"Little Long, no, don’t cum inside! Oh, I don’t want a kid..." After the rush, Shen Lijuan snapped awake, feeling her pussy swell and pulse. Already sore and weak from the pounding, now his cock plunged deep, unloading a flood against her walls.
Sticky, scalding liquid gushed out like he was pissing, rushing inside, making her body go limp again.
Long Gen shook his cock, slurp, pulling it out, trailing a string of white fluid, his face beaming with satisfaction. As if just hearing her, he kneaded her pale boobs and smirked, "Aunt, what’s to fear? We’re not blood-related. Have a kid—can’t we afford it? We’ve got cash." He pointed at the two stacks of red bills on the side, smug as hell. Who’d have thought he’d stumbled into the gigolo ga, pleasing himself and pocketing money?
"Little Long, tell your Aunt—where’d this money really co from?" Shen Lijuan’s face turned serious at the ntion of cash.
In the countryside, twenty grand was no small thing. Her shop barely cleared that in a year. What if it was stolen? Getting caught would be trouble.
"Heh heh," Long Gen’s face lit up with a sleazy grin, his eyes darting to the bushy patch on her belly, still slick with white liquid. Her swollen pussy splayed open, a bit of foam oozing from the hole...
"Wanna know? One more fuck." He grabbed her ankles, aiming for the hole.
Shen Lijuan yelped, "No, stop! It hurts—still sore down there!"
Being a woman was a hassle, she realized. Periods were bad enough, flooding like a river. Once you’re broken in, you crave n. If the guy’s dick is too small or weak, you’re left unsatisfied, burning with need, no relief. But too big? It stretches you wide, like you’re tearing apart—childbirth got nothing on that pain. Her pussy was red and swollen, like a bee sting.
Why’s being a woman so damn complicated?
"Fine, I won’t fuck you then. I’ll save it for Aunt Lihong tonight—making a kid’s serious business," Long Gen said, shaking his cock, ready to pull up his pants and leave.
But Shen Lijuan was quick this ti. She grabbed his cock, yanking it toward her.
"Ow!" Long Gen winced. "Aunt, what’s that for? That’s not how you use the cock. What, wanna suck it?"
"Pfft!" Shen Lijuan’s face flushed, glaring at him. This kid always hit where it hurt. That night, hadn’t she been forced to suck it a couple tis? Thinking of that dark cock churning in her mouth made her face burn, like she’d been stripped naked on the street.
"Little punk, looking for a beating?" She put on a stern face. "Spill it—when did your brain get fixed? Why didn’t you tell sooner? Hmph, you brat. Knowing I’m slaving away running the house, so damn tired, and you’re still playing dumb!"
She’d wanted to know for ages. Getting fucked by her nephew wasn’t a big deal—keep the goods in the family, right? But she couldn’t stay a fool forever. She needed the full story. She wasn’t so sticky note to fuck and ditch when he felt like it.
"Uh... well..." Long Gen eyed his cock stretching in her grip, thinking, Ti to bolt—thirty-six strategies, escape’s the best.
"Eyes darting, huh? Cooking up lies?" Shen Lijuan wasn’t born yesterday. Ever since she figured out he was faking dumb, she’d kept an eye on him. If she didn’t get the truth today, even fucking wouldn’t feel right. What if his brain went bad again and his cock went soft? Then what?
Long Gen saw he wasn’t getting out of this. He sat cross-legged on the bed, letting her hold his cock. He wasn’t scared of much, but if she yanked too hard and broke his cock, that’d be a lifelong disaster. A man’s third leg could bend, stretch, harden, or soften—but snap it, and it’s ga over. He was just starting to enjoy life—his cock was everything!
"Aunt, I’ll co clean," Long Gen said, his face suddenly serious, brows knit tightly, all business.
"Years ago, an old monk passed through. I ran into him in the mountains. He looked at like I was so divine being, nearly dropped to his knees."
"Tch! Bullshit!" Shen Lijuan scoffed. "Little Long, keep lying, and I’ll twist it off!"
"No, wait!" Long Gen waved his hands. "Aunt, it’s true. Hear out."
She loosened her grip, eyeing him.
Long Gen glanced aside, scrambling for what to say next. How do you spin this?
"The monk checked my palm, then my cock. Gave a folk redy—eat it for a month. I didn’t believe it at first, but he slapped once, and my body felt loose, like I’d hit a spa."
"So, I ate turtles and stewed soft-shells every day. Slowly, I got better..."
Pure nonsense, his mind elsewhere, scheming. Ti to collect from Wang Lii—she still owes . And Tian Cuifen, Yang Ying—all of ’em, fork over twenty grand, or I’m not whipping it out! Starve ’em dry!
Chen Xianglian and her daughter, though, I’ll let slide. Widowed for years, good rep, not like that bastard Chen Tianming. They’ve served well enough together.
"Who’d believe that? Hmph!" Shen Lijuan snorted, yanking his cock. "And the money? Don’t tell the monk left you a fortune to scam girls."
"Heh heh," Long Gen grinned, eyes narrowing into slits, a lewd glint flashing. "The money? That’s ’benefits’ from those won."
"Aunt, you know how tiring it is for a guy in bed. Pumping away, doing push-ups, then needing to recover—that costs money. So they paid ..."
"What? Those won?" Shen Lijuan’s eyes widened, stunned. n fucking won and getting paid—two grand a pop?
"Which won? Tell ..." Her heart soured. Keep it in the family, fine—she didn’t mind Long Gen fucking her. But him screwing other won? That stung.
"Yang Ying, Tian Cuifen, Wu Guihua, and more... a bunch," Long Gen said casually. "Aunt, no offense, but you and Aunt Lihong are weak—can’t handle my fucking."
"So many?" Shen Lijuan didn’t even hear the second part. These were the village’s hottest wives! How’d Long Gen fuck them all?
And they were all cadre families’ won. How’d this reckless kid get so bold?
"Little Long, tell straight—how many won you got?"
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