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The next day, Weiyangsheng ran to the calligraphy and painting shop and spent a fortune on an exquisite album of erotic paintings. The album was said to be an authentic work by Zhao Mengfu of the Yuan dynasty, comprising thirty-six paintings, echoing the classical allusion from Tang poetry: “All thirty-six palaces are filled with spring.” He took it home, intending to examine it closely with Yuxiang so she would understand that the arts of lovemaking were not inventions of his own, but practices already established by the sages of antiquity; now, with the personal brushwork of Duke Wenmin of Zhao as proof, it was irrefutable evidence. When he first brought it back, Yuxiang did not know what kind of album it was and casually opened it. The first two pages bore the four large characters “Remnants of the Han Palace.” Yuxiang thought that since the Han dynasty inner palace had many virtuous consorts and gentle ladies, the paintings must depict portraits of ancient virtuous women, and she would see what they looked like. When she turned to the third page, she was startled to see a naked man embracing a naked woman as they coupled on a rockery! Yuxiang’s face flushed crimson; shame and anger mingled as she scolded, “Where did you get such filthy, inauspicious things? You’ve sullied the purity of our bedchamber! Quick, tell the maid to throw it into the stove and burn it!” Weiyangsheng seized her hand and stopped her. “This is a priceless antique worth a hundred taels of silver! I borrowed it from a friend to appreciate. If you can afford to pay a hundred taels, do as you please and burn it; if not, leave it here properly and let me enjoy it for a day or two before returning it.” Yuxiang said crossly, “What use is keeping such indecent, vulgar stuff?” Weiyangsheng replied, “My wife is mistaken! If it were truly indecent, why would the painter have labored over it? Why would collectors have paid heavy sums for it? Precisely because this is the most upright and glorious matter since the beginning of heaven and earth, successive generations of literati have depicted it with exquisite brushwork, mounted it on fine silks, circulated it in bookshops and galleries, and stored it in famous studios—so that later generations may follow and emulate it. If not, the principles of yin-yang union would gradually be lost; people would not know the ways of congress, leading husbands to abandon wives and wives to resent husbands. The great Way of heaven and earth’s ceaseless creation would be utterly destroyed, and in the end the world would become extinct! I borrowed it today not only for my own pleasure, but so that my wife may grasp the wondrous principle of heaven and earth’s harmony, conceive smoothly, and bear children—without being delayed by my father-in-law’s pedantic Confucianism and ending up childless. Why are you angry for no reason?” Yuxiang sneered, “I don’t believe such acts are proper! If they were, why did the ancients who set the rules not let people do them openly in broad daylight before everyone? Why must it wait until deep in the night, done secretly like thieves? From this alone, one can see it is nothing honorable!” Weiyangsheng burst into laughter. “If that’s what you think, then it’s not your fault at all—it’s your rigid old father’s! He locked you away in the inner chambers since childhood with not a single woman versed in romance around, leaving you so ignorant and inexperienced. Think: which proper couple in the world does not make love in broad daylight? It is only natural and proper! If couples never undressed to make love by day, how could the painters of these albums have known all these positions and techniques? How could they have portrayed the expressions of passion so vividly that one glance sets desire aflame?” Yuxiang retorted, “Then why do my parents never do such things during the day?” Weiyangsheng asked, “How do you know they don’t?” Yuxiang said, “If they did, how could I not have stumbled upon it? I am sixteen and have never once seen it—nor even heard the slightest sound!” Weiyangsheng smiled. “What an innocent little wife! Such bedroom secrets are most carefully hidden from children. Besides the children who must not see, which maid or old servant has not seen or heard? When elders wish to act by day, they first make sure you are not nearby, then bolt the door before undressing and mounting the bed. They fear that if you, a young lady of the inner chambers, should see it, your spring heart would be stirred and you would fall into lovesickness! That is why they kept it from you so thoroughly.” Yuxiang lowered her head in thought, then murmured, “They do often close the door for a midday nap… perhaps they truly are doing it… but it is still too embarrassing. In broad daylight, staring at each other, how could one assume such postures?” Weiyangsheng smiled. “You do not know, my wife: making love by day is more than ten times more delightful than at night! The supreme pleasure lies precisely in ‘I see you, you see me’—gazes meeting, passion entwining, most arousing of all. There are only two kinds of couples who absolutely cannot do this in broad daylight.” Yuxiang asked curiously, “Which two?” Weiyangsheng said, “An ugly husband with a beautiful wife is one; an ugly wife with a handsome husband is the other.” Yuxiang asked again, “Why can these two types not do it by day?” Weiyangsheng leaned closer to explain: “This amorous pleasure depends entirely on mutual love and admiration, spirit and essence blending, to reach the marrow. If a wife is snow-skinned and flower-fair, delicate and fresh as carved jade, when the husband strips her bare and holds her, feasting his eyes while thrusting and pleasing her, his excitement naturally multiplies tenfold, and his member grows hard, thick, and large without his noticing. But if she looks closely and sees her man resembling a night-fork demon, his skin dark and rough—hidden when clothed, but fully exposed when naked—and compares it to her own snow-white, tender flesh, his ugliness appears twelvefold worse! Seeing her disgust, how could she not feel revulsion? Her face shows annoyance; the man, seeing his wife disdain him, feels his once-stiff, thick cock soften and shrink without his noticing. Instead of pleasure, he suffers humiliation!” “Thus such couples can only act in pitch darkness to hide their flaws. This is the case of a beautiful wife with an ugly husband. The same logic applies to a handsome husband with an ugly wife, so no need to elaborate. But for a couple like us—white flesh against white flesh, fair face against fair face, tender against tender—if we do not seek joy in broad daylight and display this snow-white skin, but instead always hide in dark bedding, would we not waste this heaven-bestowed beauty? How would we differ from those ugly couples? If you do not believe me, let us try it now and see how it compares to fumbling in the dark at night!” After hearing this, Yuxiang could not help but feel moved. Though her lips still refused, her heart had already softened halfway. Her cheeks flushed pink, and the corners of her eyes and brows quietly revealed spring passion. Weiyangsheng saw this and knew the moment had come. He was about to pounce, but then thought: “Her desire has only just awakened; her thirst has not yet reached the marrow. If I rush now, it would be like a starving man devouring food in one gulp without savoring any flavor—hardly the ultimate pleasure. Let me tease her further, draw out her fire completely, then share the clouds and rain with her!” He pulled over a spacious, sturdy rosewood armchair, sat down grandly, drew Yuxiang into his lap, opened the erotic album, and pointed to the figures, explaining each painting to her in detail. This album differed greatly from ordinary erotic prints: each painting’s first half was a meticulous brushwork scene, the second half an inscription by a famous hand. The first part of the inscription explained the copulatory posture depicted; the latter extolled the painter’s marvelous ingenuity. Weiyangsheng had her observe while inwardly imagining the expressions and postures of the figures in the paintings, so she could imitate them later. Holding his lovely wife, he read the inscriptions aloud word by word: “The first painting is called ‘The Pose of Releasing the Butterfly to Seek Fragrance.’ The inscription reads: ‘The woman sits high upon a Taihu rock, legs spread wide. The man, holding a jade duster, probes into her jade gate, searching left and right for the vital flower heart. At this moment both are engaged in foreplay, not yet entering the supreme realm; thus their brows are relaxed and their expressions and movements differ little from usual.’ The second painting is called ‘The Pose of Teaching the Bee to Brew Honey.’ The inscription reads: ‘The woman lies supine upon brocade cushions, hands braced firmly, hips raised high in the air, offering her yin gate to the jade stem so the man may locate the flower heart and avoid blind thrusting. At this moment the woman’s expression shows unbearable hunger, the man’s face a trace of panic; viewers cannot help but feel anxious for them—this is the painter’s stroke of ingenious creation.’ The third painting is called ‘The Pose of the Lost Bird Returning to the Forest.’ The inscription reads: ‘The woman reclines sideways upon an embroidered couch, feet raised high toward the heavens, both hands tightly gripping the man’s thighs, using the leverage to thrust downward. Though they appear to have entered the realm of bliss, they still fear losing its subtlety; both are exerting effort together, spirits radiant, souls swaying—truly the marvel of brush moving like dragon and snake, ink dancing in flight.’ The fourth painting is called ‘The Pose of the Hungry Horse Rushing to the Trough.’ The inscription reads: ‘The woman lies flat on the couch, both hands tightly embracing the man’s back as if bound by ropes. The man hoists her feet onto his shoulders, the jade stem fully sheathed in her yin without the slightest gap. At this moment both are at the brink of release; eyes half-closed, half-open, tongues half-withdrawn, half-extended, their faces wearing the same soul-melting expression—truly a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship.’ The fifth painting is called ‘The Pose of Two Dragons Wearying Each Other.’ The inscription reads: ‘The woman’s head rests upon the pillow, her entire body limp as silk; the man’s head also droops upon her neck, lying prone upon her equally limp. This is the state after clouds disperse and rain ceases, essence spent. Her fragrant soul seems to drift away, beautiful dreams gradually approach, showing the transition from utmost motion to utmost stillness. Yet her pair of jade feet have not yet descended, still resting askew in the crook of his arm, preserving a thread of spring vitality. Were it not so, the painting would resemble a pair of corpses struck dead, leading the viewer to contemplate sharing coffin and grave, life and death together.’” Leaning in her husband’s embrace, listening and watching, Yuxiang’s belly was already in turmoil by this point; a wave of lustful fire surged straight to her head. Weiyangsheng was about to turn to the sixth painting when Yuxiang could endure no longer. She pushed the album away, leapt to her feet, panting, “What filthy book! It makes one’s whole body restless and uncomfortable… Get up and look at it yourself; I’m going to sleep!” Weiyangsheng pulled her back into his arms and laughed, “There is still much wonderful scenery ahead; after we finish, we shall rest together.” Yuxiang twisted her body. “Is there no tomorrow? Must we finish it all today?” Weiyangsheng knew she was already burning with desire. He turned her lovely face and kissed her fragrant lips. In ordinary times, if Weiyangsheng offered his tongue, Yuxiang would have clenched her teeth shut; to make her extend her clove-like little tongue would have been wishful thinking. Married a full month, Weiyangsheng had not even known whether his wife’s tongue was long or short. Yet this time, as their lips met, Yuxiang’s warm, soft, slippery fragrant tongue slipped through her teeth of its own accord and actively entered Weiyangsheng’s mouth! Weiyangsheng rejoiced and teased in her ear, “My darling, let us not even move to the bed; let this armchair serve as the Taihu rock, and we shall imitate and perform the first painting in the album—how about it?” Yuxiang half-pushed, half-yielded, feigning anger. “In broad daylight… this is not something humans do!” Weiyangsheng laughed. “Wife speaks truly—this is not the deed of mortals, but the supreme bliss of immortals! Let us, you and I, be living immortals for a moment!” With that, he reached out and yanked off her sash. Though Yuxiang’s lips protested, her pair of powdered arms had already climbed around Weiyangsheng’s neck, allowing him to slide her silk trousers down to her ankles. Weiyangsheng looked closely and saw that the crotch of her snow-white under-trousers was already soaked with a bowl-sized patch of spring dew—clearly the love juices that had flowed while viewing the paintings. His heart surged with heat; he quickly removed his own trousers, carried Yuxiang back to the armchair, spread her snow-white thighs wide, thrust his iron-hard member straight into her moist yin gate, then began to undo her upper garments. Dear reader, why did Weiyangsheng not remove her upper garments first, but wait until after trousers were off and insertion complete? Know that Weiyangsheng was an expert at stealing fragrance and plucking jade. If he stripped her upper body first, though her heart might be eager, her face would still feel shame; she would surely hesitate and create complications. Better to seize the lowest vital pass first, cook the raw rice into cooked rice, after which the rest of her flesh would fall without attack. This is the military tactic of “capture the king to catch the thief, strike straight at the Yellow Dragon’s lair.” Indeed, Yuxiang let him strip her completely naked and play with her at will, leaving only the pair of embroidered foot-binding trousers on her calves. Why? Because beneath those trousers were bound the lotus feet. No matter how neatly a woman’s feet are bound, once the cloth is unwrapped, the ten toes are inevitably squeezed and twisted, unsightly to behold; moreover, the three-inch golden lotuses only reveal their myriad charms when half-hidden inside the embroidered trousers. Bare little feet would be like a flower without green leaves to set it off—utterly lacking in charm. Weiyangsheng deeply understood this principle, so he left only this one garment. Weiyangsheng stripped Yuxiang bare, then removed his own clothes as well. He gathered his strength once more, lifted her small feet high onto the chair arms, and, thrusting his massive member within her wet heat, probed left and right, rubbing and grinding exactly as in the first erotic painting, “Releasing the Butterfly to Seek Fragrance,” searching for the flower heart. After probing for a while, Yuxiang’s passion rose; bracing both hands on the chair arms, she actively thrust her plump, tender yin gate upward to meet him. When Weiyangsheng’s cock probed left, she met it leftward; when he swung right, she received it rightward. Suddenly it struck a raised, tender spot deep inside. Yuxiang felt an indescribable sour numbness there—neither itch nor pain, yet unbearably uncomfortable, and at the same time so pleasurable she could not bear to release it. Her whole body trembled; she gasped and begged Weiyangsheng, “My lord, do not move… just grind against this spot! Do not probe left and right again—you have truly scratched this slave’s heart’s core…” Weiyangsheng knew he had precisely struck the “flower heart.” Yielding to her wish, he concentrated all his strength upon that soft flesh, grinding and thrusting relentlessly. From shallow to deep, slow to rapid, he drove in and out hundreds of times. By now Yuxiang was lost in passion; her jade hands unconsciously reached behind her, gripping Weiyangsheng’s firm thighs tightly, desperately thrusting her own hips upward—this posture was exactly the same as in the second painting of the album! Seeing this, Weiyangsheng simply lifted her jade feet, rested them firmly on his shoulders, wrapped both arms tightly around her slender waist, and plunged his member to the root, striking the deepest part of the flower heart! At this moment his member swelled thicker, longer, and harder than usual, filling Yuxiang’s narrow passage completely, without the slightest gap. Weiyangsheng thus thrust wildly for several hundred rounds. Yuxiang’s starry eyes half-closed, her hair disheveled, fragrant sweat pouring like rain; she grew soft as if about to faint. Weiyangsheng heaved heavily upon her twice, panting, biting her earlobe. “My darling, I know you are about to spend your essence at this pass. This hard chair offers no room to maneuver—let us finish on the bed!” Yuxiang was at the critical juncture of immortal bliss and feared that moving to the bed would cause that thick, hot member to withdraw, abruptly cutting short this heaven-piercing ecstasy; moreover, her hands and feet were already sore and weak, her entire body like a puddle of spring mud—how could she move even half a step? Hearing her husband suggest moving the bed, she merely kept her eyes tightly shut and shook her head desperately in refusal. Weiyangsheng asked, “My heart, can you not walk?” Yuxiang gave an almost imperceptible nod. Weiyangsheng said, “No matter. I shall carry you up.” #ClassicNewTranslationOfTheCarnalPrayerMat <img src="https://static2.fansone.co/images/f70faefa-8c45-46e7-899b-552e4919fde2.avif" />

Classic New Translation of The Carnal Prayer Mat, Chapter Six

For a while my wife had some gynecological issues. The day after sex she would always have lower abdominal pain, and when it hurt badly she wouldn't even dare get out of bed. We bought Qianjin Pian and Levofloxacin at home, but they didn't help, so I had to take her to the hospital for an examination.While waiting in the area outside the gynecology clinic, I was bored out of my mind. I happened to pick up a small flyer from the floor. Thinking it was just a typical solicitation card, I scanned the QR code and added the WeChat to kill some time. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a recruitment account for a prostitution platform, claiming to offer "quick and discreet earning opportunities" specifically for women in need of money. Through encrypted chats and anonymous order assignments, it ensured safety for both sides. My heart skipped a beat, and the image of my wife being pinned down by a stranger flashed through my mind, making my lower body tighten involuntarily.The "customer service" on the other end was surprisingly polite and enthusiastic. I had always been curious about how such a "mysterious organization" operated, so we chatted back and forth. It turned out they registered merchants on mainstream food delivery and errand platforms, using ordinary restaurants as cover. Clients in need would order specific "products" on the designated platform, and these orders would then be reassigned internally by the "company" to special riders—known as "delivery girls"—who would provide sexual services during the "delivery." Behind this seemingly simple model was meticulous operation. Customer service mentioned they had "cooperation" within the platform to ensure orders wouldn't be detected by regulators, but they didn't elaborate on the details, which only made the mystery more exciting for me.Enjoying the chat, I suddenly had an idea and sent them a photo of my wife, saying I was short on cash and wanted to join too. In the photo she had heavy makeup, her huge breasts barely contained, her sexy and charming vibe fully on display. Customer service quickly replied that her looks and figure met the requirements perfectly. Although she was a bit older and slightly plump, her mature womanly aura and voluptuous curves were actually more popular with high-end clients.I repeatedly assured customer service that my wife was absolutely great in bed and highly cooperative. They told me I could arrange a time for her to do an in-person verification, and if there were no issues, paying a 6000 yuan deposit would register her as a rider under a rider crowdsourcing company. After that, any orders with "special requests" would be assigned to me through secondary distribution, and I would complete the "delivery."This unprecedented safe and discreet model made my blood boil, completely igniting my inner wife-sharing fetish. Imagining sending my sexy and charming wife into some hotel room or dimly lit building corridor like a food delivery, watching her get pinned down and fucked hard by a stranger right before my eyes, waves of throbbing in my lower body, the twisted pleasure almost giving me a cranial orgasm, my cock aching from how hard it was.After the doctor's visit, my wife was fine. After getting her prescription she felt much more relaxed, so I suggested we go out for dinner. We hadn't enjoyed a romantic meal in a long time due to our tight finances, so she was naturally thrilled. Despite her alcohol allergy, she still had a small sip of red wine with me, her flushed cheeks making her look even more seductive. During the meal I told her about the "food delivery prostitution" model I had discovered at the hospital. She thought I was making up a story to tease her and playfully said, "Sure, go ahead and send me then…"Once a couple opens up this kind of taboo topic, their emotions quickly "sync up." Seeing the moment was right, I showed her the chat records on my phone. She silently read through it, and when she saw the customer service message saying "easily make over ten thousand a month," her beautiful big eyes sparkled, as if she was tempted.Following the customer service instructions on my phone, I found a store. This five-star merchant that had been operating for three years looked ordinary, but the "special dishes" marked with a secret code had over 100 monthly sales. She stared at the screen, her lips curling up unconsciously, and murmured softly, "Honey, if this can really bring in tens of thousands a month, we'd be set…"#MyWifeIsTheTakeout<img src="https://static2.fansone.co/images/c7732fca-07d4-4d96-acc5-baeeebea7a11.avif" />

The Takeout I Deliver Is My Wife Season 1 Episode 2

“別廢話，給你加鐘，繼續！”作為歡場老手的男人，對這種套路早就十分熟悉了，這幫婊子不就是想要錢嗎？給她點錢，今晚上這個錢花的值！說實話剛一進門的時候他內心是有點失望的，老婆偏胖的身材不太令他滿意，當場就想掏出手機來痛罵一頓給自己介紹的“經紀”，但是看到老婆的胸和那張騷媚的臉他還是決定試一試眼前這輛“坦克”的火力。結果沒想到自己做了一個正確的決定，這個豐乳肥臀的“素人外圍”果然如“經紀”所說是個剛下海的“雛雞”，雖然服務起來有些生疏但是沒有那些老手那麼油滑，乖巧聽話，風騷中帶著些許的羞澀，別有一番風味。尤其是那對巨乳，自己一開始以為是對假貨，沒想到捏在手裡竟然是實打實的珍品！這可是自己平生僅見的玩意兒，一時之間簡直愛不釋手。 “妹兒，結婚了嗎？”男人轉過身靠在床頭，拿出一支煙。 “嗯”老婆低下頭回答男人的詢問，貼心的拿過一個枕頭給他墊在身後。 “妹兒這麼會伺候人，你老公有福啊。”男人叼著煙一隻手捏著老婆的奶頭玩弄著說道。 “他哪有哥有福，我才不伺候他呢。”老婆一雙巧手向跳舞一樣在男人的敏感部位來回跳動，用溫柔又挑逗的方式進一步刺激著他，努力想要展現出職業妓女的風騷與技巧。 可能是睡別人的老婆的興奮，也可能是老婆靈巧手指帶來的刺激，男人再次興奮起來，他喉嚨里發出一陣陣如同發情的公狗一般的呼哧聲，兩腿間的兇器再次昂首挺起，這次他沒敢讓老婆再多玩弄自己的生殖器，掐滅了煙，一把將老婆粗魯地將她拉近，張嘴就咬住了老婆的雙唇。 老婆被這突如其來的動作嚇壞了，完全忘記了“接客不親嘴”的行規，本能的將小舌頭伸進了男人嘴裡，男人心花怒放，心想果然是個“雛兒！”用力吸住老婆的舌頭狠狠的嘬了起來。 老婆實在被他嘬的受不了，只得奮力將男人推開，捂著嘴求饒到：“哥，太疼了！” 男人到也沒有為難老婆，他喘著氣，把老婆推倒在床上，分開她的雙腿，老婆那濕答答的肥厚陰唇完全暴露在了男人的眼前。 男人吹了一聲口哨，眼前這個女人除了身材胖一點簡直渾身都是寶啊，這麼飽滿肥膩的蝴蝶逼看起來就像她那對大胸一樣充滿了慾望的誘惑。 他伸出一隻手摸向老婆的兩腿之間，嘴裡不停地發出下流的笑聲：“老妹兒長了好逼啊，就是不知道耐操不耐操啊。” 老婆按住男人的手，帶著些許慌張的說道：“大哥，帶套啊！” 男人被老婆提醒，把勃起的雞巴懟到老婆眼前，老婆趕緊從床頭的手包里拿出一個避孕套，小心的套在男人紫紅色龜頭上，然後慢慢的捋到根部。 帶了套的男人再不猶豫，兩手分開老婆的雙腿挺身壓了下去，老婆一隻小手握住男人堅挺的陰莖，將他的龜頭按在自己的陰道口對準了位置，男人臀部用勁整根雞巴就懟進了我老婆的屄里。 老婆緊實滑嫩的陰道讓男人舒爽地仰頭髮出了一聲感嘆：“操！真他媽的爽！”隨即再也控制不住地開始抽插起來，臀部用力，每一下都深入到底，發出淫靡的肉體碰撞聲。 男人個子不高但是雞巴挺長，老婆把一隻手抵在男人小肚子上，試圖阻擋男人過於猛烈的衝擊，免得被肏得太疼。男人不滿地哼了一聲，粗魯地撥開她的手，狠狠懟了兩下作為警告，粗硬的龜頭直撞老婆的宮頸，疼的她身體一顫，眼淚差一點飆出來。 男人聽到老婆疼的哀嚎，便也不再用力，他把老婆的兩條白嫩的大腿架在肩上，開始有節奏的肏弄起來。房間內回蕩著肉體碰撞的“啪啪”聲和濃重的喘息。老婆那緊實多水的陰道緊緊包裹著他的雞巴，每一次深入都讓他爽得低吼，紫紅色的龜頭被避孕套包裹著，卻依舊能感受到她體內濕熱的吸力。她的巨乳隨著抽插的節奏劇烈晃動，兩顆紅棗一般大小的乳頭硬挺著，摩擦著男人的胸膛，刺激得他越發瘋狂。 老婆被他肏得喘息急促，嬌聲陣陣，想著這樣被動的一直挨肏，剛剛已經射過了一次的男人還不知道要搞到什麼時候，今晚非被他玩死不可，於是咬唇迎合，扭動著肥臀主動逢迎他的節奏，嘴裡發出咿呀浪叫。但是沒幾下，她那天生的蕩婦身體便迎來一波高潮，陰道一陣抽動緊縮，一股騷水不受控制的湧了出來。 被“澆灌”了的男人心中大喜，玩過的“雞”不少，能上來就高潮的可真是平生僅見！於是更加奮力地在老婆身上“耕耘”起來著，伴隨著老婆不要命一般的浪叫聲直乾得滿頭大汗，氣喘吁吁。 “騷貨，你這逼真他媽緊，水還這麼多，爽得哥要上天了！”男人咬著牙，雙手掐住老婆肉感的臀部，狠狠往自己身上拉，雞巴插得更深，幾乎要頂到最裡面。老婆被肏得嬌喘連連，身體扭動得像一條水蛇，肥碩的雙腿主動纏上他的腰，迎合著他的動作，嘴裡浪叫不止：“哥～，你太猛了，肏得我好爽，啊……又要來了……！”沒幾下，她身體猛地一顫，陰道劇烈收縮，一股熱流噴湧而出，濕透了床單，高潮中的她尖叫著，臉上滿是迷醉的神情。 男人被她噴水的騷樣刺激得雙眼發紅，喉嚨里發出低吼：“操，噴得老子滿腿都是，騷逼真會玩！”他加速衝刺，每一下都重得像要捅穿她，汗水滴落在老婆白皙的肌膚上，空氣中瀰漫著濃烈的性慾氣息。老婆高潮剛過，身體敏感得發抖，卻依然浪蕩地挺起胸，用巨乳貼著他的身體，嬌聲挑逗：“老公～老公～，射吧，射給我，騷逼想要……”她的聲音甜膩得能滴出蜜，雙手抱緊他的背，指甲掐進他的肉里，催促著他釋放。 聽到老婆叫起了“老公”，男人再也忍不住，玩命一般的來了一波狂風暴雨般的抽插後身體猛地一僵，低吼著：“操，射了！”雞巴在避孕套里劇烈跳動，精液一股股噴出，隔著薄膜也能感受到那滾燙的熱度。他喘著粗氣，趴在老婆身上，雞巴還插在她體內，享受著高潮後的余韻。老婆媚笑著，輕輕扭動腰肢，陰道再次擠壓他的敏感部位，引得他倒吸一口涼氣，罵道：“小騷貨，還不消停，想榨乾老子啊？”#我送的外賣是老婆<img src="https://static2.fansone.co/images/25aeb2c5-1b1d-4ba8-a95b-131f0cbc9a0b.avif" />

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