"You little brat, are you crazy... Ahh!" Before she could vent her anger, Zhao Chenyu pulled his hips back and thrust his cock hard outward, then slammed it back in!
With just that one thrust, Aunt Ouyang's anger shattered into pieces, replaced by waves of unrestrained, ecstatic cries. Her voluptuous, alluring body suddenly arched upward.
"Slap!"
With the second thrust, her arched body lost all strength. Her head fell back, dropping onto the pillow again, her brows furrowed and her beautiful eyes tightly shut.
"Slap! Slap! Slap slap! Slap slap slap slap slap!"
After the initial difficulty of entry, Zhao Chenyu's thrusts became increasingly smooth. He gradually quickened his rhythm, and the intermittent slapping sounds grew more frequent and intense.
The camera at the head of the bed continued to record, though it was no longer angled toward the side of the bed. Instead, it hovered like an eye overlooking the scene unfolding on the mattress.
"Ah... ah... Xiao Yu... slower... slower!"
Aunt Ouyang gasped breathlessly under Zhao Chenyu's relentless assault, lying limp on the bed. Her wavy hair was splayed in disarray, and beneath the red mask, her beautiful eyes were half-closed and unfocused, seemingly glazed with a rosy haze of desire. Her red lips parted slightly, revealing pearly white teeth, as enchanting, seductive moans—like ceaseless cheers of encouragement—drifted from her mouth. Her firm, ample breasts swayed with each violent thrust, creating waves of lewd motion. Her hands rose weakly to clutch at the man's waist and ribs, caressing the muscles straining with effort. Her legs were bent and spread wide apart, the honeyed entrance between them shamelessly invaded by the man's thick, lengthy cock, each deep thrust sending tremors through her body, leaving her tingling and weak.
"Fuck! So good! Sister Lan! This feels amazing—your tight pussy is sucking me in so perfectly! I love you! You're my woman!"
Zhao Chenyu uttered these lewd words without restraint. He pressed down on Aunt Ouyang's delicate body, his arms braced on either side of her, savoring the perfect, mature curves of her form. With each thrust, he drove forcefully into her tight, honeyed entrance. Beneath the black beast mask, his face contorted into an even more ferocious and terrifying expression. He looked down at the elegant, high-status beauty beneath him—moaning wantonly, being ruthlessly fucked raw by his large cock. How many men could only fantasize about this mature female CEO? Yet here she was, beneath a dark, unattractive college athlete who hadn't even graduated, her hot, slick inner flesh tightly gripping his cock, secreting slippery juices that coated every inch of his shaft, allowing him to thrust even more fiercely and powerfully. He filled her tight vagina completely, imprinting its every fold with the shape of his cock, claiming both the passage and its owner as his own.
He must be enjoying this immensely.
He must be in absolute ecstasy!
"Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap..."
"Ah, ah, ah... Xiao Yu! Xiao Yu! Too fast! Too fast! It's so full... ah..."
Aunt Ouyang trembled as if struck by lightning. Zhao Chenyu's cock was so large that her honeyed entrance couldn't fully accommodate it, yet he held nothing back with each thrust. The massive head easily kissed the deepest part of her womb, delivering the most extreme sensation with every movement.
Hearing Aunt Ouyang's moans, Zhao Chenyu adjusted his rhythm.
"Ohh... Sister Lan, do you... do you also crave my big cock?"
Zhao Chenyu pulled out until only the tip remained inside, then used the front half of his shaft to rapidly thrust against the front part of Aunt Ouyang's vagina. The upward curve of his head and shaft perfectly rubbed against her sensitive G-spot.
"Ah... mmm... mmm, ahhh!"
Stimulated at her G-spot, Aunt Ouyang's moans grew low and rapid, dominated by nasal sounds, like hurried panting.
"Don't you, Sister Lan?" Zhao Chenyu pressed.
"Uh... yes... uh..." Aunt Ouyang gripped Zhao Chenyu's forearms, her ample breasts shifting from bouncing up and down to trembling in place.
"Did you think about it before coming here today?" Zhao Chenyu continued asking, his focus seeming to shift to talking—his hips moved quickly but not as violently.
"Mmm... yes... otherwise... why would I come... mmm..." Aunt Ouyang's hands climbed upward, gripping Zhao Chenyu's biceps.
"Heh, ever since... ever since last time, when you see me during the day, do you think about it? Think about my big cock." Zhao Chenyu's thrusts were truly fast—the slapping sounds had vanished, replaced by a wet, sticky "squelching" noise, showing just how soaked Aunt Ouyang's honeyed passage had become.
"Uh! Uh... you think... ahhh... everyone is like you... full... full of dirty thoughts... uh!" Aunt Ouyang's moans carried a hint of resentment. At first, I didn't understand, but then I realized—Zhao Chenyu's thrusts only penetrated the front half of Aunt Ouyang's vagina, rapidly rubbing against her G-spot, while the deeper part remained empty, longing for that earlier sensation of being completely filled.
"My head isn't full of dirty thoughts—it's full of Sister Lan. Nothing is more wonderful than Sister Lan."
"I think about Sister Lan during the day, and at night too. Does Sister Lan think about it? Does she think about being fucked by my big cock during the day?" Zhao Chenyu panted heavily, but the movements of his lower body showed no sign of slowing down. Was this guy made of iron?
And he stared into Aunt Ouyang's eyes—this was no longer questioning; it was interrogation.
"Uh! Ah... yes, I think about it! Mmm! Ahhh!" Aunt Ouyang's hands clung to his shoulders, her lower lip tightly pressed as if she wanted to say something.
"Think about what? Think about me fucking you hard! Fucking your slutty pussy!" Zhao Chenyu leaned down slightly, staring at Aunt Ouyang as he uttered the words "slutty pussy."
"Ah... think... stop talking... faster..." Aunt Ouyang's hands wrapped around his neck, finally voicing her plea.
"Faster what? Faster fucking you hard, right? Even harder than this, right?" Zhao Chenyu laughed.
"Uh... yes... faster, Xiao Yu... fuck me..." The last two words from Aunt Ouyang left me utterly stunned.
"Here I come! Sister Lan! Fuck you!" Zhao Chenyu thrust his hips upward forcefully, plunging deep into Aunt Ouyang's honeyed passage.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Three heavy, hammer-like impacts, the crisp slapping sounds echoing throughout the bedroom.
"Ah! Ah! Ah—"
Aunt Ouyang's three cries of pleasure—the pent-up desire from earlier now burst forth under the impact of these three fierce thrusts. The overwhelming wave of climax surged through her body like a flood, drowning her entirely. Her delicate frame arched upward instantly as she wrapped her arms tightly around Zhao Chenyu, clinging to him while convulsing uncontrollably. A wave of electric-like pleasure swept through her body, low moans escaping her throat.
Aunt Ouyang had climaxed again...
"Did it feel good, Sister Lan?" Zhao Chenyu twisted his hips, as if stirring his cock inside Aunt Ouyang's honeyed passage.
"Mmm... ah..." Aunt Ouyang's face flushed with intoxication, responding with a dazed murmur.
"It's been a while since I've had such an intense climax, and right after, there's still a big cock filling your wet pussy." Zhao Chenyu continued with his lewd talk, and Aunt Ouyang didn't object, still panting heavily.
"Sister Lan, do you like Xiao Yu's big cock?" Zhao Chenyu asked soothingly.
"Mmm... I like it..." Having known Aunt Ouyang for over twenty years, I could tell she meant it.
And it broke my heart.
"Hehe, but Sister Lan is satisfied, and Xiao Yu isn't yet." Zhao Chenyu got up, pulling his cock out of Aunt Ouyang's body. A subtle "squelch" sound echoed in my ears.
His cock was drenched in her juices, twitching slightly as the fluid trickled down the shaft to his scrotum, which was also covered in a sticky, foamy mess.
"Come on, turn over." Zhao Chenyu helped Aunt Ouyang's delicate body roll to the other side of the bed.
With that turn, my eyes widened in shock.
Earlier, due to the camera angle and the bodies of Zhao Chenyu and Aunt Ouyang blocking the view, I couldn't see the scene of Aunt Ouyang's honey pot being thrust into. But as her body moved away from its previous position, I finally saw it—the bright red bedsheet where they had been joined was soaked with a large, dark red circular stain, dotted with splattered droplets. The area was so extensive that nearly a quarter of the sheet was drenched, with the moisture threatening to spread toward the edge of the bed.
My God, Aunt Ouyang, how could there be so much fluid?
"What are you going to do?" Aunt Ouyang asked weakly.
"Doggy style—my favorite position. What's Sister Lan's favorite?" Zhao Chenyu asked while adjusting her body.
"I... like being on the bottom..." Aunt Ouyang replied shyly. Her delicate body knelt on the bed, elbows propped on the sheet, nervously brushing her hair aside.
"Oh~ Just like earlier? Xiao Yu pinning Sister Lan down, making you unable to move, fucking you hard." Zhao Chenyu described it lewdly.
"You and your dirty mouth." Aunt Ouyang glanced back at him, glaring.
"My mouth is dirty, and Sister Lan's pussy is wet, hehe." Zhao Chenyu pointed at the damp bedsheet while she looked back, earning another glare from her.
"I remember now—Sister Lan likes being pinned down. Oh, Sister Lan's big ass—lower your waist a bit, yes, arch your back." Zhao Chenyu stroked the small of Aunt Ouyang's back, and she obediently adjusted her position as instructed.
The camera remained on the headboard, capturing Aunt Ouyang's sexy back and perfect S-curve from this angle. Her ripe peach-like buttocks displayed a perfect heart shape, the two plump, rounded cheeks trembling slightly, utterly tempting.
Yet this flawless, fair, and tender peach-like ass was about to be penetrated by the dark, ugly cock of the athletic student behind her—a scene of stark contrast.
"This big, white ass is just amazing!" Zhao Chenyu knelt upright, gripping Aunt Ouyang's plump buttocks with both hands, spreading them apart. His gaze fixed intently on her damp honey pot, his thumbs rubbing against her perineum.
Unfortunately, from this angle, I couldn't see Aunt Ouyang's honey pot... Why was I even regretting it?
"Lan Jie, I want to fuck you! I want to take you from behind!" Zhao Chenyu thrust his hips forward, his large glans aimed at the wet entrance, smoothly plunging in to the hilt!
"Ah... too deep!" Aunt Ouyang let out a high-pitched moan, unable to hold back her exclamation.
"That's right, this position goes deep, right into Lan Jie's deepest place, the very deepest!" Zhao Chenyu said, gripping her buttocks with both hands and beginning vigorous thrusts.
"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"
"Ah! Ah! Uh! Uh ah!"
Each thrust of Zhao Chenyu's cock was deep and forceful, the sounds of their coupling unceasing. Aunt Ouyang's raised buttocks shook with each impact, waves of flesh rolling, her snow-white body swaying back and forth, her sweat-drenched, alluring back adding to the lewd spectacle.
"Lan Jie! Lan Jie! Does it feel good? Does it feel good?" Zhao Chenyu asked twice in a row.
"Ah! Ah... uh! Uh! Good! So good! It feels amazing!" Aunt Ouyang answered three times amidst bone-melting, lustful moans.
"Is it my big cock that fucks you the best?" Zhao Chenyu panted heavily, continuing to enjoy Aunt Ouyang's perfect body and passionate responses.
"Yes... ahhh—yes... mmm!"
The sounds of flesh colliding, the man's heavy breathing, and the woman's wanton gasps intertwined, creating an intensely lewd symphony that made anyone who heard it burn with heat. Aunt Ouyang's enthusiastic responses clearly showed she was overwhelmed with pleasure from Zhao Chenyu's cock, her lust ignited, seemingly lost in the carnal joy with the man behind her.
"Slap slap slap slap slap!" Zhao Chenyu's thrusts were indeed fierce.
"Lan Jie, do you like my big cock?"
"I do! Ah—"
"Lan Jie, do you like Xiao Yu?"
"Uh uh—I do! I like Xiao Yu! Ahhh... it feels so good... too deep, I can't take it! Ah!"
"Then, Lan Jie, will you be my girlfriend?"
"Uh uh! Girl... friend... what nonsense... ah uh uh uh! Too deep! I can't take it anymore!"
"Slap!" A crisp sound rang out—not from thrusting, but from Zhao Chenyu's large hand landing firmly on Aunt Ouyang's peach-like buttocks.
"Ah..." Aunt Ouyang trembled all over.
"Will you? Lan Jie, be my girl! friend!"
Zhao Chenyu emphasized each of the last three words with a powerful thrust.
"Ah... uh... ah!" Aunt Ouyang trembled repeatedly, nearly collapsing onto the bed.
"Will you?" Zhao Chenyu fucked her vigorously, but his tone was cautious, as if saying the meekest words while doing the fiercest deeds.
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