【Three Variations on Plum Blossom】(Updated to the second variation)

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On the shores of West Lake, in the warm spring of March, the scenery was breathtakingly beautiful. Crowds thronged everywhere, creating a lively atmosphere. Slender willows gently sprouted new buds, and fish leaped and frolicked in the water—red, dark blue, and white carp with black spots of all kinds played joyfully. This day was the third day of the third lunar month, and I was standing on the Broken Bridge. This Broken Bridge was the place where the White Snake Lady and Xu Xian met. I checked the time and felt it was passing so slowly; countless figures had flashed before my eyes, and only an hour had gone by. A night of tossing and turning, my mind filled with the image of Plum Blossom, thinking of her alluring figure, her slightly upturned nipples. How could I not be excited to finally see her today?

Plum Blossom was her online name; her real name was Li Mei. She said she was born in winter, at midnight, and the next day the garden was full of blooming plum blossoms, so her parents named her Plum Blossom. The plum blossom is fragrant and aloof, and her personality is similar to it—not very talkative, somewhat coldly cruel, but when she does speak, she has her own opinions. Oh, I forgot to mention myself. I'm 26 this year, graduated from university three years ago. Meihua is 42, a housewife, her husband is a company owner, and her child is taking the high school entrance exam this year.

I met Meihua in a QQ chat room. I remember the first time I saw her, her name was very unique: "The Most Bored Woman in the World." I knew immediately that this woman was lonely, her emotions deeply locked away, and no one could understand her. She desperately needed someone by her side. But this kind of woman has a glaring, fatal weakness: cold arrogance. A group of people were sending her flowers and cheesy compliments, the text in the window constantly flashing. I knew she was used to this kind of flattery. How could I get her attention? Generally speaking, to get the attention of such a woman, you need to pique her interest, but how do you pique her interest? I checked her QQ profile: Hangzhou; Occupation: University Teacher; Personal Description: "The fragrant plum blossoms in the cold night, blooming in the moonlight, drifting away with the rain in the desolate night, not a single branch is flowerless, do you know I have been here?"

At first glance, I guessed she was a university Chinese teacher. My mind raced, and finally, I came up with a plan!

"Plum blossoms fragrant in the cold, a heart of ice, a pitiful woman, pitiful, flowers fall in dreams, tears wet the handkerchief upon waking, a delicate bird clinging to a beauty, a pity last night's yellow flowers, tears for a pitiful woman." I smiled to myself, thinking, can't I pique your interest?

"I'm so boring, don't mess with me!" Soon, my message appeared on the screen. "Boring woman, boring woman, watch how I devour you! Knowing your fatal weakness, do you think I can't handle you?

" "The beauty of Xiao Qiao, locked away on the brocade terrace, a belly full of pearls, unrecognized, pitiful, pitiful!" I smiled again.

"You're so boring, the Yellow Court Flower blooms not for you, waking from a dream of wealth and glory, a bitter life." Even with such a simple sentence, I felt I had a chance.

At least, I understood three things:

1. She had developed feelings for me. What is Huang Ting? Huang Ting is the space deep within the heart. Although she said it wasn't for a lord, it means she didn't have a bad impression of me.

2. I guessed her heart; she was troubled and hoped someone could understand her. This couldn't be seen after the dream ended.

3. She longed for someone, a different kind of person, to appear before her, to be her confidant, to accompany her.

Through subsequent in-depth conversations, my wit slowly pried open her heart. It turned out she was a woman who desperately needed someone to understand her.

In February

of this year, shortly after the Spring Festival, I was home alone, turned on my computer, feeling very bored. I opened one SQ website after another, searching for one-night stands, when suddenly her avatar flashed.

"Happy New Year!" That was her first sentence.

"Hey fellow enthusiast, what are you busy with?" I casually sent a message. You know, I was glued to the pictures, my blood was boiling, all my energy was focused on one point! If I relaxed even a little, the revolution might not even be complete!

"Why aren't you out having fun?"

"You didn't go out either?"

"I don't like going out! What about you, why aren't you going out?"

"I... I don't know where to go by myself."

"Single, huh? Happy. Let's voice chat?"

"Okay!" At this moment, if a woman's voice could reach my ears, that would be a pleasure. If I could reach my arousal point through her voice, that would be a heavenly experience. Without even thinking, I sent a voice request.

A middle-aged woman's voice came through, that magnetic voice stimulating my hearing little by little. Although it was just a casual greeting, I already fantasized about her. It was as if she were right in front of me, sitting on my waist, constantly twisting her body, and my thing was constantly moving up and down like pistons. Her disheveled hair, tinged with a delicate fragrance, her slightly closed eyes, her excited expression, her milky-white skin, and her slightly erect nipples—she was so alluring. Images of her kept flashing through my mind, her voice echoing in my ears. It was as if the woman stirring within me was sitting on top of me, thrusting wildly, twisting her body frantically. My hands moved faster.

"Ah, ah, so good!" Startled, I unconsciously let out a soft moan. Had she heard me? A jolt ran through me, all lust vanished. I tried desperately to remember what she had just said. She seemed to have asked if I had a girlfriend.

"Are you masturbating?" After a long pause, the message finally came from the computer. I felt as embarrassed as if someone had seen me masturbating. A blush spread across my face. How could I answer? If I said yes, would she find it vulgar? But this was a golden opportunity; if I missed it, would I ever have another chance like this? I said no. My thoughts were in turmoil, overwhelming my mind. Looking at the message she sent, my penis, as if possessed, swelled up again. So, even the word "masturbation" from a woman's mouth could arouse sexual desire. Might as well go all in. She doesn't know who I am anyway, so what's wrong with admitting it? Chairman Mao taught us to be honest.

"Um, I'm sorry!"

"Are you lonely? With your talent, many girls must like you, right?"

"No one understands my heart except you!" I know when to flatter a woman, and this time was no exception.

"Me?"

"I think you can understand what's in my writing, and it would be pleasant to communicate with you!"

My fingers continued to stroke my penis, and I moaned intermittently. I wanted to know how this lonely young woman felt.

"You're still masturbating? Is your penis long?" I seemed to hear soft breathing from the other end of the computer. Seeing her words, my penis, as if on command, instantly swelled up. I no longer cared about hiding it and simply cried out!

"It's so long, do you want it? Is it big? I want to put it in you!"

"Ah, ahh, come on, I want your penis in! Ahh, ahh..." The breathing on the other end gradually increased. I'm sure she was stroking herself too.

"Where do I want to put it in you? In the vagina, or in the mouth, or in the back door?"

"Ah... ah, vagina, mouth, ah... ah, I'll let you check all of them, move faster... faster!"

The breathing became louder and louder, and the moans became more and more trembling.

"Are you wet?"

"Yes, I'm wet, my legs are all wet, ah... ah... I want you!"

"Spread your legs, I'm going to put it in and make you feel good!"

"Okay, hurry up and put it in, ah... ah... my pussy is gripping you, my pubic hair is scratching you, hurry, kiss me, kiss my breasts, kiss my mouth, ah, ah, move faster, hurry. ah... ah..."

"Okay, I'm going to put it in you, does it feel good? Ah, ah, I'm going to shoot it in your mouth, spray it all over your face!"

"Okay, come on, move faster, my BB is so itchy, I want you."

"Ah... ah... I want your DJJ. Come and fuck me, I'll flood you with water, let your nipples suckle in your mouth, let you suckle, move faster..."

"I'll sit on your face, you lick me with your tongue, faster, faster, the water is flowing down, suck faster, ah... ah... suck faster, ah... so comfortable. Is there a lot of water? Do you like it?"

"Ah, ah, I like it, I like it so much!" In an instant, I burst, a stream of liquid gushed out from my hand with a "hiss," the feeling was so comfortable, like being at the crater of a volcano, so hot, scorching my body and heart, suddenly a cool spring appeared before my eyes, I plunged into the cool spring water, every 782 pores on my body felt comfortable. I

was too lazy to open my eyes, I didn't want to move, I didn't want to think about anything, I was immersed in the pleasure just now. I've had phone sex with my girlfriend before, and it felt exhilarating. But today's feeling is completely different. Why? The protagonist of my fantasy is a woman much older than me, a woman old enough to be my mother. This gives me an immense sense of conquest and illicit love, along with a touch of guilt and incestuous pleasure.

"Did you ejaculate?" Seeing I hadn't responded for a while, the voice came again.

I jolted awake. I wasn't dreaming; there was another woman on the other end, a woman much older than me, I could tell from her voice. How could I do this? A feeling of guilt overwhelmed the pleasure I'd just felt.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"

"It's okay, I've been there before, the body needs it!"

"Did you feel pleasure just now?"

"Just kidding, I don't touch myself."

"Really?"

...

From our later chats, I learned her name was Meihua. Her husband was the CEO of a pharmaceutical company, and they had a 16-year-old child in the final year of junior high school. She was a teacher, and although she had a husband, he was becoming increasingly distant. The smell of smoke and alcohol emanating from him disgusted her. He was also increasingly ignoring her writing, even failing to understand it. Gradually, she no longer recognized her husband. She said that meeting me felt like returning to university, like she was still a young student. I asked her if she experienced pleasure, and she silently replied with only one sentence: "I won't tell you!"

As

we chatted more, and considering our previous experiences of having sex via voice chat, she gradually developed an attachment to me. Every night, after cooking dinner for the child and supervising their studies, she would lock herself in her room.

When I asked where her husband was, she usually said he was out playing mahjong.

This day, she was online early, waiting for me. I opened the voice chat again, and she said she wanted to see me. Although we had chatted via voice and trusted each other, I was still a little scared of actually video chatting. The thought of an old woman appearing on the other end of the video made me feel nauseous. But when we were chatting online, I called her "baby" and "wife." After all, she was my online lover. I was going to take the plunge and pretend I was being sodomized.

I clicked "send video," lowering the screen so it only showed my neck.

A woman in a light pink dress appeared on the other end of the video, also only showing her neck. I noticed her figure was fairly well-proportioned, with a slightly protruding abdomen. Her breasts were slightly lifted by the dress, and from the outline, I could tentatively determine her size—probably a size 36. She was probably wearing pajamas. Why do I say that? I saw what looked like a camisole near her breasts.

"Show me your face! Hurry up, don't be shy!" My QQ rang.

I nervously and slowly moved to the video call screen. I was so incredibly nervous and excited, afraid that my appearance would scare her, afraid that I wasn't what she imagined, and a little worried that I wasn't handsome enough. In short, I was just "nervous."

"Pretty handsome! So young!"

I finally breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, she probably didn't have a bad impression of me. She even said I was handsome! Heh, everyone says that, but I never believed it until she said it today. Now I feel a little more confident!

"I want to see your face, baby!"

"Aren't you afraid I'll get old? Aren't you afraid I'll be an old woman?"

"No, baby, even if you really were an old woman, I'd still like you! Besides, just looking at your figure, I can tell you're still very young. No old woman has such good skin!"

"Such a sweet tongue!" The video slowly moved up.

I squinted, silently praying, "Beautiful woman, beautiful woman. If she were an old woman, I wouldn't use this QQ account." Suddenly, I opened my eyes.

On the other end of the video appeared a woman with an oval face, long, straight hair, a high nose, bright lips, and light eyebrows. My first impression was that she was no more than 32 years old. Her skin was amazing; the light made her skin look incredibly white.

"Heh, seeing an old woman, scared now? Regretful now?" She laughed!

"Are you really that old? You look like 28 or 29-year-old Yoko to me! So beautiful!"

"Really? Do you like it?"

"Yes, I like it so much!"

"What do you like about it?"

"I like everything about it!" If I had to say what I like about it, I could only say this: I like someone this old, even though they look very young. But to be blunt, I like having sex with you!

"Specifically?"

"Such a beautiful face, bright lips, smooth skin, big eyes, I like everything about you."

"Really?" Many women are the same; they like being complimented on their beauty.

"Yes!" "You

little pervert!"

"Today is my birthday!" she said softly, a tear welling up in her eyes.

"Where's your husband? Aren't you celebrating with him?"

"For many years, I've been the only one remembering; how could he remember?"

I know that if this happens in two marriages, the end is not far off!

"I met you, and being with you makes me feel like I'm back in school. It's so wonderful!"

"Baby, I love you, happy birthday!" I said against my will. Although I've said "I love you" countless times, this time it was definitely insincere. What I wanted was a physical connection to fill the emptiness in my heart. If I really loved her, men's theories would need to be revised; adult men's ideal partners are 20-24 year old girls.

"Thank you, I love you too. You've given me that first love feeling again."

"Oh."

"So today is my birthday, and I want to spend it with my first love!"

She slowly got up, took a bottle of red wine—I didn't even know the brand; I mostly drink beer. She

used the corkscrew to pop the cork out.

She slowly poured the wine into the two glasses in front of her.

"This one's yours. This one's mine!"

She held the glasses in both hands, one to her lips, the other swirling on the screen.

"Baby, okay, I'll drink with you. I love you, baby, happy birthday!" At this moment, it felt like there was truly a romantic connection; the atmosphere was slowly intensifying!

"I love you, I'll drink with you," she said, pouring two glasses of wine into her mouth.

Red wine is meant to be savored; the way she was drinking it, she probably hadn't even tasted the wine yet. Was she trying to get drunk?

Watching her down glass after glass of alcohol, I knew that feeling was one of desolation. It was like the year I graduated; my girlfriend broke up with me, selling our love for a job with someone else. It felt like I was numb to the pain, especially on my birthday, feeling utterly alone. It felt like the world had abandoned me, but I had to smile—it was so ironic.

My birthday is June 16th, and this was my final year, focused on my graduation project and job hunting. My girlfriend, on the other hand, sold our love for a better job. I felt life was so unfair, so cruel to me.

I forced myself to prepare my graduation thesis.

Before the defense, each group would get together with their advisors for a meal and drinks. If the advisors weren't happy, then we'd have to worry. So we never hesitated to spend money on that. We had two advisors: a male advisor named Song Zhuyu, and a female advisor named Li Man. I won't introduce the male advisor; I'll just introduce the female one. Li Man has been married for six years and has a young daughter. Everyone thinks she has a good personality. Why?

Because she always treats her students like friends. And some female teachers…? She keeps bringing up how she was back in her day, and it's obvious she's not even 30 yet and already going through menopause. Professor Li Man isn't tall, about 1.6 meters, but she's very quiet, gentle, and kind. You just feel like you want to hug her.

Our thesis defense is on June 20th. On June 16th, we decided to treat the professors to dinner at a hotel, and we ordered food early in the morning. Why treat the professors today? Mainly because I didn't want to spend my birthday alone. Of course, the others don't know. But I

won't go into too much detail. Like her, I downed a glass of beer and a glass of liquor in no time, and was drunk. While everyone else was still partying, I collapsed on the table.

When I woke up, I saw figures moving around, still drinking. Our usual teacher-student relationship felt like that of thugs. My eyes couldn't stay open any longer, so I closed them again.

I don't know how much time passed, but I woke up and saw several people lying haphazardly in the room.

I staggered over to get a glass of water. I clung to someone's leg and almost fell over. Ms. Li, who had probably fallen asleep, suddenly woke up with a start. She quickly poured a glass of water and helped me to the bedside. I glanced around and realized two people were missing. Our group has six people, but now there are only five. Oh, Ms. Song and Xiao Mi are still missing. I knew what was going on. Xiao Mi wanted to stay at school, and Ms. Song was still the head of student affairs, so I had to appease her.

I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. Ms. Li rushed over, helped me up, opened the bathroom door, and dragged me inside

. My head was spinning, and I felt waves of nausea. After vomiting for a while, I felt much clearer-headed. Ms. Li flushed me repeatedly until the unpleasant smell was mostly gone. I was more awake now, looking at Ms. Li's slightly flushed face and the fine beads of sweat. She supported me with one hand and tidied the bathroom with the other. I gently leaned closer, pressed my face against her neck, and took a deep breath. A faint fragrance of her body and hair made me feel soothed. I simply let my legs go and pressed myself against her. Forced to take a step back, she quickly supported me with her other hand.

I smelled her fragrance. So beautiful!

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" She shook me nervously.

I pretended to be unable to stand, acting very drunk, and hugged her tightly, my face pressed against her chest. Her chest rose and fell like two rabbits, starting slightly and then becoming more and more pronounced, like a little rabbit hidden in my arms. I simply gently nibbled on her nipples through her shirt. She pushed me away abruptly, and seeing that I was about to fall, she pulled me back. She began to breathe softly, and her arms tightened around me. Slowly, her hand slid down my back. My mouth slid against her breasts, her soft nipples. I gradually felt myself getting hard.

What am I doing? This is my most respected teacher! I was a little worried, but her heavy breathing kept hitting my cheeks, and I knew I couldn't let go. What's done is done. I pulled her other hand away and slid it under her breasts, touching them. I pulled down her bra, revealing her nipples. She quickly covered them with one hand, but I still put my mouth over and gently sucked on her nipples, while my other hand slowly caressed her other nipple. I slightly opened my eyes and saw her milky white skin and dark red areolas. Ms. Li's brows were tightly furrowed, and her teeth were gently clenched. Her eyes were closed. She seemed to be slowly approaching climax.

I unzipped my pants and pulled one of her hands inside. My penis, which was originally very swollen, now felt limp. I pressed her hand against my underwear, rubbing it incessantly. Gradually, I felt a sensation, and it slowly swelled up. I guided her hand into my underwear, stroking my penis with it. My penis trembled and quivered, growing larger. I felt the excess fabric and reached down to touch her skirt. Through her underwear, I felt a wetness. I gently stroked the area just beneath her pubic hair with one finger, feeling her body tremble slightly. After a while, I slipped a finger through the small seam of her pants. It felt so warm and wet; she quickly grabbed my hand with one of hers. I moved slowly inside her, gently stroking. Her hand slowly relaxed, then she hugged me tightly.

We shifted positions, and she sat on the toilet. She raised her legs and pressed my head against her genitals. A smell of urine, or perhaps something else, emanated from the toilet or from her, stimulating my senses. My penis trembled in her hand. I gently licked her not-so-large labia with my tongue, the wetness staining my face. My tongue slid in and out of her, and she couldn't help but thrust forward, as if wanting to penetrate deeper. I knew my tongue was too short to relieve the itch inside. I gently nudged that peach-like opening with the bridge of my nose, moving it left and right, up and down. I felt short of breath; her labia were clamping my nose, making it hard to breathe. I quickly stuck out my tongue and slid it inside.

She kept moaning, her buttocks undulating. My penis was so swollen it felt like it was going to burst. I gently pulled down my pants, bent down, and prepared to insert it. As soon as I touched her body, she grabbed it.

Her other hand stopped me. I knew she didn't want me inside her, didn't want to betray her husband. She opened her mouth and took my penis in. Wow, such a high temperature, so comfortable! My hand kept stirring inside her. Her breathing became louder and louder. I had already almost ejaculated twice, but I didn't wait for her to come. I told her to stop as soon as I was about to, that it would be over soon. This time she was almost aroused too. I stretched out two fingers and kept wiggling them near her pubic hair. I wanted to put them in, but both times she pulled her hand back and placed them there. I thought that must be her clitoris.

"Ah, ah..." My hand kept wiggling, then her body convulsed. I thrust hard, and a stream of hot liquid shot into her mouth. Then I ejaculated on top of her.

I don't know how long I slept before I woke up. I was in bed, with two people sprawled out beside me. I touched my underwear; it was still wet. There was some moisture on it. I brought it to my nose and smelled it; it smelled like last night's perfume. Was I dreaming?

I jumped out of bed, opened the bathroom door, and it was clean, as if nothing had happened. I squatted down, slowly recalling, and suddenly I found a button by the toilet. I quickly pulled open my clothes; it turned out I was indeed missing a button. That was the end of it. Watching her drink like that reminded me of my birthday, the one mentioned above. Of course, Xiaomi from our group also got to stay at the university as she wished.

Let's bring our thoughts back. Stop thinking about that last birthday on campus before graduation, and just look at the woman in front of me on video.

I don't know how many glasses she's had, but I'm just watching her, and I have this indescribable feeling in my heart. It's definitely not lust; I want to hold her in my arms! It's as if I'm seeing my past self. I want her tears to fall on me. I want her to feel warmth and security. Plum Blossom cried. She didn't say anything, but kept chugging down glass after glass of red wine. I told her not to drink anymore, that she'd get drunk.

"Mind your own business!"

"If you drink like this without any regard for your body, it will break my heart."

"Who wants to break your heart?" she said, crying again, tears streaming down her flushed face. That shy, hesitant expression reminded me of when I held her in my arms, and she kept lightly punching my chest with her little fists. She really loved me; at that moment, I understood!

"I'm so happy today. Finally, someone can celebrate my birthday with me. Thank you."

She swayed slightly, taking a sip of the wine in her glass.

"I know what you want to see, what you want to think—you just want to see my body, you want to make love to me, right? Today, I'll grant your wish!"

"No, don't do that! That's not what I meant. I like you!" That's how men are; when someone says what's on their mind, they quickly try to hide it!

"Whether you're sincere or not, I'm going to let you see it, let you do it, today. I'm happy... I'm glad!"

She swayed, pushed away the wine bottle on the table, adjusted the video, and slowly untied the strap from her shoulder. Her nightgown slowly slipped down, revealing half of her naked body before my eyes.

"Mei, don't do this, I love you!" I said, staring at the screen on the table.

She seemed not to hear me, and untied another strap, the dress sliding down to her breasts. Her breasts gently lifted the dress, the barely concealed look instantly arousing my desire. My eyes widened, not wanting to miss a single detail, a single hair.

Her skin was very white, well-maintained—that was my first impression. A delicate silver necklace hung around her neck. Her breasts were slightly flat, drooping slightly. But her areolas weren't dark; although she had given birth, it wasn't noticeable. Her abdomen had a slight bulge, and the skin there was slightly wrinkled. If she hadn't said she was 42, I would never have associated such a beautiful body with 42.

She swayed slightly, dark hair dappling the edge of her narrow panties, her waist arching slightly backward, revealing a hint of wildness.

This beautiful body reminded me of art, of the Mona Lisa; perhaps only a woman as beautiful as her could possess such a figure.

She gently massaged her breasts with both hands, making them seem a little bigger than before, though they still sagged slightly.

So beautiful, she was like a fairy! As she moved, she slowly pulled down her panties a little, revealing a thick patch of dark pubic hair. I felt a surge of heat throughout my body. My eyes were glued to the computer screen—so beautiful!

"Take off your clothes!" she typed, lying on the bed with her legs crossed. Her breasts fell onto the sheets, revealing her cleavage. From her shoulders, I could see her large buttocks.

I stood up, feeling dizzy, and slowly pulled off my t-shirt and pants. My underwear felt like a raging snake, constantly pushing against my pants, trying to slip out.

She gazed greedily at my penis. Her hands continued to caress her breasts. A soft, nasal breath escaped her lips,

"Husband, I want you!" Like a gentle drizzle in a dream, or a dragon soaring in the sky. So alluring.

When I pulled that thing out of my pants, I saw her excitement, saw her staring lustfully at my raging penis. Her eyes were so greedy, as if she hadn't heard of it in a very long time, let alone seen it.

She reached down to her genitals with one hand and typed a few words with the other: "I'll fuck you!"

Her hand was constantly poking at the opening beneath the dark forest, and she stuck out her tongue to lick the raging penis.

I lay on the bed, legs spread, my penis, anus, and buttocks facing the video. I saw her greedy eyes, as if she wanted to devour me.

The sounds still came from beside my ear. Such ambiguity, such seduction. Hearing it made every pore of my body feel comfortable, my blood rushing to my head.

On the other end of the video, her tongue kept twisting and licking the screen. One hand beneath her was moving incessantly.

“I want to see your baby!”

“No.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry!”

“I just want to see, I want to see, I just want to see, baby, I love you, I want you, my wife, I want to see your baby!” I kept whining.

“Okay.”

She sat up and slowly moved her legs in front of the video. She covered her baby with her hand. She slowly lay down.

“Can you spread your legs a little?”

She slowly opened her legs, and her hand slowly moved away. I saw a deep black pubic hair. The video quality was so bad, I could only see a slit and something like labia. So beautiful, so beautiful, a surge of blood kept rushing to my mind, and my penis got even bigger.

“Baby, ah, ah, come and slowly touch it with your hand! Wife, come, yes, touch it like this!” Under my guidance, she stroked her genitals back and forth with her hand, and her body kept twisting.

"Ah... Husband, I want you, I love you, I want you, ah... Ah... Your penis is so big, hurry up and fuck me."

"Wife, I'm coming, ah... Ah... Mei, I love you, I miss you, I want you, I want you to be my wife, I'll fuck you every day, make you feel good!"

"Husband, I love you too, I want you to fuck me too, hurry up, I'll ride on your face, let you drink water, ah, ah... Husband, my good baby, move faster, hurry up, it feels so good!"

"Good baby, wife, I want you, my penis is in, can it go in if it's so small? Does it hurt?"

"It won't hurt if it goes in slowly! Hurry up, oh, ah... Oh, it feels so good, move faster!"

"Wife, does your 'baby' want a penis? "

"Yes, I want you to fuck me!"

"I want to fuck you too, fuck your 'baby' every day."

"Husband, kiss me."

"Okay, I'll kiss you!" The sound of lips kissing kept coming from my ear.

"Hurry, hurry, I'll use my BB to clamp your dick. Move faster, it's leaking!"

"Okay, I'll fuck you, I'll do you!"

"Ah... ah... wife, Mei, Mei, I want you, I'll fuck you, I want to marry you, ah... ah... Mei is so beautiful, I want to fuck your BB. I want to fuck you. Wife!"

I trembled violently and ejaculated with extreme excitement. My body went limp and I collapsed.

There was also a series of heavy breathing sounds on her side, which slowly subsided!

"Do you really love me?"

"Yes!" I was suddenly shocked, and the words didn't even have time to process!

"Are you satisfied?"

"Baby, I love you, divorce your husband and marry me!" Faced with such a woman, I could only use marriage to cover up my mistake.

"I can't!" I heard sobs coming from her side. I knew I couldn't. If I could, I would think about it carefully!

"Why can't I? I love you. You love me too?"

...

The night passed like this. That night I was certain she had completely fallen for me!

(Plum Blossom Melody)

The sunlight gradually reached my face. I had been standing on the Broken Bridge by West Lake for two hours, standing up and then squatting down, not knowing how to alleviate the physical torment. Mei, didn't you say you'd come to see me at 10:30 today, March 3rd? It's been almost half an hour, and you're still not here? Are you not coming? I couldn't think of a reason for her not coming; all I could think about was—"waiting." I looked at the roses in my hand, feeling somewhat dejected. I had put so much care into choosing them these past few times.

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