Lifetime coffin insurance

Not far from Wanmin’s open kitchen window the sharp, singsong voice of Hu Tao carried clearly down the street.

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“Lifetime coffin insurance! One payment, eternal peace of mind—and so much more!”

She stood on a small wooden crate outside Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, hands on her hips, shorts still firmly in place, top neat for the moment. A confident young man in a merchant’s coat had stopped to listen, eyes already lingering on the way her shorts clung to her hips. He was clearly less interested in the coffin and far more interested in whatever “more” she kept promising.

Hu Tao noticed. Her grin widened. She leaned forward, voice dropping into that playful, conspiratorial register she used when she smelled a sale.

“Standard lifetime plan covers the coffin, the rites, the plot—boring, right? But the premium tier? You get unlimited access to the director herself for the rest of your natural life. Stress relief after every family funeral. Comfort sessions whenever the grief hits. Priority booking for breeding if you decide you want little reminders running around. I even throw in public-use rights at the parlor during business hours—bend me over a casket display, use my throat while I explain urn options, whatever keeps you coming back.”

The young man folded his arms, pretending to weigh the cost.

“Sounds convenient… but I’m not convinced the service is actually that good. A lot of talk.”

Hu Tao’s eyes lit up. She hopped down from the crate, already reaching for the ties of her top.

“Inspection of the goods, then? Smart customer.”

The top came off in one eager tug. She tossed it aside without a second thought, bare breasts bouncing free in the open street. No hesitation, no coyness—just bright, immediate willingness.

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“Go ahead. Test the merchandise.”

He didn’t need a second invitation. He stepped in, freed his cock, and pushed her down by the shoulders. Hu Tao dropped to her knees on the cobblestones with a happy little hum, opened wide, and took him straight to the base in one smooth, practiced motion. Her nose pressed against his stomach. Her throat bulged. She gagged once, hard, eyes watering, then simply stayed there, choking and drooling around the full length while he held her in place.

Above her, she still managed a muffled, cheerful sound that might have been the start of another sales pitch.

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