39: Chapter 39 Perfect Replication 39: Chapter 39 Perfect Replication In the video on the phone, Chen Zhong and the fourth female lead who had appeared were fiercely engaged in a fingering battle.
It was that familiar 69 position again.
As the best male lead with an average combat ti of about ten minutes, although his actual prowess was lacking, he seed to have carved out a niche battlefield in the area of fingering and sucking, doing it with considerable skill.
His fingers worked so skillfully that the fourth young woman moaned incessantly, with signs of an imminent climax.
anwhile, on the sofa beside them, Yang Fan and Chen Zhong’s very juicy wife were also making a puffing sound.
The collision of two bodies emitted fierce claps, echoing clearly and forcefully in the room.
Up to this point, the woman, whose na Yang Fan still didn’t know, was still gripping the armrests of the sofa tightly, Yang Fan’s forceful thrusting not allowing her to let go, forcing her to maintain that position.
Her face was flush with arousal, she was drenched in sweat, and her hair felt as though she had just washed it.
Her sweat glands seed rather active, making her sweat easily.
She had been tornted for only half an hour, but her body felt like it was about to start dripping with sweat.
Her throat was also becoming hoarse, making her cries less enticing.
“Aren’t normal n only able to last about ten minutes?
How can you be so incredible, I can’t take it, I feel like I’m going to die,” the woman gasped in rapid breaths, posing an incomprehensible query to Yang Fan.
Yang Fan leaned in and heavily squeezed her intensely swaying breasts a few tis, asking, “Who told you that?
It’s the abnormal n who only last ten minutes, the normal ones typically last about half an hour!”
The woman’s expression beca blank, then she suddenly shouted angrily, “Chen Zhong, that bastard, can he ever tell the truth about anything?
He even lied about this.
He had always told that ten minutes is the limit for a man, anything more than that would be an extraordinary performance!”
“I didn’t think you were so easily fooled!” Yang Fan couldn’t help but be speechless.
Who could believe such stupid words?
Even if she hadn’t experienced other n, doesn’t she ever go online?
“If lasting more than ten minutes is considered an extraordinary performance, then I must indeed be doing the unthinkable,” Yang Fan chuckled, shaking his head, and gave her swinging pink nipples a pinch, “Get up, do it yourself.”
Although this woman was being pushed to cry out desperately, her voice almost gone, her eyes weren’t idle, occasionally glancing at what her husband was doing in the video.
Yang Fan was often worried her eyes might pop out from all that straining.
So he let her take over, both watching and doing it, saving ti and effort.
The woman turned and sat down, with a mournful expression she said, “I don’t look that easy to fool?
Well, appearances can be deceitful, from the mont you arrived today, I suddenly realized I’m a complete fool!”
“He lied even about this, I can’t even imagine how many other things he has lied about.”
Yang Fan adjusted his position and sat down, allowing the woman to squat on his waist, and said lightly, “This isn’t on , don’t try to drag into it.
Even if I hadn’t co, these things would have co out sooner or later if kept hidden for too long.”
“Watching this kind of video, being fucked like this, does it feel good?”
“Good!” the woman said decisively, “It feels like a release of pent-up frustration.”
That response wasn’t what Yang Fan wanted to hear.
He wanted to know if she felt physically good, but she talked about the thrill of avenging her husband.
While both were pleasing, they were fundantally different.
While she was moving up and down, she suddenly reached for the phone.
“What are you taking it for?” Yang Fan asked.
“I want to see how many won this bastard has hidden,” the woman said, scrolling through the phone.
“No need to look, there are seventeen videos in total,” Yang Fan said.
“However, this na Chen Zhong, why does it sound sowhat familiar?”
The woman opened a video, placed the phone back on the table, and said indignantly, “You must have seen his na in the local news, I told you before, he’s a small clerk with a bit of power.”
Yang Fan still couldn’t rember exactly who Chen Zhong was, but from these won calling him ‘Minister Chen’ in the videos, he was certainly not any small clerk, probably a high-ranking official in so departnt of the county.
“Forget about his affairs, focus on fucking , he can do what you need, so can I, you can co to in the future!” the woman suddenly said.
“Oh, and you record the video, where’s the phone?
Give it to , I’ll do it!”
“No, no, no, I don’t want to leave any evidence that could be used against !” Yang Fan quickly shook his head in refusal.
“It’s your phone, I seduced you, what evidence could you possibly leave?
Don’t you want to use this video to blackmail into being your little bitch, to use anyti and get to do things for you?” the woman asked as she turned to look at him.
Yang Fan suddenly caught on and quickly got his phone out, and considerately set it to record, “If you put it that way, then we must record it.
Honestly, I hadn’t even thought of that.”
With such a proactive suggestion, there really seed to be no reason to refuse.
This woman was ruthlessly vengeful!
This move was truly damaging to both sides!
However, she was acting out of rage now, she’d definitely regret it once she cald down.
But, her suggestion was still excellent.
With such a juicy and curvy woman, he naturally wasn’t content with just this one session, more would definitely be better.
As the woman raised the phone, Yang Fan grabbed a sofa cover from the side and used it as a headscarf, covering his head.
Recording was fine, but he still needed to be cautious.
Being a man without power or status, if sothing went wrong later, they could easily take him down.
With just the small power that Shen Lin held, he had given Yang Fan enough trouble, not to ntion so minister.
Yang Fan wanted to enjoy himself but didn’t want to invite trouble.
“What are you doing?” the woman asked, slightly annoyed, seeing Yang Fan’s actions through the phone.
“You do your filming, no need to worry about !” Yang Fan adjusted the sofa cover around his head, exposing just his eyes.
The woman, sowhat displeased, said, “What are you afraid of?
Shouldn’t I be the one who’s afraid?”
“Sister, I’m just a small-ti dealer of mountain goods, just being cautious,” Yang Fan spoke bluntly.
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