Yang Haoran held Aunt Shen’s completely naked body, his chest pressed tightly against her fair and smooth jade-like back. His paw rested on her perky, round hip, gently caressing it. The fair, tender skin was as smooth as creamy jade, and the delicate, slightly raised, red, irregular marks beneath his touch intoxicated him.
These were all his handiwork, his marks of ownership branded upon Aunt Shen’s body.
Unlike Mom, Aunt Shen doted on him and had masochistic tendencies. Aunt Shen would be his primary object of torment, the vessel for venting his perverse desires.
The more stunningly beautiful Aunt Shen became, the more he wanted to torture this exquisite creature, to listen to the decadent sounds of her screams, to hear that beautiful wailingβit was like reaching paradise!
Their natures were perfectly matched. He had the desire, and she was willing; they were ideal life partners. Together, they would explore the beautiful natural scenery of life’s long journey until she became pregnant, moving on to the next stage.
Lulled by the soothing mood, Yang Haoran drifted drowsily into sleep.
In his dream, Aunt Shen seemed to be dressed in a pure white wedding gown for him. In the solemn and sacred hall of the wedding ceremony, she walked gracefully toward him, her hands folded over her lower abdomen.
The long, pure white wedding gown trailed on the ground. As she approached, the white gown, symbolizing purity and innocence, enveloped her jade-like body. Her elegant neck wore a black collar symbolizing depravity, and a silver dog chain dragged along the ground alongside the wedding gown. The sacred wedding gown did not cover her two towering, plump, and enormous breasts; they were exposed to the open, with two pink cherries adorned with gleaming silver nipple rings. She walked toward him, trembling slightly, appearing utterly licentious.
Among the blurred faces of the many guests, one face gradually became clear, as if the mist had been blown awayβit was his childhood friend, Zhou Shiwen.
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Time passed slowly, like sand slipping through one’s fingers, scattering and drifting away. In the blink of an eye, it was past ten o’clock. The night outside the window grew deeper, quiet and soundless.
In the licentious wedding hall, Yang Haoran, in his hazy state, seemed to hear someone calling him, like a voice from beyond. The dream gradually blurred and then collapsed…
Yang Haoran slowly opened his eyes. Aunt Shen’s stunningly beautiful face came into view, looking at him with a half-smile. Standing beside her was Tang Wenqian, dressed in a sexy maid outfit. Her pretty face met his gaze, and she slightly blushed before turning her head away.
“Little Ranran, if you’re going to sleep, could you take the anal plug out of me first?”
Seeing that Yang Haoran was awake, Shen Qing’s soft, seductive voice, like a gentle breeze, blew into Yang Haoran’s heart. He instantly jolted awake, all remnants of drowsiness gone.
He had actually fallen asleep and even had a wonderful dream. But a moment of spring passion is worth a fortune in goldβwhat a waste! Tonight, he still had a threesome with Aunt Shen and Tang Wenqian waiting for him to enjoy!
“Aunt Shen, good thing you woke me up. Otherwise, I would have regretted it to death when I woke up tomorrow morning,” Yang Haoran said with emotion, already moving to get out of bed.
“Wait!”
Shen Qing spoke, then turned to look at Tang Wenqian and said with a smile, “Wenqian, you know what to do, right?”
“Yes, Sister Shen!”
A faint blush rose on Tang Wenqian’s pretty face. Under Yang Haoran’s confused gaze, Tang Wenqian slowly knelt down, bending her knees toward him. Then, she kowtowed, pressing her head to the ground, and prostrated herself before him.
Shen Qing, beside her, followed suit, also getting down on all fours and kneeling before Yang Haoran. She pressed her head against the cold floor, as if expressing her own lowliness.
Just as Yang Haoran was bewildered, unsure what game Aunt Shen was playing, a seductive, charming voice sounded in his ear: “Master, before you step down from the bed, please step on me and Wenqian. Wenqian has just entered the household and doesn’t understand the rules yet. Please give her a chance to recognize her place, so that in the future, she can obediently serve you alongside me.”
Aunt Shen, if you want to be humiliated, you don’t need to make excusesβand you even dragged Sister Wenqian into it. Yang Haoran was both amused and exasperated, silently grumbling to himself.
Yet, as he looked at the two beautiful women obediently prostrating themselves on the ground, it was like a tantalizing tease stirring his desires.
In an instant, Yang Haoran’s breathing became rapid. He supported himself with his arms and shifted to sit on the edge of the bed. He lifted both feet, placing one each on the heads of Aunt Shen and Tang Wenqian. The soles of his feet could feel their jet-black hair, smooth as satin. The licentious scene before him was like that of an ancient master, stepping on the heads of two maids, highlighting the elevation of one’s status and the debasement of the other.
Aunt Shen’s provocative maneuver shifted Yang Haoran’s mindset from drowsy wakefulness to excitement in mere seconds. Like a playful child, he stepped left and right, turning his feet with a smile, savoring the strange thrill of feeling superior.
Tang Wenqian’s face was flushed crimson. A few strands of her dark hair fell over her forehead, swaying andζε¨ as her head was stepped on and played with. Each movement felt like a heavy hammer striking directly into her heart. An intense sense of shame enveloped her entire being, even causing her prostrated body to tremble slightly.
She couldn’t help butεζ¨εζ¨ (complain/resent) Sister Shen in her heart. How could she humiliate someone like this? It’s like trampling human dignity into the mud. Doesn’t Sister Shen feel any shame herself?
Unable to suppress her curiosity, or perhaps to distract herself from the overwhelming shame, Tang Wenqian glanced out of the corner of her eye at Sister Shen, who was also being stepped on beside her. Shen Qing’s charming face, as beautiful as the autumn moon, and her flushed cheeks came into view, startling Tang Wenqian.
So Sister Shen also felt shame!
Just as Yang Haoran felt it was about enough, a seductive, slightly trembling voice sounded in his ear: “Master~ how much longer are you going to step on me?”
Knowing that Aunt Shen was expressing her dissatisfaction, Yang Haoran gave an embarrassed laugh and moved his feet away.
This little game ofζ θΆ£ (kinky play) was like a small surprise in the interaction between a man and a womanβarriving unexpectedly, spent joyfully, making one’s heart race uncontrollably, full of ups and downs.
Noticing that Yang Haoran had moved his feet away, Shen Qing and Tang Wenqian glanced at each other and simultaneously shifted to a kneeling posture. Their beautiful eyes looked up at Yang Haoran, awaiting his next instructions.
“Aunt Shen, Sister Wenqian, come together and lick my big cock!” Yang Haoran sat on the edge of the bed, his hips thrust forward, his fuckrod already hard as an iron bar, glaring fiercely at their fair, smooth, and pretty faces.
In the following few minutes, the licentious scene was enough to make one’s blood boil and lust burn wildly.