The woman's attitude flipped instantly. Her sleepy eyes, once lazy, now sparkled like she'd struck gold when they locked on Long Gen's crotch.
"Get to know each other deeper? Just say you wanna fuck. Why the fancy talk?" Long Gen glared, annoyed.
City chicks were supposed to be slutty as hell, so why the hesitation? Wanna fuck but won't admit it? Stammering like a fool—what's that about?
"Giggle, giggle," The woman laughed.
At first, she thought this poor kid was just a limp-dick hillbilly. But after seeing his massive cock, her pussy itched like crazy—like a cat spotting a fish, no way she'd let it go. Looking at Long Gen now, he was hot as hell: built like a yak, straightforward guy.
She loved the rough type.
"You're so bad. Come, sit inside." She swayed her ass, ushering Long Gen in.
Long Gen didn't hold back, striding right in.
TV always said cities were full of scams—bump-and-fall cons, endless tricks, especially seduction scams. Some hot chick, flashing her tits, shaking her ass, cozying up to you, whispering about "borrowing your seed." The second you whip out your cock, she screams rape or assault! Then two guys pop out, demanding cash to settle or off to the police you go.
But Long Gen wasn't scared. He had barely two hundred bucks left—take it, who cares? And one or two guys? No match for him.
Most importantly, his cock was a beast. This chick looked hornier than a bitch in heat, more eager than meeting her long-lost mom. Would she scam him?
He stepped inside, hit by a strong perfume. The room was decent—a bed, a leather sofa, a coffee table set. Long Gen paused. Outside was just a tiny alley, the shop front small, but inside? Pretty damn fancy.
"Sit. I'll get you water." She was quick, her ass twisting like a dance, pouring water. "Rest a bit, I'll lock the door." Off she went.
Sipping the tea, a cool tingle refreshed him. Looking around, he spotted an electric boyfriend by her bed.
"No wonder her face is flushed like a flood—she's been playing with herself." He picked it up; it was still wet.
What's with city chicks? This horny?
"What're you doing with that?" She walked in, seeing him fiddle with her bedside toy, blushing slightly. "Uh, I'll…"
"I'm Long Gen, what's your name?" He was impatient. Just drop the pants and fuck—why all the dawdling? City folks, so unstraightforward!
"Uh, I'm Yang Ting." She paused. "What should I call you?"
"Whatever."
Long Gen didn't care, plopping onto the sofa, waving her over. "Come, sit here. Let me feel you up."
Yang Ting didn't hesitate, sitting down.
The moment she did, a big hand slid under her ass, two fingers digging at her slit, teasing it. She squirmed, uncomfortable.
Long Gen grinned wickedly, stroking his chin, sizing her up. Damn, she was fine—snow-white skin, a faint scent tickling his nose, her cleavage deep from her squeezed-together tits. Slim waist, but a big, round ass.
Her white, round thighs strained her tiny skirt, a glimpse of what's inside teasing him.
"Mmph, don't… don't dig, it's itchy…" Yang Ting reacted, her hips swaying, ass lifting, dodging his hand.
His fingers poked, her slit leaking, hot and tingly.
"Itchy? No problem, I'll scratch it. Come, sit in my lap." Long Gen smirked, pulling her close with his strength, plopping her onto his thighs.
One hand on her back, the other lifted her skirt. Her pink panties were soaked, a big wet patch still warm.
"Damn, look how horny you are! One touch and you're flooding." He laughed inside, frowning on purpose.
Like a savior Bodhisattva, he said, "Tch, if you hadn't met me, what'd you do?"
His hand stroked her smooth thighs, endless white, sliding to her crotch like a snake. Her plump pussy lips bulged, full and thick.
His finger pressed her slit, nails lightly scraping. *Squelch, squelch.* A few rubs, some juice leaked, he pressed deeper, then dug again.
Back and forth, soon a hot stream gushed out, his finger buried in her slit. *Squelch, squelch.* Sticky droplets rolled down her panties' edge.
"Don't… stop digging, it's itchy… ugh, inside's itchy… ahh…" Yang Ting couldn't handle it.
His fingers were like eels, wriggling in her pussy, scraping her walls, better than her electric boyfriend.
She wasn't manless—her guy could fuck fine. But he was always away on business, gone for weeks, staying one night before leaving. How's that enough? Her pussy was practically calloused—how could she not fuck?
Pissed, she opened the adult shop, trying electric boyfriends, vibrators, everything. But none felt real. Every time she neared climax, she fantasized about a strong man fucking her.
Now, that man was here.
"Long Gen, stop… no more digging, use… use your cock… ugh…" She collapsed in his arms, her tits popping out like they were startled.
"Not comfy?" Long Gen tilted his head, nearly nosebleeding at her white, massive tits. Not perky, they sagged like boneless worms, but soft and pale, like kneading dough. His mouth talked, but his hand sped up, drilling like a jackhammer. *Smack, smack, smack.*
"Ahhh… no, stop… ugh… ah…"
Eyes shut, mouth gaping, panting, her body shook, spasming. Her pussy burst like a dam, a wave flooding out.
"Tch, that's all you got?" Long Gen scoffed. Her juice soaked his pants like she'd pissed, done in ten minutes. Boring, disappointing.
Thought this slut had game, but she's just another cock-hungry chick. Did he even need to whip it out?
But not whipping it out wasn't his style.
"Fine, you're getting lucky, slut." Muttering, he plopped her on the sofa, flipped her skirt, and *swoosh*—yanked off her panties.
The panties, lodged in her slit, pulled out a long, sticky white string, like fresh glue, steaming. Her plump pussy lips trembled, tinged red.
"What a jungle!" With pants on, he hadn't noticed. Off, he saw her bush was thick as hair.
His finger probed, sliding along her slit. Her lips quivered, wrapping his finger, slick with her cream.
"Ugh… Long Gen, quick, fuck me with your cock… ah, stop digging, it's itchy…" Still panting, his Immortal Hand struck again.
Her man fucked her like a tired dog, panting on the bed. Less than a minute's rest, and Long Gen was back at it. Worst part? She'd cum once and hadn't even seen his cock.
Summoning courage, her hand grabbed his crotch.
His pants bulged, a massive peak like a TV tower piercing the sky!
"Ah? How'd it get so thick?"
Yang Ting yanked her hand back, palm burning, eyes wide with fear, stammering like she'd seen a ghost.
"No way… it… it got bigger? God!"
Long Gen smirked. "Get ready, big cock's coming…"
"Ah?"
Yang Ting yelped, turning as she was flipped onto the coffee table. A slap hit her ass, his massive cock pulled out, pressing against her cheeks, its scorching heat flooding her body.
"No, no, I don't wanna fuck…" *Ah!*
*Squelch.* A piercing scream rang out.
Tears nearly fell. It felt like a red-hot hammer rammed inside, burning, ripping her pussy apart.
*Smack.*
His cock charged forward, bottoming out, slamming her ass, two atomic bombs pounding her bushy jungle!
"Ah!" Yang Ting screamed, eyes rolling, nearly fainting from pain.
His hands pinned her back, hips maxed out, his black cock thrusting like a piledriver, drilling her deepest core, drawing sweet juices.
*Smack, smack, smack.*
"Ahhh…"
The room echoed with high-pitched moans, streams of juice sliding from her pussy, white foam pooling on the floor, his cock *squelching* against her walls…
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