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Country Weapon Chapter 85
🕑 Added 2025-07-29 08:30:01 +0000 UTCThe moment Huang Cuihua’s lips wrapped around his cock, Long Gen groaned, his eyes fluttering shut. Her mouth worked feverishly, sucking hard on the swollen head, her small hand stroking the shaft with practiced ease. The thick rod hardened further, pulsing with heat as she pumped it, her tongue swirling in relentless circles. She knelt on the edge of the kang bed, her plump ass raised high, her massive breasts dangling, swaying with each movement. The soft mounds pressed together, forming a deep cleavage that begged to be fucked. 'Damn, those tits are huge,' Long Gen thought, imagining sliding his cock between them.
“Alright, I got a new trick for you!” He growled, pulling her up. He positioned her to face him, his cock aimed at the valley between her breasts. “Lift those tits—yeah, squeeze ‘em together. Perfect.” Her hands cupped the heavy mounds, creating a tight, creamy canyon. With a thrust, he slid his cock between them, the slick warmth enveloping him. Huang Cuihua moaned, her hands pressing her breasts tighter, sliding them up and down his shaft. The friction was electric, his cock burning like a red-hot iron, sending tingles through her body.
“Spit on it!” He ordered. Huang Cuihua obeyed, a glob of saliva dripping into the cleavage, lubricating his thrusts.
Slap-slap-slap.
Her breasts bounced, reddening from the grinding motion, her nipples hard as pebbles. “Fuck, that’s good—harder!” Long Gen urged, his voice rough. She quickened her pace, her breasts working like a piston, the rhythm relentless, her skin flushing as the pleasure built.
“It’s hard—shoot it now!” He barked, his cock throbbing. Huang Cuihua grabbed her phone, snapping two quick photos. Click-click. Long Gen angled himself, his cock standing proud amidst the dark curls of his pubic hair, a towering monument of virility. “Get a side shot too!” Click. The phone clicked again, capturing his shaft in all its glory. She grinned, satisfied, ready to tuck the phone away, but he stopped her.
“Hold up. Gotta take a few more. You’re gonna show these to your city sisters, right? Need something to make ‘em jealous. Spread your legs—I’m gonna fuck you for the camera. That’ll really get ‘em going.” His words were a mix of charm and bullshit, but Huang Cuihua bought it. 'Why not? A cock this big needs a real show.' She nodded, parting her thighs, her pussy still tender from their earlier round.
“Easy, Long Gen… it’s sore… don’t go too deep…” she whimpered as he grabbed the phone, aiming it at her. He ignored her plea, aligning his cock and thrusting hard, splitting her dark, slick folds. Squelch. Her pussy stretched wide, the camera catching every detail—the way her lips parted, the glisten of her arousal, the sheer size of him filling her. “Not yet—gimme a front shot, a side shot, a deep thrust, a shallow one. Gotta make it real!” He said, snapping away as he fucked her, each thrust drawing a louder moan. “Ohh… Long Gen… no more… ahh!” Her cries echoed, raw and desperate, louder than before.
Smack! He pulled out, slapping her ass hard, leaving a red handprint. Tossing her the phone, he grinned. “Check that out—pro-level shots.” Huang Cuihua scrolled through the photos, nodding approvingly. 'Got the proof now. Let those bitches drool.' “I’m off to the city,” She said, dressing quickly. “If anyone asks, you know nothing.”
Long Gen smirked. “Who’s gonna ask a ‘dumb’ guy like me?”
“Pfft!” She rolled her eyes. “Anyone who thinks you’re dumb is the real idiot.” She paused, realizing she’d been played—fucked countless times by this “idiot,” then sent him off with cash, happily. 'Those johns paid me a couple hundred to fuck. This guy’s on another level.'
As Huang Cuihua left, the roadwork crew trickled back, dusty and tired. Long Gen glanced at the clock—nearly eleven. 'Damn, time flies when you’re fucking.' Shen Lijuan returned, drenched in sweat, her face drawn. “Long Gen, I’m back. Hungry? Grab something to eat. I’m beat…”
He handed her an ice pop. She waved it off. “No way—pour me some water.” She was too frugal to waste a cent—small shop, small margins.
“Eat it, aunt. My treat—have as many as you want!” Long Gen insisted, feeling flush. With Huang Cuihua’s 20,000 yuan, he was a village “millionaire.” A few million more? No problem.
“Your treat? Where’s the cash from?” Shen Lijuan stopped short, remembering his knack for “gifts.” 'He’s been fucking women left and right.' She took the pop, biting into it as he pulled out two thick stacks of red bills, their color dazzling.
“Where’d you get that?” She asked, glancing around warily.
“Huang Cuihua,” He said, grinning. “She fucked me good before leaving, then handed over 20,000. Said she cleaned out Chen Tianming’s stash. Aunt, we’re gonna live large!”
“You’re so bad,” Shen Lijuan teased, blushing, but her envy crept in. 'Men fuck women and get paid for it? Damn, I’m jealous.' Her face fell, her mood darkening.
“What’s wrong, aunt? You look rough,” Long Gen asked, concern in his voice. She wasn’t just another fling—she’d cared for him for years, cooking, cleaning, everything. She was more than a fuck; she was his woman in all but name. So what if she was his cousin's wife, he was dead and she took care of him. Even if they were not related by blood, she took care of him more than his family.
She sighed. “Work stuff. You know my election wasn’t exactly clean. Li Sanchou’s pissed—he had his eye on this job forever, and I snatched it. This morning, he was a prick on the road project, stirring up the Li family to slack off and undermine me. Barely got anything done. If Sanshui hadn’t backed me, it’d be worse. I’m losing confidence in this secretary's work.”
“Li Sanchou, huh? Fucking with my aunt? He’s done,” Long Gen snarled, a cold smile spreading. “Aunt, watch the shop. I’ll be back. Don’t wait for lunch.”
“Wait, where are you going?” She called, but he was already gone. Shen Lijuan frowned, tempted to call He Jingwen but held back. 'He’s not that dumb kid anymore,' she thought. 'Took down Chen Tianming, drove Wei Wenwu to his grave. If anyone can handle Li Sanchou, it’s him.' With him in her corner, work would be smoother.
By eleven, the sun scorched the village, corn leaves curling in the heat, dry as tinder. Long Gen sauntered to the road’s edge, chewing a blade of dogtail grass, his belly out, legs splayed like a smug landlord. “Li Sanchou, messing with my aunt? I’ll make you call me Daddy,” He muttered, stepping into Li Sanchou’s yard.
As a former accountant, Li Sanchou had some smarts, enough to build a brick house with a neat courtyard. He was splashing water on his face, his wife beside him—a woman as ugly as her husband’s name. Pig-nosed, wide-mouthed, her face round as a basin, her body stocky like a butcher’s.
“Little Long, what’s up?” Li Sanchou sneered, his smile mocking.
“Heh, Uncle Sanchou, washing up?” Long Gen grinned, playing the fool.
“No shit, you see me, don’t you?” Li Sanchou’s eyes narrowed, irritated. “What’s the deal? Spit it out and get lost—I’m eating soon.”
'Keep acting tough. I’ll scare the shit outta you,' Long Gen thought. “Uncle Sanchou, Aunt’s asking if you’ve got time. She wants you at the village office to talk business.”
“Business? What kind?” Li Sanchou’s brow furrowed, suspicious. 'Is she settling scores over the roadwork? Should I go? He Jingwen’s got her back.'
“Says she needs help managing money—the 200,000 fund,” Long Gen stammered, milking the “dummy” act.
Li Sanchou’s eyes lit up. 'Manage the money? That’s a goldmine!' “Let’s go—now!” He barked, grabbing Long Gen’s arm. 'Money-grubbing bastard,' Long Gen thought, smirking.
“Dad, where you off to?” A voice floated in, and Long Gen’s jaw dropped. Li Xiaolan, Li Sanchou’s daughter, stood there, back from her husband’s village. Her bright eyes sparkled, her face delicate and stunning, her figure perfect—save for her small chest. Her ass, though, swayed enticingly, and Long Gen’s cock hardened shamelessly.
“Village office,” Li Sanchou grunted, heading out. Long Gen stared, drooling, his eyes glued to her curves. “Little Long, move it!” Li Sanchou snapped, noticing his gawking. “What’re you staring at?”
“Heh, your daughter’s ass is huge—real pretty,” Long Gen said, grinning. “Say, Uncle, is she really yours? You and your wife are… well, rough, but she’s a damn peach.”
