Qian Yuling sat on the sofa, lightly made up and smoking a cigarette. Her subtle makeup gave her a dignified and elegant air. Being with these wealthy won was a sign of mutual support; sotis, business was done that way. Don't be fooled by the fact that these wealthy won were looking for prostitutes. Without any special talents, they couldn't afford to spend money. A visit here wasn't cheap, much more expensive than calling a prostitute or a call girl.
"Yuling, which one are you ordering this ti?" a plump, fair-skinned woman asked, sitting down with a beer bottle. She was from the Tang family and Qian Yuling's eldest aunt. Well, strictly speaking, she was her son's eldest aunt, her husband's sister. Calling soone "elder aunt" was a polite and courteous gesture between won, and following the younger generation's example made it seem more intimate. It was just a na. Qian Yuling always addressed them by their first nas, never using fancy terms.
"Just find soone hairy, haha, what about you?" Qian Yuling's wicked humor returned. She wasn't looking for a prostitute just to satisfy her carnal desires.
"? I'll find one with a bigger scrotum!" Tang Yuanxiu scoffed, her eyes flickering as she held her red wine glass. She wasn't so good woman. If she wanted to play the innocent ga, she could find another man, but who would fall in love with a prostitute? No normal man would date a prostitute, let alone a rich woman.
The two exchanged a smile. Both wealthy won harbored deep desires and shared a disdain for n. In the Tang household, everyone basically played their own gas. Those with the talent could have fun, while those without could stay ho.
The music ended, and the wealthy won began selecting strong n to take back to their rooms for their pleasure. So of the older, uglier ones, those over sixty, would even co in pairs at once.
If you want to fuck these rich won, even if you're on top, you can't force it. If you make the rich woman unhappy, you'll get a complaint and lose a month's salary. There are prostitutes everywhere. If you can't do this, don't do it.
Using your tongue to get a coin out of stinky tofu that's been fernting in the toilet for a week is just basic stuff. Do you still want to be a prostitute if you don't have so special skills?
Qian Yuling selected two hunks and returned to the room. The two hunks looked at Qian Yuling's graceful buttocks in front of them and couldn't help but fantasize about how they would fuck her.
Inside the room, besides the three n, there was also a female bodyguard. She had protected Qian Yuling for ten years, never retired, and was incredibly loyal to her.
"Take off your clothes." Qian Yuling lit a cigarette and took out her phone to check it, keeping an eye on the news. She couldn't miss anything just for fun.
The two hunks exchanged a glance, each excitedly stripping off their clothes and revealing their ten-centiter penises—not too long, not too short, just the right size. Perhaps it was because they'd been chosen by such a graceful and elegant beauty; the chance to seduce such a stunning beauty was a sliver of lifespan!
"Grab his arm. Is it hairy? Do you like working out?" Qian Yuling asked calmly. Sitting on the sofa, the pink light was sowhat alluring. She stared at the slug in front of her with a faint sense of disdain. She'd slept with many n, both white and black, but only for fun, never interested in physical contact. The won she'd slept with were either hospitalized or disabled, so you could imagine what this playful approach ant.
"I like it. We all like working out. Sister, how do you want to play? How about a water curtain bath?" the hunks with the number 113 tag on their wrist said, a little excited to have such a stunning woman. At the sa ti, a sense of disdain welled up within him. These dignified won were secretly so slutty. They were nothing more than that, entrepreneurs? Haha, nothing more than playthings under soone's crotch.
"You're full of energy, huh? Very good. I like energetic handso n. Grab him, don't move. Let see how much energy you have. Haha, don't let down." Qian Yuling smiled as she stood up. Seeing her brilliant smile, the two hunks shuddered, as if they were being stared at by a venomous snake.
Crack! The room was filled with props: whips, candles, nails, flathrowers, and more.
The two hunks were restrained by torture instrunts, spread out in a spread-eagle position, their hands and feet bound.
Qian Yuling picked up so of the props, picked up a lighter and candle, and lit them. She walked over in her ten-centiter peep-toe stilettos and poured candlelight onto the n's erect penises. The scalding wax dripped down, landing precisely on the muscular man's glans.
"Ah!" The man shuddered and imdiately collapsed. "Sister, stop, stop, it hurts!"
"Does it hurt? There's sothing even better!" Qian Yuling's smile grew crueler, pouring out with gusto. The wax dripped continuously, each drop on the glans making the man scream in agony, and each scream brought her imnse pleasure!
The nearby man, who hadn't yet been waxed, raised his eyelids. This wasn't sex; this was pure torture!
After playing with the candle for a while, Qian Yuling extinguished it, leaving no trace. The man's voice had grown hoarse from the wax dripping, and blisters had already ford on his penis from the intense heat. Blisters on the penis—anyone who's tried it knows it's incredibly painful!
Putting down the candle, Qian Yuling picked up a flathrower. It was used by the pork stall to roast pig hair, removing it to fetch a good price. Instead, it was used by a wealthy woman to create a happy fire.
Looking at the sturdy man with thick pubic hair, Qian Yuling activated the flathrower and unleashed a barrage of flas on him.
The blazing flas began to singe the duck's pubic hair, even his penis drooping from the heat, clearly burned!
"Ah! Big sister, please let go... Ah... It's so hot... Ah... It's burning to death!" the man continued to scream. His mont of triumph was matched only by his present dismay!
Qian Yuling burned for a full minute, nearly consuming all of the man's pubic hair. Then she picked up so white wine and poured it over him.
Boom! A blazing wave of flas instantly scorched the man's hair, singeing so of his hair and nearly roasting his penis.
After doing all this, Qian Yuling picked up the red wine and took a sip, happily enjoying the feeling of the red wine going down her throat. Only torturing n can bring her happiness!
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