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Mason dragged Vivian Fang all the way, quickly slipping into the dense woods of the valley. The forest leaned against the mountainside, hiding a patch of lush green grass. A clear stream trickled down from the mountaintop, weaving through the trees. Dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves, sparkling on the water. The air was fresh, scented with grass and trees. If not for Mason and his gang breaking the peace, this would be a pretty nice spot.
As soon as they reached the grass, Mason threw Vivian Fang down and pressed a knife to her throat. While yanking off his belt, he leered at her, saying, "Heh heh—! Let's play husband and wife right now. You want to undress yourself, or should I help you out?"
"Please—don’t do this! Let me and my daughter go, I’ll give you whatever you want—money, anything! Please, I’m begging you—" Vivian Fang felt the cold blade at her throat, her face pale with terror as she pleaded desperately.
"Hahaha—of course I know you’re loaded! Listen up! I want your money, and I want you! But I’m taking you first! Damn, screwing a beauty like you is gonna be a blast—" Mason ignored her begging, flicking his knife at the buttons of her black shirt.
Pop! The knife tip snapped open her shirt, and Vivian’s ample curves burst free, barely contained by a milky-white bra. Her snowy, round breasts and the deep valley between them quivered with her anxious breaths, radiating irresistible allure.
Mason’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sight. He almost had a nosebleed, rubbed his nose, then swallowed hard, cackling, "Damn—this is wild! You’re a real knockout! My thirty years of pent-up lust are finally paying off! Hell yeah—I’ll give you everything I’ve got tonight! Hahaha—"
"No—please—don’t! I’m begging you—please!" Vivian Fang sobbed, tears streaming down her face. She desperately covered her chest with her hands and tried to scoot away on the grass.
Mason was completely lost in lust now. Vivian’s pleading sounded like the sweetest music to his ears. Grinning lewdly, he lunged forward, grabbed her ankles, and yanked at her white pants—"Riiip!" Her thin summer trousers tore away, revealing a pair of long, smooth, snow-white legs!
"Ah—!" Vivian screamed, crossing her legs tightly. All she had left was a sexy white thong, stretched tight over her mysterious curves. Even in panic, she still radiated a mature, seductive allure—like a ripe peach, impossible to resist. Mason, nose almost bleeding, was even more crazed. His neck veins bulged with excitement as he tore off his belt and pants, exposing his raging "weapon." Laughing madly, he lunged at Vivian, trying to pry her legs apart for his assault!
"No—stop!" Vivian Fang struggled desperately. In her despair, she glanced up and saw Mason's grotesque "weapon" looming over her. Suddenly, she resolved to fight to the death—she lifted her right leg and, with all her strength, kicked straight at Mason’s crotch.
Mason saw Vivian’s foot coming and was startled, trying to dodge. But they were too close, and her kick was fast and sudden—"Smack!" Vivian’s foot landed squarely on Mason’s raging erection!
"Aaaagh—!" Mason howled in pain, collapsing to the ground and clutching his battered crotch. His precious "bird" drooped to one side, twisted and misshapen, while his balls quickly turned red and swollen!
Vivian, thrilled at her success, scrambled to her feet and bolted toward the other side of the woods. She could hear Yvonne Hu’s frantic cries and Monty’s wolfish laughter nearby.
"Damn—bitch—how dare you kick me—my precious bird I’ve raised for thirty years! If it’s ruined, I’ll kill you!" Mason watched Vivian dash into the woods, then looked down at his mangled manhood, furious and crazed. Gritting his teeth through the pain, he grabbed his knife and limped off after her.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the woods, Monty dragged Yvonne Hu inside, spun her around, and shoved her hard. She stumbled and fell by the stream, landing on the grass. Monty grinned wickedly, stepped forward, and grabbed her clothes, yanking hard—"Riiip!" Her shirt tore open, revealing her creamy, flawless back and a pink bra. A fresh, girlish scent wafted from her body, her long neck elegant as a swan. Monty’s throat went dry, desire blazing inside him.
"Help—someone help! Don’t come near me—don’t touch me!" Yvonne Hu’s face was pale as she struggled fiercely, knowing exactly what Monty wanted. She scrambled to her feet, desperate to escape.
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"Wahaha—little beauty, don’t be in such a rush to scream! When I’m on top of you, you’ll have plenty to scream about—" Monty’s eyes gleamed red with lust as he stepped forward, shoving Yvonne Hu down again. Her perky butt faced him, its round shape utterly tempting.
"Whoa, little beauty, you’re quite the tease! That ass of yours is big and perky—just how I like it! You even know my favorite position, huh? Hahaha—" Monty’s eyes lit up as he hurriedly stripped off his pants at lightning speed. But his "little bird" looked ugly—long foreskin, dark and pointy.
"Wahaha—little beauty, this is your first time! I’ll make sure you enjoy it—" Monty leered, swinging his grotesque "little bird" as he stepped toward Yvonne Hu, grabbing her summer skirt and yanking it down—
"Riiip!" Yvonne Hu’s white summer skirt was torn away, revealing her flawless long legs and a tight black thong hugging her round, perky butt. The scene was dangerously seductive!
"Ah—so gorgeous, damn, I can’t take it anymore—" Monty couldn’t resist any longer. He gripped Yvonne’s slim waist, shoved his knee between her tightly closed legs, and reached for her thong with one hand, his other hand clutching his twitching "little bird," ready to force himself on her!
Yvonne Hu trembled all over, furious at the thought of being defiled by such a sleazy creep. Rage exploded inside her—she twisted her body, saw Monty’s ugly, erect "little bird" aiming for her, and suddenly drove her knee hard into his crotch, screaming, "Bastard—go to hell—"
Thud! In a panic, Yvonne’s hard knee slammed right into Monty’s "little bird"!
"Aaaagh—it hurts—damn you, bitch, you’re vicious—" Monty shrieked, collapsing to the ground, clutching his wounded "little bird". He rolled and howled like a boiled shrimp, the pain in his crotch blazing and tearing at him. He felt like his "little bird" was done for, and even his balls might’ve been smashed!
Yvonne Hu ignored his wailing, seized the chance to stand up. Wrapping her torn clothes around herself, she bolted out of the woods. She hadn’t run far before she crashed into someone—who suddenly grabbed her in a tight embrace!