Adding fragrance to the red sleeves

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Long have I not drunk a thousand cups alone, wandering the streets in solitude. I wonder when my soulmate will arrive; the internet holds beauty for many. After graduation, I returned to Wuhan. After staying home for half a year, I grew increasingly bored, so I took a job as a salesman at a health product company. Early mornings and late nights, barely making ends meet. After two years, I finally managed to become a department manager. Internet cafes were booming then, giving me a place to kill time in the evenings. I adopted the online name "Bored Crazy," indulging in unrestrained behavior, speaking my mind freely, and even chatting with a few respectable young women. Today was another group gathering; I couldn't refuse. With four gatherings a month and a hundred yuan contribution each time, it was really getting to me. After the party, I left, not joining the group of men and women in the car, but suddenly wanting to walk alone. It's been a long time since I strolled the streets of Hankou, a long time since I closely observed the men and women in their finery under the streetlights. I lit a Marlboro with a white filter, took a deep drag, and the pungent smoke cleared my head slightly after drinking Zhijiang mixed with Red Bull. I don't know when I started to like this way of drinking; it's sweet and refreshing on the palate, but the aftertaste is intoxicating. It adds a touch of bravado to drinking, but lacks some of the warmth and emotion. It's perfect for negotiating partners of equal standing to finalize agreements that are not for outsiders to know. Or perhaps it's a convenient tool for men to flirt with women. Wufu Road, a very interesting station name. Wuhan's station names are quite interesting. From Yiyuan Road to Wansongyuan Road, from one to two, three, four, to hundreds and thousands, they all have names. Sometimes, when I'm bored while waiting for the bus, looking at the station names can help pass the time. "You really don't want me to go?" a woman asked in a deliberately lowered voice. "It's not that I don't want you to go, but..." a man hesitated. I turned to look at the couple. The woman had clearly dressed up, and to my professional eye, she was somewhat shrewish. Although she was carefully dressed, it wasn't exactly flattering. A black cardigan, gray tights, and a floral skirt—I wondered if it was cold in Wuhan in March. Her face, which was fairly regular in appearance, was either too red or too dark; even a panda would feel ashamed of not having enough sleep or dark circles under its eyes. The man wore glasses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle and a suit with the label still on the cuffs, making him look somewhat hunched. "I've been talking to him for almost a year, and today is the first time we've met!" the woman said, her voice quickening slightly. "There's nothing between us, we just met and I'm going back right away." The woman straightened the hem of her skirt, which barely covered her knees. "Then I'll wait for you, I'll wait for you to come back here," the man said hesitantly, his trouser pockets bulging. The poor man, probably not well-regarded at home, had no outlet for his anger, only able to clench and unclench his fists. "Don't wait for me, I'll be back soon," the woman said, preparing to board the stopped 707. The man reached out to grab her, but then pulled back. I took out my phone; it was 10:25. The 588 I needed to take had its last bus. I peered out in the direction the 588 had come from, but there was no sign of it. I lit another cigarette, staring at the woman. Before boarding, she glanced back at the man, met my gaze, then turned back to him. I kept my eyes fixed on her. She seemed flustered, turned back to the man, and straightened his suit collar. "Aren't you going?" the man asked, his voice trembling slightly, phlegm in his throat. "I can't explain it to you, I'm just going to see you, I can't be bothered to talk to you," the woman forcefully shook off the hand that had been gently stroking the man's collar, turned and walked towards Liji Road, this time without looking back. The man slowly stomped around twice in place, glanced at me, gave a bitter smile, shook his head, and slowly walked away in the direction the woman had gone. I watched his slightly thin figure disappear into the end of the streetlights. The bus arrived, it was empty, and a two-yuan coin bounced out. The driver called me over, and I awkwardly exchanged it for another coin and put it back into the automatic coin box. I read in the newspaper today that Wuhan has set up counterfeit coin recycling bins on the streets. When will I have time to put this brand-new coin there? I sat by the window and thought about it, glancing out the window. The woman was standing in the dark corner of the roadside, looking back in the direction she had come from. Sigh, men without patience or courage! For some reason, the word "lover" suddenly came to mind. In human thinking, a lover is a member of the opposite sex with whom one can have sexual relations, other than one's legal wife (husband), and it usually carries a negative connotation. In my mind, "lover" is a beautiful word. The word "love" encompasses so many definitions. True love arises when confidants, lovers, teachers, and partners intertwine. Lovers are free from the trivialities of family, the constraints of children, and the disputes of finances; they are only bound by mutual affection and cherishing. When love is strong enough, things fall into place naturally. Lovers can pour out their hearts, watch over each other, support each other wholeheartedly, laugh together, and endure separation. Of course, men and women who are together for power, money, coercion, or inducement do not deserve to be called lovers. At most, they are mistresses or adulterers; to put it more politely, they are just mistresses, not lovers. Once upon a time, I began to worry about marriage, about finding a woman I loved. Many times, I thought I had found the woman who loved me and whom I loved, but time and again, fate played tricks on me. Rather than this, I thought I might as well find a lover to spend the rest of my life with. My phone suddenly rang. I looked at the name "Red Sleeve Adds Fragrance," it was a friend from the group. "Hello!" I answered the phone, shifting my position on the hard chair. "Crazy, are you home yet?" Hongxiu Tianxiang's sweet voice rang out. "Not yet, just got off the Second Bridge." A sudden fire ignited within me. "Then come over here, I want to drink more, will you keep me company?" She stretched on the other end of the line, speaking coyly. "Drink more? My head's still spinning." "Just one beer, I can't sleep." "Okay, I'll change buses after I cross the bridge." I hung up, my genitals stirring. I knew today was going to be interesting. Hongxiu Tianxiang, 28, wasn't a very active woman in the group. She always sat quietly in the corner at gatherings, singing beautifully. She owned a two-bedroom apartment, a car, and a house. Her husband was a manager at an overseas company in Italy, currently in the Philippines. We said we'd drink one beer, but we ended up drinking a case of Jinlongquan beer. Hongxiu was clearly drunk, and suddenly she slumped onto the table, sobbing softly. It turned out that today was the anniversary of Hongxiu's death. Hongxiu's grandfather was a veteran of the Red Army and had considerable influence in the city. Her twin sister married a soldier and had a son. During a visit to her husband's hometown, the couple were in a car accident, and all three died. Hongxiu was drunk and unsteady on her feet. I carried her home. She vaguely pointed out directions; thankfully, she still remembered where her house was. I laid her down on the bed, took off her coat, covered her with a blanket, and then went to the bathroom to get a basin, placing it beside her bed. I sighed. I had thought I could finally have some fun, but she was completely drunk. I reluctantly closed her bedroom door. I opened the front door, and a gust of cold wind blew in. I checked my watch; it was already past 2 a.m. I thought I shouldn't go home. If necessary, I'd just spend the night on the sofa. I closed the door again, leaned back on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag. (The best resources for domestic high-quality domestic adult films are available at etroit-mail.com. The most complete collection of episode 1 is available at NiniLu.)Dom turned on the TV, and the little swallow was chirping incessantly. Frustrated, he browsed all the channels, his heart still pounding with restlessness. His mouth was dry, and the beer he downed, mixed with the Red Bull cocktail he'd had that afternoon, rushed straight to his head. It was almost 4 o'clock. Lying on the sofa, a little cold, he sat up and quietly walked to the door of Hongxiu's bedroom. He opened the door, and Hongxiu was fast asleep. He tiptoed to the bedside, slowly sat down, and gently stroked Hongxiu's forehead with his hand; it felt smooth and her skin was incredibly delicate. He lay down on the bed fully clothed, gently pulling the blanket over himself. The even breathing of Hongxiu beside him, the faint fragrance emanating from the blanket—a woman's bed was indeed different. He drifted off to sleep. Suddenly, Hongxiu turned over, draped her arm over him, and mumbled, "Brother-in-law!" I woke up with a start. I slowly reached out my right hand and put it around her shoulder, while using my other hand to pull the blanket up and cover her. Then I began to stroke her back. Hongxiu leaned closer to me, burying her head in my chest and crossing her legs over mine. My hand slowly slid down, slipping inside her panties, caressing her round buttocks and squeezing them a few times. Hongxiu moaned softly and hugged my neck, "Brother-in-law, I missed you so much!" I lowered my head and kissed Hongxiu's lips, tentatively asking, "What did you miss about your brother-in-law?" "I missed your big cock, I missed your big cock fucking me," Hongxiu murmured in her sleep. Hearing this, my cock instantly hardened. My hand slipped inside her panties from the front, touching her vulva. Hongxiu's vulva was full, with sparse, soft pubic hair. I gently massaged her vulva with my thumb, and soon, Hongxiu's cunt was already soaking wet. I thought there must be a story between Hongxiu and her brother-in-law, and my curiosity made me want to delve deeper. "Do you remember how many times your brother-in-law fucked you?" I asked softly. "Many, many times. Whenever no one's around, my brother-in-law fucks my cunt. You're so naughty." Hongxiu's ass was thrusting hard, making her labia press even closer to my fingers. "Brother-in-law will fuck you with his big cock again, okay?" I said, starting to take off my clothes. "Okay, come and fuck me, come and fuck my little cunt." Hongxiu twisted her body. I kissed Hongxiu's lips, and Hongxiu passionately returned the kiss. Our tongues intertwined, and I freed my hands to help her take off her bra. Hongxiu's pair of snow-white rabbits bounced out. I lowered my head and bit her nipple, arched my body, and pulled down her panties. Hongxiu lifted her ass, cooperating with me to take them off. Then, I took off my pants myself. Hongxiu suddenly grabbed my penis and started masturbating quickly. I felt waves of tingling sensation running through my penis, and bent down to kiss her nipples. One hand moved down, probing between her labia, inserting two knuckles of my index finger, then gently teasing her G-spot inside her vagina. Soon, Hongxiu's buttocks began to sway, and she let out soft moans. I increased the frequency of my finger vibrations. Hongxiu couldn't take it anymore and tried to push my arm away, but I remained unmoved, increasing the frequency and intensity even more. Soon, Hongxiu's waist tensed, her buttocks thrust upwards forcefully, and she gripped her breasts, kneading them vigorously. I knelt, placing my other hand under her buttocks, supporting them, and inserted another finger into her vagina, vibrating it even faster. Suddenly, Hongxiu's buttocks arched upwards, and she let out a long cry—she had climaxed. Hongxiu opened her eyes, saw it was me, and was suddenly startled, saying, "How come it's you?" I quickly bent down and hugged her, kissing her lips. "It's me. I didn't leave. I was worried about you." "We can't do this. I'm married." Hongxiu symbolically pushed me away, and I kissed her even more passionately. "I love you!" These sweet words, which no one would believe under normal circumstances, seemed to please Hongxiu. After a while, she began to kiss me back. I used my legs to spread her legs apart, then moved to kneel between them, my lips slowly sliding down, kissing her neck, chest, and breasts, then gently stroking her nipples with my lips. Hongxiu trembled. She hugged my head tightly with both hands. I slowly pressed my buttocks down, my penis slowly approaching her cunt, then gently swayed my buttocks. My penis lightly touched Hongxiu's cunt, and Hongxiu's buttocks rose and fell with each touch of my penis. Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed my penis, then lifted her buttocks, her vagina rubbing forcefully against my penis. Then she aimed my penis at her vagina, thrusting her hips upwards. She reached out and grabbed my buttocks, leaving me nowhere to hide. I could only gently thrust my penis in and out of her vagina a few times before suddenly pushing hard, plunging my entire penis deep into her cunt. Hongxiu cried out, wrapping her legs around my buttocks, her hands unconsciously stroking my back. I increased the intensity of my thrusts. Hongxiu was like an octopus, clinging to me tightly. I rolled over onto the bed, positioning myself on top of Hongxiu. Hongxiu sat up straight, rubbing her smooth, white breasts with both hands, pressing her cunt down forcefully, allowing my penis to penetrate deeply. Then she began rhythmically rocking her hips back and forth. Hongxiu's waist was very slender, without any excess fat, and the frequency of her hip movements was very rhythmic. I held her waist and hips, feeling the tingling sensation from my penis rubbing against her cervix. I began to moan softly, "So good." Hongxiu's experience with sex was absolutely superb. She lay on top of me, her hands around my neck, her buttocks rising and falling rapidly, each time lifting her vagina to the head of my penis before accurately and deeply penetrating it. My penis began to feel increasingly numb and itchy. I couldn't help but grab her buttocks and thrust upwards forcefully, my penis penetrating deeper into her vagina. Hongxiu's moans grew louder, her head swaying from side to side, her long hair brushing against my face. She pressed her buttocks down forcefully, her vagina tightly gripping my penis, then her buttocks swayed violently from side to side. I knew she was about to climax again, so I lifted my head and took her nipple into my mouth, gripping her buttocks even harder with both hands, pressing down forcefully. My waist was straight, my buttocks lifted, allowing my penis to penetrate even deeper into her vagina. The tender flesh inside Hongxiu's pussy began to rhythmically suck on my penis and writhe violently. My glans felt a surge of heat flowing down from the depths of Hongxiu's cunt, and my glans went numb as my semen gushed out. At that moment, dawn broke outside the window, and birds chirped merrily from the houses downstairs. Hongxiu lay on my chest, and I held her buttocks, my penis throbbing inside her cunt, the afterglow of my orgasm still lingering. We fell asleep in each other's arms. After that, I stayed at Hongxiu's house almost every day. She was like a dutiful wife, asking me what I wanted to eat and drink every day, and then she would go and buy it, waiting for me to come home so we could eat dinner together. During this time, we had sex countless times; we explored every nook and cranny of her house, and Hongxiu taught me many positions step by step. And I finally learned about Hongxiu's relationship with her brother-in-law. It turns out that during a family dinner, Hongxiu's brother-in-law got drunk. Her sister had to leave, and while Hongxiu was taking care of him, he mistook her for his wife and had sex with her. At the time, Hongxiu was still a virgin. It didn't matter much; her brother-in-law was tall and handsome, and Hongxiu liked him. But unexpectedly, she became pregnant. Her sister found out, so the sister pretended to be Hongxiu, and Hongxiu pretended to be the sister. Hongxiu and her brother-in-law were together for a year until the child was born, at which point the sisters switched back. Perhaps due to good upbringing, Hongxiu recovered well after childbirth; she didn't have any stretch marks on her stomach, looking like a young woman. When her child was three years old, Hongxiu finally married under her family's arrangement. Her husband was abroad most of the year, only returning occasionally. When he did return, Hongxiu was either menstruating or ill, and they rarely had sex. When Hongxiu wanted to have sex, she would pretend to be her sister to seduce her brother-in-law. According to Hongxiu, her brother-in-law liked to fantasize about his wife being his sister-in-law when he was having sex with her. Who would have thought that not only did he actually have sex with his sister-in-law, but even his son was born to his sister-in-law? I didn't believe it. It would be strange if someone couldn't tell the difference between their wife and sister-in-law. I guess her brother-in-law was happy because his wife and sister-in-law didn't say it openly. Putting myself in her shoes, I would have done the same. Finally, four years later, we got married. When Hongxiu asked her ex-husband for a divorce, he signed the agreement without saying a word. Our married life was very happy. Hongxiu's sex skills became more and more advanced, and every time we had sex, she would ask me to pretend to be her brother-in-law. We had sex in the kitchen, bathroom, balcony, parking lot, park, movie theater, everywhere we could think of. Two years later, perhaps due to Hongxiu's genes, we had twin sons. We were so busy taking care of them that we had much less time for intimacy. Now, things are better...The children are all grown up now, so we left them with their grandparents. Our blissful time together has returned.

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