My girlfriend's pussy was fucked (student campus adult novel)

When I was having lunch at home at noon, I felt that my wife sitting opposite me at the table looked unhappy. She didn't say a word, just lowered her head and ate silently, unlike usual when she always called me "husband" and urged me to eat. He had just eaten half a bowl of tea when he sat down on the sofa alone to drink water. He held the empty cup for a long time, and his eyes were fixed on nowhere. He looks like he is worried about something. When asked what was wrong, she just shook her head vaguely and said: Maybe I have a cold and my head feels a little uncomfortable. I didn't take it too seriously, but just told her to take some medicine after dinner, and to ask for leave from the company's leader if she wanted to rest, and to take care of her health. Mr. Zhang didn't wait for me to say anything and kept apologizing. After I sent Mr. Zhang and his secretary Xiao Wang out of the hotel, I was happy to have a half-day break, so I took a taxi home.

When I arrived at the door, I gently inserted the key into the door lock and opened the door, fearing to wake up my wife who was taking a nap. As soon as I entered the door, I noticed a pair of thick black men's European leather shoes on the shoe rack at the door. "Who would come to my house at noon when everyone is going to work?" I couldn't help but wonder. Besides, even if there are guests at home, they should sit in the living room. What's more, my wife is the only woman at home, so how can there be no one in the living room?

Just when I was wondering, I suddenly heard a man's voice coming from the bedroom. I couldn't help but feel strange. My wife was home alone, so how could she bring a male guest to the bedroom? So I took off my shoes and walked quietly to the bedroom door barefoot. The door was not closed tightly, and through the gap that was left, I was stunned by what I saw.

A greasy-haired, big-bellied man was lying on my bed with his upper body naked. My wife was sitting sideways on the edge of the bed with her back to the door, picking up the man's shirt. I immediately felt a ball of burning anger rising in my chest. The raging flames were mercilessly burning my heart which was beating wildly due to anger. The boiling blood in the ventricles gushed out along the aorta to the brain in powerful streams, and kept surging up, accumulating more and more, and all seven orifices were expanding, as if it would burst out from the eyes, nostrils, and ear sockets at any moment. I was about to kick the door, but at that moment, I stopped my legs in mid-air.

An obscene thought jumped out and occupied my mind, defeating my rationality, and a kind of voyeuristic pleasure stood in front of me evilly. It teased and instigated me in my mind: No man can tolerate his woman's body being possessed by another man, let alone entering her body in front of him. But no man has the opportunity to quietly witness the entire process of the person he loves being violated without anyone knowing, and it is a real live voyeur. And now you have the opportunity to see her having an affair with someone else without anyone knowing, including your wife and this fat man. This despicable thought is trying its best to find the dirty thoughts deep in my heart. It is stirring up the resonance of another me in my inner world. It is searching for the most shameless and obscene things in me that can arouse me to believe in it and obey it to go along with it. It wants to convince me, and it tries its best to make me have an obscene thought, to make me put down my angry legs, and to make me want to quietly peek at the appearance of my wife under another man's crotch.

"My husband is going to negotiate a contract this afternoon, but he may be back soon. Didn't you say you wouldn't come to my house to disturb me? Please, go away. Can't I come to see you in the evening? Mr. Zhao!" This is the voice of my wife.

"I just want to fuck you at your home, on your husband's bed. Your husband has to discuss business this afternoon and he won't be back soon. What are you afraid of? Stop talking nonsense and quickly take out all the things I brought!" The fat man said while pulling my wife's hair with his hands and pulling it down hard.

"It hurts, you're hurting me, please let go!" The wife shouted softly while pulling the man's hand that was pulling her hair.

"Hurry up, let me kiss you first." The man had no intention of letting go. Instead, he pulled my wife's head towards his mouth with more force.

My wife's mouth was completely covered by the fat man's thick lips, and the fat man deliberately made a "kissing" sound. But he still didn't let go of the hand that was pulling her hair. "Suck my tongue!" The fat man stretched out his long tongue and ordered his wife, who could only frown in pain and reluctantly open her two very seductive lips to suck the fat tongue. I can assert that the dark red lipstick and charming lip line my wife wore today are something I have never seen her wear in the two years since we got married. I believe this was done specifically for this fat man.

"Well, it feels so good. Damn, your saliva smells so good." After kissing for a while, the fat man let go of my wife. "Your husband is so lucky to find a woman like you, but he doesn't know that I gave him a hat belt. Haha..." The fat man laughed triumphantly, and his laughter was like a sword that pierced my heart, and blood spurted from the penetrated wound into my internal organs.

"Take off your clothes quickly, and let me fuck you hard on his turf today."

"Just this time, okay? I'm really scared. Don't come to my house again. I'll agree to it in other places, okay?"

"Stop talking nonsense and take off your clothes quickly. My dick is so hard that it hurts. Today I am going to fuck your husband hard on his bed. Take off your clothes quickly!"

The fat man spoke rudely to his wife. As the fat man inserted his penis into her mouth, she couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan.

"Look, what's stuck on it?" The fat man pulled his penis out of his wife's mouth, put it in front of her eyes and asked.

"My lipstick and saliva" my wife answered as she looked at the thick penis with saliva reflecting in front of her face.

"No, it's your vaginal fluid, the vaginal fluid secreted from your vagina above."

"Yes, Mr. Zhao, it is the vaginal fluid secreted from my vagina."

"I want to spank your slutty face with my cock covered in your lipstick and saliva, okay?"

"Please use your penis to whip my slutty face, Mr. Zhao!" At this time, my wife did not seem to have the sense of shame she had at the beginning. Her breasts, which were still held up by her hands, began to rise and fall violently with her rapid breathing. I believe she had entered a state of sexual promiscuity and had an inexplicable anticipation for the impending sexual abuse.

The fat man spread his legs and straddled his wife's shoulders, clamping his wife's entire head between his crotch. With his left hand, he pulled his wife's hair back and tilted her face up. With his right hand, he held the base of his penis, like a whip, and began to hit her face with his penis over and over again. The penis hitting my face made a rhythmic slapping sound that reached my ears. I felt my heart beating at a very fast speed. I pressed my chest as if I was pressing on the heart that was about to jump out of my chest. I am ashamed of myself for being so vulgar. Seeing my wife being abused like a sex slave by a strange man, I am indifferent and instead have sexual impulses. I hope that such abuse will last longer and be more crazy. The fat man whipped his wife hard and asked from time to time, "Is this how you do it? Well, is this how it is?" The wife frowned and closed her eyes with every heavy blow from the penis, and gently twisted her face left and right as if she was trying to dodge, or as if she was using different parts of her body to welcome the beating of the penis. This reaction of the wife seemed to be exactly what the fat man wanted to see, so she was beaten even more violently. The continuous slapping sounds, accompanied by the fat man's low, short nasal sound, echoed throughout the small bedroom. My wife began to moan softly from her throat, "Hmmmm ah" "Hit me, Mr. Zhao, hit my slutty face, just like that, just like that"

At this time, my wife's facial expression began to look confused. What a pleasure, what a satisfaction this was. I could clearly see my wife's throat sliding up and down due to excitement and agitation, and hear her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. My wife's moans began to change in tone, becoming more and more excited. "I'm going to beat you to death, I'm going to beat you to death, you slut." The fat man was getting more and more excited, and he hit me harder and harder. My wife's face was covered with more and more lipstick and saliva from the penis, and she looked obscene. In the dim light of the bedroom, a fascinating and lustful glow was emitted.

The fat man's rough movements and vulgar and insulting language no longer disgusted me or made me feel deeply insulted. Instead, they aroused stronger sexual desires in me. I even began to feel lucky that I didn't rush in. I even shamelessly hoped that he would be more rough. The fat man seemed tired of whipping my wife, so he let go of his hands that were pulling my wife's hair. He put his hands on his hips, straightened his thick penis that was shining with saliva, and ordered, "Okay, it's your turn to serve me well. Suck me hard." My wife opened her eyes with confusion and even a little intoxication, her hands still supporting a pair of round breasts, but her nipples were obviously beginning to swell. She tilted her head back and kissed the fat man's glans. "Put your hands behind your back, as if you were tied up." The fat man said as he moved his wife's hands behind her back and clasped them together. Her cheeks that were sunken from sucking, her sexy lips, and the intoxicated expression on her face as she stroked the thick penis up and down continuously were enough to drive any man crazy. More and more saliva accumulated in the mouth, making each stroke louder than before. The saliva brought out by the penis going in and out made it reflect light more strongly. The well-defined lip line on my wife's lips began to become blurred, and the dark red lipstick began to be brought to other parts outside the lip line by the overflowing saliva. Everything seemed so obscene. The fat man handcuffed his wife's hands behind her back and ordered her to kneel down again. This time, the fat man was not in a hurry to torture her. Instead, he stood aside and looked at the naked beautiful woman from a distance. He let her look at him, and then slowly moved her knees to his crotch. The fat man held up his wife's face with his hands and ordered, "Say, 'Mr. Zhao, please allow me to use my lewd mouth instead of my vagina to relieve the heat of your penis.'" "Mr. Zhao, please allow me to use my lewd mouth instead of my vagina to relieve the heat of your penis." The wife closed her eyes and repeated in a low voice. With a slap, the fat man slapped her not too hard. "Damn, are you unwilling? You sound like a mosquito." "Mr. Zhao, please allow me to use my filthy mouth instead of my vagina to relieve the heat of your penis." The wife repeated it with her eyes open. "Hahaha, that's right, it will be more satisfying to have sex with you this way." The fat man pressed his wife's head with both hands and began to slowly slide his penis into his wife's mouth. The entire bedroom began to echo with the unique gurgling sound made during oral sex, the wet gurgling sound. Because the fat man had handcuffed his wife's hands, he could thrust his penis forward even more unscrupulously, pumping it in and out wildly. With every deep thrust, he could hear a gurgling sound deep in his wife's throat and the occasional nausea and retching sound from going too deep. The deep penetration of the penis into the throat makes my wife's mouth produce more sticky saliva. A lot of the mucus is brought out of the mouth by the penis that is occasionally dragged outside the mouth due to long-distance sprints, and drips down the corners of the mouth onto her breasts and the floor. "Am I better or is your husband?" "Speaking of which, is my penis better or your husband's?" "Mr. Zhao, please don't ask like that, okay?" "Do you feel sorry for your husband? Haha... I just want the feeling you have. It feels so good! Come, let me continue to fuck you for your husband." The fat man grabbed his wife's hair and pulled it upwards. The wife endured the pain and stood up, but as soon as she stood up, the fat man pushed her down onto the bed.

"Lie down and hang your head over the edge of the bed, let me continue to fuck your mouth." The wife's hands were handcuffed behind her back, and she could only lie down slowly with difficulty. The fat man pulled his wife's hair with his hands and made her adjust her body direction according to his request. My wife's head was hanging at the end of the bed, with her face right in the middle of the crotch of the fat man standing at the end of the bed. The fat man was admiring the naked body of this beautiful woman, and the guy between his legs was jumping rhythmically with excitement. The fat man finally raised his thick penis again and slowly inserted it into her mouth. This time the fat man seemed to be much gentler. He supported his body on the edge of the bed with one hand, and stroked my wife's breasts and lower abdomen with the other hand. He slowly thrust his waist forward, allowing his penis to slowly pump into my wife's mouth.

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