"Wuu... wuu wuu..." Fang Qian buried her head deep into Long Gen's chest, tears rolling down like a broken dam. She simply couldn't hold them back.
Her soft, voluptuous body was completely enveloped in Long Gen's embrace. A pair of strong hands gently patted her back, rubbing up and down. At first glance, there was nothing wrong with it, but if you looked a little closer, you'd notice the position of those rubbing hands wasn't quite right. They kept sliding downwards.
From her back to her waist, and from her waist to her ass!
Damn, what soft ass cheeks, and so perky! So comfortable, so damn comfortable! Grandpa Long's ultimate martial arts display wasn't in vain. Fucking her right now would be even better, hehe... His thieving hands slid further down to her round, tight thighs, which were full of elasticity, like squeezing a balloon.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I am here. The bad guys have all been beaten down, stop worrying..." His fingers tentatively brushed past her butt crack.
Why tentative?
First, Long Gen had to preserve his heroic image. He had to display a righteous, heroic aura, right? He couldn't just show his perverted side in front of a beauty; if he was going to show it, he had to take his pants off first. Secondly, and most importantly, this woman didn't seem like some bar girl or a slut.
He had fucked Xiaohong, ridden Huang Cuihua and Xiaoqing, and even banged some cheap hooker in the dance hall just now. The feeling was different. Even her scent was different.
Like that slut in the dance hall just now, who knows what she smeared on herself. The smell was overpowering, so pungently sweet it made you want to sneeze. The first time he met Xiaohong and Xiaoqing it was like that too, the smell was too thick, though they slowly switched to lighter makeup later.
But this woman's scent was different. Holding her in his arms, he caught a faint, elegant fragrance. It wasn't strong or overly perfumed, but it had a magical quality that made you want to lean in closer and take a deep sniff.
Sexy doesn't equal slutty, it really makes sense, Long Gen thought to himself. Just because she wears less or shows some skin, does that make her a hostess? Does she have to be a slut?
Whatever you are, I'm copping a feel first! He figured, only a bastard wouldn't take advantage of a freebie. His fingers slid up and down her butt crack. Her massive, round ass cheeks were hidden within her long cheongsam dress, but a patch of white skin was exposed on the side of her thigh. When his fingers probed, he felt flesh-colored stockings...
This time, Long Gen was extra careful. She wasn't a cheap slut, so naturally, he couldn't just shove his hand straight into the hole. He had to take a roundabout approach, flanking her defenses. He needed to test the waters first before planning his next move. Even if nothing else happened, copping a feel was still a win, right?
Man, what a massive pair of tits, like a dairy cow's. They're making my chest feel tight. How good would it feel to squeeze them?
Long Gen felt a bit of regret. "A man's root, a woman's chest." Both were traits meant to attract the opposite sex. The pity was that those two soft, massive breasts were pressed tightly against his chest, slowly rising and falling with her crying and panting, squeezing and pressing against him like they were trying to open the floodgates for the thing in his pants.
"Wuu wuu... thank you, handsome, wuu, you're so tough... Handsome, what is that down there, it's poking me, what is it, it's so hot..." Fang Qian slowly snapped out of her daze. Her small hand instinctively reached down; it felt like something was digging into her lower belly, making her extremely uncomfortable.
With this grab, things took a turn. The thing was thick, hard, and radiating a scorching heat, like a fire in the dead of winter, warming the heart.
"Oh, this thing." Long Gen withdrew his hand, gently stroking Fang Qian's shoulder, and said earnestly, "This is my innate, intimate comrade-in-arms. We advance and retreat together, sharing glory and disgrace. No matter how dark and damp the path ahead may be, it will walk with me for the rest of my life!"
Long Gen spoke so seriously that Fang Qian frowned slightly, quite surprised. Looking up, her willow-leaf eyebrows, peach-blossom face, bright eyes, white teeth, cherry mouth, and cute nose formed a beautiful picture. Her phoenix eyes blinked slightly, rippling with a soul-stealing charm.
"Handsome, is this your comrade-in-arms? That's so magical..." Fang Qian looked amazed, grabbing the thing and gently shaking it back and forth twice, like shifting gears in a car, adding a burst of fiery energy to it.
Long Gen nodded heavily, his tiger-like eyes and sword-like eyebrows radiating heroism, though his eyeballs were locked onto Fang Qian's plump chest. Under the dim yellow light, two snow-white melons lay quietly in their cups, slowly rising and trembling with her breath. The tits were tender, white, perky, and full, stretching the fabric tight.
He secretly swallowed his saliva, but his face remained incomparably serious as he said righteously:
"Isn't it? My comrade has been with me for over ten years. We are incredibly close, childhood sweethearts, you could even say 'I am in him, and he is in me.' It truly is hard to part with!"
Fang Qian was utterly confused. Holding the giant club and giving it a couple of shakes, her mind didn't go there at all. She truly believed Long Gen was a righteous gentleman, a great hero! Just like a Prince Charming out of a dream—handsome, dashing, and suave. How could he possibly be lewd or shameless?
"Handsome, your comrade is so amazing, he treats you so well." Fang Qian looked envious. Why didn't she have such a good comrade-in-arms following her like a shadow?
Long Gen nodded in agreement, saying in a gratified tone, "Yeah, my comrade treats me too well. Any good food or fun things, he saves for me! And my comrade has even more amazing abilities, truly magical."
He blinked at Fang Qian and said mysteriously:
"You have to keep this a secret for me, no one else knows."
"What? He has even more amazing abilities?" Fang Qian immediately perked up, shaking the club like she was shifting gears, dying to pull it out and see exactly what kind of thing it was. "Mhm, mhm, handsome, tell me, I won't tell anyone..."
Mother of God, there are actually girls this pure in the world? A gift from heaven!
He cheered inwardly, secretly plotting his strategy. Such a pure, big-titted, brainless little beauty, and driving a BMW no less. If she wasn't the daughter of a mafia boss, she had to be a trust-fund kid or a rich heiress. If he could ride her just once, the taste would definitely be incredible. His confidence instantly skyrocketed. What an achievement that would be!
"My comrade and I have walked hand-in-hand for decades, never abandoning each other. Until that year when the peach blossoms bloomed and the fragrance of flowers filled the fields. I looked down at my comrade, only to discover he had developed a special superpower!"
"Ah? A superpower? What superpower?" Fang Qian widened her phoenix eyes, watery and bright, incredibly beautiful, her long eyelashes fluttering. Her flushed cheeks, white teeth, and radiant, tender skin made him want to take a bite out of her.
But Long Gen suddenly grew quiet. His eyes became deep and hollow, staring off into a non-existent distance, while his fingertips searched for a warm nest inside her butt crack.
Fang Qian stared blankly at Long Gen. His resolute, chiseled face, sharp features, tiger eyes, and sword eyebrows radiated heroism, yet in this moment, it seemed to surge with infinite sorrow.
"Handsome, what, what's wrong? Did you think of something sad?"
Long Gen shook his head slightly, sighed, and then said:
"Nine times out of ten, life doesn't go as planned. Whether it's parting by death, failing in love, or struggling at work, all these are unavoidable problems in life. And I am no exception!"
Long Gen slowly raised his head, looking up at the starry sky. The dark, whistling wind scraped against his face, messing up Fang Qian's beautiful hair. It smelled so good, so soft.
"Handsome, don't be sad. Are you looking for a job? I... I can offer you one. You can even be a manager..." Hearing this, Fang Qian thought the hero might be facing some difficulties. Finding a job was easy, wasn't it? He could just come to her company and effortlessly make five grand a month doing nothing.
Manager? Fuck me! Where did this rich lady come from? Just casually offering a manager position? Damn, I am about to strike it rich. I accidentally saved a little sugar mama! Hahaha... His heart surged with wild joy, but his face remained as calm as an ancient well. He gently shook his head, looking down at his crotch, and slowly said:
"But I never back down! And all of this stems from the encouragement my comrade gives me!"
"Whenever I can't hold on, whenever I'm exhausted and want to give up, I always look down and take a good look at my little brother. My omnipotent, invincible little brother always gives me some inspiration. He can be long or short, soft or hard, able to bend and stretch, able to cross mountains and rivers, able to feel the stones while crossing the river. Isn't this the true meaning of life?"
"What reason do I have to give up lightly?"
Long Gen looked at Fang Qian with a serious expression, his face carrying an unprecedented determination. He stared straight into Fang Qian's eyes, as if he wanted to see right through this woman and strip her naked.
"Little brother? Can be soft or hard? Can be long or short?" Fang Qian muttered to herself. Looking down, she finally realized she was grabbing a man's crotch. She suddenly understood, her face flushing crimson. "Ah!"
Oh my god, oh my god! I... I was grabbing my savior's 'thing' and shaking it for so long! It's so long, so thick, and so hot! Oh my god, I could die of embarrassment!
"What's wrong? Do you not like my comrade?" Long Gen smirked, looking at her rosy, translucent face, which looked like a red apple he couldn't help but want to bite.
She was too beautiful. Fucking a woman like this, he'd probably be afraid to use too much force, lest he shatter her with one thrust.
"Why, why are you so bad? Ugh, you're so bad. What comrade-in-arms? You're a liar." Fang Qian stomped her feet in anxiety and glared at Long Gen. Ashamed, she buried her head in his chest, rubbing her palms together as that scalding temperature slowly rose, burning her little heart.
Long Gen chuckled and withdrew his hand. This girl wasn't the easy type. Looking at her shy demeanor, her ass cheeks were incredibly tight, and the roots of her thighs hadn't even parted yet; it was highly likely she hadn't even popped her cherry. Women like this were similar to Xiao Fang; he had to take it slow. Going all the way in one step might cause too much mental and physical trauma.
"Beauty, don't take offense. It's just that the sudden appearance of those thugs scared you. I had no choice but to tell you an adult joke. Think about it, aren't you less scared now?" Long Gen smooth-talked her, his eyes still glued to her chest.
"Ah, you're right! I... I don't even feel like I was just robbed..." Fang Qian thought about it. It was true; she wasn't scared at all anymore, and she had stopped crying.
Long Gen smiled and said nothing.
"But you're still too bad! That thing got hard... ugh, so embarrassing..."
"Beauty, you're wrong there. This is human nature, the natural reaction of reproducing offspring and survival of the fittest. When it comes down to it, it's all because you're just too beautiful..."
Fang Qian's pretty face blushed, and she lowered her head, looking indescribably alluring. What woman doesn't like hearing a few compliments?
"Ahem, ahem!" Just as Long Gen was about to take a step forward, a tigress in high heels walked over with a bunch of cops. Long Gen chuckled awkwardly and stepped aside.
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