The courier's task

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Four years ago, I was an unknown courier, crisscrossing the alleyways and streets of Shanghai every day. I was already used to the wind and rain. Although my income was enough to make ends meet, with a monthly surplus of about 2,000 yuan, I knew it was my hard-earned money. Apart from watching TV in my cramped, less than ten-square-meter room at night, I had no hobbies. Like a fallen leaf, I drifted aimlessly. Shanghai was dazzling and vibrant, but I had no home there.

Courier life was repetitive, monotonous, and tedious, devoid of any fun or passion. My greatest joy was spending my free time playing cards, chatting, smoking, drinking, and reading with my coworkers. Life couldn't be simpler. During peak season, nearly a hundred deliveries a day left me exhausted and my legs weak, regardless of wind, rain, or the sweltering heat of summer. I doubt most people have experienced something like this. Although it was tough, it was still better than the 800 yuan a month I earned driving a small van back home. I had a sense of purpose, hoping to save more money so I could start my own small business back home.

Women are a luxury for me. I had a girlfriend when I was in vocational school. She wasn't pretty and was overweight. We had sex a few times, which I found novel and enjoyable at the time. When we were in a good mood, we did it three or four times a day, until she was a little swollen down there. Looking back, I guess I was really energetic when I was young. After coming to Shanghai, I was busy with work and didn't have much money. Even when I

had sexual urges, I was suppressed by fatigue. At most, I would masturbate to porn. I would see many beautiful women at work, and occasionally I would have the desire to sleep with them, but I knew it was just a toad lusting after a swan, especially in Shanghai, where women are very materialistic. If you don't have money, no one will pay attention to you, let alone a beautiful woman. For migrant workers like us who consider ourselves a little better than ordinary laborers, finding a wife or even a girlfriend in Shanghai is just a dream, let alone a dream.

The unique aspect of being a courier is encountering all sorts of people every day: men, women, old, young, normal, abnormal, kind, ugly, generous, petty—you name it. After seeing so many, you get used to it. Just maintain a good attitude, and don't bother with difficult customers. Getting a complaint costs 50 yuan, which isn't worth it. In the summer, it's hot, and riding my electric bike under the sun inevitably leaves me smelling of sweat. Some people won't even open the door, or they'll give me a disdainful look, take the package without signing, wave me off, and say, "Go on!"

Summer is a more fun season for me. Needless to say, everyone knows that beautiful women wear less clothing in the summer, and since couriers deliver to the door, it's natural to take advantage of the work to glance at them a few more times. Although I wouldn't dare do anything, fantasizing is enough. After all, wealthy, elegant, and charming women would never want to have anything to do with a delivery person; they're practically parallel lines.

On a sweltering afternoon, I rang the doorbell of an apartment on the 18th floor of a well-known residential complex in Hongkou District, XX New City (those familiar with Shanghai will probably recognize it). "Who is it?" a young woman's voice came through the loudspeaker. "Deliveryman, open the door," I said instinctively. The door clicked open, and I took the elevator to the 18th floor. The door was ajar, and I knocked twice. "Come in, just put the diapers on the floor,

" the woman called from inside. I looked around. What a grand apartment! The living room was at least 40 square meters, decorated in an elegant and simple style, very cozy. The cool air from the central air conditioning felt wonderful. Ah, how wonderful it would be to take a nap here! A large bouquet of lilies sat on the kitchen table, and two lush Brazilian wood plants grew beside it. It was clear the woman loved life.

"Excuse me, do I need to sign something?" I was startled by the woman's question. She had already come out of the room. I quickly snapped out of my daze. The woman, dressed in a light pink jumpsuit, looked to be no more than thirty years old. She walked over and paused for a moment when she saw me, but maintained her smile.

"Ah, yes, just sign here." I quickly took out a pen from my pocket and handed it to her.

In the instant she signed, I took a good look at the elegant and refined young woman before me. She had her hair in a ponytail, with a strand of smooth, black hair falling beside her ear. Her fair and slender hands were particularly captivating. I saw her quickly sign her name: Huang Yingxi.

If it weren't for the sudden cry of a baby coming from the bedroom, I would hardly have believed that this beautiful woman was already a mother. "The child is crying, you should go quickly." I turned and closed the door, slipping out with a slight unease in my heart. Even after leaving, I could almost smell the faint fragrance of her hair. Although I couldn't see her figure clearly, the young woman's captivating eyes and delicate nose were deeply imprinted in my mind. Two

days later, my impression of her faded somewhat, and life returned to normal. To be honest, Huang Yingxi wasn't a stunning beauty, but she was very approachable and made people feel comfortable.

On a weekend evening, Old Li's wife cooked a delicious meal. Bangbang noodles and stir-fried mutton with scallions were my favorites. I'd been sharing an apartment with the young couple for over half a year. Old Li was my coworker, tall and burly, a typical Northwestern man, speaking in a deep, resonant voice. He was quite loyal and simple-minded. His wife, Lin Guihua, came to Shanghai from her hometown to visit him last year. She wasn't tall and was quite thin, with delicate features, looking like a woman from Jiangnan. You would never guess she was from Shaanxi. She also had a particularly high alcohol tolerance; the young couple would often have a couple of drinks. Don't let her short and thin stature fool you; she had a large bust, at least a C-cup. In warm weather, she'd only wear a tank top underneath, and you could vaguely see her nipples. She often swayed her hips and buttocks in front of me. Old Li and Lin Guihua were both easygoing and didn't care about such details, which really tormented me, who was already indulging in lust.

Late at night, rhythmic slapping sounds came from next door, like a pillow was being used to gag Lin Guihua, only low moans escaping my lips. Making love in this drafty, creaky old workshop felt like watching porn to me next door.

Slowly pushing open the slightly ajar door, I entered the living room. Following the dim light from Old Li's room, I peered through the cracked window. I saw Lin Guihua's buttocks raised high, her hips thrusting in and out in response to Old Li's movements. The impact of her plump buttocks produced muffled thuds. "You stinking woman, I'll fuck you to death!..." Old Li muttered under his breath. A short while later, Old Li let out a cry and ejaculated a thick stream of semen onto Lin Guihua's buttocks. The milky white semen covered her anus. Old Li wiped it haphazardly with a tissue, and the two of them lay down in each other's arms, falling asleep almost immediately.

Back in my room, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. When would I finally meet my woman?

Although I only have a vocational school diploma, I enjoy reading, so I've been wearing glasses for a long time. I'm also quite handsome, and look like a "cultured person," as Lao Li jokingly put it. Anyway, I always go to the school during my breaks, partly to make up for not having gone to university, and partly to see the pretty girls on campus—I'm bored anyway, even though I only get two days off a month.

The cicadas at Fudan University's Handan campus are especially numerous, their chirping annoying. I went to the self-study room in the School of Economics (if I remember correctly) and started reading "Reader's Digest" with great interest. Not long after, a couple sat in front of me. The guy looked rather sleazy, but I guessed he was a rich kid; he had an iPod and a PSP on the table (at that time, I had no idea what those were).

The girl had long, flowing hair, wore a puff-sleeved top and shorts, and had a round face; she looked lively and cute. At first, I was focused on my book, but as fewer and fewer people studied, the young couple in front of me started to get increasingly brazen. The guy had his right arm around the girl's slender waist, and his left hand was pressed tightly against her snow-white thigh. Their heads were practically touching. The scene was quite awkward. There were only four or five people left in the classroom. I was tempted to leave, thinking, "How could such a nice girl be taken advantage of by this idiot?" But I didn't want to miss out on the show, so I gritted my teeth and sat down in the back. Of course, it wasn't just my head that was stiff.

The boy's left hand moved from the girl's thigh to inside her shirt, groping her breasts through her bra. The girl wasn't idle either; her hand rubbed against the boy's crotch. Their lips were locked in a passionate kiss, glistening with saliva. To an outsider, it looked like foreplay in a pornographic film. Suddenly, the lecherous boy's phone rang. "My mom's calling, wait a minute." He got up and left the classroom.

The girl, clearly dissatisfied, pouted and straightened her clothes before following him out. A surge of intense jealousy welled up inside me. All that good stuff was being wasted on that bastard! At that moment, I noticed the girl's red phone was still on the table. Seeing no one around, I quickly dialed my number using her phone. Done. The title page of my blown-away "Macroeconomics" textbook clearly read: Lu Tingting. Satisfied with having her phone number and name, I left the study room.

From then on, I often sent the girl jokes, some I made up, but most from books.

Although she was always curious about who I was and how I got her phone number, I didn't say much, only that I was a boy who had been secretly watching her. After that, she rarely replied to my texts. I wasn't disappointed, because sending the texts was just a momentary impulse.

Two weeks later, I returned to XX New City with the package, which rekindled my memories of Huang Yingxi.

"Who is it?" It was that same alluring voice.

"Delivery guy, open the door." I rushed into the elevator. A young woman stood at the door holding a 5 or 6-month-old baby, with an older woman behind her—her nanny. I put the package on the table and saw the baby babbling, which was quite amusing. "Your son is so cute!" I said sincerely. "Haha, it's a daughter!" the young woman grinned. "Maybe it's because your hair is cut too short, you're so funny."

She was wearing tight-fitting sportswear, which I later learned was for yoga practice. Her slender calves were as white as tender lotus roots, her full buttocks were plump and firm, and her breasts were particularly prominent. Perhaps because they were full of milk, her two round breasts, encased in a bra, rested heavily on her chest, looking exceptionally alluring. The young woman noticed me staring at her, her face flushed slightly, and I realized I had been somewhat inappropriate, so I quickly backed away.

Chatting with the security guard in the neighborhood, I learned that Huang Yingxi's husband was a Hong Kong man in his fifties who frequently traveled between the mainland and Hong Kong. He was very kind, and I always greeted him, but he didn't come back often. So Huang was a stay-at-home wife. How could an old Hong Kong man satisfy a beautiful young woman burning with desire? Strong fantasies surfaced in my mind.

Huang Yingxi likes to buy baby products online, and that online store always uses our family's courier company, so whenever there's a delivery to XX New City, I'm always the one who rushes to deliver. Over time, we'd sometimes chat at her home, and Huang Yingxi got to know me. At least in my eyes, she lacked the arrogance and haughtiness of a wealthy socialite. She was kind, gentle, pure, and innocent. If it weren't for the difference in our social status, I think I would definitely pursue her, even if it was obviously a toad wanting to eat swan meat. The pursuit of beautiful women is a man's instinct, unrelated to money or status.

After delivering the last package around 8 PM, I dragged my tired body home. As soon as I entered, I smelled a strong odor of alcohol. Old Li was sprawled on the bed, snoring loudly, with an empty bottle of white liquor and a bottle of red wine beside him. Lin Guihua, swaying slightly, was clearing the table. "Xiao Wang, you...you're back. Haven't eaten yet?" "Sister-in-law, what's going on here? Why are you two drinking so much?" "Brother, your brother Li is...he's happy today. He got a quarterly award and three thousand yuan." Lin Guihua said, sitting down next to me, a little unsteady.

"That's good news, no wonder you're so happy." I sat down at the table, ate a couple of bites of rice, and went inside to lie down.

A little while later, I was fast asleep when suddenly I heard a "thump," and a dark figure rushed in and collapsed to the floor. I turned on the lamp and saw a scantily clad young woman lying on the floor. It was none other than Lin Guihua.

"Sister-in-law, what's wrong?" "Brother, I've always thought you were great. I wanted to chat with you some more tonight!" Was she drunk and acting crazy, or was she just speaking the truth? "Your brother Li is too rough, he doesn't understand women's hearts!" With that, Lin Guihua threw herself into my arms, pushing me onto the bed without a word. Her cherry lips pressed tightly against mine, her tongue darting around inside. Then, she ripped off her vest, revealing her two white, full breasts, which sprang out and pressed against my chest.

A surge of heat filled my chest, banishing all sleepiness. Without thinking twice, I pulled down my underwear. Having been without a woman for so long, my penis was already rock hard. Seeing this, Lin Guihua bent down, grabbed my penis, spat twice, and put it in her mouth, beginning to manipulate it. Lin Guihua's oral skills were truly impressive; her head and neck rose and fell without a trace of teeth, her warm, wet tongue gently circling and licking the glans. I grabbed her hair and pressed it down hard, feeling the glans reach the back of her throat. Lin Guihua's mouth was covered in sticky saliva and the secretions from my glans.

"Your cock is so thick, much bigger than your brother Li's! Hurry up and fuck your sister-in-law, fuck her hard!" With that, Lin Guihua took off her already soaked panties, stuck out her firm ass, and climbed onto the bed. I picked up my penis and, without breaking a sweat, slid it into her vagina, thrusting in and out

forcefully, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. "Ah...ah...this big cock is so satisfying, fuck your sister-in-law to death!" Lin Guihua cried out incessantly. Soon, the slut reached orgasm, her vagina contracting repeatedly, gripping my penis tightly. "Slut, don't make me finish so quickly!" I resisted the urge to ejaculate, wanting to savor the pleasure a little longer. I had to admit, holding Lin Guihua's plump buttocks and enjoying her tight, warm vagina was such a stimulating experience! After a fierce battle, Lin Guihua and I were drenched in sweat. Suddenly, with a low growl, I poured nearly half a month's worth of thick semen into Lin Guihua's mouth. "It's sweet, so delicious!" Lin Guihua said, swallowing and showing me her tongue; she had swallowed every last drop of semen.

The next morning, I woke up feeling a little dizzy. It was all because I was too excited last night. I looked at the clock and it was already eight o'clock—damn, I was late. Lin Guihua was chopping meat in the kitchen. Thinking about last night, I felt regret and annoyance. No matter what, I shouldn't have touched Old Li's woman; it was all because of a moment of passion.

"Hey bro, get up! Your sister-in-law is making dumplings for you today!" Lin Guihua said cheerfully, as if nothing had happened.

"Oh," I replied awkwardly, grabbing a steamed bun and running out.

The events of last night were still vivid in my mind; Lin Guihua's breasts seemed to be swaying clearly before my eyes. Damn it, concentrate, I can't think about this anymore, this is the last time.

That afternoon, I unexpectedly received a text message from Lu Tingting, "Mysterious person, I've broken up with my boyfriend." I was secretly delighted, firstly because her breakup gave me a chance, and secondly because Lu Tingting would text me to confide in me when she was most upset. It seems my efforts all this time haven't been in vain.

I replied, "How could this happen?" "He went abroad, he doesn't want me anymore." "Where are you?" "The Arts Library." This was definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I returned the packages I had to the sorting center, rode my electric scooter to the second floor of Fudan University's Arts Library, and saw Lu Tingting sitting alone in a corner listening to music. I quietly approached her from behind.

"Turn around." I sent a text message.

She turned around in a flash, "Ah, you scared me to death, how do you know me?" "Let's go outside and talk, don't disturb others." Lu Tingting followed me out, "Because I also graduated from Fudan, I've heard people mention you before." I made up an excuse.

"So you're working now?" "Yes, I'm at the post office." "Then you're a civil servant." "Yeah." My face flushed. I couldn't help it; if she knew I only had a vocational school diploma and delivered packages on an electric scooter, I definitely wouldn't be able to win her heart. I couldn't let all my efforts go to waste.

Along the way, I tried everything to cheer Lu Tingting up, partly to make her happy, but more importantly, to build her trust in me. That evening, I treated her to a big meal at Fudan University's "Corruption Street," spending 80 yuan. Although it stung a little, it was worth it for the pretty girl.

"Tingting, go home now. I'll come see you again next time. Cheer up!" I took her back to her dorm, and the little girl waved goodbye. I blew her a kiss and rode my electric scooter home.

When I came in, Lao Li and Lin Guihua were eating dumplings around the table. "Brother, come and eat with us, they're fresh out of the pot, still steaming hot," Lao Li waved to me. I felt a little guilty towards him, and, feeling embarrassed but trying to appear calm, I said, "Brother Li, you guys eat, I've already eaten." Lin Guihua walked over, grabbed my collar, and pulled me towards the table, putting her hand on my shoulder and pressing me down. "I told you to eat, so eat! Can't you sit for a while and chat with your brother Li and sister-in-law?" "I really have eaten." "Did you eat out with your girlfriend?" Lin Guihua teased.

"Xiao Wang, you should find a girlfriend too, how about I introduce you to one?" Lao Li enthusiastically brought up the topic of blind dates.

Lin Guihua kicked my shin under the table, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally. "Brother Li, no need. I'm broke and have no career, how am I supposed to find a girlfriend? Who'd be with me?" "Xiao Wang, handsome and capable!

What are you lacking?" Lin Guihua chimed in from the side.

"Thank you, Brother Li and Sister-in-law, I'll talk about it when someone suitable comes along." I replied dismissively, went to my room, washed up, and went to sleep.

While Brother Li was away, Lin Guihua's seduction became increasingly blatant, putting me in a difficult position. On one hand, I genuinely had needs; on the other hand, living under the same roof, it would be unethical to cuckold Brother Li. One evening, Old Li went out to play mahjong with his friends. It was just Lin Guihua and me at home. This little slut was walking around the room wearing only a bra and panties. Although they weren't t-back underwear, her two plump buttocks were pressed tightly together, and you could barely see the back edge of her panties. Her big, white buttocks jiggled in front of me, making me feel uneasy.

"Xiao Wang, we're out of toilet paper. Get me a roll. It's in the cabinet behind the door," Lin Guihua called from the bathroom.

I took the toilet paper, pushed open a crack, and handed it over. Lin Guihua grabbed my hand and pulled me inside.

"Sister-in-law, don't do this. What will Brother Li think if he sees this?" "Stop pretending, you've already done it to me. Do you think you can turn back?" Lin Guihua hurriedly stood up from the toilet, her panties still hanging on her calves. Last time, the lighting was dim, and I couldn't see clearly. I only noticed that the pubic hair in her triangle area was very thick, lying densely against her lower abdomen. Her fair, firm belly had no excess fat, and her two smooth, tender thighs were full and long . The proportions of her hips, thighs, and calves were excellent. It was surprising to see

that Lin Guihua had such a good figure. After saying that, she grabbed the faucet and started rinsing her lower body. "Okay, all clean. Do you think your sister-in

-law is beautiful?" Lin Guihua pinched my buttocks and said flirtatiously. This slut really deserves to be fucked. I grabbed her arm and vigorously rubbed her breasts with my other hand. They were soft and elastic, and the feeling of my hands being filled was indescribable, very comfortable. I flicked her cherry-like nipples with my fingertips, and they quickly became erect. The dark areolas tightened a little, and the hair follicles on them contracted together. I lowered my head and sucked on Lin Guihua's nipple, my saliva covering her breasts. Lin Guihua's hands didn't stop either, continuing to stroke my penis.

"Honey, why are we in bed..." Lin Guihua said with a flirtatious look, sticking out her tongue and touching her lips. She pulled my penis to the bedside with her right hand, pushed me onto the bed, climbed on top of me, and took my penis into her mouth, swallowing it up and down.

My hands weren't idle either. Lin's big buttocks were right in front of me. Her buttocks were very white and tender, soft yet firm to the touch. I rubbed them hard and left red handprints. The light brown chrysanthemum buds opened and closed, and I pressed my tongue hard against them. Lin Guihua let out a muffled moan. Her labia minora, shaped like butterflies, were symmetrically pressed against her vulva, and clear love fluid flowed from her pale pink vaginal opening. I pressed my mouth hard against it, and her soft and tender vulva, like jelly, stimulated my taste buds. It had a faint salty taste, and the stringy love fluid trailed long. "You slut, let your husband fuck you properly!"

Lin Guihua turned over and flipped down, as if she had been waiting for this for a long time. She spread her buttocks like a bitch, and her vaginal opening was as delicate and luscious as a blooming flower. I held my penis and "plop" it went in. "Ah!

" Lin Guihua screamed loudly. Lin's thighs were draped over my shoulders, and I leaned down to taste the saliva in her mouth. My erection was thrusting straight into her flower bud, while my hands kneaded her large breasts. The pleasure from my lower body, hands, and mouth intertwined, surging like waves crashing on the shore, one after another, with continuous orgasms. After ten minutes of frenzied fucking, Lin Guihua's face was flushed and burning hot, the blush extending all the way to her neck. "Husband, I'm coming, don't stop... don't stop... ah," Lin Guihua said, her hands tightly gripping my back, her vagina contracting repeatedly, making me feel the urge to ejaculate as well!

I picked up Lin Guihua, made her cling to me, wrapped my arms around her slender waist, and slapped her buttocks hard. My entire penis was inside her vagina. Lin Guihua opened her mouth, her face contorted as she cried out, "Ah...ah...you're fucking me to death, I love you so much..." Sweat dripped down her forehead, mingling with the unique fragrance of a young woman in the air. "Fuck!" After a dozen or so thrusts, I sent my millions of semen into Lin Guihua's cherry-like mouth. She touched the semen at the corner of her mouth and smiled foolishly at me. I knew she had me completely under her thumb now.

Lin Guihua lay on my chest, playing with my limp penis, and said, "Your brother Li is good in every way, except this is useless. He ejaculates in less than 5 minutes every time, and I haven't even warmed up yet. You're much better!" Damn it, so this slut came to me to vent because of disharmony in her marital life.

However, women who are sexually unsatisfied are very prone to infidelity. Given the right time, nine times out of ten, especially women in their thirties. Once you gain their trust, it's only natural for each other to get what they want. This has little to do with character or chastity. Society is very open nowadays; the end result of disharmonious married life is either divorce or infidelity, without exception, just a matter of time.

I got out of bed, put on my underwear, went back to my room, and fell asleep immediately, having a good night's sleep.

More than half a month passed in a flash, and the National Day holiday was approaching. I thought I could finally get some rest and also ask Lu Tingting out for a walk. I was confident I could fool this naive student. Just as I was happily planning how to get Lu Tingting, something unexpected happened.

On the evening of the last day of September, I picked up another package from the sorting station, destined for XX New City. This time it wasn't for Huang Yingxi's house, and I felt a little disappointed. After delivering the package, I glanced towards Huang Yingxi's familiar window; the light was on, and it looked quiet. I rode my electric scooter towards the gate

of the complex. Suddenly, I heard a "smack" of a door slamming behind me. I instinctively turned around and saw Huang Yingxi. She was holding a child in her left arm and a handbag in her right, her face filled with anxiety as she walked down the steps towards the gate.

"Sister Huang, what happened?" I asked as I approached.

"Ah." The young woman was clearly surprised by my sudden appearance. "My daughter suddenly developed a high fever this afternoon, and the fever hasn't gone down even after taking medicine. I really don't know what to do. My nanny went back to her hometown in Chuzhou, Anhui. My husband was supposed to return to Shanghai early tomorrow morning, but the child had to get sick at this time. It's so worrying!" "Sister Huang, it's okay, I'll take you to the hospital. I'm about to get off work anyway." "I didn't expect to run into you like this. No need, I'm fine. I have to go now. Thank you!"

Just then, a white Jinjiang taxi drove up, and I flagged it down. After helping the mother and daughter into the car, I climbed into the front passenger seat without saying a word. A few minutes later, the car stopped at the emergency room entrance of Xinhua Children's Hospital.

The little baby had been fussy the whole way, and Huang Yingxi was trying to comfort and soothe her, looking completely helpless. It was indeed difficult for this young lady without a nanny. Many Shanghai women are like this, basically living a carefree and leisurely life at home. Their husbands earn money, the nannies do the housework, and they enjoy themselves immensely. Huang Yingxi was no exception.

The emergency room waiting window at the hospital was overcrowded. Huang Yingxi sat anxiously on a bench outside, holding her child. I stood beside her, carrying my bag and registration slip. Looking at the beautiful young woman next to me, her face full of worry, two strands of hair hanging down her ears, her concerned gaze fixed on her child's face, I couldn't help but feel an impulse, a heartfelt desire to protect them, mother and daughter, even though I knew I didn't have the ability.

The middle-aged woman next to me cast a strange glance. She didn't understand why a noble, gentle, and beautiful young woman was standing next to a poor young man who looked inferior. I lowered my head and rubbed my worn-out New Balance running shoes. These were a birthday gift from my mother three years ago, my "old buddies" that had accompanied me on countless deliveries. A sudden wave of inferiority washed over me; the immense psychological gap made me feel that even if I were to help, I shouldn't have stood so close.

Finally, Huang Yingxi emerged from the emergency room carrying her child. "The doctor said the blood test results were fine. It's just a normal reaction to the injections she had a couple of days ago. A little ibuprofen will do the trick!" The young woman smiled with relief, revealing two rows of clean, white teeth, her delicate eyebrows relaxed and relaxed.

At that moment, I deeply felt Huang Yingxi's love for her daughter, and my own admiration for this gentle and beautiful young woman grew increasingly uncontrollable. I couldn't distinguish between physical arousal and a heartfelt tenderness.

On the taxi ride home, Huang Yingxi said to me, "Xiao Wang, thank you so much for today. I didn't realize you were such a kind person, haha." "Sister Huang, don't say that, I didn't really help much. As long as Niu Niu is alright, that's all that matters. If

there's anything I can do for you in the future, just let me know." "You're quite the charmer! But I must say, you do look a bit like my brother." "Then be my older sister, if you don't mind." I quickly seized the opportunity.

"Sure! I'll treat you to a meal sometime." Huang Yingxi said it casually, and I actually believed her.

This unexpected incident brought me closer to and helped me understand Huang Yingxi better. Not every wealthy and beautiful woman is aloof; at least Huang was a simple, kind housewife. Her eyes were clear and bright, lacking the stench of money and arrogance, but possessing the warmth and care of an older sister. For me, alone and adrift in the world, tired and empty, Huang Yingxi was the perfect object of my spiritual and physical fantasies.

When you have a goal in mind, even if you don't achieve it, the hope and anticipation make you feel fulfilled, and your infatuation with other women, even if it's physical, isn't as intense. A relaxed mindset allows many opportunities to quietly arise; young girls are much more open than you imagine.

The night before the National Day holiday, I parked my electric scooter, exhausted, when I suddenly received a text message:

"Brother, what are you doing? Are you busy?" I saw it was from Lu Tingting.

"I'm near your school, can I come find you?" I sensed the younger girl was feeling lonely; I shouldn't miss this opportunity.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." I rode my scooter to the gate of Fudan University, where I saw Lu Tingting wearing a pink floral mini-skirt, her long, white legs exposed. I could tell she was wearing foundation, and a cute little hair clip adorned her head.

I jumped off the scooter, and Tingting covered her nose, "You smell awful! Where have you been? You're all sweaty.

" I'm like this every day! I thought to myself, how clean can a deliveryman who works in the wind and rain every day be? But I couldn't say that out loud. "Ah, something urgent came up at the post office, I just rushed here from work."

My sour smell made me not even want to get close to this beautiful female student.

"Here." Tingting handed me a scented tissue.

"School's out tomorrow, why aren't you going home?" I asked curiously.

"I don't want to go home, I'm so depressed, I had a fight with my mom, she's always pressuring me to go abroad, saying it's a good career path, but I have no interest at all! Nobody understands me." As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

Rich kids just don't know how to appreciate things, I can't even go abroad if I want to! I've never even been on a plane, but I've taken a taxi.

Suddenly, Lu Tingting hailed a taxi, "Brother, come with me to karaoke, it's on me!" She pulled me in as she spoke.

To my shame, this was my first time going to a karaoke bar. I sat awkwardly in the private room, watching Lu Tingting sing passionately into the microphone. Popcorn, dried squid, and half a dozen Tsingtao beers were laid out on the table.

"Cheers!" Lu Tingting handed me a beer, clinked glasses, and took a big gulp. Her drinking skills were definitely superior to mine. I thought to myself, "Am I hitting on her, or is she hitting on me?"

A short while later, Lu Tingting, whether tired from singing or drunk, leaned her head on my shoulder, breathing heavily. I naturally placed my hand on her shoulder; it was soft and fragrant. Her two snow-white thighs, illuminated by the lights and music, were even more alluring. I pressed my lips against Tingting's forehead, the girl's warmth and scent sending an electric current through me.

Tingting suddenly looked up, her eyes glazed, and said in a coquettish voice, "Don't be a pervert." The feeling was clearly one of seduction.

The alcohol and the coquettish voice of the beautiful girl in my arms released a tremendous surge of courage and impulse. I suddenly hugged Lu Tingting tightly, my mouth desperately sucking on her cherry lips, our tongues intertwining. She made muffled moaning sounds, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck. At that moment, I could truly feel the heat emanating from her chest, not just her two firm breasts, but also the desire that needed to be released.

I realized that a KTV was definitely not a good place to take things further. "Baby, come home with your brother, okay?

Your brother will take good care of you." "Okay." Lu Tingting agreed without hesitation, it was clear that she had been suppressing her feelings for a long time.

We tiptoed into the house we shared with Mr. and Mrs. Li. They were already asleep. I took Tingting's hand and led her into my room.

The girl collapsed onto the bed, revealing her white panties, her two jade-like legs completely exposed. I lowered my head and licked and caressed Tingting's smooth, marble-like thighs, white and delicate, with almost no visible pores.

To be honest, this was the first time I'd ever handled such a beautiful girl up close. Lin Guihua couldn't compare to the pretty girl in front of me in terms of looks, temperament, or figure. My penis, unable to resist the temptation, was already erect. I took off my underwear, and Lu Tingting, seeing this, knelt down beneath me, reached down and began to stroke my penis with her hand. She stuck out her tongue and looked at me with a grin, taking big sips of my glans. Her skill was beyond my imagination.

Tingting's saliva dripped down my penis, all the way to my testicles. She lowered her head, lifted my buttocks, and almost licked the saliva up from my perineum with her tongue. Tingting's panties were already soaked. "Baby, lie down, let your brother take a good look at you."

I pulled down the girl's panties; her vulva was already a sea of moisture. Her two butterfly-shaped labia minora and pubic hair were wet and stuck to her bottom. The pink, wrinkled labia minora were just the right size, delicate and luscious. I leaned down and sucked hard, the faint salty taste filling my taste buds. I used the tip of my tongue to tease the girl's vaginal opening. Tingting kept moaning, "Ah...ah..." Her white, tender buttocks twisted from side to side on the bed, and a continuous stream of love juice gushed from her vagina.

I could no longer resist the allure of this paradise. I grabbed Tingting's buttocks and placed them on my large penis, then thrust it in with a soft plop. The warm, tight vagina gave me the happiest moment of being a man. I gripped the girl's waist with both hands and thrust forcefully. The lubricated piston-like movements constantly stimulated and satisfied my lust.

Her tender, bud-like vagina greedily gripped my penis. I could clearly feel the girl's lower body twitching and contracting. Before long, I could no longer bear the pressure of Tingting's vaginal walls. I reluctantly pulled my penis out of her vagina, and a stream of white semen shot onto Tingting's pink buttocks.

The next day was October 1st. The company gave us a day off, and I didn't wake up until noon. I found Tingting still fast asleep next to me. I patted Tingting's snow-white buttocks. "Lazy girl, get up!" There was no response. I leaned down and bit her buttocks. The firm, white flesh tasted wonderful. Her young body was truly beautiful.

"Ah, you bad guy!" Lu Tingting kicked her legs twice and walked straight towards the door.

"Hey, come back!" I shouted, but it was too late. Lu Tingting went to the bathroom wearing only her underwear and a barely-there tank top.

Before I could even react, she came rushing back with a scream. Old Li outside the door was obviously startled by this young girl with a devilish figure. "Brother Li, I'm sorry, this is my sister." I explained embarrassedly as I pushed open the door.

"My sister, my foot! You're quite lucky!" Old Li whispered in my ear with a sly smile.

Lin Guihua gave me a light glare and walked past me.

After lunch, I finally managed to get Tingting home. The little girl insisted on hanging out with me, but I wasn't really interested in continuing. Although Tingting was cute and a bit rebellious, she really felt like a sister to me, at most a "friends with benefits." After a few days apart, my thoughts drifted back to Huang Yingxi. Every gesture, every smile of hers seemed like a fairy to me; even her subtle perfume was alluring. I guessed her husband had already returned to Shanghai, and the thought made me incredibly sad. I didn't know why I was so jealous of other couples' normal lives. Late

October arrived, and the weather in Shanghai gradually cooled. The autumn wind scattered the plane tree leaves all over the streets. I saw Huang Yingxi again at the end of October. She was still as graceful as ever. Although it was a brief encounter, I felt incredibly relaxed, like I'd just had a marijuana kick.

"Sister Huang, do you still stand by what you said last time?" I asked.

"What did I say?" "You said you'd treat me to dinner." Even if I was rejected, spending more time together would be good.

"Haha, you little rascal, still thinking about it? Okay, I'll wait for you to come over after work." I thought to myself, dinner doesn't matter, I'm thinking about you! Anyway, as long as it works out.

"Okay, see you in a bit!" I sped up my delivery on my electric scooter.

At that moment, all I wanted was to see Huang Yingxi. Perhaps because of writing, I emphasized her physical appearance. Frankly, at that time, just seeing her was enough to satisfy most of my longing. I didn't have many other expectations; she was still the unattainable Snow White to me.

At 7 p.m., I arrived at the restaurant Huang Yingxi had arranged beforehand. I wore what I thought was my coolest Jack & Jones jacket, and I even wet my hair, making it look shiny like it had been licked by a cow's tongue. Huang Yingxi gently pushed open the restaurant door. I saw her wearing a short, purplish-red cashmere coat, Miss Sixty skinny jeans, and carrying a delicate Gucci handbag, smiling as she walked towards me.

"How did you get here?" she asked.

"By car." "You have a car?" she asked, a little surprised.

"A two-wheeler," I said coldly.

"Haha, get lost." "I really can drive. I worked as a van driver back in my hometown for two years."

I continued, "Next time you're drunk, you can call me for your 'drinking price,' it's free!" I'd do anything for Huang Yingxi.

"Okay, I rarely drink." "By the way, Sister Huang, you don't have my number yet. If there's anything I can help with next time, just let me know." I took the opportunity to try and get her number. Sure enough, Huang readily gave it to me. I wondered if she was really that naive or if she really treated me like a younger brother.

Her slender, delicate hands fiddled with her phone as she looked at me and said, "What do you think of me?" I never expected her to ask that, especially so directly. "Ah... um..." I was at a loss, my tongue a little unresponsive. "You're so nice, so pretty, and so kind. You're not at all pretentious, you're so approachable, just like an older sister." "Hehe, maybe not so nice. To be honest, my child is still young, so I spend most of my time at home. My friends all have their own jobs and can't be with me. I'm used to the lively life I had before, but now with my daughter, being a stay-at-home mom is really tough. Besides talking to the housekeeper, I hardly interact with the outside world. Seeing you is so kind, you're capable, and you have such a sweet tongue." I thought to myself, I'm even more capable in bed.

"Then why don't your parents come to take care of you?" "My parents are in Sichuan. They've always disapproved of my marriage to my current husband. They don't come often, just call occasionally. Sometimes I wonder if my choice was right. What good is money anyway?" Huang said with a hint of helplessness.

In those few words, I sensed the emptiness and helplessness of the young woman before me. Not all rich people are happy. Without the company of family and friends, without the busyness and fulfillment of work, money is just a symbol; life remains lonely and empty. Perhaps it was against this backdrop that Huang was so exceptionally friendly to me, a deliveryman; it was a small spice in my life.

"Didn't you have a job before?" I asked curiously.

"Yes, of course I did. I used to be a flight attendant for Shanghai Airlines. My husband and I met on a plane. I quit my job after I got pregnant, and looking back, it's a bit of a regret. Life was tough, but very happy.

" No wonder Huang Yingxi's demeanor and smile were so comforting; she had received professional training. I couldn't help but think of flight attendant uniforms and stockings in Japanese adult films, but the lewd expressions and movements of those actresses were clearly far removed from the dignified Huang Yingxi before me.

"What are your plans? How long have you been in Shanghai?" the young woman asked.

"I've been a deliveryman for almost a year. I have many dreams, but I don't know if they'll come true. I want to earn more money in Shanghai, then go back home and open my own freight company, find someone I love, marry them, and have two sons," I said, my eyes fixed on Huang Yingxi.

"Then good luck! Money can't be earned all the time, but good health is the most important thing. Finding someone you truly love isn't easy, so I wish you good luck." I thought to myself, it's not difficult at all; that person is right in front of me.

“Yes, Sister Huang, you must be happy. That’s more important than anything else. Don’t be too hard on yourself. Go out and relax more. Staying at home is a waste of your time.” “You’re so sweet-talking!” Before I knew it, it was almost nine o’clock, and Huang Yingxi was getting restless, probably worried about her daughter. Seeing this, I thanked Huang Yingxi and rode my electric scooter home. From then on, I would occasionally send Huang some funny text messages, just like I did with Lu Tingting, to keep in touch without making her think I was annoying.

One evening in December, I received a text message from Huang: “I’m having dinner on the 8th floor of Jiuguang Department Store. I had a few drinks. Is it convenient for you to come over?” “Coming.” I rushed over, dressed and put on my shoes.

After waiting for fifteen minutes, Huang arrived late, carrying large bags and small bags, her face flushed, obviously having been drinking.

"You're here. Sorry, I'm feeling a bit dizzy today. Thank you for your help." "Sister Huang, don't mention it, thank you for thinking so highly of me!" I took the keys from Huang and got into the BMW Z4. To be honest, it was my first time driving such a nice car, and it took me ages to

start it. We drove in silence the whole way, with Huang coughing occasionally. Once we entered the underground parking garage of XX New City, I handed the keys to Huang Yingxi and turned to leave. She suddenly grabbed my arm, "Thank you!" and then staggered towards the elevator.

At that moment, I really had the urge to pull her into my arms, but reason told me to restrain myself. Once trust is lost, it's irreversible. Being ordinary friends is better than never seeing each other again.

It's been over two months since I first had sex with Lu Tingting. During that time, we've done it at least once a week, sometimes in hotels, sometimes at my place. Lu Tingting remains as alluringly innocent as ever. I can hardly tell if she's genuinely pure or just pretending. She can beg me to fuck her hard like a little wildcat, and she'll even pull down my underwear in the school library, playing with my penis with her slender fingers, then sucking it like a lollipop, swirling it around in her mouth while giving me oral sex. Afterwards, she can swallow my semen as if nothing happened and continue reading!

Yet she also seems so innocent, her big eyes blinking as she always asks me strange questions—plots from "Ninja Dance," trading online game equipment, which nail color looks best, and other random topics I basically know nothing about.

I truly admire young girls' open attitude towards sex; they enjoy it, are curious, and also a little playful and rebellious. Lu Tingting told me she slept with the class monitor back in her first year of high school, and that I was her fourth boyfriend, though to me I was just a sex partner.

On Friday night, Lu Tingting invited me to her house for the weekend. Her parents were on vacation in Australia, and she was supposed to go to her grandmother's, but this little girl refused and insisted on staying home alone. Early Saturday morning, I knocked on the door of Lu Tingting's house in Xujiahui. There she was, hastily putting on an apron, holding a spatula and making fried rice. A burnt smell wafted out.

"Miss, are you baking rice? It's burnt." "You don't understand, it tastes better when stir-fried over high heat."

Saying this, she wiggled her hips into the kitchen. I looked closely and saw this little slut was only wearing underwear, not even a bra. Her two C-cup breasts were dangling outside, and the straps of her apron kept rubbing against her erect nipples.

Lu Tingting took a cream cake out of the refrigerator and put it on the coffee table for me to eat. After a while, she came out of the smoky kitchen. Seeing that I hadn't eaten the cake yet, she said, "Darling, do you really want me to feed you?!" With that, she untied her apron and walked over with a grin. She scooped two scoops of cream from the cake with her fingertips and actually smeared them on her nipples! The pink nipples turned white, contrasting with the pale pink areolas, looking incredibly tempting. "Want some?" Tingting asked me with a mischievous smile.

I rushed over and wrapped my arms around her slender waist, sucking hard on her cream-covered nipples, which were exceptionally sweet and slippery. My hands vigorously kneaded the girl's firm and full breasts, kissing along her neck and earlobes. The girl also rubbed my penis with one hand, while her other hand touched her underwear. I saw a coin-sized puddle soaked in her underwear, and her buttocks swayed from side to side on the sofa. I caressed the girl's smooth, warm back with both hands, and thrust my tongue into her cherry-like mouth, greedily sucking the saliva from her lips. Her wet, agile tongue swirled wildly in my mouth. "Brother, I want it! Put it in my pussy!" Tingting whispered pleadingly.

I pulled down the girl's panties, pinched her two plump buttocks with both hands, and slowly inserted my thick, throbbing penis into her flower bud. The girl's vagina seemed to have an endless suction force, tightly gripping my penis as I thrust in and out, the sounds of slapping echoing. Tingting turned her head and stuck out her tongue, covered in glistening saliva, asking for a kiss. I put my index and middle fingers into my mouth, and Tingting closed her eyes, sucking hard with a lewd expression, as if licking a penis.

At this moment, my big cock did not stop pounding against Tingting's cervix, each thrust hitting the very core, making her scream wildly. My right hand wasn't idle either, pressing against Tingting's light brown anus. The girl's anus wasn't large, but it was very clean, only slightly darker than the surrounding skin. "Brother, no! It hurts there." The girl's anus contracted and relaxed with the rhythm of my pressing on it. I thought to myself that it wouldn't be bad to have sex with

her ass once. Tingting was already panting heavily, her face flushed, her forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, and her two large breasts swaying in the air. After a series of thrusts, I pulled out my penis and, as always, fed her thick semen into her cherry-like mouth.

Tingting, with half a mouthful of semen in her mouth, said indistinctly in Shanghainese, "Brother, you're killing me, so good!"

Then she swallowed it in one gulp. "Look, there's still some at the corner of your mouth." Tingting didn't hesitate to scrape it off her tongue with her finger, swallowed it, and then spat it out for me to see. "You ate it all up." I flicked her nose and pulled her into a tight hug, her warm, white body irresistible.

The two days and two nights at Tingting's house were like living in caves—eating, sleeping, and making love, a repetitive cycle. Almost half of my five-day vacation was gone. But for this little slut, even if it meant exhausting myself, it was worth it. The immense physical pleasure and satisfaction made me somewhat forget the hardships and difficulties of real life. Being with Lu Tingting made me forget my own identity; I only knew there was a beautiful female college student at my disposal.

Two weeks before the Spring Festival, I received another call from Huang Yingxi in my sleep. "I'm at Richybaby in Fuxing Park, can you come over?" Her speech was noticeably slurred, and I hesitated, wondering if it was really her. Her speed and tone were completely different from usual.

Regardless, I was going. I was truly bewitched by her. Even with Tingting's pleasure in my arms, I would go through fire and water for just a small request from Huang Yingxi.

I took a taxi to Richy Baby next to the KTV near Fuxing Park. Although it was past midnight, the entrance was still bustling with people, countless handsome men and beautiful women, and even in the cold winter, there were plenty of beauties wearing miniskirts and backless dresses. While I was being dazzled by the sights, a beautiful woman helped Huang Yingxi out. "You're her brother, right? Take good care of her. She's not in a good mood today and drank a lot. I rarely see her like this."

"Don't worry, where's her car?"

I followed the woman's directions and drove over. Huang Yingxi immediately slumped into the back seat. The streets of Shanghai were still bustling with traffic after midnight. I parked Huang Yingxi's car, helped her out, and this usually dignified and elegant young woman, now reeking of alcohol, slumped in my arms. I couldn't feel her body temperature through her coat, but my heart was pounding. This was our first intimate contact; at least I was embracing her at that moment!

A bolder thought flashed through my mind: how wonderful it would be to kiss her! I would have no regrets in this life!

I helped the staggering Huang Yingxi and asked in the elevator at the garage exit, "Hey, why did you drink so much?"

Huang glanced at me with a fleeting look. "Sorry to bother you so late." I thought to myself, she's still sober, at least she knows who I am. I was afraid of my plan, afraid that she would stop talking to me after she found out, but my months-long longing made it hard for me to give up my earlier idea.

I helped Huang Yingxi into the stairwell. She almost tripped on the steps, and I quickly helped her up. Just as I was about to put my hands on her shoulders, I forcefully hugged Huang Yingxi, the woman I had been longing for, tightly in my arms, and pressed my lips against hers. My tongue slipped into her mouth through her slightly parted lips, and a warm, blissful feeling filled my entire body.

Huang Yingxi was startled by my sudden, forceful kiss. The alcohol had sobered her up considerably. She widened her eyes and pushed me away, her eyes filled with shame, anger, and confusion. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pushed me away in a wronged manner. "What are you doing?!" "I..." Huang's figure disappeared into the elevator.

I returned home alone, feeling dejected. Reflecting on my crazy behavior, I felt a mix of self-reproach and excitement.

In my dream, I was even savoring the warmth of Huang Yingxi's lips.

When I came to, I knew I might never see Huang Yingxi again. She must be very disappointed and ashamed of me, especially since I took advantage of her while she was drunk. Regret and remorse suddenly overwhelmed me, but it was all too late. My story with Huang had come to an end.

I didn't go home for the New Year, but chose to stay in Shanghai alone. Every day, I aimlessly wandered in the familiar yet strange space. I suddenly realized that without Huang Yingxi, even if she was just a symbol in my life, my days were utterly boring.

On the last day of the Spring Festival holiday, Zhang Gen, a coworker who had returned to Shanghai earlier and was also from my hometown, called me. "Dude, your mom asked me to bring you some clothes and food. Shall I bring them over now?" "I'm really sorry to have made you come all this way. Come over and I'll treat you to dinner!" "This guy is a bit sleazy, but we've gotten along somewhat because we're from the same hometown. Zhang Gen is almost forty and still hasn't gotten married, his face is covered in acne, and he barely has any hair on his head. When I called Lu Tingting and I were about to get intimate, 'Honey, let's talk about it tonight, this is such a downer, a fellow villager is coming over to deliver some things to me.' 'Ugh!' Lu Tingting was clearly annoyed too, she was all fired up.

Zhang Gen was quick, arriving in less than twenty minutes. He put down a bag of clothes, carried two small boxes of things my mom had brought me, and was also holding two bottles of Jinliufu liquor. This drunkard, he's come all the way to my house, but since he's come from afar and helped deliver things, it wouldn't be right not to treat him.

I called for takeout, and they sent over four dishes, and the three of us ate together.

Zhang Gen looked at Tingting with a lecherous grin and said, 'Dude, you're so lucky, your girlfriend is really beautiful!' 'Thanks for your hard work, come on, let's have a drink!'" "Let's shut his mouth up with some alcohol," I said, picking up my glass.

I hadn't expected this guy to have such a high tolerance; he drank half a jin and was still perfectly sober. I was completely out of it. Lu Tingting had also been forced to drink over two liang of baijiu. She'd never drunk so much before. Seeing her glazed eyes, she said she was dizzy and went to bed.

Zhang Gen wasn't finished. I guess I drank another two liang with him, but he was really dizzy. "Buddy, I can't go home today. Old Li next door isn't back yet. Can I stay the night?" I was already heading to my room. "Sure," he said. "I passed out on the side of the bed before I even got into the room.

What I saw the next morning made me furious. Historical experience has repeatedly told me that neither men nor women, especially women, should drink excessively, otherwise they will definitely suffer. Being taken advantage of is the least of your worries.

I saw Tingting lying diagonally next to me, her nightgown was pulled up, her bra was pulled down, and her two white breasts were exposed, with wet saliva on her nipples. Her pants were also pulled down, and her pubic hair was a mess, as if it had been swept by a storm. There were two red marks on her buttocks where she had been sucked. The most disgusting thing was that there was a pool of white semen on Tingting's mouth and on my pillow. Damn it

, that bastard Zhang Gen, I treated him to dinner and he actually drugged and raped my girlfriend. He's a fucking bastard!

I cursed inwardly, I have to teach him a lesson!

Tingting rubbed her eyes, turned over, and got up. "Ugh, why did you have to do it to me in the middle of the night? My head hurts so much." "To consider the little girl's mental health and ability to cope, let's just go with the flow."

"Hehe, my libido got the better of me after drinking, I couldn't resist. You know about yesterday?" "Of course, you were on top of me, how could I not know? Your dick was rummaging around in my mouth, it was so annoying. But I think I fell asleep afterwards." "Oh, you should go wash up quickly." "I wish I could bathe Lu Tingting myself.

The thought of Zhang Gen's ugly penis going in and out of Tingting's mouth made me feel nauseous.

The Spring Festival holiday was over, and I returned to my usual busy life as a courier, the same routine every day with nothing new to talk about. One evening at the end of February, I decided to settle things with Huang Yingxi. Her sudden departure, or rather, the resentment she hadn't vented, made me uneasy.

I mustered my courage, went to the young woman's apartment building, and dialed the number.

"Hello," Huang Yingxi hesitated on the other end of the line, but answered anyway.

"Sister Huang, it's me. I'm so sorry, I came here specifically to apologize. I've felt very guilty, and I hope you can forgive my previous rash behavior." "Come up first." "Huang Yingxi said calmly, which greatly surprised me.

I timidly pushed open the door, and saw Huang's appearance was completely different from usual. False eyelashes, thick foundation, dark blush, sexy red lips, a tank top, a miniskirt, and black stockings—an outfit that looked like she was going to a nightclub.

"Come in and sit down, Auntie took my daughter to early childhood education," the young woman said to me casually.

"Last time..." I started to speak, "Don't say anymore, it's my fault!" Huang Yingxi's emotions were a little agitated, "I spoiled you, my life is so empty. You only see my glamorous and kind exterior, that's just a mask! You know, I'm not happy at all, my husband has other women outside! I found out not long after I married him, but I was already pregnant then. For the sake of the child in my womb, I could only force a smile and pretend I didn't know anything. I only blame myself for being too naive back then, believing his sweet words. He's a liar!" Huang Yingxi choked up, tears welling in her eyes. She looked at me and continued, "I've always said you look like my younger brother, right? Actually, I've been lying to you. I don't have a younger brother at all!" I looked at Huang Yingxi in surprise. What was the point of her lying to me?

"You do resemble someone, but not my younger brother, but my first love. For my current husband, I betrayed him and married him. All of this, including meeting you, has reopened my wounds.

It made me think of him again. I remember being stunned when I first saw you; your expression and voice were so similar to his!" The usually gentle and refined young woman seemed at a loss.

"Inviting you to dinner, giving you my phone number, asking you to pick me up—all of this was me indulging my feelings. I wanted to let loose, I wanted to cheat, I wanted to be with my ex-boyfriend! Your actions made me feel like I was with him again, but we had to separate!" "Sister Huang, I'm sorry, I really didn't know any of this. It reminded you of the past." "This has nothing to do with you. You don't need to apologize. I'm the one who needs to apologize. I gave you the opportunity." Many people pursue me, even now. I often ask myself why I can't help but want to talk to and meet a delivery person. Can you tell me? Huang Yingxi said with tears in her eyes.

"Because I remind you of your ex-boyfriend." Suddenly, I felt a sense of loss. I knew that I was just a figment of Huang Yingxi's imagination. A wealthy woman would never develop feelings for a deliveryman.

"Yes, I can't tell the difference between you and him anymore. I only know that you're a man who's very similar to him, but who doesn't look down on me, despise me, or hate me like he does. That makes me feel much better!"

"Sister Huang, don't say anymore. I'm not feeling well either. I was deeply attracted to you the first time I saw you. I know the difference in our status and position keeps you far away from me, but my efforts have given me the opportunity to get close to you. Even just seeing your back makes me feel much better. I don't have many expectations. I just hope you can always smile at me and chat with me like a sister. You're so beautiful and rich, yet you don't look down on me at all. You encourage and trust me, and I'm very touched. Fate has its twists and turns, and status varies, but love has no boundaries. For the past few months, not a single day has passed without thinking about you. How painful that must be for someone who knows you love her but can't say it or take action!"

"Huang Yingxi, I love you!" I rushed forward and hugged her tightly, stroking her long hair. "I really love you so much!" Huang Yingxi didn't resist, closing her eyes and resting her head on my shoulder. Even if she thought of me as her ex-boyfriend, it didn't matter; at least for this moment, she belonged to me.

I turned her face towards me, our lips pressed tightly together. Huang Yingxi's passionate and agile tongue teased my taste buds, and I enjoyed the sweet saliva in her mouth

. After the passionate kiss, I wiped away the messy lipstick marks from Huang Yingxi's lips. The young woman's arms were still tightly wrapped around my back, her high breasts pressed against my chest, as if I could feel Huang Yingxi's heartbeat. I stroked her back with both hands, down her waist to her buttocks, and I squeezed Huang Yingxi's buttocks hard, kissing her pink neck and face. "Ah..." The young woman cried out in surprise at my sudden movements.

I removed the two straps of her top, revealing her flesh-colored bra. Huang Yingxi's breasts were almost bursting out. I gently unhooked the bra, and two full, white breasts sprang out. Perhaps because she was still breastfeeding, Huang Yingxi's breasts were heavy, full, and soft in my hands. Her two berry-like nipples were crystal clear, and her areolas were light-colored rings. Finally, I saw the breasts of my beloved woman. I teased them with my tongue, sucked on them desperately with my mouth, and kneaded them vigorously with my hands. To my surprise, I actually sucked out a faint milk from her nipples. "Ah, no," Huang said shyly, but her body kept twisting.

I gently lifted Huang Yingxi and placed her on the bed. Her two jade-like legs, clad in black stockings, were fully exposed before my eyes. I caressed the stockings, slowly pulling them off her legs, licking and kneading Huang Yingxi's fair, smooth thighs. Her firm calves and plump thighs were completely hairless. Saliva covered the young woman's jade-like legs, licking all the way down to her soles. A faint scent of foot sweat aroused my lust. I ran my tongue between the young woman's toes, and Huang Yingxi let out excited cries as I swallowed.

My penis was already bulging with veins, looking fierce and menacing. I gently stroked Huang Yingxi's breasts, pinching her nipples, and presented my penis to her. She was clearly startled by the sight of my penis. The lady's reserve and shyness hadn't completely dissipated under my foreplay. After all, the hygiene of a deliveryman covered in sweat and grime every day wouldn't satisfy a lady like her. Huang Yingxi didn't open her cherry lips to receive my penis.

I pulled down Huang Yingxi's short skirt, revealing a small wet patch on her white panties. After removing them, I discovered that Huang Yingxi's pubic hair was completely shaved, her labia minora hidden between her labia majora, and her mons pubis as white and clean as a virgin's. I bent down and vigorously sucked on the young woman's vaginal fluids. Huang Yingxi let out soft moans, clearly enjoying my oral sex. My nimble tongue pressed against the opening of her vagina, and soon my mouth was covered in her sticky love juice. Her vaginal opening was open, and I easily slipped two fingers inside. The wet, wrinkled vaginal walls enveloped my fingers, and I stirred them vigorously. "Ah...ah...darling, I can't take it anymore, hurry...come on!"

"Come on?" I brought my large penis to Huang Yingxi's mouth again, and she snatched it away, shoving it haphazardly into her mouth and plunging it deep into her throat. Watching her beautiful dream girl play with my not-so-clean penis, she was naturally very excited. Although Huang Yingxi's oral skills weren't great, she was clearly very engaged and working hard. My penis was immediately covered in her glistening saliva.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" "Husband, hurry! Fuck me to death!" The young woman's lewd words filled the air, her beautiful mouth slightly open after finishing my penis, her chin still covered in the sticky fluid and saliva.

I pulled Huang Yingxi in front of me, supporting her thighs, and thrust my penis into her vagina. Although she had given birth, Huang Yingxi's vagina was still very tight, and it quickly made me want to offer her my millions of offspring. I couldn't finish so soon!

I wanted to fully savor the pleasure from Huang Yingxi's vagina. I thrust in and out, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep. The young woman's legs were tightly wrapped around my waist, her large buttocks constantly responding to the piston-like movements, as if afraid of not going hard enough. Huang Yingxi had completely transformed from that beautiful, elegant young woman into my sex slave. She was panting heavily, her breathing quickening, and sweat was streaming down her temples. I licked it with the tip of my tongue, the faint salty taste mingling with the noblewoman's fragrance filling my nostrils.

Her two large breasts, disproportionate to her slender figure, swayed violently. The young woman's face was stiff with a mixture of enjoyment and unbearable pleasure, yet she could still vaguely reveal her previous nobility and elegance. Under the constant thrusting of my large penis, she was now completely lost in the pleasure of lust. Words like "lewd" and "satisfied" that were previously unrelated to her were now the perfect descriptions of her. Her restraint and decorum had long been thrown to the winds.

Twenty minutes later, my sensory stimulation reached its limit. After a series of thrusts while holding Huang Yingxi's large, tender buttocks, several spurts of thick semen shot into her vagina. The moment I pulled out my penis, the semen gushed out, flowing down her anus and inner thighs onto the sheets. I used my index finger to scoop up some semen stuck to Huang Yingxi's brown anus and put it in her mouth. She savored my semen with lingering pleasure, her eyes still tightly closed. I was shocked to find a single curly pubic hair stuck to the corner of her lips... Obtaining Huang Yingxi's body was a huge psychological and physiological satisfaction for me. After all, she was a woman who had seen the world. If she could stay with me forever afterward, I can only say it's fiction. Her suppressed physical needs and the psychological blow of her husband's infidelity were the underlying reasons for her emotional fluctuations, which gave me the opportunity. The affair after passion didn't last long, and my relationship with Huang didn't last either. After all, she was still a virtuous and dignified woman. I hope to win the heart of the woman I love through my own true abilities, not through luck.

But at least, I've slept with her; that's enough for my life.

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