Lost in the climax

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The euphoria from her climax slowly faded from Xiaoying's eyes, indicating that the afterglow was gradually

passing . Her father and Xiaoying looked at each other. His eyes held a mixture of reluctance, tenderness, and deep

love, while Xiaoying's gaze also held a hint of reluctance, but also a trace of resentment. It seemed she

hadn't forgiven him for forcing her, and perhaps she resented her own weakness. However, the primal pleasure of her

body prevented her from resisting.

Sensing that Xiaoying's climax had passed, her father knew he should proceed. Perhaps

unable to bear Xiaoying's resentful gaze, he avoided eye contact, slowly using his other hand to embrace her

leg, gently lifting her up. Xiaoying's slender body was now lifted into his arms, her other leg

already draped over his waist, now in a "train bento" position. Her father, a farmer by trade,

and Xiaoying's slender figure, carried her effortlessly.

"Smack..." A sudden, unexpected thrust from her father sent a

ripple through Xiaoying's buttocks, her snow-white cheeks trembling slightly. Her previously mournful eyes instantly became hazy again; no matter when or where,

the moment her father's penis entered, she was instantly lost in his illusions.

Her father grasped Xiaoying's buttocks with both hands, and Xiaoying's slender, straight legs wrapped around his waist.

If I hadn't known beforehand, I would have seriously suspected that my father and Xiaoying were doing this on purpose for me, because they

had n't left the window, maintaining the closest possible distance, allowing me to clearly hear, see, and smell

everything.

"Ah..." After adjusting his position, her father thrust again violently, causing Xiaoying to let out a soft moan.

"Smack smack smack..." These two thrusts seemed to be her father familiarizing himself with and finding the rhythm of this position.

After two tentative thrusts, he began to hold Xiaoying and thrust continuously. Because Xiaoying's legs were wrapped

around her father's waist, I could see, with a slight downward tilt of my head, that between her two snow-white buttocks,

between , a throbbing, veiny penis was thrusting in and out, her pink labia following its trajectory.

Xiaoying's hands involuntarily wrapped around her father's neck, swaying up and down with his thrusts.

Her large breasts pressed tightly against her father's chest,

constantly changing shape with his pumping and her body's movements.

"Slap slap slap..." Xiaoying's buttocks were violently slammed against her father's hips, creating

waves of flesh. Her father's hands rubbed Xiaoying's buttocks,

leaving red palm lines on their tenderness. Each time her father rubbed, Xiaoying's moans would suddenly

rise , whether from excessive excitement or from the pain of his grip, I couldn't tell.

After about five minutes of this, the father was probably tired, as he was now covered in sweat. Although

Xiaoying was light, her father was getting on in years, and carrying her while

thrusting was incredibly physically demanding. He stopped thrusting, lifted Xiaoying's body, and then, with a forward step

, carried her to the windowsill.

Xiaoying sat on the windowsill, both of them drenched in sweat. "Hoo..." the father exhaled

a breath of stale air; the recent "train lunch" had exhausted him considerably. His penis was still deeply embedded

in Xiaoying's vagina. Holding her close, he rested his chin on her shoulder to rest.

Xiaoying 's arms were still wrapped around her father's neck; perhaps sensing his fatigue, she gently

stroked his back, perhaps comforting him.

By this time, Xiaoying had completely accepted the night. Perhaps she had tried to convince herself, or perhaps she

had admitted her hypocrisy, or perhaps she was simply enjoying it all with a sense of侥幸 (a lucky break), unaware that her husband

was watching everything right there.

The father and Xiaoying embraced, the father kissing her shoulder as he regained his strength.

His lips traced along Xiaoying's shoulder and neck upwards. Finally, he raised his head and

looked into Xiaoying's eyes. The father was weak, while Xiaoying was more assertive. If the father and Xiaoying were to have a staring contest,

the father would definitely lose.

Xiaoying's gaze towards her father held a hint of resentment, making it appear somewhat cold. Perhaps the father felt

guilty about his actions that night, and he might have seen a trace of coldness in Xiaoying's eyes. The father was also prone to

overthinking ; he would occasionally look away from Xiaoying, and sometimes meet her gaze. But seeing Xiaoying

staring intently at him, he couldn't quite grasp her intentions.

After about a minute, the father had rested enough. The father gently shifted his hips,

causing his penis to slightly twitch inside Xiaoying's vagina. This slight thrusting made Xiaoying

furrow her brow slightly. After adjusting his position, Xiaoying, sitting on the windowsill, spread her legs a little wider.

The father held Xiaoying's thighs with both hands and began thrusting, swaying his hips.

"Smack smack smack..." The sounds of their genitals rubbing together rang out again. This position was energy-efficient,

and the height of the windowsill was just right; the father, standing, could fully penetrate

Xiaoying's vagina as she sat on the windowsill. Xiaoying's indifferent eyes slowly became hazy again. The father noticed the change in Xiaoying's gaze and

couldn't help but smile.

As he thrust, the father brought his stubble-covered mouth closer, wanting to kiss Xiaoying's lips.

Although he had kissed her once before, it had been forced. This time, however, he gently brought his lips

to hers , while Xiaoying's head was completely free. While enjoying her father's lovemaking, Xiao Ying gazed at

him dreamily. She saw his lips approaching, but made no move.

"Sizzle..." Without any hesitation, the moment her father's lips touched Xiao Ying's red lips,

she closed her eyes. This act of closing her eyes indicated her acceptance. Their lips remained tightly pressed together.

Occasionally, my father would tease Xiaoying with his tongue. As time passed and

the passion intensified, the gentle kisses gradually transformed into passionate, wet kisses.

The sounds of flesh colliding, the sizzling of genitals rubbing together, and the soft smacking of their kisses filled

the room. Xiaoying's body swayed against the windowsill from my father's thrusts, causing the curtains to sway and

rub against my body. I could only hold the curtains tightly with one hand to avoid being

exposed. Hearing their lovemaking symphony, I gently rubbed my penis with my other hand. My glans

was already secreting fluid, but no matter how much I rubbed it, I had no desire to ejaculate. Perhaps it was because touching

it through my pants wasn't enough, or perhaps the pain of witnessing everything was hindering my arousal

.

At this moment, I felt a pang of regret. Why did I create this opportunity today? Why did I

hide here? If I could turn back time, I would never do this. Although I feel

excited painful, and my legs are completely numb. Xiaoying and her father are enjoying themselves,

while I'm enduring both psychological and physical torment.

About ten more minutes passed, and her father was slowly approaching his climax, his thrusts becoming

faster and more intense. But just as I felt he was about to ejaculate, "Pop..." he suddenly

stopped thrusting and forcefully pulled his penis out. "Oh..." Xiaoying let out a soft moan from his sudden withdrawal , a moan containing a hint of reluctance and complaint. It wasn't just her father who

was reaching orgasm . After pulling out, he quickly lifted Xiaoying off the windowsill and placed her on the ground. Xiaoying didn't resist at all, cooperating with her father's actions. Once Xiaoying's legs were on the ground, her father turned her around. At this moment, they were in perfect harmony; Xiaoying seemed to know what her father was about to do. Perhaps to cherish the moment and prevent the impending climax from slowly dissipating, Xiaoying turned around, gripping the windowsill with both hands, arching her hips back, and lowering her slender waist. Her father, rocking her, trembled and stood erect, his penis, covered in vaginal fluid, love juice, and white foam. I looked at that ugly thing between my father's legs— the same thing that had repeatedly taken Xiaoying's virginity and brought her to orgasm time and time again. Seeing my father's magnificent and large genitals for the first time, I felt a deep jealousy. How wonderful it would be if our penises could be switched. With Xiaoying's silent cooperation, my father adjusted her position. He held Xiaoying's slender waist one hand and grasped his thick, long penis with the other. After slapping the egg-sized glans against Xiaoying's vaginal opening a few times, "Swoosh..." my father thrust forward forcefully, his penis fully penetrating Xiaoying's vagina . After countless sexual encounters, Xiaoying's vagina had fully adapted to and accepted her father's penis , and the perfect fit between their genitals had reached a perfect level. Previously, whether it was her father or Xiaoying moving, it would take several thrusts—nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one—for her to fully penetrate, but now it could be done in an instant. "Slap slap slap..." Her father's hands reached under Xiaoying, grabbing her large breasts , and he began to thrust wildly. This thrusting was intense; Xiaoying's hands gripped the windowsill tightly, enduring the impact from behind, her slender fingers turning white from the force. "Ahhhhh..." Xiaoying groaned loudly, no longer suppressing herself. They were about to reach their climax. At the same time, her father was about to ejaculate, filling Xiaoying's uterus, fertilizing her...wait, fertilizing? It was only then that I remembered that when Xiaoying had her pregnancy checkup, the doctor had removed her IUD because it was old and might cause inflammation. A new IUD could only be inserted after Xiaoying's menstrual irregularities had healed. Thinking about this, if my father ejaculated inside her, there would be no barrier between Xiaoying's uterus and the semen. What if Xiaoying's egg met my father's sperm...? Now I finally understood why Xiaoying had struggled and refused my father so resolutely. Perhaps she knew her IUD had been removed, and although she had made a promise to me, the IUD was also a major reason for her refusal. Oh no, how could I have forgotten this? But I couldn't rush out to stop it all. Thankfully, Xiaoying remembered. Now I could only hope that Xiaoying could remind my father not to ejaculate inside her before he ejaculated . My father's climax was approaching, and my hands involuntarily began to clench...

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