Lin Jianguo's hoarse question, "Next round, shall we continue?", resonated in the hearts of everyone in the living room.
Wang Xiulan slumped in the chair, her eyes vacant, as if her soul had been ripped away by that rough kiss.
Lin Zhe stood there, the hardness of the thick, erect penis between his legs causing him both pain and excitement.
Yet he dared not move an inch, fearing that without the table's cover, his shameful form would be completely exposed.
The air was thick with the scents of alcohol, perfume, and an overwhelming hormonal aroma.
"Wait a moment."
Su Yu suddenly spoke, breaking the suffocating deadlock.
Her voice carried a hint of languid intoxication, and her cheeks were flushed with an alluring blush.
"Kings need rest too, don't they?"
After saying that, Su Yu stretched languidly with a charming air, a movement that caused her large breasts, covered in black lace, to rise upwards in a breathtaking arc.
The soft contours and the protrusion at the top were clearly visible under the light.
"I've had a bit too much to drink, I'm feeling dizzy, and I need to go to the restroom. Intermission, ten minutes."
After saying that, without waiting for anyone's response, she swayed her waist, her bare white feet shuffling in slippers, and walked towards the guest restroom on the first floor.
The black nightgown, which was so short it couldn't be shorter, swayed from side to side with her steps.
Beneath the hem of her skirt, the curves of her round, pert buttocks and her long, fair thighs created a vivid and alluring scene, once again attracting the attention of Lin Jianguo and Lin Zhe.
Lin Jianguo stared at his daughter-in-law's alluring back, his eyes burning with desire.
He picked up his glass and downed the remaining Moutai in one gulp. The spicy liquid burned his throat, further igniting the deep desire within him.
Lin Zhe could no longer hold back.
Every move Su Yu made was like adding fuel to the fire of his already hardened, purple iron rod.
He felt like his penis was about to explode; the pent-up, unreleased desire was driving him almost insane.
Like Su Yu before him, he needed an outlet, a place where he could temporarily escape.
"I...I'll go too."
Lin Zhe mumbled something, and almost immediately started walking to catch up with Su Yu.
The moment he stood up, the prominent, thick outline of the crotch of his trousers was particularly striking under the crystal chandelier.
Lin Jianguo was still savoring his victory and his gaze was still fixed on the direction where Su Yu had disappeared, so he did not notice his son's unusual behavior.
But Wang Xiulan saw it.
Her unfocused gaze inadvertently swept over her son, and she happened to catch that shameful scene.
Seeing that his usually timid son, who was even somewhat incapable in marital relations, now had such an astonishing tent erected in his crotch.
Its shape and size exuded masculinity and primal aggression.
Wang Xiulan's face flushed red instantly.
It was an extremely complex blush, a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and a hint of indescribable emotion.
Although she only glanced at it before immediately turning her head away, her heart still started pounding uncontrollably, and her face flushed uncontrollably.
Although I absolutely dared not look again, the scene from just now kept replaying in my mind.
"Is Xiao Zhe's thing too big?"
...
In the restroom, bright light made the marble floor shine like a mirror.
Su Yu didn't actually go to the toilet; she just splashed cold water on her burning cheeks to try and sober up a bit.
The mirror reflected her current appearance: her eyes were sparkling, her charm was captivating, and her lips were exceptionally red and full from her earlier excitement.
After washing her face, she took out a bright red lipstick from the side and carefully traced the lip line in front of the mirror.
Just then, the door was pushed open.
Lin Zhe rushed in like a wild beast that had run away from its master, and slammed the door shut with a "click".
In the confined space, the atmosphere instantly became ambiguous.
Su Yu looked at him in the mirror, without turning around, but her lips curled up slightly.
Lin Zhe's eyes were bloodshot. Without saying a word, he suddenly hugged Su Yu from behind.
"Um..."
Su Yu let out a soft hum.
She could clearly feel her husband's firm chest pressed tightly against her back, but what made her heart race even faster was that, through the thin fabric of her silk nightgown and trousers, a hot, thick, and rock-hard penis was pressed firmly between her pert buttocks.
The size and heat were so familiar, yet they carried a sense of long-lostness.
"Xiaoyu..."
Lin Zhe's breathing was heavy and hot, spraying onto Su Yu's earlobes and neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
"I...I can't take it anymore..."
As he spoke, he thrust his hips, rubbing his swollen penis back and forth between his wife's soft, pert buttocks.
The friction through the fabric brought a tingling, pleasurable sensation that instantly spread throughout their bodies.
Su Yu's body went limp.
The absurd scenes that had just unfolded in the living room had already ignited a fire in her heart.
The father-in-law's blatant lust in his eyes, the mother-in-law's humiliation as she was forcibly kissed, the husband's shameful reaction standing by...
All of this gave her a morbid excitement.
Su Yu's desires had long been stirred and were ready to be unleashed.
At this moment, being so roughly penetrated by her husband's powerful penis, she felt that her honey hole, which had not been moistened for some time, began to become uncontrollably wet between her legs.
She couldn't help but gently sway her pert buttocks, responding to Lin Zhe's thrusts, her face flushed with pleasure.
How long has it been since they felt this way?
As she closed her eyes to enjoy the moment, Su Yu recalled the days when she was newly married.
Back then, Lin Zhe was also full of passion and desire, like a tireless bull.
His penis is always thick and hard, pressing against me every night, as if he wants to completely connect his genitals with his body.
They tried all sorts of positions—in the bathroom, on the sofa, on the kitchen counter…
Su Yu's snow-white breasts and slender legs were always covered with Lin Zhe's kiss marks.
Back then, Su Yu was always driven to distraction by Lin Zhe's advances, and her screams during orgasms could echo throughout the entire room.
But when did all of this begin to change?
Was it because Lin Zhe's work pressure was increasing, or because they moved into this oppressive mansion?
Since when, their sex life has become increasingly formulaic, and Lin Zhe's penis has become increasingly unable to display its former vigor.
Su Yu's full, snowy breasts had not been fondled by her husband with desire for a long time.
And now, that familiar, thick penis is back.
It proclaims its awakening with a wilder, more powerful attitude.
Although Su Yu had drunk too much, her mind was still clear. Her husband's unexpected awakening was triggered by another man—his father.
This realization gave Su Yu a morbid excitement.
She leaned back even further, pressing her pert buttocks more tightly against Lin Zhe's iron rod, and could even feel the throbbing veins through the fabric.
"Honey...you're so hard..."
Su Yu's voice was so sweet it could melt your heart. She turned half her face, looking with a dazed gaze at her husband's face in the mirror, distorted by desire.
Do you want me?
"I miss it... I'm going crazy with longing!"
Lin Zhe's reason had long been consumed by desire. He freed one hand and eagerly reached from behind to his wife's front, grabbing her soft breast.
A thin layer of black lace could not possibly conceal its amazing elasticity and warm touch.
On the contrary, kneading it adds a touch of slipperiness.
Su Yu has at least a D cup or even an E cup, which is about the size of a grapefruit. Lin Zhe's palm cannot completely cover her full, snow-white breasts.
Overwhelmed by lust, he roughly kneaded and squeezed the soft flesh between his fingers, feeling it deform between his fingers. He could even clearly feel the already erect nipple with his fingertips.
"...Mmm...Ah...Honey...be gentle..."
Su Yu was so startled by the sudden shock that her legs went weak and she could barely stand.
She could feel that she was already in a muddy mess beneath her.
Lin Zhe's other hand began to frantically unzip his pants, the zipper's hissing sound particularly jarring in the quiet space.
He wanted to immediately pull out his thick penis, lift his wife's nightgown, and fuck her hard from behind.
He wanted to use the most primal method to prove that this alluring body belonged to him, that this woman who could easily arouse the desires of all men was his wife!
His possessions!
Not even that man can touch it!
But just then, Su Yu suddenly grabbed his hand.
"no..."
She was panting, but her voice regained a sliver of clarity:
"...Husband...not now."
"Why!" Lin Zhe roared.
"There's not enough time; they're still waiting outside."
Su Yu turned around to face Lin Zhe.
She extended her slender finger, touched her husband's lips, and then slowly moved it down his chest, finally stopping at his prominent crotch.
Through the fabric of her trousers, she gently grasped the scalding hot dragon.
"Hmm!"
Lin Zhe froze, a jolt of electricity shooting from his lower body to the top of his head.
Su Yu could clearly feel the size and shape of the penis in her palm.
Thick, hard, and full of power.
Just imagining it going in and out of her body made Su Yu feel honey dripping between her legs.
However, now is certainly not the time.
Women are always more tolerant than men.
Su Yu suppressed her burgeoning desire and gently drew circles with her fingers, feeling her husband's penis throbbing impatiently in her palm.
"I know you want it, and I want it too..."
Her voice was seductive: "Look, it misses me too. But... the best is saved for last, isn't it? After the game is over, let's go back to the room, and I'll let you have your way with me, however you want..."
After she finished speaking, she leaned down and brought her lips close to Lin Zhe's ear, adding in a soft, fragrant breath that only the two of them could hear:
"I'll tell you how I felt when my father-in-law was watching me then..."
These words were like a bucket of gasoline, instantly igniting the flames of Lin Zhe's desire.
In an instant, his lust intensified.
Lin Zhe didn't have time to think about how his wife knew that this was why she was excited.
His mind went blank for a moment, filled with the image of his wife pleasuring him from beneath him, while she gasped and described the feeling of being spied on by his father…
The image and sound, even just imagining them for a moment, caused Lin Xu's manhood to swell even more, almost bursting out of his pants.
Su Yu smiled with satisfaction as she looked at her husband's distraught appearance.
She released her grip, planted a light, fleeting kiss on Lin Zhe's lips, leaving a lipstick mark, then turned around, unlocked the door, and swayed as she walked out.
She gently closed the door, but didn't lock it.
Lin Zhe was the only one left in the restroom.
He stood there, stunned, for a few seconds before being pulled back to reality by the increasingly intense swelling and pain in his lower body.
Lin Zhe looked down at his still erect desire and gave a bitter smile:
"Xiaoyu, you really haven't changed at all. You only care about starting the fire, but you don't care about cooking."
They met through a blind date. Since they were both graduates of excellent universities and had previously focused on their studies, they were each other's first love.
When they first met, Su Yu, who had a rather assertive personality, always liked to provoke Lin Zhe, who was relatively passive.
On one occasion, Lin Zhe seized an
opportunity and had sex with Su Yu all night.
He intended to teach Su Yu a lesson, but before noon, Su Yu was sucking Lin Zhe's penis and forcefully licking him awake.
She sweetly begged Lin Zhe for more.
It really proves the old saying: There is no land that is over-cultivated, only oxen that are exhausted.
What could Lin Zhe do? Even if his back ached so much he felt like it was about to break, he still had to satisfy his little wife.
The two then worked for another afternoon.
However, Lin Zhe became more cautious afterward. If such a situation were to occur again, he would have to take a few Viagra pills, even if it meant risking health problems.
The situation is slightly different now. In order to take their annual leave at the end of the year, they have not had sex for a month or two.
Now, with his wife teasing him like this, Lin Zhe felt like he was caught in a dilemma, unable to move forward or backward, and was extremely uncomfortable.
He walked to the toilet, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his thick, purplish-red penis, which was engorged with blood.
It stands proudly, measuring about 16 centimeters, which is excellent for an Asian male.
The engorged penis was glistening with pre-ejaculate fluid.
Lin Zhe wanted to urinate to extinguish this burning desire.
However, after trying for a long time in front of the toilet, not a single drop of urine came out.
His entire lower body was tense from the stimulation he had just experienced, making it impossible for him to relax.
Just as Lin Zhe was holding his hard, burning penis, feeling frustrated and anxious, the bathroom door suddenly opened.
Lin Zhe subconsciously thought that Su Yu had returned, and he was overjoyed. He was about to turn around.
But what came from the doorway was a suppressed, short gasp of surprise.
Lin Zhe stiffly turned his head and saw his mother, Wang Xiulan, standing at the door.
Wang Xiulan probably saw Su Yu come out and assumed that no one was in the bathroom, so she wanted to come in and tidy up her makeup and clothes that her husband had messed up.
I never imagined my son was still inside, let alone that the door would be unlocked.
And so, without any warning, she stumbled upon a scene that she would never forget.
She saw her son standing in front of the toilet with his back to the door.
He wasn't urinating; he was holding something in his hand...
A thing she had only ever seen on her husband, something that belonged to a man.
The penis, due to excessive blood engorgement, appeared abnormally thick and large, with prominent veins and a large, dark purple tip, about the size of an egg.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Wang Xiulan's mind went blank.
She just stood there blankly at the door, her eyes fixed on the large, male organ in her son's hand.
They forgot to scream, and they forgot to run away.
When Lin Zhe saw his mother's face, which was filled with shock and horror, he felt as if all the blood in his body froze instantly.
The penis in his hand seemed to sense this extreme shame, and it throbbed violently in his palm.