[Adultery is born of passion] (01) [Author: Pan Gen Lao Shu]

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********** 　　... Years of living in his rural hometown had left his 　　skin dark and dry from constant sun exposure, and his small eyes were adept at concealing all emotions. 　　Old Zhao stopped before stepping out of the building, tightening his belt with his rough, calloused hands—all of this 　　had to be done discreetly. He could drive a black cab to take children to school in this community, and he could help old ladies carry rice and flour, 　　being a model resident, but he absolutely could not be discovered sleeping with a woman in this old neighborhood. 　　Suddenly, a window on the third floor opened, just as Old Zhao stepped out of the building… It seemed everything was perfectly timed 　　. 　　The woman, her shoulder strap half-slung, used her ample breasts to prop up her nightgown. Light shone on her half-exposed 　　breasts and cleavage, making her skin appear incredibly soft, a thin layer of sweat clinging to her body. Her 　　loosely curled hair was tied up in a bun, and she leaned forward, letting the stray strands fall freely. 　　The woman smiled at Old Zhao, muttering a coquettish remark, and tossed a pair of red silk panties downstairs. 　　Seeing no one around, Old Zhao quickly took two steps, grabbed the panties from the ground, stuffed them into his pocket, and 　　looked up… She waved her hand and left without looking back. 　　With this treasure, Old Zhao felt as if his heart had been licked clean; the pleasure was intoxicating. 　　This red silk panty was an aphrodisiac for Old Zhao; every day he could secretly hide in his corner, 　　wrapped in his red erotic dreams, indulging in ecstasy. 　　The woman's name was Liu Ying; the younger neighbors called her Sister Ying, but everyone knew the true nature of this Sister Ying. 　　Sister Ying had lived in the community for many years, and the men who entered her home, from childhood to old age, were all her boyfriends. Sister Ying 　　doted on each of her boyfriends, and there were rumors... Because Yingjie was too alluring, her husband couldn't resist this 　　unfaithful woman and eventually left her. 　　Yingjie was in her early forties; her face wasn't particularly striking, and her skin couldn't compare to that of a woman in her twenties, but 　　it was still fair and smooth. She had slender eyebrows, crescent-shaped eyes, and slightly full lips, which were quite attractive with makeup. 　　Yingjie's body was voluptuous and supple, which was what her admirers appreciated most. 　　This woman, well past forty, seemed constantly consumed by her own desires, sensitive and moist. She often squinted 　　her eyes, letting her boyfriends control her, drowsy and content. She admired her body being repeatedly explored, and the man 　　derives pleasure from the satisfaction of her desires from her face; every subtle touch is accompanied by her wanton enjoyment 　　. 　　Old Zhao and Sister Ying met a month ago. 　　It was originally just a typical unlicensed taxi driver and passenger relationship; Sister Ying went out late at night to 　　meet someone at a small hotel in the city. 　　Old Zhao never dared to ask or even think about who she was meeting. 　　Sister Ying was dressed very fashionably that night, and Old Zhao knew she was a notorious promiscuous woman in the neighborhood, so he had 　　many thoughts... It wouldn't hurt to glance a few times. 　　Yingjie's body seemed to possess an irresistible allure; her low-cut, form-fitting dark silver sleeveless dress accentuated her 　　high, firm breasts. The dress was very short, revealing her entire back when she sat down. 　　Yingjie wore heavy makeup, making her appear to be around 30 years old. Old Zhao began to feel aroused 　　, his eyes involuntarily stealing glances at Yingjie. Sweat poured down his face as Old Zhao's body began to react. 　　To cool himself down, Old Zhao turned the air conditioning to its lowest setting, blowing it directly onto his face. 　　Suddenly, Old Zhao noticed that Yingjie's face had turned red, her eyes... She fumbled with her hands to cover herself, and Old Zhao was puzzled. 　　Was she already uncomfortable from the cold wind? Could this woman not even sit in my beat-up car? 　　Only when the headlight shone on Yingjie did Old Zhao notice that, due to the cold wind, her nipples were hard and 　　erect. Perhaps because her bra was too thin, or perhaps she wasn't wearing one at 　　all, Yingjie's breasts were clearly visible. Unable to hide them, she lowered her head shyly. 　　Old Zhao's mind went blank, and he involuntarily swallowed. He could feel the blood 　　rushing to his crotch. 　　"Is it uncomfortable from the wind?" Old Zhao, emboldened, glanced at Yingjie. 　　"It's hot outside, but it's quite comfortable in the car," 　　Yingjie said, her head slightly lowered, fiddling with her handbag. 　　As soon as she relaxed, Old Zhao felt a surge of joy. Heavens were on his side; wasn't this a great bargain? 　　His boldness grew even stronger. 　　Yingjie knew that Old Zhao wasn't someone to be trifled with; he'd often given her a sizing-up look 　　. Old Zhao, however, seemed honest and simple, so Yingjie didn't think he was a bad person. Yingjie knew 　　exactly what men liked. She'd originally arranged to meet a small-time business owner from out of town, who said he'd give her a "lesson" that evening, and told her to dress nicely and 　　meet him at a hotel. 　　Yingjie wasn't sure how she'd "teach" this lesson. 　　Seeing Yingjie's silent demeanor, Old Zhao deliberately chose a secluded side road. The road was uneven, and the bumpy ride made Yingjie sway 　　wildly. 　　Old Zhao was secretly delighted, his eyes fixed on her large breasts, wondering who would benefit from this night. 　　Yingjie's breasts were practically bursting out of her skirt; she held onto the car door with one hand and pressed the other against her chest. 　　"Brother, I'm a little carsick. Can we stop for a bit? I'm not in a hurry." 　　Sister Ying couldn't take it anymore. The bumpy ride combined with the cold, enclosed space made her feel dizzy.

There were no lights along the road, and a grove of trees on one side. Yingjie slowly walked to the edge of the grove, leaned against a tree, and closed her eyes.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
Old Zhao called out as he followed Yingjie over. Seeing Yingjie's slightly furrowed brow and closed eyes, his plans deepened.
He carefully observed Yingjie, following the light. The heavily made-up woman stood in the shadows of the grove, her tight dress
emphasizing her round buttocks, her entire body rising and falling with her breath. The cheap perfume emanating from her body
acted like a seductive charm, completely captivating Old Zhao's attention. Old
Zhao suppressed his increasingly heavy breathing, placing one hand on Yingjie's back and stroking it. "What's wrong?"
Old Zhao slowly moved closer to Yingjie and asked in a low voice.
"Nothing, I just get carsick easily, and my chest feels tight."
Yingjie slightly opened her eyes, looking at Old Zhao sideways, "Brother..."
"Just call me Old Zhao."
"Brother Zhao, help me up, I just need to rest for a bit."
Yingjie leaned slightly against Old Zhao.
Old Zhao felt half his body go weak; this was a stroke of luck! Without further ado, Old Zhao agreed while
groping his hands to massage Yingjie's chest.
Yingjie weakly resisted, grasping Old Zhao's hand, but her body completely betrayed her.
Old Zhao's hand pressed against one of her breasts. The nipple hardened in Old Zhao's palm, and he
became increasingly audacious, shoving his hand directly into Yingjie's breast.
His large hands were rough but skillful; Yingjie trembled and struggled for a moment before being subdued. His warm, damp
palms kneaded and squeezed incessantly. Old Zhao hadn't touched such a supple body in a long time. Since his wife had given birth to their third
child, her breasts had become shriveled, as if drained. Yingjie's breasts were full and soft, making Old Zhao's heart
explode. He used his roughest method, pinching each nipple between his calloused fingers,
rubbing them repeatedly.
"Brother Zhao...please spare me, I haven't...done it yet...ah...ah..."
the woman gasped, her hands gripping Old Zhao's, her head tilted back slightly, her neck and chest forming a captivating
line.
"What are you doing?" Old Zhao's eyes were fixed on her breasts. "Aren't you uncomfortable
? I'll help you feel better..." he said, pressing his lips to hers, silencing her. Yingjie
's lips were full, parted slightly under Old Zhao's licking, their tongues intertwining,
their saliva mingling in uncontrollable desire.
Old Zhao whispered in her ear, "Are you comfortable?" As he spoke, he slowly pinched
her nipple harder.
"Ah!...So good!!" Yingjie's desire was already ignited.
Old Zhao lowered his head, sucking on one breast, his tongue swirling around the nipple, occasionally
gliding over it. One hand played with the other breast, while the other slid down to Yingjie's skirt.
Old Zhao was a man with rich theoretical knowledge and experience, and he had accumulated a lot of study materials. At this moment, he
was not in a hurry to break through the final forbidden line of defense. He didn't want this romantic encounter to become a forced act.
He stretched out a finger and lingered outside Yingjie's silky panties, finding the honeyed crevice, and only slightly curled
his finger, sliding it back and forth like a tickle.
"Ah..." Yingjie's body trembled again. At this moment, the woman's body no longer belonged to herself,
but completely surrendered to Old Zhao's hands.
Yingjie involuntarily spread her legs, bringing her lower body closer to Old Zhao.
Old Zhao had a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, while his hand below, through the panties, attracted
Yingjie's erogenous zones like a magnet.
At this moment, Old Zhao's penis was swollen and about to burst; he hadn't experienced this kind of pleasure in a long time. Old Zhao
unbuckled his belt, pulled down his panties, took out his penis, and then placed Yingjie's hand on his penis and held it.
Yingjie was startled. Old Zhao's penis was thick and powerful, throbbing in her delicate hand. She could imagine
the pleasure it would bring her.
Both of their bodies were being aroused to the fullest extent. Old Zhao could feel Yingjie's panties getting
wet, and his own penis was being tightly gripped and constantly stroked, secreting a sticky fluid that made
the woman's hand move faster and faster, becoming increasingly slippery.
Desire burned in their hearts, satisfying each other in the most provocative way.
"Oh...oh...enough, enough...I'm about to come!" Old Zhao grabbed Yingjie's hand and called for
a stop.
Yingjie obediently let go of his hand and slowly squatted down, watching Old Zhao. She opened her mouth and put Old Zhao's penis
into her mouth.
This was different from what Old Zhao had imagined; his penis had never enjoyed this kind of treatment before.
Yingjie was a very experienced woman; she had taken the initiative. She lightly sucked on the
penis, gently stroking it with her lips, her tongue circling the head.
Her hands gently stroked the penis, then suddenly she forcefully took it into her mouth, pushing it
deep into her throat, pressing her tongue against the shaft, and gently caressing its testicles with her hands.
Old Zhao's world as a man collapsed instantly; he was completely dominated by this woman,
his lower body defenses breached in an instant.
In less than five seconds, a beast-like pleasure surged from his lower abdomen to his chest, rushing to his head. His body
tensed instantly, his mind went blank, and thick semen sprayed into Yingjie's mouth.
Old Zhao held Yingjie's head, immobilizing her, forcing her to endure his throbbing penis as it relentlessly penetrated
her throat.
"Ugh...uh...ugh..."
Yingjie groaned deep in her throat, swallowing all the semen without wasting a single drop.
Old Zhao, panting heavily, lovingly and contentedly stroked Liu Ying, who was still sucking his penis. Yingjie didn't immediately spit out
the penis; after swallowing all the thick semen, she licked and sucked the still-erect penis and scrotum from the inside out
.
Old Zhao tightly gripped Yingjie's arms, pulling her up and leaning her against a large tree, scrutinizing her closely.
The beauty under the lamplight was mesmerizing, the shade of the tree casting fragments of light onto Liu Ying's face. Liu Ying didn't dare look directly at
him, her gaze wandering under Old Zhao's eyes, slightly biting her lip. Her ears were already ruffled...
Her curly hair clung to her cheeks with sweat, exuding a seductive charm.
The heavy breathing of the two in the woods was amplified. Yingjie's flushed face, beneath her heavy makeup, revealed
a girlish shyness. Her lowered eyes captivated Lao Zhao, and her lips and nimble tongue emptied
his body.
Lao Zhao trembled slightly as he buried his face in her chest, greedily inhaling the scent mingled with cheap perfume—
he was addicted. Liu Ying's body suppressed a lust that could drive him mad; he even imagined her moist lips
opening and closing, awaiting his frenzied thrusts—that was his paradise.
Lao Zhao's... His body had never seemed to crave anything like this before. Unable to resist, he pulled down Liu Ying's skirt, revealing
her upper body. Liu Ying's breasts instantly sprang to the surface, appearing even larger and more alluring without the constraints of the tight skirt
.
Old Zhao never expected her to reject him at this moment.
Liu Ying pushed Old Zhao away with all her might, causing him to stumble back a few steps. "Brother Zhao, you...you have to spare me
, please stop, I have things to do today..." she pleaded.
Old Zhao was stunned for a couple of seconds, then suddenly felt, in a daze, that he had "abused" this woman.
"Brother Zhao, I know what you want," Liu Ying said, putting her skirt back on. "But not today
. I... I have to see someone. Can we do it another day?"
Old Zhao's heart sank. The woman's pitiful pleas struck a nerve. He closed his eyes
to calm himself, and finally gritted his teeth: "Don't say anything more. Let's go. Don't let things get delayed."
All his anticipation for that night ended abruptly after Old Zhao dropped Sister Ying off at a small hotel in the city
.
[To be continued]

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