After her climax, Nini lay limp and motionless on Zhao Tianhao's body, only her vagina still trembling deep inside.
Seeing Nini's exhaustion, Zhao Tianhao sat up abruptly, leering as he pushed the woman down onto the bed, lifting her buttocks high, and thrusting his large penis into her vagina from behind.
"Ugh," Nini groaned with pleasure as Zhao Tianhao thrust into her, her upper body collapsing onto the bed.
Zhao Tianhao thrust fiercely, slapping the woman's buttocks, causing their genitals to move rapidly and intensely.
"Ah, Master, ah, so hard, so good, ugh, ah."
Nini moaned with the rhythm of the thrusts, twisting her waist and arching her hips, desperately responding to Zhao Tianhao's onslaught.
With each thrust of her hips, Nini felt Zhao Tianhao's penis penetrate her uterus.
"Ah, Master, bigger, harder, a little deeper, ah, that's it, mmm, so good, my uterus is going to be pierced by Master, ah, I love it, ah."
"Fuck you, you slut, you're so fucking wanton, I'll fuck you to death."
Zhao Tianhao thrust in and out of Nini's wanton, wet hole, each thrust reaching the very bottom, making her flower core churn with lustful spring tides, swallowing and spitting out scalding heat.
During a series of intense thrusts, Zhao Tianhao felt his large glans, pressed deep into the woman's uterus, being swallowed by violent contractions, a gush of scalding fluid gushing out—the slut had climaxed.
The vaginal fluids inside became somewhat viscous, adding a slight resistance to the thrusting, further enhancing the man's pleasure.
Zhao Tianhao skillfully teased the woman's sensitive spots with his techniques, his thrusting unaffected, continuing its mechanical impact.
"Ah, Master, no, I can't take it anymore, please, I can't take it, you're too strong, my pussy is going to break, ah!"
Nini began to beg for mercy.
Nini's pleas spurred Zhao Tianhao into even more violent thrusting. The lubrication from her vagina made his large penis move in and out more smoothly.
Under Zhao Tianhao's tireless and fierce thrusts, the intense pleasure made Nini's eyes roll back in ecstasy. She couldn't support herself and collapsed completely onto the bed.
The vaginal fluids from her orgasm gushed out again, washing over the sheets beneath her.
The impact of the vaginal fluids caused Zhao Tianhao's pleasure to erupt as well. With a roar, he pressed his large penis against Nini's tender uterine wall and ejaculated his hot semen.
The two embraced passionately, enjoying the afterglow of their orgasm.
...
That evening, after finishing recording the program, Zeng Xiaoxian breathed a sigh of relief. With Nuolan absent, he had hosted the show quite well, rediscovering the feeling of effortlessly hosting it when he was alone.
"If only I could host it all by myself from now on," Zeng Xiaoxian thought, lost in memories of the past.
Lisa, seeing Zeng Xiaoxian finish hosting, immediately called him. "Zeng Xiaoxian, why were you hosting the show alone today? Where's Nuolan?"
"I don't know. I thought she took the day off," Zeng Xiaoxian said, surprised.
"No, she didn't answer my calls. She never misses work. Did you upset her?"
"How could that be? She's probably in a car accident."
Zeng Xiaoxian wished Nuolan wouldn't come back.
"Okay, I got it."
Lisa hung up the phone.
He sent a message to Zhao Tianhao.
Zhao Tianhao had previously told Lisa to notify him if Nuolan missed work. Zhao Tianhao glanced at his WeChat; it was a message from Lisa about Nuolan's absence from work.
Looking at Hu Yifei, who was sitting on him, bobbing up and down, Zhao Tianhao grabbed her pert breasts and said,
"Hurry up, I have to go out for a bit."
"Were you going to see another woman again? Humph, I'll drain you dry." Hu Yifei feigned amusement. Her swaying motions quickened.
When Zhao Tianhao left, half an hour later, but luckily, the Love Apartment wasn't far from Nuolan's place. Da Mao drove Zhao Tianhao to Nuolan's building.
"Knock knock," Zhao Tianhao knocked on the door. Seeing that Nuolan didn't answer, he called out, "Nuolan, Nuolan, are you home?"
He called twice, but Nuolan still didn't open the door.
He turned the doorknob and found the door wasn't locked.
Nuolan was really carefree.
Zhao Tianhao pushed open the door and went inside. His wife, Nuolan, was in a complete mess; clothes, shoes, and broken items were scattered all over the floor.
Nuolan herself was sitting in the middle of the living room, chugging a large bottle of red wine.
Zhao Tianhao quickly went over and knelt down in front of her, asking with concern.
"Nuolan, Nuolan, are you alright?"
Nuolan only noticed Zhao Tianhao when he got close.
They had been exchanging messages on WeChat since then, so they weren't too distant.
"Why are you here? Don't be shy, make yourself at home," Nuolan said, pointing to the living room floor, slightly drunk.
"Alright, Nuolan, you're drunk. What happened to you? Look at yourself,"
Zhao Tianhao helped Nuolan up, and amidst her slight struggle, he pulled her into his arms, asking with concern.
"It's alright, I'm bored anyway, you'll keep me company."
Nuo Lan nestled against Zhao Tianhao's broad chest, tilting her head back and looking at him drunkenly.
"Sure, how can I keep you company?" Zhao Tianhao laughed.
"I'll go get you a blanket."
"A blanket? You don't need a blanket, do you?" Zhao Tianhao's thoughts wandered.
"It's okay, no one will know anyway."
Nuo Lan finished speaking, leaving Zhao Tianhao's embrace, and staggered towards the room. Reaching the room, she turned back to Zhao Tianhao and said.
"I meant a cup, just have a couple of drinks with me."
Then, Nuo Lan came out carrying a blanket, grinning foolishly at Zhao Tianhao.
"Isn't this a blanket?"
Zhao Tianhao pointed to what Nuo Lan was carrying.
"Oops, I made a mistake."
Nuolan was about to put the blanket on the sofa, but instead of going over the back of the sofa, she flipped onto the sofa itself. The sharp-eyed Zhao Tianhao clearly saw a glimpse of purple in her dress for that brief moment.
Zhao Tianhao snapped out of his daze and saw Nuolan sprawled on the sofa. "Concerned," he said, "Nuolan, don't talk to me for a bit. I'll talk to Lisa and ask her for leave for you. You can rest for a few days, okay?"
"In a few days... Vincent will be back in a few days,"
"Who's Vincent?" Zhao Tianhao asked knowingly.
"My husband!"
"Your husband? I didn't realize you were married. Is your husband coming back from his business trip? You should be happy, right?"
"No, two years ago, Vincent wanted a divorce. I begged him, but he wouldn't, so I refused to sign the papers. Legally, we have to separate for two years first, but it's happened so quickly. He said he'd come back to talk about the divorce. Come on, let's see who's afraid of who."
Nuolan spoke as if she wasn't even aware of her own feelings.
But if she didn't care, would she have gotten so drunk?
Zhao Tianhao was about to say something when Nuolan sat on the sofa, hugging her blanket and falling asleep.
Zhao Tianhao smiled.
Between being kind and being a beast, Zhao Tianhao naturally chose the latter.
Zhao Tianhao picked up Nuolan, carried her to her bedroom, placed her on the bed, and first took off his own clothes. Then he began to undress Nuolan.
"Vincent, no, don't do this to me,"
Nuolan murmured with her eyes closed. Zhao Tianhao didn't know if Nuolan was talking in her sleep or if she was imagining him as Vincent.
"Nuolan, didn't you not want a divorce? Let's be intimate first, then we can talk about divorce, okay?"
Zhao Tianhao pretended to be Vincent and continued to undress Nuolan.
Nuolan was asleep, letting Zhao Tianhao do as he pleased, removing her clothes.
Nuolan's skin was very white and smooth. Her two full breasts stood proudly erect, her plump buttocks were slightly upturned, and her waist and abdomen were flat without an ounce of fat. Every part of her body was a rounded curve.
Her mons pubis was very full, bulging with thick, dark pubic hair. Her pink labia were made even more delicate. Her two jade-like legs were white and slender, with rounded knees, well-proportioned calves, and delicate feet.
To be honest, Nuolan's body resembled that of a noblewoman in a classical European painting; she was so beautiful.
Nuolan let out a sound of discomfort, disrupting Zhao Tianhao's thoughts.
Looking at the purple underwear and panties he had tossed aside on the large bed,
Zhao Tianhao thought to himself.
Nuolan seemed to really like purple.