After an hour of "deep" investigation, Long Gen slipped out of the adult shop. Yang Ting, that slut, was still sprawled on the bed, panting like a dog.
That fuck session wasn't short—from the coffee table to the sofa, then the floor, and finally the bed. She came seven or eight times before Long Gen lazily unloaded!
"Such a weak slut, acting all horny?" Long Gen sneered, unimpressed. He was almost embarrassed—what kind of shit was this?
That slut seduced him, got her fill, and didn't care about him. No professionalism—her horniness lacked flavor. Though, her pussy was tight, gripping his cock nicely. Just too quick—by the end, she was foaming, forcing him to finish fast.
But his cock was still rock-hard, tenting his pants. Not cool to walk around like that.
"Alright, time to find He Jingwen. Been a while since I fucked her. Kinda miss her." After some thought, he dialed her number.
Hearing Long Gen's voice, He Jingwen was thrilled, saying she was in her office and to come straight over.
Long Gen grinned, flagged a tricycle taxi, cock still hard, and headed to the township government building.
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A few minutes later, he arrived. Mentioning He Jingwen, the guard let him through—turns out, she'd already cleared the way.
The township office wasn't big, just three floors. A flagpole stood out front, a red scarf drooping limply, like it'd been soaked, lifeless. In the courtyard, two big plane trees blocked some heat, while cicadas screamed like they were dying.
Gulping water, Long Gen entered the lobby. A map showed He Jingwen's office on the third floor. He stomped up, drawing side glances.
"Who's that?"
"Looks like a dumb hick."
"Probably some village kid…"
"What're you all muttering about? Work done?" A sharp voice cut through, tinged with anger. Her eyes flicked to Long Gen, sparkling with joy.
"Little Long, you're here! Come, this way."
Long Gen looked up—He Jingwen. Her curvy figure sported two massive tits jutting from her collar, a round ass stretching her black work pants, high heels clicking, making her taller.
"Heh, Township Chief He, h-hello…" Long Gen wasn't dumb. With eyes on them, he let drool drip, playing the fool. Couldn't let anyone suspect he was banging the township chief. He didn't care—fuck and leave, no big deal.
But He Jingwen was different. Township chief, big shot in Liujia Township. She had to face people later!
"Little Long, good to see you! How's Sister Lijuan? Look at you, all sweaty. Come in, have some water." He Jingwen was sharp, catching his act and playing along.
After the performance, she added, "Get back to work, what're you standing around for?"
Inwardly, she thanked Long Gen's quick thinking. She'd worried he'd grope her on sight. She'd even considered taking him out for food or driving to the hills for some action, avoiding a hotel. But he showed up, cutting through her concerns!
'This guy's no fool—he's sharp as hell!'
In her office, she locked the door. Her eyes couldn't help but dart to his crotch. Who'd guess a giant snake hid in those loose pants?
He Jingwen wasn't some horny widow, but a real woman. Since tasting his cock, work kept her busy, but at night, alone, she couldn't sleep. His cock haunted her mind, making her body burn. Gotta rub one out to even rest.
Now, her big cock was here—how could she not be thrilled?
Inside, Long Gen wiped his drool, plopping into her office chair, spinning with a whoosh. Comfy as hell. He sipped her tea—bitter—smacking his lips.
"A woman drinking such strong tea? Why?" He frowned, dumping it out. "Less strong tea, it's bad for you. Don't take care of your body, how you gonna fuck?"
He Jingwen smiled, cheeks flushing, a shy glow crossing her face, her heart warm. His words were crude, but they showed care, concern.
What woman doesn't want to be loved?
"Come here, let me check if you've lost weight." Before she could reply, he pulled her onto his lap.
Like soft jade in his arms, her faint scent filled the air. His cock surged, pressing against her ass.
She rolled her eyes. Lost weight? Couldn't he tell by looking?
"Let's feel first." Long Gen didn't care. Yang Ting had lit a fire in him, and his cock was still burning. A beauty in front of him? No holding back.
He Jingwen was in her prime—smooth, elastic skin, gorgeous face, perfect curves. Any man would whip out his cock for her.
His hand gripped her slim waist, pinching the soft flesh, frowning. "Waist's thinner? Let's check your tits—hope they didn't shrink. How'll you feed kids?"
Ignoring her protests, he undid two buttons. Pop. Two big white rabbits bounced out, dark red areolas topped with hard nipples, jiggling like blinking eyes, pink and tender.
He grabbed them, squeezing. Springy as hell, not smaller—maybe even bigger. Like cotton balls, soft with a gentle warmth.
"Mmph, don't stop, you punk, this is my office…" She scolded, trying to push his hands off, but her strength failed. Her curved lashes framed watery eyes, like they could talk. Her tongue flicked her red lips, oozing seduction.
Slurp! His tongue curled around her nipple, sucking hard.
The nipple quivered, and she let out muffled moans, lips clamped, nose humming, sounding repressed.
Long Gen got into it, like he was drunk. Sucking her tits, his hand grabbed her crotch, stroking her round thighs through the fabric.
The rough cloth squelched as his fingers teased her pussy, rubbing her slit, up and down.
He pressed harder, fingers digging into her slit, then pushing deep.
"Ah… ugh… Little Long, please, in the office… ugh, ah…"
Her body spasmed, hips trembling, her volleyball-like tits bouncing. Clamping her thighs, she couldn't stop a hot gush from spraying out.
"Little Long, stop digging…"
His hand gripped her crotch, rubbing her slit fiercely!
"Ah…"
Unable to hold back, her moans echoed in the office.
Long Gen jumped—her pussy was wet enough to sail a boat. Freshly divorced, her field unplowed, she couldn't handle this teasing.
But screaming like that? People were passing outside, other offices nearby. If someone overheard, how'd she face them?
His mouth sealed hers, tongue diving in, tangling with hers, stirring up a storm, licking and sucking her sweet juices. The nectar slid to his gut, sparking a fire.
His strength was insane, his mouth locked on, tongue sliding past her teeth, deep into her throat, gulping her sweetness.
Slurp, slurp.
Smack, smack.
His raw male scent drove her wild, her mind buzzing, chaotic. A burning heat surged through her, like she'd lost it.
"Ugh, mmph… smack, smack…"
No man keeps his pants on now! After some fumbling, two white bodies were bare!
Lifting her by the waist, he sat her on his lap, mouth on a nipple, gripping his cock, rubbing it at her pussy. The scorching cock soon drew out hot cream.
Squelch.
"Ah!"
A pained cry—she gaped, ass lifting, then slamming down!
That long-lost fullness flooded her, the tingling pleasure wiping away all pain as his cock plunged in.
Smack, smack, smack.
Her hips moved slowly, her big tits bouncing. Lips clamped, she muffled moans, her face flushed red.
Her legs braced the floor, watching his cock slide in, bit by bit, splashing white foam. Gripping her ass, his finger slipped to her asshole, teasing…
"Ugh, mmph, mmph…"
Biting her lip, she fought the pain of his cock hitting her deepest core, riding waves to the peak.
"Ahhh…"
With a sharp cry, her body went limp, her asshole tightening, a hot stream gushing, hitting her climax.
"That quick?"
Seeing her stop, Long Gen frowned. He wasn't done—why'd she quit?
"Don't care, gotta fuck till I'm satisfied!"
Lifting her, he plopped her white body on the desk, hoisted her legs, grabbed her tits, and squeezed!
Ass pumping, he fucked her hard!
"Ahhh… mmnnn… ugh, ugh…"
His thrusts sped up, cock plunging deep, pounding hard.
Bang, bang, bang. The rhythm stirred a heatwave, the office echoing with flesh-on-flesh sounds, calming only after a long, long time…
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