. She turns her head to the side, eyes tightly shut, flushed with embarrassment. It seems she has given up struggling and is simply surrendering to the pleasure—but why?
I look closer. Zhao Chenyu's hands gently part the cleft of her buttocks, his thumbs taking turns lightly brushing against her delicate, pink rosebud. Then, using one hand's index and middle fingers to support her buttock, he leaves her exposed, sensitive bud vulnerable to the teasing and playful strokes of his other hand.
"Uh... ah... Xiao Yu! Auntie... Auntie can't take it anymore." Auntie Ouyang furrows her brow as pleasure rapidly builds within her body.
Seeing this, Zhao Chenyu knows she's on the verge of climax. He withdraws both hands from her buttocks and forcefully spreads her long, slender legs apart, nearly pressing them into a straight line. His mouth lands heavily on her pussy with a loud "smack," before his tongue darts out, rapidly flicking back and forth to stimulate her labia and clitoris.
"Lick... lick, lick..." strange sounds fill the air.
"Ahhh... no... don't... Xiao Yu! Ahhh, I can't! It feels so good! Ahhh..." Auntie Ouyang's head begins to sway uncontrollably from side to side. Her hands clutch at Zhao Chenyu's head as if trying to dig her nails in. Her full breasts and flat stomach convulse with spasms, her long legs splayed wide, the toes of her beautiful feet curling tightly together in an attempt to withstand the overwhelming tide of sensation.
"Lick—slurp! Slurp!" Zhao Chenyu's tongue seems tireless, frantically lapping at her pussy, which gushes like a fountain, spurting streams of clear fluid from time to time. He opens his mouth wide, like someone parched with thirst, greedily sucking it all in.
"Ahhh! Xiao Yu! Xiao Yu! Auntie is coming!! Mmm, ahhh! I'm coming! Ah..."
With a sharp, piercing cry, Auntie Ouyang's body convulses violently before suddenly going still, as if frozen in place. Only her wet, dripping pussy continues to spurt out streams of sweet nectar, soaking her pubic area, thighs, lower abdomen, and even Zhao Chenyu's chest in sticky, glistening fluid.
"Auntie, you're so wet. Your dripping pussy is absolutely beautiful, hehe." Zhao Chenyu smirks as he gently lowers her legs back onto the bed.
"Ah... ah... ah..." Auntie Ouyang's chest heaves rapidly as she gasps for breath.
"Auntie... Auntie?" Zhao Chenyu walks to the bedside, his hard cock swaying, and leans over to whisper softly.
Slap! Auntie Ouyang's hand strikes his arm, but she says nothing, only continuing to breathe heavily.
"Auntie... are you comfortable?" Seeing that Auntie Ouyang hadn't responded, Zhao Chenyu leaned in closer to ask. From my perspective, he was practically lying on top of Auntie Ouyang's delicate body.
"Get lost... you little brat!" Another sound followed... Auntie Ouyang smacked Zhao Chenyu lightly, scolding him, but her words were still tinged with barely concealed panting.
"Hehe, come on, tell me, tell me. You know, these kinds of services usually get rated afterward. How about giving me a score..." Zhao Chenyu said with a cheeky grin.
"You little rascal! Fine, it was comfortable... ah!" Auntie Ouyang admitted with a laugh, her legs sprawled on the bed. Just a slight bend made her moan again.
"What's wrong, Auntie?" Zhao Chenyu asked with concern.
"It's all because of you, you little troublemaker! My whole body feels weak..." Auntie Ouyang complained, but as I stared at her face, I didn't see a hint of displeasure.
"Hehe! Auntie... we're not done yet~" Zhao Chenyu trailed off meaningfully.
"What do you mean, not done yet? Isn't the massage over?" Auntie Ouyang's tone sounded like she had regained some strength.
"The massage is over, but the main event hasn't started yet." Zhao Chenyu stood up, hands on his hips, swaying his hips as he swung his thick, erect cock in front of Auntie Ouyang.
Seeing this, the flush on Auntie Ouyang's cheeks deepened instantly. Her dark eyes followed the swaying motion of Zhao Chenyu's cock, moving left and right with its rhythm.
"Auntie..." Zhao Chenyu pleaded like a desperate puppy.
"Go on, put on a condom!" Auntie Ouyang smiled and gave him a light smack, seemingly enjoying Zhao Chenyu's attitude, yet frowning as if she found it distasteful.
I couldn't understand why Auntie Ouyang was acting this way. Even though I'd known her for over twenty years, I had never seen her naked with another man until last week.
What exactly did she find distasteful? I felt this was important, the key to solving this problem.
Was it Zhao Chenyu's background? His looks? She definitely disliked those, but since Auntie Ouyang had accepted him, she wouldn't dwell on it. Was it his servile attitude? But wasn't this the very attitude Auntie Ouyang had set from the beginning?
Standing outside the door, I shifted my feet slightly. Damn it, my legs were already numb. I didn't dare stomp them, so I had to endure the discomfort, slowly twisting them to regain feeling.
Numb legs were nothing, but a numb heart—that was the real problem.
I took a few deep breaths and pressed my eye against the broken peephole again.
Inside the room, Zhao Chenyu had already pulled a condom from his small bag and skillfully rolled it onto his cock. Since he had prepared it himself, it fit perfectly, though it still looked a bit tight.
"All set... hehe..." Zhao Chenyu shook his dick at Auntie Ouyang with a grin.
"Did you buy it yourself?" Auntie Ouyang asked disdainfully.
"Yeah, just bought it..." Zhao Chenyu seemed to catch the underlying meaning in her words. As he climbed onto the bed, he nodded at Auntie Ouyang with an awkward smile.
"Wait!" Just as Zhao Chenyu knelt between Auntie Ouyang's legs, she pressed her foot against his chest.
"What's wrong, Auntie?" Zhao Chenyu froze in place.
"From now on, you'll have to prepare these things yourself. I won't take care of it, but... you need to manage yourself properly. I like cleanliness..." In Auntie Ouyang's words, I could almost see the wise and formidable female CEO she was. Yet now... she lay naked on the bed, about to be penetrated by an unattractive college athlete.
"I understand, I understand. Right now... I'm just here to make Auntie Ouyang feel good... hehe..." Zhao Chenyu smiled obsequiously as he lifted Auntie Ouyang's foot, carefully massaging it with both hands.
"Good, I like those who know their place..." Auntie Ouyang pulled her foot back, picked up a pillow, and placed it behind her head. Meanwhile, Zhao Chenyu lifted her long, beautiful legs, positioning them into an M-shape.
Her dark pubic hair, delicate pink labia, and damp crotch were fully exposed before Zhao Chenyu—and before his thick, erect cock.
On the bedsheet beneath Auntie Ouyang's hips, a wet patch larger than her buttocks spread like a lewd magical symbol, foretelling the transgressive union about to take place.
Zhao Chenyu shifted his knees, moving from the dry part of the sheet to the damp area. His hard cock stood proudly, ready for its charge.
Auntie Ouyang's legs were spread wide, her arms pressed tightly against her sides, concealing her beautiful breasts. Her lips lightly pressed against her fingers, and her calm, flushed face showed a hint of tension. The source of that tension was her dark, slightly trembling eyes, fixed intently on Zhao Chenyu's cock.
Zhao Chenyu gripped the base of his shaft, the fiery, purplish-red head already pressed against Auntie Ouyang's thoroughly wet entrance.
"Ah!" Auntie Ouyang's sharp intake of breath clearly expressed it—even through the condom, she could feel the scorching heat of his cock. I noticed that the moment his tip touched her labia, her toes curled tightly together.
"Auntie... I'm going in..." Whether intentional or not, Zhao Chenyu teased her entrance with the head of his cock, refusing to push forward.
"Mmm..." Auntie Ouyang didn't consent—or perhaps was too embarrassed to—but she let out a soft moan nonetheless.
Taking this faint, ambiguous command, Zhao Chenyu leaned forward, pressing the head firmly against her entrance. Her tight labia slowly parted as his large tip gradually pushed inside.
"Ah... mmm!"
Just the insertion of the tip was enough to make Auntie Ouyang's delicate body tremble uncontrollably. She let out a long sigh through her nose—whether in lament or anticipation, it was hard to tell.
"So tight, Auntie. You're really tight inside..." Zhao Chenyu couldn't help but marvel. Although he had entered her body before, the condom had been too small, and she had been on top. After flipping her over, he had thrust wildly, leaving him no time to truly appreciate the feel of her. This time, he had all the time he needed.
"Ah... slow down... Xiao Yu... oh my god..."
Zhao Chenyu's cock gently pushed forward, entering less than halfway before Aunt Ouyang was already frowning, her red lips parted wide, letting out long moans. In matters between two people, all exchanges are mutual. Just as Zhao Chenyu couldn't help but marvel at Aunt Ouyang's tightness, she was equally astonished by the thickness of his cock.
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