In an atmosphere charged with tension, Mei faces a sexual experience that challenges her innocence, while Chen Li and Zhang reveal hidden sides that transform their relationships forever.
The living room is enveloped in a warm gloom, illuminated only by the glow of the television screen, which projects images from a movie no one is really watching. Chen Li, with his mischievous smile and usual morbidity, leans back on the sofa, enjoying the moment as if he were the director of a play about to reach its climax. Beside him, his childhood friend, Mei, is sitting with her legs crossed, her innocence almost palpable in the air. At the other end of the sofa, Chen Li's fat friend, Zhang, occupies a considerable space, his presence imposing yet timid, as if he isn't sure why he's there.
Chen Li breaks the silence with a stifled giggle, his voice laden with intention. "You know, Mei? Zhang here has a secret he wants to share with us." Mei looks up, her large, curious eyes landing on Zhang, who looks uncomfortable, his cheeks reddened. "It's nothing," Zhang mutters, but Chen Li ignores him, his smile widening. "Come on, Zhang, don't be shy. Show Mei what you've got."
With a resigned sigh, Zhang gets up from the sofa, his bulky body moving awkwardly. Chen Li leans forward, his eyes shining with anticipation. "Pull down your pants, Zhang." The order is direct, almost cruel, but Zhang obeys, his thick fingers unbuttoning his jeans with a slowness that seems eternal. The pants fall to his ankles, revealing tight underpants that fail to fully contain his flaccid member, which hangs heavily between his thighs.
Mei remains motionless, her gaze fixed on the scene with a mixture of curiosity and embarrassment. The air becomes thick with a peculiar smell, dirty and like wet cheese, emanating from the tip of Zhang's penis. Chen Li notices Mei's expression and laughs, a low, hoarse laugh. "Smells interesting, right?" Mei nods slightly, her cheeks reddening, but her eyes do not look away.
"Come closer, Mei," Chen Li whispers, his voice like poisoned honey. "Taste it. You'll see it's not so bad." Mei hesitates, her heart pounding in her chest, but something in Chen Li's voice compels her to move. She gets up from the sofa, her legs trembling, and approaches Zhang, who looks at her with a mix of shame and desire.
"Lick it," Chen Li orders, his voice firm. Mei crouches down, her face just inches from Zhang's member. The smell is more intense now, but it's not repulsive, just... different. Without a second thought, she sticks out her tongue and passes it gently over the tip of the penis, feeling the wet and salty texture. A muffled groan escapes Zhang's throat, and Mei is surprised to see his member begin to harden in her hands.
Mei's mouth is warm and tender, and Zhang closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation. Chen Li watches with delight, his smile widening as Mei begins to move her tongue with more confidence, exploring every inch of the now fully erect member. Mei's eyes shine like little stars, her innocence contrasting with the explicit act she is participating in.
Zhang leans forward, his thick hands resting on Mei's shoulders. "Deeper," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. Mei nods, opening her mouth and sliding down onto the member, feeling it fill her mouth. Her lips stretch around the base, and she begins to move her head with a slow, sensual rhythm, her eyes closed as she immerses herself in the sensation.
Chen Li leans back on the sofa, enjoying the spectacle. "That's it, Mei. Do it right." Zhang moans, his hips moving slightly, rubbing against Mei's mouth. She feels her saliva mix with the liquid that begins to drip from the tip of the penis, and without thinking, she swallows, savoring the saltiness on her tongue.
"I'm going to cum," Zhang warns, his voice trembling. Mei doesn't stop, her mouth working with dedication, her cheeks hollowed as she sucks hard. Zhang bursts, his liquid filling Mei's mouth, who swallows without hesitation, feeling the bitter and thick taste in her throat. Chen Li applauds slowly, his smile triumphant. "Good job, Mei. Now it's his turn."
Zhang, still panting, bends down and takes Mei by the waist, lifting her and sitting her on his lap. She moans softly, feeling Zhang's erect member rubbing against her fat ass. His dirty hands move clumsily, adjusting his erection before positioning it between Mei's thighs. With a swift, decisive move, he penetrates her, his member sliding inside her with ease, thanks to the wetness her mouth has generated.
Mei screams, her nails digging into Zhang's shoulders as he begins to move, his hips crashing against hers with force. The room fills with the sounds of their moans and the slapping of their bodies, the movie on the television now completely forgotten. Chen Li watches, his smile satisfied, as the scene unfolds before his eyes.
Zhang kisses her, his lips clumsy but passionate, and Mei is surprised to feel a wave of confused emotions. Is this love? Or just desire? Her eyes meet Zhang's, and she sees something more than lust in them: an unexpected tenderness that makes her feel strangely connected.
Zhang's rhythm intensifies, his movements becoming more and more desperate as he nears climax. Mei moans, her walls contracting around his member, and together they reach ecstasy, their bodies trembling in sync. When Zhang finally collapses on top of her, exhausted, Mei lies still, processing what has just happened.
Zhang hugs her tenderly, his thick arms wrapping around her as if he's afraid she'll slip away. Chen Li gets up from the sofa, his smile now replaced by a thoughtful expression. "Love or perversion?" he murmurs, more to himself than to the others. Mei looks up, her eyes shining with tears and desire, her expression inviting interpretation. The air is thick with unanswered questions, and the bittersweet taste of what just occurred lingers in everyone's mouth, like an echo of something they cannot name.