Seeing this, Liu Xiaoli was already hatching a plan. She looked at her daughter, then at her phone, an idea forming.
Further scrolling through her phone, Liu Xiaoli had already found the numbers for Li Bingbing and Tong Liya. During the initial training, Liu Xiaoli had actually served as an instructor, teaching them how to seduce men, a bit like a pimp.
Although Liu Xiaoli, now middle-aged, had maintained herself remarkably well, wealthy men preferred to play with younger models, not middle-aged beauties like her. Young models were more comfortable, more satisfying. If you had money, you wanted to play with women.
Just as she was about to call, Liu Xiaoli saw a set of photos posted by Na Xin on social media, also from the set of Iron Man. "It seems like the film wants to collaborate with us. Haha, no spoilers, probably not. We just came to take a look."
This statement, combined with the filming scenes, made one wonder: was there a collaboration or not? That was the question.
Some people thought this random addition of elements would clutter the film, while others thought it was a good idea, full of freshness, and that Zhao An, as director, would definitely not make a bad film.
In fact, previous Iron Man promotions featured numerous menus. The most jarring part was the opening line that listed a ton of Hollywood stars, like Captain Jack Sparrow and Leonardo DiCaprio, only to be told at the end that none of the aforementioned actors appeared in the film. This was both baffling and hilarious.
"How did that old pimp Na Xin get involved with Zhao An? Could the two sisters be doing it together?" Liu Xiaoli speculated with some malice. It wasn't that she was malicious, but rather that the entertainment industry was incredibly filthy, something only those who had been in it could understand.
Thinking of this, Liu Xiaoli's mind perked up a bit. She found Na Xin's phone number and called her.
At that moment, Na Xin and Na Ying were being pinned down by Zhao An, being fucked like a pyramid.
"Answer the phone!" Zhao An thrust hard against Na Ying. He wasn't exactly lusting after this long-established singer, but he definitely wanted to have some sex.
Na Xin panted, picking up the phone. Looking at his sister, who was being fucked hard on top of him, he sighed and checked the caller ID. "What's up, Xiaoli?"
Na Ying also covered her mouth to stifle a moan, but the swelling of her lower body made her compare it to her husband's, finding it incredibly short.
Liu Xiaoli had no idea the two sisters had actually been fucked together. "Nothing, just wanted to ask, have you guys been working with Future Pictures lately? I saw a picture of you on set."
Na Xin thought to herself, "Not only am I here, I'm even offering to be fucked!" She thought that, but she couldn't say it. Just as she was about to speak, her vagina was suddenly squeezed open, and a thick cock plunged deep into her, pressing against her cervix and grinding against it. The tender, tingling sensation filled her to the brim, and she couldn't help but moan, "Ah!"
Liu Xiaoli's expression was a little strange. She immediately recognized it as the sound of lovemaking. It was strange because, while Na Xin and Na Ying were bitchy, they had never been seen as mistresses or having affairs. It was their penchant for slandering their competitors that was despicable. "What's wrong?"
Na Xin covered her mouth. She could feel Zhao An's growing excitement, his thrusts into her vagina increasing in speed. "No, nothing, we just came to take a look. What's going on?" She covered her mouth, trying to keep her voice steady. The surge of pleasure in her vagina was making her uncomfortable. She should have been moaning, but she had to suppress it. It was too uncomfortable.
"Nothing. My daughter likes dancing and acting, and I think that's great. As a mother, I have to give her some opportunities, right? I was wondering when you could introduce my daughter Xixi to someone else." Liu Xiaoli stated her request directly, adding, "If you succeed, I will never forget you. Sister Xin, please help me."
Na Xin wanted to refuse. She didn't want to create competition. She knew what kind of woman she was. She wasn't beautiful, and her figure wasn't great. She didn't know why Zhao An wanted to fuck her. Since he was being fucked, she had to get some benefits.
Just as she was about to refuse, Zhao An shook his head, and Na Xin immediately understood. She quickly changed her tone, saying, "No... ah... okay... OK... I'll call you later. I'm busy right now." With that, she tossed the phone aside.
Liu Xiaoli, listening to the obscene sounds coming from the other end, knew exactly what was going on. She immediately hung up the phone and spat, "An old bastard dares to find a man! How disgusting!"
But even the fact that she dared to say it made her feel a little strange, and she was curious. Who was Na Xin looking for?
Zhao An hugged the busty, mature, pimp-manager tightly, pressing her fair, naked body against his. The incredibly thick cock between his hips penetrated almost the entire length of her tight, hot, cunt, filling it completely. The tip of the massive glans penetrated even deeper into her cervix. Immediately, his cock, almost completely buried deep inside her, began to throb violently. The thick, round glans trembled as it released thick, fishy, and hot semen deep into the heart of the married woman!
Na Xin, scorched by the semen, trembled as she reached orgasm.
Pop! Zhao An pulled out his cock, and Na Xin could still see her juices gushing out from the fucking.
Without stopping, he plunged his erection into Na Ying again, thrusting vigorously into the singer. "Bring the mother and daughter to me tomorrow night."
Na Xin had no reason to refuse. "I understand, Master An."
"Well, well done, you'll get something for me. And don't take the birth control pill; it's useless," Zhao An said with a lewd smile, stirring vigorously.
"I understand, Master An." Na Xin lowered her head and complied. She had no choice but to please a man. And she felt a little shy. Was Zhao An trying to get her pregnant?
Na Ying, who was being fucked, also had a strange expression on her face. She suddenly remembered that Zhao An hadn't used a condom. Didn't this mean that the two sisters were going to have to give birth to each other's children? This was a bit too much!