A series of resounding slaps echoed in the room, the sounds of flesh colliding echoing. Bronze-colored and fair bodies intertwined, trembling violently intermittently, until finally subsiding half an hour later amidst the woman's loud moans!
Qu Xiaoxiao and An Di were covered in semen, two waterfalls of semen forming at their swollen anuses and vaginas!
After a night of consideration, An Di decided to visit her brother; after all, that was her original purpose for returning.
Whether her brother truly had a mental illness or not, she had to visit him. Then she would consider whether to bring him back.
In the morning, the driver picked up Zhao Tianhao and An Di in a Maybach from Joyful Ode to a sanatorium in Daishan.
An Di was tense and unsure of what to do the whole way.
Zhao Tianhao noticed this and, instead of letting her overthink, decided to give her something to do.
So Zhao Tianhao patted her head, and An Di obediently knelt down.
Zhao Tianhao, his large penis erect, thrust into her throat, allowing her to manipulate it.
He leaned back in his seat, eyes half-closed, comfortably enjoying An Di's ministrations.
After an hour's drive, seeing that the car had reached its destination, Zhao Tianhao released his pent-up semen, ejaculating entirely into An Di's stomach. As he withdrew his penis, he gave a final shudder, splashing the remaining semen from the glans onto her.
An Di swallowed skillfully, not a drop spilling.
After An Di tidied herself up, Zhao Tianhao led her out of the car.
The men who had been waiting there, searching for An Di's brother, rushed forward and greeted Zhao Tianhao, "Hello, Chairman Zhao, hello, Manager An."
"Lead the way," An Di said, taking Zhao Tianhao's arm.
"Yes, your brother has been adopted by a woman named Xiuyuan, the director of this place," the man explained as he led the way.
Upon arriving at the dean's office on the second floor, the dean, who had already received word of Xiaoming's sister's visit, stood up upon seeing them. "Are you Xiaoming's family?"
"Yes, this is Dean Yang, and this is Xiaoming's sister," an assistant introduced them.
An Di immediately stared intently at the person silently writing with their back to her.
"Come here, you're the older sister, why are you afraid of her? Come and hold Xiaoming's hand," the dean said, unable to bear seeing An Di standing there blankly staring at Xiaoming.
Then, speaking softly to Xiaoming, she said, "Xiaoming, hold your sister's hand. She's your sister, not an outsider. Come on, stand up, she's your sister."
Zhao Tianhao squeezed An Di's small hand, as if giving her strength, and said, "Go ahead, don't get too excited."
Seeing Xiaoming stand up, An Di slowly walked towards him. Just as she was about to reach out and hold his hand, he recoiled in fear.
"Xiaoming, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Your sister is here to take you to a better life. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
The director first comforted Xiaoming, calming his fear, then complained to An Di, "Sister, I see you're doing quite well, but I really don't understand why you only thought of taking Xiaoming now. What's wrong with our Xiaoming? What's wrong with him? Even tigers don't eat their cubs! Your parents are really something, throwing their own son away. How can I trust you with my child?"
"My parents died a long time ago. I grew up in the orphanage. I was too young then and didn't take good care of him, causing you trouble," An Di explained.
"Is that so? I wronged you. You shouldn't mistreat him now that you've come all this way. Xiaoming, come with me. Let's go home."
"I won't go, I won't go," Xiaoming resisted.
"There aren't many people at the nursing home usually, he's shy. Recite some pi for me," the director said to Xiaoming. "3.1415926…" Xiaoming's recitation of pi immediately resonated with An Di. It was exactly like her own childhood—a sensitivity to numbers, a love of reciting pi.
An Di was stirred by this and wanted to take Xiaoming away immediately.
However, before An Di could make a move, Zhao Tianhao stopped her.
"An Di, calm down. You'll scare him." Zhao Tianhao stroked An Di's head, making her look at him, and said.
Zhao Tianhao glanced at the frightened Xiaoming and pulled An Di outside.
"I'll handle it. You stay here."
Zhao Tianhao went into the director's office to discuss the matter with her.
The gist of it was that Xiaoming would be fostered here temporarily, that he would visit him often, and he left 30,000 yuan.
After dealing with the situation, seeing that An Di's emotions had calmed down, Zhao Tianhao said to her, "Why don't you stay here for the night? You can keep him company tonight, and we'll go back tomorrow."
"Okay. Thank you, honey."
An Di hugged Zhao Tianhao and said.
"Why are you thanking me?"
At noon, Zhao Tianhao and An Di ate at the nursing home cafeteria. That evening, An Di and Xiaoming's relationship progressed. An Di stayed with Xiaoming while he did his homework in the pavilion.
Zhao Tianhao slept with An Di that night, but apart from letting An Di give him oral sex once, they didn't do anything else.
After all, it wasn't their own home or a hotel; messing up the sheets and getting them dirty would be a hassle for others to clean. It wouldn't make a difference if they didn't do it for one more night.
The two fell into a deep sleep very early.
In the morning, An Di wanted to go for a walk nearby.
Zhao Tianhao accompanied her.
An Di felt a strong sense of familiarity about this place; it was the environment where she had lived as a child. Following her memory and searching for that familiar feeling, An Di quickly found a dilapidated courtyard.
An elderly person by the roadside confirmed that this used to be an orphanage.
Zhao Tianhao and An Di pushed open the rusty iron gate and went inside. The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the buildings were dilapidated, clearly uninhabited for many years.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings, An Di realized this was the orphanage where she and her younger brother had lived as children.
Especially after all, she found the "3.1415926..." she had carved on the wall as a child.
An Di touched the marks, and her childhood memories became even clearer. She was now certain that this was the orphanage where she had lived as a child.
Just as An Di was about to get up to tell Zhao Tianhao about this, a large hand pressed her down from behind, keeping her in the position of bending over to examine the place.
Just now, as Zhao Tianhao watched An Di examine the words she had carved on the wall, he, standing behind her, became aroused by her bent-over, protruding buttocks.
Furthermore, this was the orphanage where An Di had lived as a child, and Zhao Tianhao suddenly felt sexually aroused.
Anyway, it was an abandoned orphanage, and no one usually came; of course, if someone did come, he would notice immediately.
After being pushed down by Zhao Tianhao again, An Di, not knowing what was wrong, asked in surprise, "What's wrong, husband?"
"Take off your pants, put your hands on the wall, and I'm going to do you here." Zhao Tianhao said, slapping An Di's buttocks.
"Ah, husband."
Aches from the slap, An Di groaned, turned back to give Zhao Tianhao a tender, loving look, and obediently pulled down her pants and underwear.
Then she put her hands on the wall, her eyes fixed on the words she had carved as a child.
Looking at An Di's plump, white buttocks, Zhao Tianhao couldn't resist slapping her again.
Then, he thrust his large, erect penis into An Di's already wet vagina, penetrating all the way in, hitting her G-spot.
"Ah, um, so full, so good. Ah, husband, fuck me, this is the orphanage I went to when I was little, um, fuck me, fuck me hard."
Zhao Tianhao held An Di's plump, white buttocks and began to thrust forcefully. After only twenty minutes of thrusting, An Di reached her third orgasm in this stimulating and tense environment.
Zhao Tianhao was continuously washed by An Di's vaginal fluids, his glans incredibly stimulated. He thrust hard hundreds of times, his glans pressing tightly against her uterine wall, ejaculating a thick stream of sacred fluid.
After realizing that Zhao Tianhao had ejaculated, and after maintaining this position for so long, An Di's calves felt numb, and her body was weak and powerless after the orgasm. If Zhao Tianhao hadn't been holding her, An Di might have collapsed to the ground.
Zhao Tianhao pulled out his large penis and then shoved it down An Di's throat, making her clean him up...