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### *The Vortex of Desire in the Family Abyss*4 {8 U6 F& ]6 W' e: D5 T$ b
/ k! E! m9 h, Y+ o& W( v& `- P }$ FThe night enveloped the suburban villa, the living room bathed in dim yellow light, the air thick with the salty tang of sweat, the musky scent of male hair, and a lascivious dampness. Lin Xiu, 42, was a traditionally alluring woman with a captivating figure—slightly plump yet curvaceous, her waist soft, her breasts full and perky, her hips round and firm, all subtly visible beneath her thin nightgown. Normally dignified and virtuous, tonight she stood frozen at the living room doorway, the glass of water in her hand shattering with a *crash*. The scene before her dried her throat and weakened her legs., O' s- W+ a5 E: V# S2 c4 u @
! v, h! E% x0 C; h) o' H2 KHer son, Xiong Hao, 20, was a burly bear of a man—six-foot-three, 200 pounds, muscles bulging, covered in dense black hair, his sweat-soaked back matted with fur—sprawled naked across the sofa, growling and panting. Her son-in-law, Zhang Meng, in his thirties, was even more imposing, his chest hair as thick as a brush, muscles hard as stone, kneeling behind Xiong Hao, thrusting fiercely with labored breaths. The sharp *slap-slap* of flesh colliding echoed through the room, sweat dripping from Zhang Meng’s hairy abdomen onto Xiong Hao’s solid backside, glistening wetly in the light.
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“What… what are you doing?!” Lin Xiu’s voice trembled. She wanted to flee, but a rush of heat beneath her nightgown rooted her in place. Covering her face in shame, she偷瞄ed through her fingers—Xiong Hao’s muscles gleamed with sweat under the light, Zhang Meng’s thick thighs flexing with raw masculine power at every thrust.- K( z+ z/ f% `
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Zhang Meng looked up, grinning lewdly, his white teeth flashing. “Mom, don’t pretend—you want a taste too, don’t you?” He gripped Xiong Hao’s waist and slammed into him harder, the wet, meaty sounds reverberating. Xiong Hao lifted his head toward his mother, his eyes a mix of shame and lust. “Mom, I can’t hold it… my brother-in-law’s too much.” His manhood, thick as a rolling pin, glistened at the tip, dripping with fluid, the air heavy with a pungent musk.. H5 }) v2 a+ _7 T0 p* R) ?
; b% G" R) N! L. E: `4 VLin Xiu bit her lip, her traditional values warring in her mind, but her body burned with an uncontrollable fire. “You animals…” she muttered shakily, shedding her nightgown to reveal pale skin, her breasts bouncing free, her hips firm as ripe peaches. She climbed onto the sofa, straddling Xiong Hao, her trembling hand guiding his scalding length into her as she sank down. “Ah—!” she cried out, a tearing pleasure mingling with shame. Xiong Hao groaned, “Mom, you’re so hot!” Her flushed face burned as her hips slapped against his hard abs with a muffled *thud-thud*, her breasts swaying with the motion, sweat trickling from her neck to her chest, shimmering brightly.
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; p4 _0 Z1 B7 R7 o9 oZhang Meng’s eyes blazed with envy. His hairy hands gripped Xiong Hao’s shoulders as he kept pounding, the three of them stacked together, sweat and fluids dripping onto the floor. Just then, the door swung open, and Xiong Dashan stormed in. Xiong Hao’s father, the city’s police chief, 50 years old and a former armed police officer, stood six feet tall and weighed 180 pounds. His body wasn’t as massive as in his youth, but his chest was thick, his legs sturdy as pillars, his ass large and tight, his hairy frame exuding mature masculinity. Stripping off his uniform, he revealed taut muscles and powerful thighs, roaring, “You dare mess around in my house!” He lunged forward, pried Zhang Meng’s legs apart, and drove his rigid length into him, the tight ring clamping like iron as he grunted, “Fuck you, punk, touching my son!”
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; J& n2 I. i( h; P% i1 L5 T* mXiong Dashan’s movements were brutal and forceful, each thrust making Zhang Meng howl, his ass rippling with flesh waves, sweat streaming down his hairy back and dripping onto the floor with a *drip-drip*. His furry chest rubbed against Zhang Meng’s back, producing a raspy sound, the air thick with the stench of male sweat and musk. Lin Xiu rode Xiong Hao, moaning in shame, her breasts slick with sweat; Zhang Meng, flushed and ravaged by his father-in-law; Xiong Hao, filled from both ends—their gasps wove together like the growls of beasts.
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0 U- B" O9 v" sSweat, urine, and semen pooled on the floor, slick as if a storm had passed. Xiong Dashan suddenly roared, his hairy hands seizing Zhang Meng’s waist as he erupted, the scalding flood making Zhang Meng scream and shoot onto Xiong Hao’s back, thick white rivulets trailing through the hair. Overwhelmed by the dual assault, Xiong Hao climaxed inside his mother, and Lin Xiu shuddered, gushing a torrent of fluid, the hot, wet scent spreading as her inner thighs gleamed.- X" e) K9 `1 f8 h& \
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The peak subsided, and Xiong Dashan, panting heavily, his hairy face flushed, clutched his chest and collapsed, motionless. Lin Xiu shrieked, “Honey, what’s wrong!” A check revealed the burly chief had suffered a fatal heart attack, unable to withstand the frenzy. His corpse lay sprawled on the sofa, muscles still taut, legs thick as trunks, ass raised, anus clenched, his manhood still erect, a bead of fluid hanging at the tip.- c& m9 K7 b% E& \. ?9 n
' F, C) R1 [" T( A; q8 DBut desire didn’t stop. Zhang Meng, catching his breath, eyed his father-in-law’s body, its robust form still radiating heat from life. Licking his dry lips, he said to Xiong Hao, “Your dad’s so built—even dead, he’s game.” Xiong Hao’s gaze darkened as he nodded. Lin Xiu tried to protest, but the sight of her husband’s hairy chest and the sticky mess on the floor overwhelmed her reason with lust. She murmured, “I’m insane… do what you want.”
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; P8 s8 t% U% b8 L7 RThey hoisted Xiong Dashan’s body onto the sofa, stripping it bare. Zhang Meng spread the corpse’s legs, his hairy hand caressing the firm ass, muttering, “Fuck, this dead bear’s got a huge butt!” He thrust inside, the tight passage gripping him as he groaned in pleasure, the body trembling with each slam, the *slap-slap* of flesh resuming as sweat dripped from his forehead onto the corpse’s hairy legs. Xiong Hao climbed over, gripping his father’s rigid shaft and lowering himself onto it, moving rhythmically. The corpse’s thickness drove him wild, and he moaned, “Dad, even dead, you’re intense!” His hips smacked against the corpse’s thighs with wet thuds, sweat and urine trickling down, the stench overwhelming.6 C' i, Q2 y" b/ F6 F# `+ p& j9 _
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Lin Xiu watched, her breasts aching with need. She lunged forward, kneeling beneath Xiong Hao to lap at his dripping length, her tongue curling around the slickness, her hand reaching to stroke Zhang Meng. The trio and the corpse tangled together. Xiong Dashan’s body rocked with their thrusts, his hairy chest scraping the sofa with a rustling sound, his manhood twitching as it unleashed a final thick spurt onto Xiong Hao’s stomach, the heat making him yelp, “Fuck, Dad, you can still shoot?!” Zhang Meng pulled out, unloading onto the corpse’s face, white streaks clinging to the beard and dripping down. Lin Xiu, spurred on, grabbed Xiong Hao’s hand to coat her chest as she released a flood onto the floor, the hot liquid tracing her curves./ B! l5 f) |; s; ^
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Exhausted, the three collapsed beside the sofa, Xiong Dashan’s corpse sprawled across it, his face, chest, and thighs smeared with semen and urine, the air rancid with musk. Lin Xiu covered her face, her breasts heaving, whispering, “How did I become this…” Xiong Hao licked his lips, sweat dripping from his hairy frame. “Mom, next time, we’re doing it again.” Zhang Meng grinned, his hairy hand slapping the corpse’s thigh. “This chief’s body’s good for a few more rounds.” |
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