The small store was stifling, the air thick with the summer's unrelenting heat, but the tension between Long Gen and He Jingwen was hotter still. "Oh… mmm… Long Gen, stop… don't dig there… ahh… it feels so good…" He Jingwen's thighs, once clamped tight, parted wide as her body betrayed her restraint. Her tongue flicked across her lips, her peach-blossom eyes brimming with lust, their watery depths sparkling with electric desire. Each blink sent jolts through Long Gen, her nasal moans and heavy breaths filling the space between them. Her blouse strained, the neckline revealing two pale, trembling mounds of flesh, quivering with every shudder.
"Ugh, don't… stop… oh, please… lighter, Long Gen… mmm…" Her cherry-red mouth sought his, her lips brushing his cheek as she leaned in, desperate for contact.
Long Gen chuckled, dodging her advance with a wicked grin. He released her breasts, his hands sliding to her slender waist, then diving into her trousers. His fingers worked furiously, grinding against the damp fabric, the "zzt-zzt-zzt" sound mingling with her gasps. Within moments, a rush of heat surged from her, her body teetering as a flood of warmth soaked through. She stumbled, collapsing into his arms, her wordless moans vibrating against his chest as she clung to him, one hand fumbling for the bulge in his pants, grasping his thick shaft through the cloth.
Just as her arousal peaked, Long Gen pulled back, wiping his slick fingers on her blouse. "You gonna let me fuck you?" He teased, his voice low and taunting.
"Mmm, Long Gen… let me touch it… please… oh…" He Jingwen's eyes were hazy, her voice a needy whimper as she bent forward, her hands reaching for his crotch. The ache between her legs was unbearable, her panties drenched, the fabric clinging like she'd wet herself.
Long Gen's mind raced. 'This chick's figured out I'm not dumb. Might as well go all in.' "What about my aunt as village secretary? Are you cool with that?"
He saw the opportunity clear as day—fuck He Jingwen senseless, then leverage her authority to secure his aunt's position. With that kind of power, every woman in the village would be his for the taking.
"Yes… fine… oh, Long Gen, please, let me touch it…" He Jingwen agreed without hesitation, her hands scrambling for his zipper, her body consumed by need.
Long Gen grinned, his eyes gleaming as he watched her squirm. 'Township chief or not, she's just another horny woman. Even queens sneak around—why not her?' Scanning the empty store, he saw his chance. With a swift motion, he scooped her up, her body light in his arms, and carried her to the back room.
His aunt's bed was soft, like something out of a porn flick. He tossed He Jingwen onto it, her body bouncing slightly, a muffled moan escaping her lips, laced with excitement and pleasure. "Roar!" Long Gen growled, yanking off his pants and pouncing like a starved wolf. Their last encounter had been in the dark, but now, in the daylight filtering through the curtains, he could savor every inch of her.
"Rip!" His hands tore at her blouse, her breasts springing free—pale, smooth, and impossibly soft. They yielded under his touch, sinking beneath his palms, only to rebound with a jiggle, her pink nipples standing proud amidst a halo of dusky areolas. "Mmm, Long Gen… I need it… please…" He Jingwen's voice was a mix of shame and desire, her face flushed, her body burning as she arched toward him, her lips seeking his.
Her tongue, slick as an eel, slipped past his teeth, tangling with his in a dance of sweet saliva. Their mouths locked, sucking and tasting, the wet sounds of their kiss filling the room. "Smack, smack." His hands scaled her trembling breasts, his lips closing around a nipple, sucking hard like a hungry child. The bud reddened under his assault, and he flicked his tongue, teasing it until He Jingwen's moans grew frantic, her body writhing beneath him.
"Fucking perfect," Long Gen muttered, his eyes raking over her naked form. Her skin was as white as flour, her breasts like freshly steamed buns, her waist narrow, her hips flaring into a round, pert ass. Her spread thighs revealed a tuft of dark curls, glistening with droplets of arousal. Below, a delicate pink slit, slightly swollen from their last encounter, beckoned him, its edges soft and inviting.
His fingers plunged into her, hard and unyielding, the "slap-slap-slap" of flesh echoing as he worked her. Within moments, a gush of hot liquid spilled over his hand, pooling on the bed. "Ahh, I can't… Long Gen… oh!" He Jingwen thrashed, her head whipping side to side, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her, her moans rising to a desperate wail.
Sensing the moment, Long Gen gripped his iron-hard cock, slicking it with her juices before aligning it with her slit. With a fierce thrust, he buried himself inside her, her body jolting as he hit her core. "Ahh!" Her eyes widened, her back arching, her breasts shaking as a shockwave of sensation ripped through her, like her soul had been struck by lightning.
"Slap-slap-slap." He began to move, his cock dragging against her walls, pulling out streams of her arousal. His pace quickened, his thighs slamming against her ass, sending ripples through her flesh. "Oh… Long Gen… slow down… lighter… ahh… please…" Her pleas dissolved into moans, the room filled with the symphony of their bodies—wet, rhythmic slaps, her cries, and the bed's creaking protests. For over an hour, they fucked, lost in a haze of raw desire, until their exhausted bodies finally stilled.
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In the kitchen, Shen Lijuan straddled a stool, her thighs spread as she wiped the slickness from her crotch, her body still trembling from her own release. The sounds of Long Gen and He Jingwen's passion had driven her to the edge, her fingers working furiously as she crouched by the wall, too shy to join them. 'Normally, I'd jump in if it was Lihong,' she thought, her cheeks burning. 'But the township chief? No way.' She sighed, knowing there'd be plenty more chances to ride Long Gen's cock. For now, she busied herself with pots and pans, the clatter masking her lingering arousal.
Outside, the cicadas droned on, their relentless chorus a backdrop to Long Gen's insatiable prowling. With his belly full and his cock ever-ready, he roamed the village, eyeing every pretty woman he passed. If one caught his fancy, he'd pounce, his "big stick" claiming another conquest. A week slipped by in this lust-fueled blur, and soon, the village secretary election arrived, held in the village office as planned.
The fallout from Chen Tianming and Wei Wenwu's scandals had left the village wary, and He Jingwen's presence as host underscored the election's importance. She'd grown accustomed to Long Gen's relentless cock, her body no longer sore, her hips swaying with a newfound confidence as she moved. Long Gen, lurking outside, couldn't resist stealing glances through the window, her curves a constant temptation.
Inside, women like Wu Guihua sat attentively, but Long Gen's mind was elsewhere, sizing up the village's finest. Chen Xianglian, older and a mother, had a deep, challenging pussy and a round, grippable ass. Tian Cuifen, plump like a steamed bun, was soft and yielding, her flesh cushioning every thrust. "Mmm, I need a big bed," He mused, smirking. "Line 'em all up, legs spread, pussies ready for me to fuck one by one. Hell yeah, that'd be the life!" His cock strained against his pants, throbbing at the thought.
The meeting began, and He Jingwen cleared her throat, her voice commanding. "Good morning. I'm Township Chief He Jingwen. We've had a rough time lately, but let's move forward. Life goes on, and under the Party's leadership, we'll strive for prosperity!" Her tone softened. "I now declare the anonymous vote for village secretary open. Write your choice and submit it."
Murmurs rippled through the crowd, pens scratching paper. He Jingwen's face darkened. "No talking! And think carefully about who's truly fit for this role. Don't repeat past mistakes." She coughed lightly, adding, "Personally, I think Shen Lijuan's a strong candidate—honest, loyal, and just. But it's your choice."
Her gaze swept the room, silencing any dissent. Wu Guihua nodded, scribbling Shen Lijuan's name. 'Long Gen was right—He Jingwen's in her pocket.' Miao Hong and her family exchanged glances, recalling Long Gen's instructions. With the Wei family's reputation in tatters, they backed Shen Lijuan, hoping for future favors—or at least relief from their own frustrations.
The vote was swift, the village small. He Jingwen tallied the results: Shen Lijuan led with 17 votes, followed by Li Sanchou with a dozen. The Chen family's support, bolstered by Long Gen's relentless charm (and cock), had secured seven or eight votes alone, with He Jingwen's endorsement sealing the deal. Had the vote gone awry, He Jingwen was ready to appoint Shen Lijuan anyway—rules be damned. Long Gen's ability to manipulate her, bedding her repeatedly and leaving her craving more, was proof enough of his influence.
"I hereby declare Shen Lijuan elected as Shanghe Village's secretary!" He Jingwen announced, leading the applause, her breasts jiggling with the motion. The Li family grumbled but clapped along, powerless to object.
Wu Guihua's eyes lingered on He Jingwen's flawless face. 'She's too gorgeous for Long Gen to pass up. Bet he's fucked her too, or why else would she push so hard for Lijuan?' Smirking, she made a mental note to ask around. 'Those two village houses are mine now…'
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