Three months, sister-in-law introduced his brother Hua to me, need to say that the heart is still in love with her husband, but sister-in-law’s goodwill I was too embarrassed to refuse, Hua is a very introverted person, he is also divorced from his wife for half a year.
The power is out, Wah’s house is on the bottom floor, and the sweltering heat makes me wish the downpour would stop soon.
The factory bus doesn’t depart from the residential area until 12 o’clock. The restlessness and moist air made me feel hotter and hotter.
A cool breeze came to my face, Hua sat beside me, it turned out to be Hua who used a paper fan to send me this coolness, I couldn’t help but feel a little touched in my heart, in spite of this, Hua was still so strange to me as I had only met him a few times.
Time seemed to freeze, Hua coughed lightly and leaned his body towards me. The candlelight kept swaying under the shaking of the paper fan.
Hwa’s fox odor was strong, and it was especially bad when he was close to me.
It’s a good thing the perfume on me washed out a bit.
Hua grabbed my hand with his and I was going to shake it off, but the blackness of the blackout made me give up.
And I don’t know what else avoidance does.
Hua was getting more and more licentious. He had thrown his fan aside.
The free hand wrapped lightly around my waist.
Two married adults in this setting, and somehow I remember the husband I loved and hated.
Hua released his grip on me and squeezed at my thighs, reaching for my roots through the thin silk patch stockings.
No way. I pushed Wah’s hand away.
But only briefly, Wah tackled me to the bed before I could respond as he panted and licked the base of my ear.
Both hands grabbed my large breasts in one hand.
The breasts were raw from his pinching.
Don’t, I fought back hard, he was too eager, and even though we were all married adults, I wasn’t going to have sex with a man who was still a stranger to me.
I started to cry as my bra was ripped off by Hua, but I could never push Hua against my body.
Only with a hand that scratches and digs hard into Hua’s naked back.
Wah tough kissed me, and the hand that was squeezing my tits tightly loosened and became gentle, teasing my nipples with his fingertips.
He’s trying to provoke me.
But he paid no small price, and I was surprised when Wah’s back was scratched.
The air smelled of salt-wet blood.
Just then, the room lit up and the electricity came on.
I was horrified to see my hands covered in Hua’s blood.
And Hua didn’t seem to care, just smiled at me colorfully.
Stick out your tongue and lick my nipple.
In that instant, I felt that I couldn’t hurt Hua anymore.
And only allow yourself to let him violate it.
But the moment I gave up, the pleasure of having my nipples licked was so intense.
Hua deliberately stuck out his long tongue so that I could witness the tip of it touching my nipple, the wet tip of his tongue swiping and spittle moistening that area of my areola.
I really don’t want to close my eyes again by witnessing this.
The bouts of tingling in the nipple made it hard.
The wetness made my lower body send out a tingle of soreness.
I let out a long, bummed-out sigh.
Both hands rubbed the sheets as if wiping the blood from my hands, but really it was a way to hide the fact that the pleasure was making me feel like a handful.
None of this escaped Wah’s eyes that had been watching my face, and it had become clear to him that the titillation had reached its peak.
When he stood up, I covered my face absently with the back of my hand.
I just don’t want to see him take off my panties.
I cooperated with him in silence. Everything was going so well.
Perfectly displayed to him as the lower body made contact with the air.
It was a strange feeling. Even though I had given five men a look, none of them had been as unloving and consensual inside as today.
It was just full of physical sexual instinct. Hua spread my legs.
For like a minute, I thought he was going to pull down his pants too, and curiosity made me part my fingers to get a look at Wah’s one.
Instead, I saw that Hua was burying his head between my legs, oral sex, oh god, he was going to suck me off, his long, flexible tongue with waves of heat covered my pussy lips all at once, the wet tip of his tongue touching up and down the slit where the two large lips of my pussy closed.
The pleasure made me want to clamp my legs together. It was no longer possible to close my legs when they were clamped around Hua’s head.
Hua speeds up the licking.
The tickling sensation caused my clenched legs to spread in the opposite direction, humming, and an even more aching pleasure in my lower body.
It turned out that while spreading my legs, my two plump labia majora were ripped apart by the muscles of my thighs as if opening a door, and the labia minora inside parted to reveal the opening of my pussy.
Of course the little bean on my labia minora was protruding, and Hua sucked on my little bean with her mouth at that moment, and it was so sore and itchy and uncomfortable that I wriggled my hips, and to be honest, I didn’t like that feeling of emptiness.
The strong sexual desire made me long for the penetration of Hua’s meat stick.
But I couldn’t open the door anyway.
I don’t think I’ll plead with this nasty man.
Wah’s tongue was in my pussy.
Needless to say it wasn’t that empty, but that little tongue didn’t give me much of a feeling. It was like a person who had been starving all day getting only one bite of food.
I ended up kicking him off hard.
Curled up on the bed.
Wah also sensed that I wasn’t into it, so he pulled down his pants, his strong cock angling upward.
His wasn’t as big as his husband’s, but it looked hard. The dark skin was like an iron bar wrapped around it.
The glans was already heavily congested and blackened. Veins like earthworms covered the fleshy skin.
Perhaps he also knew that I didn’t like oral sex, as he rode me, placing his hot rod in my cleavage and squeezing my breasts around his cock.
Twitching up with it.
The glans protruded in and out of my breasts.
I felt obnoxious.
He only stopped when he saw my cold expression.
The breasts were already red and white from his rubbing, and the most annoying thing was that the liquid oozing from his glans smelled like plaster and was disgusting.
But he applied the liquid to my nipples with his fingers, and the slick, cold sensation made my nipples harden again.
It also reignites my desire. Maybe I should give him a hint.
I stretched my body out and spread my legs slightly, being a man I understood what I needed right now and Wah was no exception.
My face burned a little as Hua knelt between my legs.
It was strange after all. My heart was pounding as Warlock lifted both of my calves by the wrists and pressed his meaty rod against my hole.
In a thumping rhythm, Hua’s meat stick reached into me bit by bit, there wasn’t much lewdness in my pussy, but his gentle entry didn’t give me discomfort.
Rather like the first love of a virgin, I felt him take me little by little.
It was so full, so bummed out. Hua pushed out with a fierce jerk as the meat stick was fully inserted with a small load left.
Oh, I let out a gasp. That hard thrust took me by surprise, but it also made me feel good.
The walls of my flesh also produced a large amount of obscene fluid at that moment.
Hua tightened his glans against my womb.
He just pressed against it, letting me feel the throbbing of his rod, the two of us close together, and in gratitude for Hua’s gentleness, I consciously contracted the muscles of my thighs, letting the walls of my flesh squirm and massage Hua’s rod.
Hua revealed a look of surprise, because this kind of skill is not every woman will, Hua began to rhythmic pumping, that is I have always wanted to have sex, in the past when I made love with a few men, they always messed up a kind of slamming, it seems haphazard, I like men to have a rhythmic, that way I can better feel the meat stick in my body movement.
I felt my mouth go dry, and Wah was like a steady machine going on and on inside me, the bed shaking terribly.
Hua picked up speed, and the arc of the meat stick pumping and rubbing inside me increased as his glans kept moving in and out of the opening of my womb.
My uterus was sending out gusts of electricity tingling me under the constant grinding and dilation, and the narrow pussy could no longer hold the excess of lewdness that flowed out of the intersecting slit, coupled with the frenzied grinding.
It turned into a milky white paste with the air in the mouth of my pussy and slowly flowed down to my anus, where it was carried by the scrotum that struck my anus and bloomed and flew onto my buttocks and the bedsheets, wet and icy cold causing me to keep moving around.
Under Hua’s strong impact, that unspeakable rush sprouted inside me, trying to suppress that feeling, I bit my lower lip, no longer able to control my breathing, as if there was a fire burning and spreading inside my lower body.
Suppressed, not orgasmic.
Wah had noticed all this and accelerated the intensity and depth of penetration even more.
My face stifled red, and I’d been alerted to the fact that Hua couldn’t help but mess up the frequency of his twitching as well.
It was a precursor to a man’s near ejaculation, and it was necessary to make him cum while I was awake, determined to kick Wah off the moment he did.
The room resounded with the sound of snapping copulation, and Hua’s pumping had begun to surge faster and slower.
At that moment a powerful hot current surged from my lower body, brought on by the strong throbbing of Hua’s prick.
Orgasm in my unknowing has come to my whole body, I can not help but hold Hua, let out a moan that is difficult to suppress, my vagina is very strong convulsions, the whole body ambiguous, as if thrown into the clouds, Hua let out a muffled roar.
Dropping heavily on top of me, showing a mouthful of white teeth and smiling contentedly, his cock became a conveyor belt of semen to the inside of my womb, a fiery torrent jetting from it into me.
By this time I had passed my orgasm and was disgusted by his ejaculation.
But there is nothing left to refuse. I have to be honest.
It took a long time to wake up from the passion.
Just a little apology to hubby.
People who don’t make mistakes, and I was wrong today.
I’m sorry, hubby, I’m nappy.