Love me like a lover tonight.

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Tonight, love me like a lover.
Friday, Beijing, a snowless winter day. The company meticulously organized its annual year-end appreciation party. Almost all the heads of important departments from all over the country were present. To be honest, these year-end parties are basically just a place for flattery and mutual flattery, indulgence and collective indulgence. It's also a time for subordinates at all levels to squander public funds to show their loyalty and filial piety. There are no serious topics. After the big and small bosses take turns to praise themselves, it's time to have fun. Gathered here are not only managers of all ranks, but also their sweethearts, as well as women of the night who came either by word of mouth or by invitation.

In this famous hot spring hotel on the outskirts of Beijing, luxurious and spacious, the market elites, each with their own worries, had already eaten and drunk their fill, their faces flushed, and went their separate ways after leaving the restaurant.

I liked the hot spring here, and I liked the quietness that was different from the hot spring resorts in the city. After changing clothes, I walked into the huge indoor hot spring area. Of the nearly one hundred colleagues, only a little over half were there. Everyone was half-naked, and they all seemed particularly excited. Swim trunks of various sizes could not contain the fat on the managers' bellies, and the thin straps could not contain the men's restless testicles; bikinis of various colors shimmered among them, and the uneven breasts trembled restlessly with the women's deliberately swaying hips. The damp, warm air was filled with the hormones that excited the men. Most people had already disappeared into the heavy darkness of Beijing's night, perhaps heading straight back to their rooms with their lovers for some fun, or perhaps hiding in the neon-lit KTVs along the streets. Although Beijing has been cracking down hard, the suburbs are still much safer. Prosperity inevitably leads to prostitution, which is also a way to promote consumption, social harmony, and reduce men's drunken crimes.

I lay comfortably on a wooden chair by the hot spring pool, a thick towel draped over my increasingly plump belly, gently exhaling smoke rings. In the pale blue smoke, I waited quietly. After a while, a figure in a gold bikini appeared behind me. It was her. I smiled, sat up, stubbed out my cigarette, and extended my hand to her.

The woman in front of me is Xia Meiwen, a manager's assistant in our company's Wuhan department. I've always called her Xiaomei. It's been over a year since I last saw her, and all I remembered about her was her smooth, delicate skin. I never imagined she'd be so curvaceous in a bikini. I remember her breasts weren't this big back then. Did she get implants too? Her hair is much shorter and has been dyed a layered chestnut brown, making her look capable yet feminine.

Is this really the Xiaomei I saw over a year ago?

After some half-joking pleasantries, Xiaomei lay down on the wooden chair next to me, pulling a towel over her smooth stomach.

"No wonder she's a star in the Wuhan company; even when she's at the hot springs, she dresses so boldly," I said lecherously, staring at her prominent breasts, and offered her a cigarette.

Thinking back to that brief encounter over a year ago, it seems it didn't leave me with any particular memories. Deep down, I don't really like Wuhan, this overly down-to-earth city. The air there is too restless, and the famous dishes don't suit my taste. In comparison, I prefer Chengdu's cuisine. Wuhan's women are more fiery than Chengdu's, but they lack the inherent endearing charm of Chengdu girls. That year, I was assigned to give a training course to newly hired young employees at the company in Wuhan. A week later, Manager Sun personally hosted a farewell banquet, bringing along not only the legendary, sophisticated female assistant and a group of deputies, but also Xiao Mei, who had only been with the company for a little over six months. At that time, she was basically just an office helper, but I remember she had attended my classes because she always sat in the front row.

Back then, Xiao Mei's appearance was pure, but slightly rustic; she couldn't be considered a standard beauty. She was far from 1.6 meters tall—maybe 1.58 meters? I don't know. I remember she had long, flowing black hair, giving her a very student-like air. Only her snow-white skin remains vivid in my memory. "Fair skin covers a hundred flaws," and besides, Xiao Mei wasn't ugly! Heh, that's basically all I remember about her.

"What are you doing now…?" I lit a cigarette and handed it to Xiao Mei.

"Still doing odd jobs," Xiao Mei took a deep drag and exhaled a wisp of smoke.

"Really? With your abilities, you shouldn't have remained silent all this time," I stared intently into her eyes, putting on a serious expression.

Xiao Mei tilted her head back and slowly took a drag. "I'm an assistant now."

An assistant again! I remembered Manager Sun's previous assistant was Xue Mei, a well-known key salesperson.

"Manager Sun's assistant?" I asked, puzzled. Xiao Mei didn't answer. I followed up with, "Then, what about Xue Mei?"

"She went to another American consulting firm six months ago," Xiao Mei said calmly, flicking her cigarette ash.

"Oh," I replied thoughtfully. I had expected Xue Mei to leave the company, but I hadn't anticipated that her successor would be this Xiao Mei, who was still somewhat naive and inexperienced a little over a year ago.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that what's called a manager's assistant is actually a role with a blurred internal and external identity and very ambiguous responsibilities. The person in charge is responsible for relieving the manager's internal and external pressures. The external pressure is work performance, and the internal pressure is naturally the issue of semen. In this regard, Manager Sun's former assistant, Xue Mei, is arguably the most competent, thanks to her shockingly large figure, almost resembling that of a dairy cow named Ye Zimei, and a figure that would make most men blush. With her incredible drinking capacity, she rose from a lowly salesperson to a manager's assistant in less than a year. She exhausted almost every client leader around her, both at the dinner table and in bed, nearly driving them to their deaths. Her sales performance was outstanding. However, I believe the first employee Xue Mei financially exploited was that fat, big-eared Manager Sun. Back then, it was rumored that Xue Mei was about to be promoted—but that was over a year ago.

"Hey, what are you daydreaming about? Thinking about Xue Mei?" Xiao Mei smiled and gently tapped the edge of the recliner.

"Oh, no, I'm thinking about you from over a year ago." I shifted up, making myself more comfortable.

The experience of that business trip over a year ago gradually surfaced in my mind, becoming clearer as if it were yesterday.

I truly noticed Xiao Mei during that last time in the KTV room before we parted. Sun, the fat man with yellow teeth and reeking of alcohol, lavishly praised Xue Mei, who was trembling with excitement beside him.

"Hey, Meimei, you need to improve! Someone like your sister Mei—that's a woman who's successful in both money and career, and has both love and romance. You should learn all her skills! Ah, learn them well!" Sun's short, stubby hands caressed Xue Mei's waist, his face as red as a pig's liver just pulled from a sow's belly.

This stupid fat man wanted Xiao Mei to learn from her? Learn what? Xue Mei's drive or her flirtatiousness?

Xiao Mei sat about half a meter away from me, her eyes mostly glued to the TV. Occasionally, she would look down at the red wine in her glass, pick it up to smell it, then frown and put it down again. Under Manager Sun's repeated urging, Xiao Mei reluctantly drank the glass of dry red wine, and soon became somewhat intoxicated, involuntarily leaning against my shoulder.

In the private room, thick with the scent of carnal desire and alcohol, the faint, sweet fragrance emanating from Xiaomei made me somewhat lose myself. Fueled by the alcohol and the sweet, cloying songs of the hostess, I took Xiaomei's hand. Her hand was warm and soft, boneless, and I couldn't bear to let go once I held it. Xiaomei's fair cheeks glowed like the morning sun, and her eyes, flushed by alcohol, revealed an undisguised shyness. But she didn't pull away; instead, she intertwined her fingers with mine. While the group of lewd men and women were intoxicated and engaged in their unrestrained flirting, no one paid any attention to Xiaomei and my little actions.

I took the microphone from the hostess and sang "You'll Be With Me All My Life." Cheers erupted from the private room, and Xiao Mei's palms were surprisingly sweaty.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and the two hostesses removed their barely-there dresses, leaving them in only bras and panties. They writhed to the lewd music, striking various poses of sexual intercourse. Sun and his associates clapped and whistled, shouting lewdly, "Take it off! Take it off! Oh! Oh!" The hostesses actually ripped open their bras, and their full breasts swayed, making the men dizzy with admiration.

"Haha, Meimei, theirs can't compare to yours, show off a little," Manager Sun said with a lewd grin, grabbing and squeezing Xue Mei's ample breasts under the influence of alcohol. Xue Mei rolled onto Fatty Sun's lap, moaning lewdly.

The warm breath emanating from Xiao Mei's body aroused my groin. I gently pulled her close, slipped my hand over her skirt, and found her breasts. They were just the right size to hold in my hand, with delicate, bean-sized nipples that were soft and felt wonderful to the touch.

I guess the most difficult thing for any man in the world to resist is the allure of a beautiful woman after drinking. But what about women?

"Is it a B?" I asked in a blurry voice, staring at Xiao Mei's flushed cheeks. I leaned close to her ear and asked.

Xiao Mei pinched my palm hard with her nails, biting her lower lip, not turning to look at me, but nodding slightly.

"Is that so?" I gently scratched her nipple with my fingertips, feeling that delicate nipple turn into a bouncy little fleshy ball under my fingers. This feeling made me unable to control myself, and my penis stubbornly became erect.

I didn't do anything further, just gently covered Xiao Mei's chest until Manager Sun stood up and said it was time to leave. Only then did my hand reluctantly leave her right breast. That wonderful feeling, I had actually forgotten it! Perhaps the too many temptations and distractions in life had drowned out the excitement I once felt, making me unbearably vulgar.

Although my business trip to Wuhan ended with a late-night orgy at a bathhouse, I, still quite drunk, did something I later completely forgot: I slipped a business card into Xiaomei's handbag. A week before the annual meeting, Xiaomei suddenly texted me saying she was accompanying Manager Sun. My brain raced for half an hour, trying to figure out what was going on: Why would Xiaomei text me? Why was she accompanying Manager Sun? The answer seemed clear: Over the past year, not only had something happened between her and Sun, but something was bound to happen between her and me in the next two or three days. The day before the annual meeting, I received another text from Xiaomei saying that Manager Sun's mother had suddenly passed away, and she and another vice president were coming. Heh, whatever brings her here, she'll just have to accept it...

"You sang so well that day, I'd completely forgotten what the original singer sounded like," Xiaomei said softly, exhaling a puff of pale blue smoke.

I turned to look at Xiaomei, and she was also looking at me from her side. At this moment, Xiaomei's eyes were filled with a captivating, sensual beauty, seemingly devoid of any former shyness. In the instant our eyes met, she must have realized I had designs on her, and I was certain that this time she had truly offered herself up. As she lay on her side, the lines of her waist were smooth and rounded, her skin still flawless, white, and delicate. I wondered how many men's filth had been spilled within that pure, snow-white skin! God, forgive my impending fall tonight!

"I can do even better," I winked at her.

"Oh, then you should sing," Xiaomei smiled, turning around. Soft light bathed her fair arms, as if gilded.

Smoking, chatting, casually greeting passersby, some familiar, some not, I secretly savored the approaching temptation and the euphoric feeling of being tempted.

I stood up, looked at the shimmering pool before me, and asked, "Want to soak in the pool? Or swim? Or...?" I deliberately paused, drawing out the "or..." "

Whatever you say," Xiaomei sat up, her eyes fixed on me, gentle yet not seductive, alluring yet not lewd.

I really wanted to pin her down on the lounge chair and bombard her with my desire. "Let's soak over there for a while, the hot springs here are really

nice," I pointed to the dense foliage not far away. This is the most famous hot spring hotel in southern Beijing, with many hot spring pools of various sizes, most of which are hidden by lush tropical plants, making it a great place for a secret rendezvous. We found a small pool surrounded by a huge rock and bushes, so small that it could only accommodate four or five people sitting around, but it was just right for me! I placed two pairs of slippers, one red and one blue, in a conspicuous spot outside the rock, so passersby would naturally know what was going on and wouldn't bother us. There's a not-so-famous DJ song that goes like this: "Moonlight shines before my bed, two pairs of shoes on the floor, a pair of adulterers, and you're one of them..." The warm spring water gently soothed my slowly unfolding desire, the faint sulfurous scent giving me a slightly intoxicating feeling. Xiaomei naturally leaned against me, and I naturally wrapped my arms around her slender, soft waist. This scene reminded me of the thrill I felt when I first embraced my first love; my heart was itching, and my hands were itching too. I wonder if every man having an affair gets as engrossed as I do at times like this. Anyway, I did. Since my body was involved, what's wrong with my mind being involved for a while too? Soothing music filled the hot spring lobby. Xiao Mei and I held each other tightly. In the dim shadows of the trees, we couldn't see each other's faces, but we could feel each other's warmth and hear each other's slightly rapid breathing. Xiao Mei in my arms was like a docile kitten, or a young girl experiencing her first love. The shimmering water at our feet added to the romantic atmosphere, making me feel almost like I was in a dream. Was this a pair of adulterers having an affair, or two long-lost lovers rekindling an old flame? I smiled bitterly to myself, suddenly feeling a mixture of disdain and surprise at my seemingly inappropriate emotional outburst. Having secretly made up my mind several times, I finally mustered the courage to gently unhook Xiaomei's bra with my fingertips. My hands grasped her breasts; her lack of resistance was tacit consent. I slowly kneaded them, enjoying the softness between my fingertips and palms. A surge of desire rose within me, and my erect penis stubbornly pressed against Xiaomei's slender waist. She turned her head and kissed my lips, her tongue slipping between my teeth. I enveloped hers, greedily sucking. Xiaomei's saliva was sweet and abundant, mixed with the faint bitterness of tobacco, like a gushing spring. Xiaomei's breasts rose and fell in my palms, her waist twisting like a snake. She reached into my swim trunks, grasped my erect penis, and gently caressed it. A frenzied rock 'n' roll roared from my testicles, and lust raged in my ears. Through the thin straps of her bikini, I touched Xiaomei's vulva. Her pubic hair wasn't thick; her labia were short and plump, tightly closed, squeezing her vulva into a tiny slit—exactly my favorite! My tongue swirled in Xiaomei's mouth, but she sucked it in forcefully, gulping it down. I was burning with desire, my fiery penis slowly approaching the tiny slit between her thighs. I resisted the urge to immediately pounce on Xiaomei in the pool. I didn't want this dirty pool water to get into her body and cause her endless trouble. Not just for her, but for any other woman, I wouldn't do this. I could only endure it, endure it! Xiao Mei suddenly broke free, stood up and pointed to the edge of the pebble pool behind the boulder. I understood and sat down. Xiao Mei knelt between my legs, carefully turned my swim trunks to the side, lowered her head and took my erect penis into her mouth, licking it little by little, up and down. There was no teeth involved, her skill surprised me. Although I've been given oral sex by women hundreds of times, I've never done it in a place where someone could pop out from behind at any moment. I was so nervous I could hardly breathe. My penis, under Xiaomei's tongue's sweeping touch, was so hard it was almost bursting. I opened my mouth wide to try to breathe steadily, pressed my hands against her high-raised buttocks, and thrust my lower body forcefully into her throat. Xiaomei took it in deeply until it was completely inside. Her tongue scraped against the base of my penis. I gritted my teeth and shouted with all my might, "Fuck! Fuck!" Of course, I was shouting it in my mind. I gasped for breath helplessly. Xiaomei spat out my penis, turned her back to me, and sat down, pulling open her bikini bottoms. I sat up to meet her. Xiaomei's lips were wet and incredibly smooth. I thrust in and out, but still couldn't get in. Frustrated, I spread her buttocks and pounded my hard penis wildly until it finally went in smoothly. Xiaomei slowly sat down, and I could even clearly distinguish the feeling of my glans sliding through the tight layers of flesh inside her vagina. Perhaps in the past year or so, Xiaomei has followed Xuemei's path of exchanging a small vagina for a large space, being poked by countless penises of varying thickness, length, and shape, and then faking seductive and wanton orgasms. However, it cannot be denied that Xiaomei's vagina is really tight...

To avoid being recognized by passersby, I loosely wrapped my arms around her. Xiaomei rhythmically rotated her hips, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep. My penis danced and churned within her vagina, the pleasure of being tightly enveloped was irresistible to any man, especially for someone like me who preferred unprotected sex.

Although the small pool was relatively secluded, one could still hear unusual noises coming from the edge if they got closer. The stimulation of making love with Xiaomei under the watchful eyes of others was too intense for me. I quickly lost all self-control, thrusting forward with rapid strokes, the sounds of "slap, slap, slap, slap" echoing in succession. Xiao Mei quickly sat down on my legs, turned her head to kiss me, and lightly pressed her index finger against the corner of my mouth. "You bad boy...bear with it..."

This close contact meant that I was almost completely inside her, thrusting straight into her core. Xiao Mei's legs trembled, and her vagina suddenly clenched even tighter. I suddenly felt the urge to ejaculate and quickly stopped, somewhat at a loss.

"I want to...cum, I..." I whispered in Xiao Mei's ear, a little breathless.

Xiao Mei quickly turned around, pulled away from my penis, bent down, and took the glans into her mouth. With one hand, she quickly stroked my penis, while the other hand supported my scrotum and gently squeezed it.

I breathed heavily without restraint, and the feeling of ejaculation surged over me like a tsunami! "Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!" But it only lasted three ejaculations before abruptly stopping. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, watching Xiaomei carefully lick away the remaining fluid, watching her smile alluringly, her tongue licking her upper lip as she swallowed my semen. A mix of joy and inexplicable emotion welled up inside me.

What kind of magic had she cast on me? Why did I only ejaculate three times?

My breathing gradually evened out. I gently kissed Xiaomei's forehead. "Are you cold, Xiaomei?" Xiaomei

shook her head.

"Why didn't you let me ejaculate all inside?"

"That would be too easy for you. Save it; I'll need it later." Before Xiaomei could finish speaking, she had already buried her face in my arm. Was this really the same shy and timid Xiaomei from a year ago? Or perhaps it was Xia Meiwen, who had already seen countless men? I was somewhat confused, but the satisfaction after ejaculation overwhelmed the surging emotions in my heart. I lowered my head and captured her lips.

After embracing for a while, we slid into the pool, quietly enjoying the warm touch of the spring water, letting our tense bodies relax lazily.

After some time, Xiaomei looked up and said, "Let's go for a swim."

The pool water was crystal clear and blue. Perhaps because it was late, there weren't many people swimming. Xiaomei gracefully undulated in the shimmering water, like a legendary mermaid.

"Come on in, the water is so nice!" Xiaomei playfully splashed water on me, like a high school girl.

"No, I need to save my energy for doing good deeds later," I said with a mischievous grin, blowing a long string of eye rings at her.

Back in Xiaomei's room, it was already eleven o'clock. Xiaomei was right; this double room was originally reserved for Manager Sun, but since he wasn't coming, it was given to Xiaomei.

As soon as Xiaomei opened the door, I shoved her inside, kicked the door shut, and fiercely grabbed Xiaomei's shapely buttocks, kissing her lips. Xiaomei, her feet off the ground, struggled a few times before gently wrapping her arms around me.

Xiao Mei tilted her head back, letting me kiss her all the way down. I pushed her down onto the bed, straddling her, and like a wolf, tore off her bathrobe. Xiao Mei smiled, her eyes slightly closed, and remained motionless, letting me pounce on her naked body like a lion in heat.

I frantically threw off my own bathrobe and looked at Xiao Mei beneath me, her limbs spread gracefully like a blooming lotus, her skin smooth as cream, tinged with pink, her delicate breasts heaving rapidly, her cheeks flushed, gazing at me with eyes like silk threads. My heart raced again.

Following her curves, I saw only a sparse tuft of fine hair between Xiaomei's thighs, shimmering gold in the light, like an immature girl. Further down was her tiny vulva, which had almost made me ejaculate prematurely—such a delicate slit! On either side of the slit, two thick labia, pinkish with a hint of black, seemed to shyly peek out. I couldn't resist bending down and taking her vulva into my mouth. The warm, moist scent of her genitals, with a slightly fishy smell, filled my somewhat hazy consciousness—the primal scent of a woman, so familiar and comforting.

If God hadn't created different appearances and voices for women, if God had only allowed men to experience women with their tongues and penises, would there still be such laughable imitations?

Xiao Mei gently stretched out her legs, revealing her most beautiful private area to my lips and teeth. I lightly teased her lips with my tongue, finding that tiny, red bean-like nipple, gently sucking and rapidly scraping it. Xiao Mei's legs trembled, her buttocks wriggled, and her hands helplessly clawed through my hair, panting softly. Her legs clung tightly to my shoulders, as if I would slip away if she relaxed even slightly.

Her labia were plump, but the opening was really narrow, only allowing the tip of my tongue to slip in. No wonder I had only managed to glide past the entrance a few times earlier, no wonder the feeling after penetration was so wonderful! I greedily licked every fold of her labia, feeling them swell and stretch on my tongue. Clear streams flowed from Xiaomei's opening, and with a flick of my tongue, a long, glistening thread was drawn out. I pressed my tongue against her cleft and forcefully scraped away the slowly flowing fluids, but an even longer stream gushed out from her opening...

Xiaomei's moans grew stronger. She suddenly sat up, grabbed my head, and kissed my lips wildly. I mixed the fluids I had swirled with my tongue with my saliva and put it into her mouth, which Xiaomei swallowed in large gulps. I leaned forward and pinned her down, grasping my already erect penis and teasing her lips. Xiao Mei moaned incoherently, "Ugh, ugh," as she arched her back, searching for the head of my penis that was lingering at the entrance of her vagina.

"Want it? Want it? Hmm..." I licked her cheeks haphazardly, like a wolf ready to devour its prey.

"Yes! Yes... Yes!" Xiao Mei's voice trembled, her words incoherent. She struggled desperately to sit up, but I held her firmly down.

"Come on!" I pressed down on her hips, slightly parting her tight opening, and thrust forward, my hard penis plunging into her. Xiao Mei let out an almost screaming "Oh..." as she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, as if trying to force herself inside me. I slowly entered her, and Xiao Mei gradually relaxed, releasing the almost suffocating embrace.

Having just ejaculated an hour earlier, I no longer felt the urge to ejaculate. Each thrust was powerful and fluid, while Xiao Mei quickly descended into extreme excitement. She closed her eyes tightly, gripping my forearm so hard that her nails almost dug into my flesh. This further fueled my animalistic desires, and a series of powerful thrusts followed. "Slap! Slap! Slap!" The sound of wet flesh colliding aroused my nerves, making the sensation even more exhilarating.

"Oh! Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..." Xiaomei's body tensed, her vagina gripping my penis tighter and tighter. Her brows furrowed, her hair whipping wildly from side to side, and her voice sounded like she was in extreme pain.

I slowed my pace slightly, rotating and thrusting in and out gently. Once Xiaomei's breathing calmed down a bit, I launched into another wave of powerful, heavy thrusts.

Xiaomei grabbed a corner of the pillow and stuffed it into her mouth, biting down hard, making indistinct shouts and moans, her chest flushing red. I sensed her climax was approaching, so I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Come on, baby, come on..."

Xiaomei opened her eyes wide, gripped the pillow with her right hand and pressed it against her mouth, writhing her body rhythmically. Suddenly, she thrust her body against me, her whole body trembling violently, a long cry escaping from deep within her throat: "Coming! Coming... Ah! No! Don't touch me! Ah..."

I pressed my lower abdomen against her tense body, trying my best to push my penis deep inside her, my right hand gently teasing her red, swollen nipples, feeling the rapid, powerful contractions of my glans and penis.

Xiao Mei slumped down, and I gently stroked her flushed cheeks, giving her a passionate kiss. My penis wasn't fully withdrawn; it remained shallowly inside her. A warm liquid seeped from around my penis, sticking to my scrotum, making it wet.

I rolled over and pulled Xiao Mei onto my lap. She was like a concubine emerging from a bath, just as the old gentleman Bai had described: "Her maidservant helps her up, weak and powerless, only now receiving the Emperor's favor!" What a fitting description! Only, it wasn't a maidservant supporting her, but me, the lecherous Yang whom she had once called "teacher."

Deep within her warm, wet vagina, my penis stubbornly remained erect, occasionally thrusting in and out to prevent it from relaxing too quickly after the initial excitement.

Xiao Mei gradually recovered some strength from her orgasm. She supported herself with her arms, tilted her head back, and passionately kissed me, mumbling indistinctly, "Thank you... darling, thank you..."

Thank me for what? For the orgasm I gave her? I chuckled inwardly. You climbed to the position of assistant manager so quickly, surely you must have some kind of sexual climax? Could it be that Fatty Sun and his cronies couldn't satisfy you? Thinking this, I mischievously thrust deeply a few times, the wetness filling her vagina with muffled "plop plop" sounds.

"Do you still want me? Hmm? Do you still want me?" Xiaomei stared at me with a passionate, infatuated gaze, making me lose my senses and nod unconsciously.

"Come on, tonight, love me like a lover! I'm yours, I'm... come on..." Xiaomei straightened up and sat between my legs, thrusting back and forth rapidly, her hands behind her head, tearing at her hair.

My lust, which had just begun to cool, was pushed to its peak by her unrestrained sexual movements. Under Xiaomei's skillful twisting and clapping, physical pleasure permeated my entire being. I didn't need to do anything, just enjoy the comfort, watching her breasts, swollen with desire, bounce before my eyes, watching the radiant blush on her chest spread across her body, and listening to the "smacking" grinding sounds of our bodies as we joined together. I once again fell into a hazy, illusory state: Is all of this real?

Xiaomei would sometimes gaze deeply into my eyes, and sometimes rush to meet my gaze, soon becoming breathless. I got up, embraced her, and let her sit on my lap. I held her waist and began to thrust in and out. This way, she wouldn't have to expend much energy, and I could penetrate deeper.

Didn't Xiaomei want me to fuck her like a lover? In my eyes, this was the most romantic sex position between lovers.

Perhaps Xiaomei understood my intentions; she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, passionately welcoming each deep thrust and movement, occasionally whispering kisses on my earlobe.

Xiaomei's increasingly rapid breathing and moans continued to stimulate my already tense nerves. I needed more intense collisions and deeper penetration into her body!

I rolled over and pinned Xiaomei beneath me. Xiaomei obediently raised her buttocks, but I was too consumed by lust to appreciate her actually beautiful buttocks. I was only captivated by her tight vulva, which was already a wet, slicked-back paradise. Sparse pubic hair clung to her lower body, and her swollen labia were red and tender, almost translucent. Her vulva was slightly open, as if waiting for me to fill her with all my semen. Her clean anus was submerged in a torrent of vaginal fluid, slightly contracting. I smeared my index finger with vaginal fluid and gently rubbed her anus petals. Taking advantage of her slight relaxation, I quickly inserted it into her anus. Xiaomei struggled, trying to escape the intrusion of my finger, but involuntarily clenched her fists even tighter.

I lowered my head and licked her plump, juicy petals hard. Xiao Mei's legs trembled uncontrollably as she cried out, "Itchy...it's itchy..." I freed my hand, grasped my sticky, drooling penis, pressed it against her entrance, and gently inserted it. Watching my large glans stretch open Xiao Mei's tender opening, watching both of Xiao Mei's holes being completely occupied by me, my heart was filled with the pleasure that only a male's desire for intercourse can bring.

Xiao Mei's buttocks arched back a few times. I held her hip bones, held my breath, and thrust in and out. This should be the most primal, but also the most dominant, mating position for a male. I could indulge in the pleasure of her cunt without caring whether her eyes held joy or sorrow, love or grief. The beauty beneath me brought me intense pleasure, but also countless questions. Now, all I wanted to do was fuck, not think.

Since I was here, I'd let my cock fly for a while!

My thrusts became faster, stronger, deeper, and more violent. Xiao Mei's moans were mixed with cries of apparent pain, but she kept her ass high, responding to me, cooperating with me.

I gradually felt waves surging within my scrotum; the urge to ejaculate was like a burst dam, anxiously searching for a way out.

"Agh... I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum!" I roared through gritted teeth, lying on Xiao Mei's back.

"Ah...no...no..." Xiaomei twisted and struggled to break free from my pressure, turned over and lay on her back, hugging my neck.

I lay on top of her, Xiaomei beneath me with a tender look on her face, guiding me to penetrate her.

I had no time for anything else, thrusting with all my might without restraint, until streams of semen gushed out, my swollen penis throbbing and dancing inside the unfamiliar Xiaomei's body, "one, two, three, four, five, six..." a full twenty-two ejaculations, exhausting my last bit of strength.

Exhausted, I collapsed onto Xiaomei's chest like a wounded bird, too weak to even struggle. My gradually softening penis slowly slid out of Xiaomei's vagina, bringing with it a thick liquid mixed with my semen and Xiaomei's vaginal fluid, flowing down her vulva and my glans.

Xiao Mei's petite body was still pressed beneath me, warm and soft. Her soft little hands pulled the snow-white blanket over us both. My heavy breathing gradually calmed down, becoming weaker and weaker. Everything around me slowly floated up, the light became blurry, and I vaguely heard Xiao Mei whispering something in my ear, like a lullaby my mother used to hum when I was a child...

I slept very soundly that night. When I woke up, it was already bright daylight. I reached out and touched her, but Xiao Mei was not beside me. Looking around, I found her wearing a snow-white nightgown, sitting quietly on the sofa at the foot of the bed, an unlit cigarette between her fingers, gazing thoughtfully out the window.

I quietly got up and tiptoed behind her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders. Xiao Mei was startled for a moment, then leaned back against me, her soft, slightly cool little hand grasping my wrist.

"You woke up so early?" I said tenderly, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

"I just woke up a little while ago too," Xiao Mei said, turning her face to gently rub against the back of my hand. The silky smooth touch of her skin—what man wouldn't be moved!

I turned to boil water, preparing to make coffee, and asked, "What's the schedule for this morning?"

"The company is organizing a 9:30 am bus tour of the Forbidden City and Summer Palace. I don't really want to go. Do you know any famous temples in Beijing?" Xiaomei's voice sounded a little melancholy.

"What? Are you Buddhist? Or do you just want to make a wish? You have to fulfill your vows, otherwise Buddha won't approve," I tried to cheer her up, deliberately making my tone lighter.

She didn't answer, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.

"Okay, I'll go with you, as far or short as you want," I handed Xiaomei the prepared instant coffee.

Xiao Mei turned around and smiled, taking a sip of her coffee. I stared at her; her face was pale, and her eyes were dark-rimmed, as if she hadn't slept all night. A dull ache slowly rose in my heart.

After finishing her coffee, Xiao Mei got up and smoothed her hair. "I'm going to take a shower and change. Wait for me."

I sighed softly, looking around the slightly messy room after our passionate encounter. On the table opposite the bed sat an ultra-thin pink Vaio laptop. I went over, turned it on, and went online. Browsing the web with a 3G card felt like driving a Ferrari through the streets of Beijing—a surge of energy I couldn't unleash.

I habitually typed in the familiar URL, logged into SIS, checked in at Youjian Inn, went to the lounge area to check in, browsed the popular posts in the literature section, and looked at the new pictures in the selfie section. This leisurely and carefree online life distracted me from my slightly heavy mood.

I was engrossed in posting and replying to netizens' discussion threads when I saw Xiaomei walking towards me while drying her wet hair.

"What are you looking at?" Xiaomei stood behind me, watching me type rapidly.

"Have you been here before?" I replied, returned to the main interface of Erotic City, and turned back to ask Xiaomei.

"No, I don't go to pornographic websites." Xiaomei turned around, threw the towel aside, took off her bathrobe, and pulled out a set of clean underwear. Looking at her petite figure and exquisite curves, I suddenly remembered something someone once said: Beauty is actually a psychological experience that changes with one's mood. Who said that? I can't remember, maybe it was myself!

"Yellow is the color of skin. Actually, there are many talented people here. They don't want to crowd into the chaotic world of fame and fortune. They come here to express their true feelings. They can be considered unconventional and sophisticated. There are many writers I like there: Tulip Fragrance, Jackal, Face Wash, River Breeze, etc." I leaned back comfortably in my luxurious executive chair, watching Xiaomei skillfully fasten the clasp of her black lace bra.

"I read a novel about a pharmaceutical representative called 'Damn Condoms,' you can download it and check it out. It's about a fresh-faced pharmaceutical representative who contracted AIDS due to unspoken rules and then infected several department heads in hospitals, and she just happened to fall in love with a doctor..." I started rambling on again, only to realize I'd touched on a sensitive topic and inadvertently alluded to Xiaomei, so I quickly stopped.

"Oh, let's meet at the Western restaurant after you change, I need to go back and get some things," I said, feeling a little guilty, making an excuse to leave.

I sheepishly returned to my room, took 2000 yuan in cash from my safe, figuring it should be enough for a trip to Fragrant Hills, plus meals; if not, I could always use my card. When I arrived at the Western restaurant, Xiaomei was already sitting at a small table at the front, waiting for me. She was wearing a black fitted top, a short blue floral skirt, black stockings, and black ankle boots. She had light makeup on, which made her skin appear even more radiant, her eyes bright and captivating, and she possessed a slightly aloof and commanding presence.

Her breakfast consisted of a glass of milk, an egg, and a small fruit salad.

Since it was close to the group's departure time, there weren't many people dining at the restaurant. A few familiar colleagues passed by, offering brief greetings before quickly leaving. Xiaomei called the tour guide to tell him she wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be joining the group.

We smiled at each other. Since I was a local, I wasn't on the day trip list, so I didn't need to inform anyone of my whereabouts.

Xiaomei slowly savored her meager breakfast while I rambled on about the history of Beijing's famous temples and ancient monasteries. Of course, I was selective and focused, emphasizing the strengths and downplaying the weaknesses of the temples I thought were suitable.

"Let's go to Biyun Temple at the foot of Fragrant Hills," she suggested. I was secretly delighted; this was exactly what I wanted. Compared to other famous Buddhist sites in the outskirts of Beijing, I knew Biyun Temple the most and could perfectly act as her tour guide.

As Xiaomei requested, we took a bus, then the subway, and then another bus, enduring a nearly two-hour ordeal before finally entering the temple gate. She said this was the only way to truly achieve sincerity. I teased her, saying that if sincerity was required, we should walk, bowing with each step, then prostrating every three steps. Xiaomei just smiled and remained silent.

Biyun Temple was exceptionally quiet in winter; even on a Saturday noon, only the occasional calls of busy magpies and crows echoed from the bare treetops.

Xiaomei devoutly passed through hall after hall, bowing and kowtowing, praying with her head bowed, each gesture deliberate and meticulous, seemingly oblivious to my eloquent explanations along the way.

I didn't know why she suddenly wanted to come to the temple to make a wish. Judging from her aimless questions about which temples I wanted to visit, her decision to make a wish was impromptu, not premeditated. If that was the case, would her wish have anything to do with me? Thinking about this, I felt a strange excitement, but it was just excitement, not joy. It could also be excessive tension, because if it did involve me, it probably wouldn't be anything good, like her suddenly falling for me…

A gust of cold wind blew by, and I couldn't help but shiver, reaching up to tighten my collar.

In about an hour, we had visited almost every hall and historical site of Biyun Temple, and I dragged Xiaomei to climb Fragrant Hills.

Sitting in the cable car, it felt quite cool. Looking around, we were practically the only two people on the entire cableway. I held Xiaomei's hand tightly to keep her warm. Xiaomei leaned closer to me, and I unbuttoned my down jacket, wrapped it around her, and inhaled the fragrance of her hair. The tension that had been weighing on my heart suddenly vanished without a trace, and a warm current began to flow between my legs.

After walking down from the top of Fragrant Hills, Xiaomei's face was flushed, and she looked much better than when we arrived, while I was a little out of breath.

"Sigh, you didn't catch up with me when I was in good shape. These past two years have been a bit tough," I deliberately hunched over, imitating Ge You's classic line from "If You Are the One 2".

"Alright, stop pretending. You need me to praise you a few times to feel better, right? You're already good enough. Any better and I'll be left with nothing." Xiaomei's reply confirmed that she had emerged from her earlier worries.

Amitabha, I wish she were a new Xue Mei with countless admirers!

Friday, Beijing, a snowless winter day. The company meticulously organized its annual year-end thank-you party. Almost all the heads of important departments from various regions were present. Frankly, these year-end parties are just a place for flattery and mutual praise, indulgence and shared indulgence. It's also a time for subordinates at all levels to squander public funds to show their loyalty and filial piety. There are no serious topics. After the big and small bosses take turns praising their achievements, it's time to have fun. The gathering here included not only managers of all ranks, but also their wives and the ladies of the night, some who had come at the mere mention of the place, others who had been invited.

This renowned hot spring hotel on the outskirts of Beijing was luxurious and spacious, and the market elites, each with their own agendas, had already eaten and drunk their fill, their faces flushed, before heading off in different directions.

I loved the hot springs here, and I loved the tranquility that set it apart from the hot spring resorts in the city. After changing, we entered the huge indoor hot spring area. Of the nearly one hundred colleagues, only a small fraction were present. Everyone was half-naked, visibly excited. Swim trunks of various sizes couldn't contain the managers' bulging bellies, and thin straps couldn't hold back the men's restless testicles. Bikinis of various colors shimmered among the crowd, breasts heaving and trembling restlessly with the women's deliberate swaying hips. The damp, warm air was thick with the scent of hormones that excited the men. Most had already disappeared into the heavy Beijing night, perhaps heading straight back to their rooms with their partners, or perhaps hiding in neon-lit karaoke bars. Despite Beijing's ongoing crackdown, the suburbs were still much safer. Prosperity inevitably leads to prostitution, which is also a way to promote consumption, social harmony, and reduce drunken crime.

I lay comfortably on a wooden chair by the hot spring pool, a thick towel draped over my increasingly plump belly, gently exhaling smoke rings. In the pale blue mist, I waited quietly. A moment later, a figure in a gold bikini appeared behind me. It was her. I smiled, sat up, stubbed out my cigarette, and extended my hand to her.

The woman before me was Xia Meiwen, a manager's assistant in our company's Wuhan department; I always called her Xiaomei. It had been over a year since I'd seen her, and all I remembered about her was her smooth, delicate skin. I never imagined she'd be so curvaceous in a bikini. I remembered her breasts weren't this big back then. Had she had implants too? Her hair was much shorter and had been dyed a layered chestnut brown, making her look both capable and feminine.

Is this still the same Xiao Mei I saw more than a year ago?

After some half-joking pleasantries, Xiaomei lay down on the wooden chair next to me, pulling a towel over her smooth stomach.

"No wonder she's a star at the Wuhan company; even soaking in a hot spring, she dresses so boldly," I leered, staring at her prominent breasts, and offered her a cigarette.

Thinking back to that brief encounter over a year ago, it seemed to have left no particular impression. Deep down, I didn't really like Wuhan, this overly down-to-earth city. The air there was too restless, and the famous dishes didn't suit my taste. I preferred Chengdu's food; Wuhan's women were more fiery than Chengdu's, but lacked the inherent tenderness of Chengdu girls. That year, I was assigned to give a training session to newly hired young employees at the Wuhan company. A week later, Manager Sun personally hosted a farewell banquet. Besides the rumored, somewhat shady female assistant and a group of deputies, he also brought Xiao Mei, who had only been with the company for a little over six months. At that time, she was basically just an office helper, but I remember she had attended my classes because she always sat in the front row.

Back then, Xiao Mei had a pure and innocent look, but she was a bit plain and not exactly a standard beauty. She was far from 1.6 meters tall; maybe 1.58 meters? I don't know. I remember she had long, flowing black hair, which made her look very student-like. Only her snow-white skin remains vivid in my memory. "Fair skin covers a hundred flaws," and besides, Xiao Mei wasn't ugly! Hehe, that's basically all I remember about her.

"So what are you now..." I lit a cigarette and handed it to Xiaomei.

"Still doing odd jobs," Xiaomei took a deep drag and exhaled a wisp of smoke.

"Really? With your abilities, you wouldn't have remained silent all this time," I stared intently into her eyes, putting on a serious expression.

Xiaomei tilted her head back and slowly took another drag. "I'm an assistant now."

An assistant again! I remembered that Manager Sun's previous assistant was named Xue Mei, a well-known key salesperson.

"Manager Sun's assistant?" I asked疑惑地问道, Xiaomei didn't answer, so I followed up with, "Then, what about Xue Mei?"

"She went to another American consulting firm half a year ago," Xiaomei flicked her cigarette ash and said calmly.

"Oh," I replied thoughtfully. I had expected Xue Mei to leave the company, but I didn't expect her successor to be this young woman who was still somewhat naive and inexperienced a little over a year ago.

Anyone with eyes to see understands that while the title of "manager's assistant" sounds nice, it's actually a role with a blurred internal and external identity and very ambiguous responsibilities. She's responsible for relieving the manager's internal and external pressures. The external pressure is work performance, and the internal pressure is naturally the issue of semen. In this regard, Manager Sun's former assistant, Xue Mei, is arguably the most competent, thanks to her shockingly large figure, almost like a dairy cow, and a figure that would make most men blush. With her incredible drinking capacity, she rose from a lowly salesperson to a manager's assistant in less than a year. She exhausted almost every client leader around her, both at the dinner table and in bed, nearly driving them to their deaths. Her sales performance was outstanding. However, I believe the first employee Xue Mei financially exploited was that fat, big-eared Manager Sun. Back then, it was rumored that Xue Mei was about to be promoted—but that was over a year ago.

"Hey, what are you daydreaming about? Thinking about Xue Mei?" Xiao Mei smiled and gently tapped the edge of the recliner.

"Oh, no, I'm thinking about you from over a year ago." I shifted up, making myself more comfortable.

The experience of that business trip over a year ago gradually surfaced in my mind, becoming clearer as if it were yesterday.

I truly noticed Xiao Mei during that last time in the KTV room before we parted. Sun, the fat man with yellow teeth and reeking of alcohol, lavishly praised Xue Mei, who was trembling with excitement beside him.

"Hey, Meimei, you need to improve! Someone like your sister Mei—that's a woman who's successful in both money and career, and has both love and romance. You should learn all her skills! Ah, learn them well!" Sun's short, stubby hands caressed Xue Mei's waist, his face as red as a pig's liver just pulled from a sow's belly.

This stupid fat man wanted Xiao Mei to learn from her? Learn what? Xue Mei's drive or her flirtatiousness?

Xiao Mei sat about half a meter away from me, her eyes mostly glued to the TV. Occasionally, she would look down at the red wine in her glass, pick it up to smell it, then frown and put it down again. Under Manager Sun's repeated urging, Xiao Mei reluctantly drank the glass of dry red wine, and soon became somewhat intoxicated, involuntarily leaning against my shoulder.

In the private room, thick with the scent of carnal desire and alcohol, the faint, sweet fragrance emanating from Xiaomei made me somewhat lose myself. Fueled by the alcohol and the sweet, cloying songs of the hostess, I took Xiaomei's hand. Her hand was warm and soft, boneless, and I couldn't bear to let go once I held it. Xiaomei's fair cheeks glowed like the morning sun, and her eyes, flushed by alcohol, revealed an undisguised shyness. But she didn't pull away; instead, she intertwined her fingers with mine. While the group of lewd men and women were intoxicated and engaged in their unrestrained flirting, no one paid any attention to Xiaomei and my little actions.

I took the microphone from the hostess and sang "You'll Be With Me All My Life." Cheers erupted from the private room, and Xiao Mei's palms were surprisingly sweaty.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and the two hostesses removed their barely-there dresses, leaving them in only bras and panties. They writhed to the lewd music, striking various poses of sexual intercourse. Sun and his associates clapped and whistled, shouting lewdly, "Take it off! Take it off! Oh! Oh!" The hostesses actually ripped open their bras, and their full breasts swayed, making the men dizzy with admiration.

"Haha, Meimei, theirs can't compare to yours, show off a little," Manager Sun said with a lewd grin, grabbing and squeezing Xue Mei's ample breasts under the influence of alcohol. Xue Mei rolled onto Fatty Sun's lap, moaning lewdly.

The warm breath emanating from Xiao Mei's body aroused my groin. I gently pulled her close, slipped my hand over her skirt, and found her breasts. They were just the right size to hold in my hand, with delicate, bean-sized nipples that were soft and felt wonderful to the touch.

I guess the most difficult thing for any man in the world to resist is the allure of a beautiful woman after drinking. But what about women?

"Is it a B?" I asked in a blurry voice, staring at Xiao Mei's flushed cheeks. I leaned close to her ear and asked.

Xiao Mei pinched my palm hard with her nails, biting her lower lip, not turning to look at me, but nodding slightly.

"Is that so?" I gently scratched her nipple with my fingertips, feeling that delicate nipple turn into a bouncy little fleshy ball under my fingers. This feeling made me unable to control myself, and my penis stubbornly became erect.

I didn't do anything further, just gently covered Xiao Mei's chest until Manager Sun stood up and said it was time to leave. Only then did my hand reluctantly leave her right breast. That wonderful feeling, I had actually forgotten it! Perhaps the too many temptations and distractions in life had drowned out the excitement I once felt, making me unbearably vulgar.

Although my business trip to Wuhan ended with a late-night orgy at a bathhouse, I, still quite drunk, did something I later completely forgot: I slipped a business card into Xiaomei's handbag. A week before the annual meeting, Xiaomei suddenly texted me saying she was accompanying Manager Sun. My brain raced for half an hour, trying to figure out what was going on: Why would Xiaomei text me? Why was she accompanying Manager Sun? The answer seemed clear: Over the past year, not only had something happened between her and Sun, but something was bound to happen between her and me in the next two or three days. The day before the annual meeting, I received another text from Xiaomei saying that Manager Sun's mother had suddenly passed away, and she and another vice president were coming. Hehe, no matter how she came, since she's here, let's just let her be...

"You sang so well that day, I've forgotten what the original singer of that song was like," Xiao Mei said softly, exhaling a puff of light blue smoke.

I turned to look at Xiaomei, who was also looking at me from the side. At this moment, Xiaomei's eyes were filled with a captivating, sensual beauty, seemingly devoid of any former shyness. In the instant our eyes met, she must have realized that I had designs on her, and I was certain that this time she had truly offered herself up. As she lay on her side, the lines of her waist were smooth and rounded, and her skin was still flawless, white, and delicate. I wondered how many men's filth had been spilled within that pure, snow-white skin! God, forgive my impending fall tonight!

"I can do better," I winked at her.

"Oh, then you should sing," Xiaomei smiled, turning around. Soft light bathed her fair arms, making them appear gilded.

She smoked, chatted casually, and greeted passersby, some familiar, some not so familiar, indifferently, secretly savoring the approaching temptation and the euphoric feeling of being tempted.

I stood up, looked at the shimmering pool in front of me, and asked, "Want to soak in the pool for a while? Or swim? Or...?" I deliberately paused, drawing out the "or..." "

Whatever you say," Xiaomei sat up, her eyes fixed on me, gentle but not seductive, alluring but not lewd.

I really wanted to pin her down on the lounge chair and bombard her with my desire. "Let's soak over there for a while, the hot springs here are really

nice," I pointed to the dense foliage not far away. This is the most famous hot spring hotel in southern Beijing, with many hot spring pools of various sizes, most of which are hidden by lush tropical plants, making it a great place for a secret rendezvous. We found a small pool surrounded by a huge rock and bushes, so small that it could only accommodate four or five people sitting around, but it was just right for me! I placed two pairs of slippers, one red and one blue, in a conspicuous spot outside the rock, so passersby would naturally know what was going on and wouldn't bother us. There's a not-so-famous DJ song that goes like this: "Moonlight shines before my bed, two pairs of shoes on the floor, a pair of adulterers, and you're one of them..." The warm spring water gently soothed my slowly unfolding desire, the faint sulfurous scent giving me a slightly intoxicating feeling. Xiaomei naturally leaned against me, and I naturally wrapped my arms around her slender, soft waist. This scene reminded me of the thrill I felt when I first embraced my first love; my heart was itching, and my hands were itching too. I wonder if every man having an affair gets as engrossed as I do at times like this. Anyway, I did. Since my body was involved, what's wrong with my mind being involved for a while too? Soothing music filled the hot spring lobby. Xiao Mei and I held each other tightly. In the dim shadows of the trees, we couldn't see each other's faces, but we could feel each other's warmth and hear each other's slightly rapid breathing. Xiao Mei in my arms was like a docile kitten, or a young girl experiencing her first love. The shimmering water at our feet added to the romantic atmosphere, making me feel almost like I was in a dream. Was this a pair of adulterers having an affair, or two long-lost lovers rekindling an old flame? I smiled bitterly to myself, suddenly feeling a mixture of disdain and surprise at my seemingly inappropriate emotional outburst. Having secretly made up my mind several times, I finally mustered the courage to gently unhook Xiaomei's bra with my fingertips. My hands grasped her breasts; her lack of resistance was tacit consent. I slowly kneaded them, enjoying the softness between my fingertips and palms. A surge of desire rose within me, and my erect penis stubbornly pressed against Xiaomei's slender waist. She turned her head and kissed my lips, her tongue slipping between my teeth. I enveloped hers, greedily sucking. Xiaomei's saliva was sweet and abundant, mixed with the faint bitterness of tobacco, like a gushing spring. Xiaomei's breasts rose and fell in my palms, her waist twisting like a snake. She reached into my swim trunks, grasped my erect penis, and gently caressed it. A frenzied rock 'n' roll roared from my testicles, and lust raged in my ears. Through the thin straps of her bikini, I touched Xiaomei's vulva. Her pubic hair wasn't thick; her labia were short and plump, tightly closed, squeezing her vulva into a tiny slit—exactly my favorite! My tongue swirled in Xiaomei's mouth, but she sucked it in forcefully, gulping it down. I was burning with desire, my fiery penis slowly approaching the tiny slit between her thighs. I resisted the urge to immediately pounce on Xiaomei in the pool. I didn't want this dirty pool water to get into her body and cause her endless trouble. Not just for her, but for any other woman, I wouldn't do this. I could only endure it, endure it! Xiao Mei suddenly broke free, stood up and pointed to the edge of the pebble pool behind the boulder. I understood and sat down. Xiao Mei knelt between my legs, carefully turned my swim trunks to the side, lowered her head and took my erect penis into her mouth, licking it little by little, up and down. There was no teeth involved, her skill surprised me. Although I've been given oral sex by women hundreds of times, I've never done it in a place where someone could pop out from behind at any moment. I was so nervous I could hardly breathe. My penis, under Xiaomei's tongue's sweeping touch, was so hard it was almost bursting. I opened my mouth wide to try to breathe steadily, pressed my hands against her high-raised buttocks, and thrust my lower body forcefully into her throat. Xiaomei took it in deeply until it was completely inside. Her tongue scraped against the base of my penis. I gritted my teeth and shouted with all my might, "Fuck! Fuck!" Of course, I was shouting it in my mind. I gasped for breath helplessly. Xiaomei spat out my penis, turned her back to me, and sat down, pulling open her bikini bottoms. I sat up to meet her. Xiaomei's lips were wet and incredibly smooth. I thrust in and out, but still couldn't get in. Frustrated, I spread her buttocks and pounded my hard penis wildly until it finally went in smoothly. Xiaomei slowly sat down, and I could even clearly distinguish the feeling of my glans sliding through the tight layers of flesh inside her vagina. Perhaps in the past year or so, Xiaomei has followed Xuemei's path of exchanging a small vagina for a large space, being poked by countless penises of varying thickness, length, and shape, and then pretending to have a seductive and wanton orgasm. However, it cannot be denied that Xiaomei's vagina is really tight... In order not to be seen through by any passerby, I wrapped my arms around her loosely. Xiaomei rhythmically rotated her hips, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep. My penis danced and stirred in her vagina. The pleasure of being tightly wrapped is something that no man can resist, especially me, who advocates unprotected ejaculation. Although the small pool was in a relatively secluded location, one could still detect unusual noises around it if they got closer. The thrill of making love with Xiaomei under the watchful eyes of others was too intense for me; I quickly lost all self-control, thrusting forward with rapid strokes, the sounds of "slap, slap, slap, slap" echoing repeatedly. Xiao Mei quickly sat down on my legs, turned her head to kiss me, and lightly pressed her index finger against the corner of my mouth. "You bad boy...bear with it..." This close contact meant that I was almost completely inside her, thrusting straight into her core. Xiao Mei's legs trembled, and her vagina suddenly clenched even tighter. I suddenly felt the urge to ejaculate and quickly stopped, somewhat at a loss. "I want to...cum, I..." I whispered in Xiao Mei's ear, a little breathless. Xiao Mei quickly turned around, pulled away from my penis, bent down, and took the glans into her mouth. With one hand, she quickly stroked my penis, while the other hand supported my scrotum and gently squeezed it. I breathed heavily without restraint, and the feeling of ejaculation surged over me like a tsunami! "Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!" But it only lasted three ejaculations before abruptly stopping. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, watching Xiaomei carefully lick away the remaining fluid, watching her smile alluringly, her tongue licking her upper lip as she swallowed my semen. A mix of joy and inexplicable emotion welled up inside me. What kind of magic had she cast on me? Why did I only ejaculate three times? My breathing gradually evened out. I gently kissed Xiaomei's forehead. "Are you cold, Xiaomei?" Xiaomei shook her head. "Why didn't you let me ejaculate all inside?" "That would be too easy for you. Save it; I'll need it later." Before Xiaomei could finish speaking, she had already buried her face in my arm. Was this really the same shy and timid Xiaomei from a year ago? Or perhaps it was Xia Meiwen, who had already seen countless men? I was somewhat confused, but the satisfaction after ejaculation overwhelmed the subtle emotions surging within me, and I lowered my head and captured her lips.

After cuddling for a while, we slid into the pool, quietly enjoying the warm touch of the spring water, letting our tense bodies relax lazily.

After some time, Xiaomei looked up, "Let's go for a swim!"

The pool water was a crystal-clear blue. Perhaps because it was late, there weren't many people swimming. Xiaomei gracefully swam in the shimmering water, like a legendary mermaid.

"Come on in, the water's so nice!" Xiaomei playfully splashed water on me, like a high school girl.

"No, I want to save my energy for something good later," I said with a mischievous grin, blowing a long string of eye circles at her.

Back in Xiaomei's room, it was already eleven o'clock. Xiaomei was right; this double room was originally reserved for Manager Sun, but since he wasn't coming, it was given to Xiaomei.

As soon as Xiaomei opened the door, I shoved her inside, kicked it shut, and grabbed her buttocks tightly, kissing her lips. Xiaomei, her legs off the ground, struggled a few times before gently wrapping her arms around me.

She tilted her head back, letting me kiss her all the way down. I pushed her down onto the bed, straddling her, and like a wolf, tore off her bathrobe. Xiaomei smiled, her eyes slightly closed, remaining motionless as I pounced on her naked body like a rutting lion.

I frantically threw off my yukata and looked at Xiaomei beneath me, her limbs spread gracefully like a blooming lotus. Her skin was as smooth as cream, with a rosy hue, and her delicate breasts heaved rapidly. Her cheeks were flushed, and she gazed at me with eyes like silk threads. My heart raced again.

Following her curves, I saw only a sparse tuft of hair between her thighs, shimmering golden in the light, like that of an immature girl. Below that was her tiny vulva, which had almost made me ejaculate prematurely—such a delicate slit! On either side of her vulva, two thick, fleshy labia, pinkish with a hint of black, peeked shyly out. I couldn't resist bending down and taking her vulva into my mouth. The warm, moist scent of her genitals, with a slightly fishy smell, filled my somewhat hazy consciousness—a primal aroma all too familiar to me.

If God hadn't created women with different appearances and voices, if God had only allowed men to experience women with their tongues and penises, would there still be such laughable tales of imitation?

Xiao Mei gently stretched out her legs, revealing her most beautiful private area to my lips and teeth. I lightly teased her lips with my tongue, finding that tiny, red bean-like nipple, gently sucking and rapidly scraping it. Xiao Mei's legs trembled, her buttocks wriggled, and her hands helplessly clawed through my hair, panting softly. Her legs clung tightly to my shoulders, as if I would slip away if she relaxed even slightly.

Her labia were plump, but the opening was really narrow, only allowing the tip of my tongue to slip in. No wonder I had only managed to glide past the entrance a few times earlier, no wonder the feeling after penetration was so wonderful! I greedily licked every fold of her labia, feeling them swell and stretch on my tongue. Clear streams flowed from Xiaomei's opening, and with a flick of my tongue, a long, glistening thread was drawn out. I pressed my tongue against her cleft and forcefully scraped away the slowly flowing fluids, but an even longer stream gushed out from her opening...

Xiaomei's moans grew stronger. She suddenly sat up, grabbed my head, and kissed my lips wildly. I mixed the fluids I had swirled with my tongue with my saliva and put it into her mouth, which Xiaomei swallowed in large gulps. I leaned forward and pinned her down, grasping my already erect penis and teasing her lips. Xiao Mei moaned incoherently, "Ugh, ugh," as she arched her back, searching for the head of my penis that was lingering at the entrance of her vagina.

"Want it? Want it? Hmm..." I licked her cheeks haphazardly, like a wolf ready to devour its prey.

"Yes! Yes... Yes!" Xiao Mei's voice trembled, her words incoherent. She struggled desperately to sit up, but I held her firmly down.

"Come on!" I pressed down on her hips, slightly parting her tight opening, and thrust forward, my hard penis plunging into her. Xiao Mei let out an almost screaming "Oh..." as she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, as if trying to force herself inside me. I slowly entered her, and Xiao Mei gradually relaxed, releasing the almost suffocating embrace.

Having just ejaculated an hour earlier, I no longer felt the urge to ejaculate. Each thrust was powerful and fluid, while Xiao Mei quickly descended into extreme excitement. She closed her eyes tightly, gripping my forearm so hard that her nails almost dug into my flesh. This further fueled my animalistic desires, and a series of powerful thrusts followed. "Slap! Slap! Slap!" The sound of wet flesh colliding aroused my nerves, making the sensation even more exhilarating.

"Oh! Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..." Xiaomei's body tensed, her vagina gripping my penis tighter and tighter. Her brows furrowed, her hair whipping wildly from side to side, and her voice sounded like she was in extreme pain.

I slowed my pace slightly, rotating and thrusting in and out gently. Once Xiaomei's breathing calmed down a bit, I launched into another wave of powerful, heavy thrusts.

Xiaomei grabbed a corner of the pillow and stuffed it into her mouth, biting down hard, making indistinct shouts and moans, her chest flushing red. I sensed her climax was approaching, so I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Come on, baby, come on..."

Xiaomei opened her eyes wide, gripped the pillow with her right hand and pressed it against her mouth, writhing her body rhythmically. Suddenly, she thrust her body against me, her whole body trembling violently, a long cry escaping from deep within her throat: "Coming! Coming... Ah! No! Don't touch me! Ah..."

I pressed my lower abdomen against her tense body, trying my best to push my penis deep inside her, my right hand gently teasing her red, swollen nipples, feeling the rapid, powerful contractions of my glans and penis.

Xiao Mei slumped down, and I gently stroked her flushed cheeks, giving her a passionate kiss. My penis wasn't fully withdrawn; it remained shallowly inside her. A warm liquid seeped from around my penis, sticking to my scrotum, making it wet.

I rolled over and pulled Xiao Mei onto my lap. She was like a concubine emerging from a bath, just as the old gentleman Bai had described: "Her maidservant helps her up, weak and powerless, only now receiving the Emperor's favor!" What a fitting description! Only, it wasn't a maidservant supporting her, but me, the lecherous Yang whom she had once called "teacher."

Deep within her warm, wet vagina, my penis stubbornly remained erect, occasionally thrusting in and out to prevent it from relaxing too quickly after the initial excitement.

Xiao Mei gradually recovered some strength from her orgasm. She supported herself with her arms, tilted her head back, and passionately kissed me, mumbling indistinctly, "Thank you... darling, thank you..."

Thank me for what? For the orgasm I gave her? I chuckled inwardly. You climbed to the position of assistant manager so quickly, surely you must have some kind of sexual climax? Could it be that Fatty Sun and his cronies couldn't satisfy you? Thinking this, I mischievously thrust deeply a few times, the wetness filling her vagina with muffled "plop plop" sounds.

"Do you still want me? Hmm? Do you still want me?" Xiaomei stared at me with a passionate, infatuated gaze, making me lose my senses and nod unconsciously.

"Come on, tonight, love me like a lover! I'm yours, I'm... come on..." Xiaomei straightened up and sat between my legs, thrusting back and forth rapidly, her hands behind her head, tearing at her hair.

My lust, which had just begun to cool, was pushed to its peak by her unrestrained sexual movements. Under Xiaomei's skillful twisting and clapping, physical pleasure permeated my entire being. I didn't need to do anything, just enjoy the comfort, watching her breasts, swollen with desire, bounce before my eyes, watching the radiant blush on her chest spread across her body, and listening to the "smacking" grinding sounds of our bodies as we joined together. I once again fell into a hazy, illusory state: Is all of this real?

Xiao Mei would sometimes gaze deeply into my eyes, and sometimes she would rush to meet my gaze on her own. Before long, she would be panting. I would get up, hug her, and let her sit on my lap. I would hold her waist and start thrusting up and down. This way, she wouldn't have to expend much energy, and I could penetrate her deeper.

Xiaomei wanted me to fuck her like a lover, right? In my eyes, this was the most romantic sex position between lovers.

Perhaps Xiaomei understood my intentions; she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, passionately welcoming each deep thrust and movement, occasionally leaning close to kiss my earlobe.

Xiaomei's increasingly rapid breathing and moans continued to stimulate my already tense nerves; I needed more intense collisions and deeper penetration into her body!

I rolled over and pinned Xiaomei beneath me. Xiaomei obediently raised her buttocks, but I was too consumed by lust to appreciate her actually beautiful buttocks. I was only captivated by her tight vulva, which was already a wet, slicked-back paradise. Sparse pubic hair clung to her lower body, and her swollen labia were red and tender, almost translucent. Her vulva was slightly open, as if waiting for me to fill her with all my semen. Her clean anus was submerged in a torrent of vaginal fluid, slightly contracting. I smeared my index finger with vaginal fluid and gently rubbed her anus petals. Taking advantage of her slight relaxation, I quickly inserted it into her anus. Xiaomei struggled, trying to escape the intrusion of my finger, but involuntarily clenched her fists even tighter.

I lowered my head and licked her plump, juicy petals hard. Xiao Mei's legs trembled uncontrollably as she cried out, "Itchy...it's itchy..." I freed my hand, grasped my sticky, drooling penis, pressed it against her entrance, and gently inserted it. Watching my large glans stretch open Xiao Mei's tender opening, watching both of Xiao Mei's holes being completely occupied by me, my heart was filled with the pleasure that only a male's desire for intercourse can bring.

Xiao Mei's buttocks arched back a few times. I held her hip bones, held my breath, and thrust in and out. This should be the most primal, but also the most dominant, mating position for a male. I could indulge in the pleasure of her cunt without caring whether her eyes held joy or sorrow, love or grief. The beauty beneath me brought me intense pleasure, but also countless questions. Now, all I wanted to do was fuck, not think.

Since I was here, I'd let my cock fly for a while!

My thrusts became faster, stronger, deeper, and more violent. Xiao Mei's moans were mixed with cries of apparent pain, but she kept her ass high, responding to me, cooperating with me.

I gradually felt waves surging within my scrotum; the urge to ejaculate was like a burst dam, anxiously searching for a way out.

"Agh... I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum!" I roared through gritted teeth, lying on Xiao Mei's back.

"Ah...no...no..." Xiaomei twisted and struggled to break free from my pressure, turned over and lay on her back, hugging my neck.

I lay on top of her, Xiaomei beneath me with a tender look on her face, guiding me to penetrate her.

I had no time for anything else, thrusting with all my might without restraint, until streams of semen gushed out, my swollen penis throbbing and dancing inside the unfamiliar Xiaomei's body, "one, two, three, four, five, six..." a full twenty-two ejaculations, exhausting my last bit of strength.

Exhausted, I collapsed onto Xiaomei's chest like a wounded bird, too weak to even struggle. My gradually softening penis slowly slid out of Xiaomei's vagina, bringing with it a thick liquid mixed with my semen and Xiaomei's vaginal fluid, flowing down her vulva and my glans.

Xiao Mei's petite body was still pressed beneath me, warm and soft. Her soft little hands pulled the snow-white blanket over us both. My heavy breathing gradually calmed down, becoming weaker and weaker. Everything around me slowly floated up, the light became blurry, and I vaguely heard Xiao Mei whispering something in my ear, like a lullaby my mother used to hum when I was a child...

I slept very soundly that night. When I woke up, it was already bright daylight. I reached out and touched her, but Xiao Mei was not beside me. Looking around, I found her wearing a snow-white nightgown, sitting quietly on the sofa at the foot of the bed, an unlit cigarette between her fingers, gazing thoughtfully out the window.

I quietly got up and tiptoed behind her, wrapping my arms around her shoulders. Xiao Mei was startled for a moment, then leaned back against me, her soft, slightly cool little hand grasping my wrist.

"You woke up so early?" I said tenderly, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

"I just woke up a little while ago too," Xiao Mei said, turning her face to gently rub against the back of my hand. The silky smooth touch of her skin—what man wouldn't be moved!

I turned to boil water, preparing to make coffee, and asked, "What's the schedule for this morning?"

"The company is organizing a 9:30 am bus tour of the Forbidden City and Summer Palace. I don't really want to go. Do you know any famous temples in Beijing?" Xiaomei's voice sounded a little melancholy.

"What? Are you Buddhist? Or do you just want to make a wish? You have to fulfill your vows, otherwise Buddha won't approve," I tried to cheer her up, deliberately making my tone lighter.

She didn't answer, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.

"Okay, I'll go with you, as far or short as you want," I handed Xiaomei the prepared instant coffee.

Xiao Mei turned around and smiled, taking a sip of her coffee. I stared at her; her face was pale, and her eyes were dark-rimmed, as if she hadn't slept all night. A dull ache slowly rose in my heart.

After finishing her coffee, Xiao Mei got up and smoothed her hair. "I'm going to take a shower and change. Wait for me."

I sighed softly, looking around the slightly messy room after our passionate encounter. On the table opposite the bed sat an ultra-thin pink Vaio laptop. I went over, turned it on, and went online. Browsing the web with a 3G card felt like driving a Ferrari through the streets of Beijing—a surge of energy I couldn't unleash.

I habitually typed in the familiar URL, logged into SIS, checked in at Youjian Inn, went to the lounge area to check in, browsed the popular posts in the literature section, and looked at the new pictures in the selfie section. This leisurely and carefree online life distracted me from my slightly heavy mood.

I was engrossed in posting and replying to netizens' discussion threads when I saw Xiaomei walking towards me while drying her wet hair.

"What are you looking at?" Xiaomei stood behind me, watching me type rapidly.

"Have you been here before?" I replied, returned to the main interface of Erotic City, and turned back to ask Xiaomei.

"No, I don't go to pornographic websites." Xiaomei turned around, threw the towel aside, took off her bathrobe, and pulled out a set of clean underwear. Looking at her petite figure and exquisite curves, I suddenly remembered something someone once said: Beauty is actually a psychological experience that changes with one's mood. Who said that? I can't remember, maybe it was myself!

"Yellow is the color of skin. Actually, there are many talented people here. They don't want to crowd into the chaotic world of fame and fortune. They come here to express their true feelings. They can be considered unconventional and sophisticated. There are many writers I like there: Tulip Fragrance, Jackal, Face Wash, River Breeze, etc." I leaned back comfortably in my luxurious executive chair, watching Xiaomei skillfully fasten the clasp of her black lace bra.

"I read a novel about a pharmaceutical representative called 'Damn Condoms,' you can download it and check it out. It's about a fresh-faced pharmaceutical representative who contracted AIDS due to unspoken rules and then infected several department heads in hospitals, and she just happened to fall in love with a doctor..." I started rambling on again, only to realize I'd touched on a sensitive topic and inadvertently alluded to Xiaomei, so I quickly stopped.

"Oh, let's meet at the Western restaurant after you change, I need to go back and get some things," I said, feeling a little guilty, making an excuse to leave.

I sheepishly returned to my room, took 2000 yuan in cash from my safe, figuring it should be enough for a trip to Fragrant Hills, plus meals; if not, I could always use my card. When I arrived at the Western restaurant, Xiaomei was already sitting at a small table at the front of the restaurant, waiting for me. She was wearing a black fitted top, a short blue floral skirt, black stockings, and black ankle boots. She also had light makeup on, which made her skin look even more fair and her eyes bright and captivating, with a touch of cold and aloof charm.

A glass of milk, an egg, and a small amount of fruit salad were her breakfast.

Since it was almost time for the group tour to depart, there weren't many people dining at the Western restaurant. A few familiar colleagues passed by, quickly exchanging greetings before leaving. Xiaomei called the tour guide in charge, saying she wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be joining the group.

We exchanged a knowing smile. Since I was a local, I wasn't on the day tour list, so I didn't need to inform anyone of my whereabouts.

Xiaomei slowly ate her meager breakfast while I rambled on about the history of Beijing's famous temples and ancient monasteries, selectively highlighting key points and downplaying the merits of those temples, emphasizing the strengths and avoiding the weaknesses.

"Then let's go to Biyun Temple at the foot of Fragrant Hills," she said. I was secretly delighted; it was exactly what I wanted. Compared to other famous Buddhist temples in the outskirts of Beijing, I knew Biyun Temple the most and could be her perfect guide.

Following Xiaomei's instructions, we took a bus, then the subway, and then another bus, a bumpy two-hour journey before finally entering the temple gate. She said that only this way could one achieve true sincerity. I teased her, saying that if you wanted to be sincere, you should walk, bowing with each step, then prostrating every three steps. Xiaomei just smiled and remained silent.

Biyun Temple was exceptionally quiet in winter. Even on a Saturday noon, only busy magpies and crows occasionally called out from the bare treetops.

Xiaomei walked devoutly through one temple after another, bowing and kowtowing, praying with her head bowed, each step measured and precise, seemingly unconcerned about my eloquent explanations along the way.

I didn't know why she suddenly wanted to come to the temple to make a wish. Judging from her aimless questions about which temples I was visiting, her decision to make a wish was impromptu, not premeditated. If that was the case, would her wish be related to me? Thinking of this, I felt a strange excitement, but it was just excitement, not joy. It could also be excessive tension, because if this was related to me, it probably wouldn't be anything absolutely good, like her suddenly falling in love with me...

A gust of cold wind blew by, and I couldn't help but shiver, reaching up to tighten my collar.

In about an hour, we had visited almost every hall and historical site of Biyun Temple. Then I took Xiaomei to climb Fragrant Hills.

Sitting in the cable car, it felt quite cool. Looking around, we were practically the only two people on the entire cableway. I held Xiaomei's hand tightly to keep her warm. Xiaomei leaned closer to me, and I unbuttoned my down jacket, wrapped it around her, and inhaled the fragrance of her hair. The tension that had been weighing on my heart suddenly vanished without a trace, and a warm current began to flow between my legs.

Walking down from the top of Fragrant Hills, Xiaomei's face was flushed, and she looked much better than before, while I was a little out of breath.

"Sigh, you missed out on my good days. These past two years have been a bit tough," I deliberately hunched over, mimicking Ge You's classic line from *If You Are the One 2*.

"Alright, stop pretending. You need me to praise you to feel better, right? You're already good enough. Any better, and it'll be unbearable!" Xiaomei's reply confirmed that she had finally moved on from her earlier worries.

Thank goodness, I wish she were a new Xue Mei, a woman with countless suitors!

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