A few minutes later...
"You two, put your breasts closer to my mouth."
It was a command that should never have echoed in any place, let alone one choked with this ho. Wang Xiao, utterly naked, held a pair of trembling, silky legs wide apart, exposing the delicate, defenseless flower at their center.
Those slender legs belonged to a girl splayed helplessly on the cold, white floor, her flat back pressed against the unforgiving tile, the surface reflecting every shaful detail of her body and the scene itself. Each wrist was pinned down by another woman, leaving her utterly exposed, spread wide in a posture that was as obscene as it was breathtakingly erotic, humiliation and unwilling allure twisted together.
The charming body belonged to Qian Yaoyao, who could only thrash her head from side to side, cheeks wet with tears, wrists locked in the grip of the won who should've protected her.
To her left sat Qian Ruixin, just as naked, her youthful breasts quivering with every tremor, pink nipples stiffening under the cool air. On the right, much older Xin ifang, her massive, motherly breasts heavy and proud, but marred by deep red bruises where Wang Xiao's mouth and hands had already taken their toll.
"Ugh-let go, damn you!" Qian Yaoyao whimpered, "Don't do this, please, Rui, mom... please..." Her hands red and sore from struggling, from betrayal. Her own elder sister and her mom, complicit, holding her down, faces stained with guilt and fear.
There was no comfort here, only a cold, bitter solidarity in suffering.
Wang Xiao's words rang in their ears, a sick joke in the face of ruin.
Qian Ruixin, the younger, softer copy of Xin ifang, turned crimson with sha. Xin ifang, cheeks flushed and body trembling, looked just as devastated.
"Xiao Wang, stop... please-don't humiliate us like this…" Ruixin choked out, begging in sha, but he only grinned wider.
Still, they obeyed, leaning in, as if gravity itself pulled them towards his hunger. Wang Xiao released his hold on Yaoyao's legs, hands imdiately sinking into the softness of their chests.
His fingers groped Qian Ruixin's tender flesh, kneading until she whimpered, while his other hand barely contained the fullness of Xin ifang's breasts, thumb grazing over her abused, swollen areola, its color an almost innocent pink, stained now with angry red where his mouth had already been.
For her age, Xin ifang's breasts remained shockingly fair, nipples flushed a ripe, dark pink that only deepened with every squeeze.
As he played with them, Qian Yaoyao tried to clamp her legs shut, hoping for so scrap of modesty, but Wang Xiao simply slipped a knee between her thighs, holding her wide open, her hopes crushed without a word.
He focused instead on the breasts before him, his thumbs circling, pinching, rolling each nipple until both won squird, their bodies pressed together by his grip.
He drew them closer, squeezing their breasts until the flesh bulged between his fingers, and leaned in.
His tongue flicked and danced, hot and wet, teasing both nipples at once, saliva stringing between them as he sucked hard.
Qian Ruixin felt the jolt of another woman's nipple rubbing against hers, the obscene sensation amplified by the heat of Wang Xiao's mouth, sha burning from her chest to her ears.
She whimpered, voice shaking. "Don't make touch her... please…"
Xin ifang shuddered, eyes squeezed shut.
She fared no better, shuddering with humiliation as her own nipple brushed against her eldest daughter, both of them trapped in the sa debased caress, their bodies offering up everything he demanded.
Wang Xiao's tongue toyed with them both, saliva searing hot, the sound of wet sucking and harsh breathing echoing, with each second it for progressively worse.
Wang Xiao's mouth left their aching nipples, wet and swollen, only to rise, dragging two trembling won with him, bodies tangled, breasts still wet with saliva and pressed together.
He gripped their faces, thumbs digging into soft cheeks, and forced them closer until Xin ifang's and Qian Ruixin's lips nearly touched, breath mingling, eyes wide with horror, sha, and a reluctant, burning want.
"Open up," he whispered, his voice commanding.
Their lips parted in the sa helpless, broken rhythm, and then he dove in. His tongue claid Qian Ruixin first, plunging past her teeth, swirling, tasting the bitter salt of her tears and the sweetness of her mouth.
Without warning, he broke away, only to smash his mouth against Xin ifang's, sucking her lower lip, forcing her to taste what he'd stolen from her daughter.
Then, obscenely, he pressed both their faces together, mashing their mouths into his, tongues tangled, saliva stringing between three pairs of lips.
Their moans tangled together, a ssy, humiliating symphony.
"Mmmghhh... haaah... "
Qian Ruixin's cheeks flushed, sticky from tears and the rough drag of skin. Xin ifang shuddered, her nipple rubbing aggressively against Ruixin's as their bodies stuck together, breasts pressed so tight it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
Wang Xiao's tongue slipped from one mouth to the next, sotis both at once, filling them with his taste, demanding and greedy.
Their noses bumped, teeth clashed, tongues fought and yielded.
Ruixin's moans beca muffled, strangled, as Xin ifang's tongue accidentally brushed her own, the mother and daughter helpless, their faces mashed together, barely able to breathe.
The searing heat, the mingled breath, the inescapable closeness, it all left them dizzy, weak, trembling.
Wang Xiao only laughed, a low, filthy rumble that crawled along their skin. He pressed their heads lower, guiding their mouths to the thick length now jutting from between his legs. "Lube it," he ordered, voice curling with dark amusent.
Another wave of humiliation rolled through them. The pair exchanged a helpless glance, then shifted positions, turning so their bare buttocks and legs pinned Qian Yaoyao's trembling form between them, using her as a living restraint, ensuring she couldn't escape or look away from the spectacle.
With their faces nearly touching, Qian Ruixin and Xin ifang hesitated, in sha. Their hands reached for his shaft at the sa ti, fingers colliding in awkward desperation. Xin ifang, cheeks blazing, moved lower, wrapping a trembling hand around his heavy balls, cupping them as if weighing the enormity of her surrender.
She tilted her head, lips parted wide, and drew his swollen testicles into her mouth, tongue swirling, saliva glistening as she coated them, her cheeks bulging obscenely.
Qian Ruixin, lips quivering, took the thick shaft in her slender fingers, her cherry-red mouth hovering above the flushed, leaking head. She pressed a kiss to the tip, soft, trembling, then let a string of saliva drool onto it, saring it with her smooth flushed palm. Disgust twisted her stomach, but her tongue flicked out, tracing the rim, slickening the skin until it glead.
Every movent was chanical, desperate to please and be done.
As she worked, she risked a glance sideways, her eyes caught the sight of her mother, cheeks stretched, mouth stuffed full with Wang Xiao's balls, tongue lapping dutifully. That image burned into Qian Ruixin's mind, her sha so fierce it left her gasping.
Both won knew it wouldn't end here. Xin ifang, hollow-eyed, moved as if in a trance, simply enduring, the taste of him still burning in her mouth.
Pop!
His balls slipped from her lips, a sticky thread snapping. She slid up beside Qian Ruixin, their hands fumbling over his shaft, fingers briefly interlaced. Qian Ruixin tensed, but then Xin ifang was already licking up one side, tongue broad and resigned, and Qian Ruixin, cheeks burning, mirrored her, their tongues eting awkwardly over his length, sticky with spit and humiliation.
"Open your mouth wide!"
Wang Xiao's voice echoed, for a beat, both won froze, then both obeyed, lips stretched, jaws trembling.
He chose Xin ifang first.
With a sudden, brutal shove, he slamd his cock straight into her mouth, thick head pushing past her swollen red lips and straight down her throat.
"Gwaaak—gk—gwaah—!"
Xin ifang's eyes watered instantly, a ss of saliva leaking down her chin as she gagged, nose pressed to his skin, his hand twisting in her hair.
"Take it, Aunt, co on, don't act shy now," Wang Xiao chuckled, holding her face tight.
He didn't let her breathe, only yanked her back and thrust her aside, grabbing Qian Ruixin by the jaw. She tried to steel herself, but he ramd forward, forcing her mouth wide.
"Ngk—gwaaak—hwaak—!" Ruixin's protest ca out as a gurgle, her throat contracting around him, tears springing to her eyes as her hands flailed, nails digging into his thighs.
"Stop—let—breath-gwaah—" she tried to speak, but he only pushed deeper.
"Slap—slap—gwaak—glk—slurp."
He alternated between them, forcing his length in and out, making sure both won's lips were stretched obscenely wide, choking and drooling as they gagged and coughed, their throats visibly bulged from the outside every ti he pushed deeper.
"Co on, both of you, show how much you want it. Don't stop now. Get those tongues moving, yeah, just like that."
Their faces burned, Ruixin's suffocated cheeks red as cherries, eyes squeezed shut, Xin ifang's body shaking.
"Gwaak—gwaak—gk—glrk—"
The filthy symphony of wet choking, desperate moans, and guttural gags echoed for what felt like ten endless minutes, until Wang Xiao finally grunted and sprayed his thick load across their faces, painting both won in sticky, gleaming streaks.
Pearly ropes sared across their cheeks, foreheads, lips, and even dripped down to their trembling chins, dripping further to their soft, heaving cleavages.
The mont he let go, both Qian Ruixin and Xin ifang jerked away, spinning in opposite directions, still on their knees, faces glistening and ruined.
Their tongues shot out, spitting and drooling, desperate to rid their mouths of the bitter taste and excess saliva.
"Ptuh—ptuh—guhh…"
Ruixin spat again and again, rubbing at her cheeks and chin with her palms, only succeeding in spreading the ss further.
Her fingers slipped, sared with slick residue. "It's too slippery…" she muttered, exhausted and disgusted, eyes dazed, hair stuck to her damp sweaty charming face.
Wang Xiao didn't bother to hide his amusent. "Go and wash it. You both have five minutes. Don't make wait."
Freed at last, the two won scrambled to their feet and hurried naked to the bathroom, sha forgotten in their need to get clean. They barely glanced at each other, each woman knew what ca next. It wouldn't end here. Wang Xiao could easily decide to line all three of them up, including the sobbing Qian Yaoyao, force them on all fours, and take them from behind, hair yanked, dignity gone. But for now, all that mattered was scrubbing their faces, chests, and bodies, desperate for even a mont of relief.
But there was no reprieve.
As Qian Ruixin went to wash, Wang Xiao suddenly seized Qian Yaoyao, pressing her onto the cool floor, his shadow falling over her with a predator's grin.
"D-Don't co close…"
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