The beautiful woman, filled with resentment at the heartless man, seduced her lover with her alluring makeup and silken feet.

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The beautiful woman, filled with resentment and anger, seduced her lover with her alluring makeup and silk stockings. Danying and I went to Beijing, actually to handle our own affairs—hers for public matters, mine for private ones. Our family had planned a project in Guangxi, and coincidentally, the local official had previously worked in Beijing. An old friend had introduced me to one of his former superiors, hoping to facilitate things from the top down. Unexpectedly, the other party had something come up, and we had to postpone it for a few days. I had thought this was a wonderful opportunity; it had been so long since I'd spent time alone with Danying, but it was too late. After several agonizing days, Danying called to say she planned to return the day after tomorrow. Only then did I decide that, no matter what, I would go to Beijing first. I lied to my second brother and flew to Beijing that afternoon. The weather in Beijing was lovely, clear and cloudless. Looking down at the earth from the air, I felt an indescribable sense of familiarity and longing. Before the plane even landed, my heart was already in Danying's room. I remembered that it was in that building that Danying and I had our first intimate encounter, our silk stockings; it was also there that we began our sweetest spiritual and physical communion. The thought of Danying's stockings and swaying body sent a burning heat through my lower abdomen, my penis hardening against my crotch. I shifted slightly in my seat to give it more room, to ease the discomfort. The journey had been filled with longing and amorous anticipation; this unseen yet imaginable allure was the most anticipated and arousing. Two more hours passed, enduring endless traffic jams, before I finally arrived at this place overflowing with desire. After checking in, I went to my room to drop off my luggage, wash my hands and face, and freshen up a bit, making sure I was clean and refreshed—I didn't want to go to see my darling smelling of travel. I went downstairs to look for Danying, assuming she would be waiting for me in her room, but she wasn't there. The doorbell wouldn't ring, and her cell phone went unanswered. The doorbell rang, silence followed, then the phone rang, "The number you dialed is not answering, please try again later." My initial joy slowly turned into a bucket of cold water. I was disappointed and angry, wondering what Mei Danying was up to. I arrived and she wasn't waiting for me in her room, nor was she answering her phone. My anger didn't last long. I thought about how I'd neglected her sweet, moist body for the past month, and the slight dissatisfaction behind her flat tone on the phone. I figured she was deliberately being petty. Lovely yet infuriating women, regardless of age, always seem to prioritize their own desires, regardless of whether a man's reasons are truly reasonable. Although I'd neglected her a bit because of Sister Guo, I genuinely wanted to travel to Beijing with her, to enjoy some blissful time together, to stroll hand-in-hand, to whisper sweet nothings in bed, and to caress Danying's tender, alluring body with my hands and lips. Ultimately, I love her. Her beauty, her fragrant breath, her graceful figure—all of it is so captivating. Deep down, I always placed her on par with my wife, perhaps even a little higher. Closing my eyes, I could clearly see the words etched deeply in my heart: "Danying, I love you." I returned to my room, dejected, repeatedly calling Danying, but no one answered. The fire in my heart was instantly chilled, replaced by a douse of cold water. All my anticipation turned to anxiety; I didn't know what Danying would do next. This feeling was like the first time I argued with my wife during our courtship—facing thin air, unsure how to win back her heart. I lay in bed, looking at the completely dark sky outside the window, the lights of the nearby buildings flickering. A sudden wave of sadness washed over me. I picked up my phone, typed a few short sentences, and sent them to Danying. I hoped she could see my feelings—the love I had for her, the desperate fear of losing her. After writing it, I felt a little better, only to realize my stomach was growling loudly. There's a great Hunan restaurant on the side of the building, a place Danying and I often go to when we're in Beijing. I ordered two dishes and a bowl of clear soup noodles as our main course. We devoured it in no time, and only then did I realize that life is still good. At least my stomach was full, my body felt comfortable, and I was lazy and didn't really want to move. Looking at the waitresses coming and going, their legs clad in thick flesh-colored stockings and suede flat shoes, my lustful thoughts were stirred up again. Especially the hostess who had just passed by; her red cheongsam, trimmed with gold thread, had a slit that went all the way to her hips. As she walked, her thighs, covered in stockings, were vaguely visible on the side. The curves were so soft, and her calves swayed back and forth. Under the bright lights, her calves, encased in stockings, were clearly visible, indescribably smooth and pink. She also wore red low-cut heels that were over 8 centimeters high, with two thin straps crisscrossing on the suede uppers. A shimmering gold trim encircled the top of the elegant heels, making her high, stockinged insteps look noble and beautiful. Click, click, each slap of the young woman's sexy high heels against the ground felt like a direct blow to my eardrums, vibrating my heart. My gaze was fixed on her silk-stockinged feet and high heels, my eyes clearly seeing each step she took. The stockings on her ankles rippled with each step, disappearing and reappearing, disappearing and reappearing. The stockings twisted and stretched, twisted and stretched, and my gaze felt like a visible hand tracing through the noisy space, caressing her sexy, silk-stockinged ankles. I stared greedily at the beautiful girl, like a wild beast lurking in the forest, watching its prey with predatory intent. My penis was already uncontrollably erect, pressing against my underwear, the tip already damp with pre-ejaculate. Click, click, the young woman turned and walked back, a smile on her face, her gaze unfocused, as if smiling at me, or perhaps at everyone else. Facing the beautiful young woman, I felt too embarrassed to stare any longer. I could only casually glance at her alluring instep, framed by her stockings. Her low-cut high heels exposed large expanses of her bare feet, like a piece of delicious, tempting Japanese tofu—so delicate and translucent. The narrow gold trim around the heel further accentuated the shimmering beauty of her feet, captivating my gaze. It felt like being at a fashion show, sitting on a catwalk, brazenly staring at every pair of high-heeled feet before me, yearning to devour them completely. I imagined holding one pair in my mouth, another in my left hand, another in my right, pressing my cheek against one, burying my nose between her heels, desperately inhaling their sweet fragrance. Click, click, the beautiful young woman gracefully walked past me. I couldn't help but slowly turn my head, watching and swallowing the drool that was almost overflowing from my tongue—truly drooling with desire. Her beautiful legs, encased in glossy pink stockings, and her red velvet high heels with gold trim, were breathtaking. This is how a lecherous man is made. A beautiful woman and beautiful feet—a feast for the eyes. "Oh, my Danying, where are you now? Why aren't you answering my calls? You're not replying to my texts either, it's driving me crazy!" I picked up my phone and typed a few more short messages to Danying, saying I was on the rooftop and if she didn't reply, I'd jump off. After sending it, afraid she wouldn't see it, I called her again, making her phone ring for a while before stopping. After paying the bill, I slowly walked back, constantly checking my phone, worried the noise would drown out the ringtone, worried I'd miss Danying's call or text. But when I got back to my room, Danying still hadn't called or texted. Looking at the few simply wrapped roses and lilies in my hand, I smiled bitterly, thinking, it seems this time I really have to apologize to Danying and win back her heart. A long time passed, and I was watching TV listlessly when the doorbell suddenly rang. I jumped out of bed as if struck by lightning, rushed to the door without even putting on my shoes, and opened it. There stood my beloved Danying, looking rather unassuming, her face cold, as if covered by winter frost, exuding an aura of unapproachability. But the two takeout boxes she was carrying inadvertently revealed her little secret: she was probably worried I hadn't eaten. Even if she hadn't, she'd come straight here without going back to her room, I reassured myself. I pulled Danying inside, closed the door, and then hugged her tightly, my arms wrapped around hers in a bear hug. "Danying, where have you been? I missed you so much! You didn't answer your phone or reply to my texts," I whispered gently in her ear. I held her tightly, as if afraid she would vanish the moment I let go. Dan Ying leaned back forcefully, then carefully examined my face from head to toe. Her pretty phoenix eyes behind her black-rimmed glasses scanned back and forth, as if there was something strange about my face. After a while, Dan Ying finally said, "I can't tell, I can't tell what it is about you that makes you miss me so much." As she spoke, Dan Ying exhaled that familiar fragrance that made my brain dizzy. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, afraid of wasting this alluring scent. I closed my eyes, pretending to enjoy it, without answering, but my hands held Dan Ying even tighter, pressing my slightly erect penis firmly against Dan Ying's lower abdomen. "Hey, I'm talking to you," Dan Ying said angrily, pinching my waist with her right hand. "If you don't say anything, I'm leaving." "Ouch, that hurts," I let go of her, placing one hand on Dan Ying's back and rubbing her lower back hard with the other. "Baby, I was wrong, please forgive me. If you hadn't come back, I really wouldn't know what to do. Do you really want me to jump off this building before you'd believe me?" I tried to soften my voice, speaking in a very sincere tone, "I wanted to come sooner, really, but things at the company lately...""I have so many feelings, you know that. I had to find a reason to come to Beijing." "So how come you've found a reason now? Every time, I ask you to come out, you always make excuses, and at the company you're only focused on meetings and official business. Are you tired of me?" Dan Ying said, turning her head to the side, her eyes slightly red. "No, how could I, baby, my dearest baby, in this world, you are the woman I love most. The text message I just sent you was all from the bottom of my heart. If you ignore me, I really will die. I love you, Dan Ying, really, I love you fiercely. I hope I can be with you every day, like this, holding you, spoiling you, even if we do nothing, just watching you, being by your side, I can get the greatest happiness in life." "After Danying put on her high heels, she was slightly shorter than me. With my hands around her shoulders, I was almost looking her in the eye. Wearing thin-rimmed black glasses, Danying's temperament and appearance were both top-notch; in my eyes, she was an unparalleled beauty. I gripped Danying's shoulders tightly. The smooth, satin-finish blazer felt comfortable to the touch, silky to the feel. I looked at Danying's glasses, watching her slowly turn her gaze to meet mine. 'I'm telling the truth. I love you so much, how could I possibly be tired of you? How could I possibly be tired of my darling, my Danying? What does 'darling' mean? It means the most precious thing in my heart, someone I cherish, someone I hold tightly in my arms, someone I'd never let go of even if it meant death—that's you, Danying, you're my darling. Actually, I so desperately want to possess you. Every time I see you come home from get off work, back to your home, with your husband, do you know how I feel? It's not just jealousy; sometimes I even want to kill your husband, take you completely, and live with you.'" But I know it's impossible, besides, I can't let go of my wife. Don't be angry, I love you and I love my wife the same, with all my heart, I swear to God.” As I said this, I was about to swear, “If Danying doesn't believe me, I can swear the most vicious oath…” Danying looked at me, her gaze softening considerably, “She only said one sentence, and you've already gone on and on, who wants to hear your oaths? You even said you wanted to have me all to yourself, if you really wanted to, you should spend more time with me normally. The other day when I was on duty on Saturdays, you were nowhere to be found, you didn't even reply to my texts, and you still had the nerve to say I didn't reply.” As she spoke, she gently patted my face, like she was talking to a child, saying, “You bad boy. You're going to drive me crazy. I wasn't even planning to tell you when I was going back, to leave you alone in Beijing. I wanted you to experience what it's like to be ignored.” Seeing Danying like this, I was secretly delighted, knowing that my mission was accomplished. I held Danying in my arms, moved a few steps to the table, picked up the bouquet of flowers, held it between us, then knelt on one knee, held the flowers in both hands, looked up at Danying, and said with a sly smile: "I admire the most noble and noble Queen the most, please accept my deepest love for you!" "Danying didn't take the flowers. She covered her mouth with the back of her left hand, turned around, and smiled gently, pointing at me with her right hand, her face full of joy. "Chief Eunuch, ha, ha, kneel down, don't get up, kneel forever... ha, it really looks like..." I felt embarrassed and a little ridiculous. I had gone too far, as if eunuchs in TV dramas really did look like that. But Danying looked really beautiful with her smiling face. Her beautiful eyes were full of laughter, making her even more charming. Especially the few strands of hair behind her ears that fell to her cheeks, so beautiful, making my heart flutter. After Danying laughed for a while, seeing that I was staring straight at her face, she smiled and took the flowers, then asked, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen the Queen smile? Chief Eunuch, are you going to prostrate yourself down and kiss the Queen's feet?" "Ha, ha, ah, no..." Before Dan Ying could finish speaking, I knelt down on the ground, one hand supporting myself on the side of Dan Ying's feet, the other holding her ankle. My lips gently landed on her feet, which were covered in black stockings, and kissed them a few times. I thought to myself, "Waiting for you is what you said. Not only your beautiful feet, but every inch of your body, I want to kiss and savor it." Today, Dan Ying was wearing a pair of matte patent leather black polka dot high heels. The heels, at least 8 meters high, were evenly covered with small white dots except for the heel, instantly enlivening the originally monotonous black. Dan Ying's beautiful feet stood tilted inside the sexy black polka dot high heels. The tilted angle made the instep and the front of the calf appear as one, visually lengthening the calf and giving Dan Ying's charming feet more room to be displayed, perfectly exposed. Dan Ying's beautiful feet were clad in two layers of stockings. The outer layer was my favorite—extremely thin and transparent black glass silk stockings. These stockings had poor elasticity, causing them to wrinkle and crease constantly as she walked. It was precisely these unintentional wrinkles that gave Dan Ying's beautiful legs a delicate sensuality, arousing even more tenderness and affection in me. I guessed the inner layer was flesh-colored, warm velvet stockings. As I rubbed my hands together, the outer and inner glass silk stockings shifted, creating low, rippling waves on the surface of the black stockings, translucent and captivating. The inner flesh-colored stockings clung tightly to Dan Ying's beautiful calves, appearing as if naturally formed, an endless display of delicate beauty and sensuality. I gently kissed Dan Ying's instep, inhaling the fragrance of her beautiful feet, the leather scent of her high heels, and the earthy aroma. The familiar, sensual scent made my penis swell rapidly, and lust surged through my brain. I stood up, and without giving Dan Ying a chance to speak, I carried her to the bed, lifted her gray knee-length skirt, raised one of her legs high, removed her sexy black polka-dot high heels, and then brought her toes to my mouth. Ah, the fragrance! The scent of her feet encased in stockings, damp with moisture, instantly overwhelmed my olfactory senses. My brain began to revel in the sweet olfactory signals, and that blissful, slightly intoxicating pleasure made me forget everything else, only feeling the sensation of holding Dan Ying's beautiful black-stockinged feet tightly in my hands. Because I was holding her feet up, Dan Ying lay helplessly on the bed, unable to reach me. At first, she tried to say a few words to stop and resist, twisting her body a few times to escape my clutches. But then, with her toes in my mouth, she thought that since it wasn't the first time she had experienced me playing with and tasting her feet like this, she simply gave up resisting. Dan Ying's eyes were tightly closed, her neatly trimmed long eyelashes shyly resting on her light eyeshadow. She felt sweet and itchy inside, and her whole body felt indescribably comfortable. In particular, her silk-clad feet were enveloped by a warm mouth, and something hot and soft was stroking them. Dan Ying felt the unbearable itching sensation slowly creeping from her feet to her private parts, and her body couldn't help but twist gently from side to side, like a seductive beautiful snake. I held Danying's original silk stockings in my mouth, savoring their sensual taste with my tongue while admiring her sexy feet. Under the light, her silk stockings were exquisite and delicate, her calves long and slender, just as beautiful and captivating as her feet. I grabbed Danying's other leg, which was clad in black sheer stockings and black patent leather polka-dot high heels. With both legs raised, Danying's grey skirt slipped down to her hips, revealing her plump, black-stockinged buttocks. Through the thin black stockings, her full, slightly upturned buttocks looked delicate and alluring, making my mouth water just as much as the delicious silk stockings in my mouth. Two beautiful legs were raised high, her long skirt slipping down. Dan Ying shyly closed her eyes, her face flushed and alluring, revealing a coy and timid expression—a truly erotic picture of shyness and boundless charm. The heels of her black patent leather high heels were high and thin, tightly encasing Dan Ying's beautiful feet in black stockings. Black on black, mysterious and seductive. Her other beautiful foot, free of a black high heel, was covered in black crystal stockings, her toes slightly upturned. The stockings in front of her toes were completely soaked with my saliva, reflecting a crystalline luster, making her look extremely sexy and seductive. I turned and kissed Dan Ying's beautiful feet in black patent leather polka-dot high heels, kissing the low part of the heels while simultaneously kissing the instep and the upper of the shoes. The smooth, beautiful instep and the cool, shiny high heels, carrying a faint scent of dust, drove me even more mad. I first kissed them with my lips, then licked them with my tongue, until the instep of that beautiful foot was wet from my licking. The stockings, wet with saliva, became even more delicate, almost completely transparent. "Dan Ying, your feet are so beautiful. They can drive me crazy. I love Dan Ying's beautiful feet in crystal stockings, I love Dan Ying's beautiful, white, and tender feet. Dan Ying's feet are truly exquisite, soft and boneless in my hands, smooth as cream, plump and crystal clear, truly exquisite feet." I praised as I slowly lowered Dan Ying's stockinged feet. "Nonsense, all women's feet are pretty much the same. You're just a foot fetishist." "As she spoke, breaking free from my clutches, Danying stood up, adjusting her high heels that had fallen askew, while pulling down her skirt. 'Look, they're all wrinkled, I still have to wear them tomorrow. It's all your fault,' Danying complained. 'I do have a foot fetish, but I only have a foot fetish for you, I only love you, I only like to kiss you, love you, and only want to hold your silk-stockinged feet in my mouth. Danying, you have no idea how magical your silk-stockinged feet are to me, especially the ones you've worn all day, that fragrance, only you can bring out that scent.' I held Danying's hands in mine and said very seriously. 'The first time I realized I loved you was when you wore those simple white sandals, showing off your beautiful toes, with two thin straps gently draped over them. You stretched one foot out in front of you, looking at your clothes, completely ignoring me beside you.'"My mouth was watering. I was so excited, my heart was pounding. I loved watching, but I was also worried about you finding out. It was tense and thrilling. I'll never forget that allure." "It's not as good as you make it out to be. To be honest, I've forgotten when you were talking about, but I do remember those shoes. They should still be there. They were flats, but you like me in heels, don't you?" Dan Ying said, looking at me. "I love anything that's yours, Dan Ying. I especially love the feeling of holding your clothes against my skin. They're so light and delicate. Holding them to my nose is intoxicating, it makes me dizzy. I love you to death, baby." I said, deliberately closing my eyes and pretending to be intoxicated. "Stop, stop. I'm embarrassed." Danying hugged me tightly, burying her head on my shoulder, her face burning hot; I could feel the heat. I took Danying's hands behind my back, clasped them tightly, and then turned them around, pressing her against me. "I love her, I just love her. That sweet feeling is indescribable. Just like now, holding Danying, pressed close, I wish time could stop, stop at this moment, so we wouldn't be separated again, so our hearts could stay close, looking at each other, beating together, our bodies close together, breathing together, the air sometimes in your body, sometimes in mine. My magnetic field merged with Danying's; we were one, we had become one." I gently rubbed my face against Danying's, careful not to scratch her or spoil the beautiful, sleep-inducing moment. Danying stopped speaking, closed her eyes, and her breath fell on my face—fragrant, warm, and rhythmic. Slowly, I closed my eyes too, stopped rubbing, and savored this intense love, letting this sweet affection surround us both. I opened my heart, fully feeling every pulse, every breath in Danying's body, forgetting our identities, forgetting sex, and melting into this room with Danying, merging forever, never to be separated. After a long embrace, Danying withdrew her hand from mine and instead held me tightly. "Let's get married?" "Danying said softly, her voice gentle and drawn-out, as if carrying unspeakable resentment and regret. I knew Danying was just speaking from the heart, not really intending to do it. Danying's words broke my heart. Seeing my most beloved treasure being wronged, my heart ached. Exchanging one of my most precious possessions for another, the helpless sorrow was indescribable. "We'll get married, Danying. I want to marry you, with the person I love most, and write our names on that red-covered marriage certificate, to be recorded in the archives of the People's Republic of China." I made up my mind, cupping Danying's beautiful face in my hands, looking directly into her eyes, my blood boiling. "Danying, I want to marry you, really." A bright flame ignited in Danying's eyes, then slowly dimmed, finally turning into endless melancholy. She forced a smile and said to me, "Silly boy, I was just saying it, and you actually took it seriously! Besides, I wouldn't dare marry a philanderer like you. Your wife is so much better, why are you still looking for someone else!" "At that moment, a brilliant idea suddenly occurred to me, an idea I wouldn't lose. I said to Danying, 'Danying, you wait, I will definitely marry you and make you my bride.' My face was filled with barely suppressed excitement and joy. I'm truly a genius, what a wonderful idea! I'll save it for the last moment to give Danying a surprise. Before Danying could speak, I kissed her soft lips, slipped my tongue into her sweet little mouth, and tasted the sweet nectar within. My tongue danced back and forth, and I greedily sucked on Danying's love juice. Slowly, Danying's tender, fragrant nipples came forward, intertwining with my tongue, embracing each other. I enjoyed the most sensual advances in the world. One hand slipped under Danying's long skirt and pressed against her plump, beautiful buttocks, grasping one of her pink buttocks with my large hand and kneading it back and forth." My familiarity with Dan Ying's body allowed me to understand how to stimulate her honeypot by playing with her plump buttocks, arousing its desire. Soon, Dan Ying's panting became rapid, her legs clamped tightly together, twisting her high, firm buttocks. She clung to me tightly with both hands, her body limp and clinging to me. Her sweet, fragrant lips softened, and she began to let me take the initiative, adopting a submissive posture. After playing with Dan Ying's lips and plump buttocks for a while, I was about to press her down on the bed when I felt Dan Ying suddenly regain her energy, forcefully pushing my tongue out. Then she broke free from my embrace, panting as she said, "You pervert, since you know you're wrong, I'm going to punish you tonight. You have to listen to me tonight, otherwise, I'll never talk to you again." "When she said she wouldn't talk to me, her eyes sparkled, her voice was melodious, as if a thousand charms lingered on her tongue. This stunningly beautiful appearance instantly made me stare blankly, completely mesmerized. "Did you hear me?" Dan Ying smoothed a strand of hair that fell to her cheek, gently tucking it behind her ear, then tapped my chest with her finger. "I'm talking to you, don't play dumb." "Baby, you really are my baby. This look, this expression, if I said you looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, you'd probably say I was flattering you, that I was coaxing you. But honestly, Dan Ying, the way you are now, you really don't look like a middle-aged woman who's married and has children, but more like a little girl in the throes of first love. I love you to death." After saying that, I leaned in, rubbing my cheek against Dan Ying's temple, immediately messing up the hair she had just tidied. "I love you, baby, I love you to death. You're really my dearest little darling, whatever you say goes." "Today you are my princess, oh no, my queen, punish me however you like." "You said it yourself, don't regret it later." Dan Ying said smugly, a sly look on her face, her eyes like a cat toying with a mouse. "Take a shower first, I'll call you in twenty minutes. Don't come down until I call. Remember that, you fat pig waiting to be slaughtered." As she spoke, she made a vicious gesture on her fair, smooth neck. "Oh, by the way, I was afraid you hadn't eaten, so I brought you some takeout." After Dan Ying finished speaking, she picked up her handbag, and in her sexy high heels, she gracefully walked away. With a "click," the door closed. I immediately took off my clothes as fast as I could and rushed into the bathroom. "My beauty, no matter what tricks you play, in the end, your sweet honey hole still needs my cock to satisfy it." "I was also looking forward to Dan Ying's little tricks. About half an hour later, I stood in Dan Ying's room and saw her wearing her own red bathrobe. I figured she must have washed her little sister down there until she smelled nice, waiting for me to enjoy her. After opening the door for me, Dan Ying walked in, slowly applying the lotion from the back of her hand to her face. Dan Ying was staying in a couple's room with a large bed in the middle. A red braided rope was tied to the bedside lamp holder at the top of the bed, and another one was tied to the leg of the TV cabinet opposite, with one long rope extending to the bed. "Father-in-law, come here, take off your clothes and lie down here," Dan Ying said with a coquettish laugh, pointing to the middle of the bed and ordering me. After I undressed and lay down, Dan Ying took the rope from the side and tied my hands tightly, then tied them to the rope on the bedside lamp holder. My feet were also tied up and connected to the rope on the TV cabinet. Looking at that thin bedside lamp holder, I was really worried that Dan Ying would break it when she tied the rope. "Won't that thing break?" "Baby, if I move around too much, will I break it?" "Don't move around, or you'll have to pay for it, my poor little thing. From now on, don't say a word. If you say one, I won't talk to you all night." Dan Ying finished speaking and lightly patted my face twice, looking like she was the butcher and I was the fish on the chopping block. Then, facing the mirror next to the TV, she continued to apply her moisturizer, applying it very carefully and slowly to her face, chin, and snow-white neck, leaving me aside as if I, naked and tied to the bed, didn't exist at all. The entire room was filled with the sweet, intoxicating scent of blackberry moisturizer, a rich aroma that lingered. I took deep breaths, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance—the scent of Dan Ying's fresh bath. After about five or six minutes, Dan Ying stopped massaging my chin and neck, turned to face me, and smiled sweetly. Her expression, both alluring and slightly seductive, was indescribable. I felt all the blood rush to my brain and penis; my already erect penis bounced back and forth as if I were ejaculating. She swayed. Mei Danying was truly a natural beauty, irresistibly alluring. I believe even her husband had never seen Danying like this; I was so lucky. However, my stunning enchantress didn't go to bed with me as I had imagined, playing the leading lady. Instead, she slightly turned her head, no longer looking at me. Then, she slowly removed her red bathrobe, revealing her beautiful, jade-like body beneath. Her full, round breasts drooped slightly, the nipples pointing gently to one side. Her fair, dazzling, full, and tender flesh was exposed without any cover. Danying really didn't look in my direction at all. She sat sideways on the edge of the bed and began applying moisturizer. The sweet scent of blackberries in the room grew stronger. As Danying massaged her breasts, she rubbed them repeatedly from bottom to top, her cheeks flushing, and her nipples becoming even more erect, noticeably different from before. At that moment, I wanted to shout, "Baby, stop seducing me! I give up! Let me apply the moisturizer for you!" "But thinking about what Danying said just now, and considering that it's obvious that Danying used this..."This was a way to torment me, but I forced myself to suppress my impulse and continue to enjoy this rare and erotic scene. I didn't count how many times or how long Dan Ying massaged her beautiful, white breasts, nor did I want to know. I just hoped she would continue massaging, since my penis was already rock hard, struggling helplessly in the air, lonely and empty. Perhaps now I could somewhat understand the emptiness and loneliness of a woman's genitals during arousal. My face was flushed, my throat was dry like a traveler who hadn't had water for many days in the desert, and a warm, itchy sensation spread from my lower abdomen to my throat. My eyes were fixed on Dan Ying's slowly moving hands, from left to right, from bottom to top, back and forth, as if watching a blockbuster movie at its climax, not daring to blink for fear of missing a wonderful scene. Dan Ying's soft hands traced over her incomparably beautiful and alluring body, like a lonely and sorrowful woman confined to her boudoir, lamenting that such a wonderful, mature, and honey-like body goes untouched. The slowness of her movements made it seem as if I could see the nectar slowly seeping from Dan Ying's wanton honeyed orifice, seeping through every inch of her beautiful skin, gathering into a sweet and alluring mist, flowing gently around her exquisitely beautiful flesh, then filling the entire room and engulfing me completely. I felt as if I were floating in Dan Ying's steaming, lustful honey, my mouth tasting the smooth, delicious flavor, my nose filled with the sweet, sensual scent. Every breath I exhaled and inhaled, swallowed and exhaled, was the essence of Dan Ying's mature body. At this moment, I felt as if I had returned to my mother's warm and safe womb, becoming a fetus attached to a woman's womb. I almost blurted out "I want to shout!" to Dan Ying, but thankfully I didn't; I didn't want to ruin this intoxicating scene. My penis didn't ejaculate, but lingered on the eve of orgasm. This pre-orgasmic pleasure is the most beautiful, like a woman's orgasm, long and lasting. I was so happy. I had to tell Dan Ying that at some point tonight, I almost thought she was my mother, almost thought I was in her womb, in the deepest part of her honeyed depths. Dan Ying didn't look at my face, I don't know if it was out of shyness, or because she was afraid that if she looked at me, she wouldn't be able to control her already overflowing lust and would inevitably throw herself into my arms. Danying seemed to be enjoying her performance. From my taut thigh muscles, my burning red penis, and the little bit of clear fluid seeping from its tip, she could feel her success, her own allure and charm. Even at an age when she was considered an aunt, her body still exuded an irresistible attraction that drove men crazy. My constantly swaying penis was the best proof of this. Neither Danying nor I called for a stop. I couldn't call for a stop, and she didn't want to stop, even though the lustful fluid had already flowed down to her anus, leaving a dark, damp stain on the sheets. Danying bent her snow-white, rounded legs, scooped up two fingers of moisturizer, and applied it from her knees to her thighs, then from her knees to her ankles. As she massaged the lower part of her plump thighs, her knees and calves lifted slightly, her delicate feet trembling in the air, her soft toes pointing upwards, making her arches appear even higher. From her toes to her instep to her calves and finally to her thighs, a flawless curve appeared—a masterpiece of nature. I couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. "So beautiful, Danying, your legs are absolutely gorgeous." I repeated this twice, dazed and confused. Danying seemed not to hear me, ignoring me completely. Instead, she placed her hands under her knees, lifting her calves and beautiful feet a little higher, as if a man stood in the void opposite her, and she was offering him her beautiful feet, presenting her precious, private feet to his mouth. After a few seconds of pause, whether it was "his" licking that made Danying unable to restrain herself, or her hands not having enough strength, Danying's calves and beautiful feet trembled violently, her eyes glazed over as if half-closed. At that moment, I had a strange feeling that Danying would moan aloud in the next second, that she would lie down, one hand caressing her wet vulva, the other caressing her itchy, tingling breasts, and begin to masturbate. Danying's beautiful feet finally landed on the bed. She turned over, her face flushed, and her forehead, illuminated by the bedside lamp, shimmered with fine silver light—probably her sweat. Dan Ying turned her whole body around, one leg horizontal, the other straight—the straight, fair, beautiful leg, its toes pointing directly at my penis. Dan Ying smiled alluringly at me, watching me maintain my previous cautious posture, hands raised high, not daring to let the weight of my arms rest precariously on the light fixture's cord. I looked at her too, neither of us speaking. She could see I was captivated, captivated by her beauty and sexiness, captivated by her body and her posture. My burning, red eyes seemed to say, "Dan Ying, please continue, I want more." But I couldn't fathom Dan Ying's thoughts. Did her turning around mean she was letting me go? Or did she have some other intention? Dan Ying gently flicked my scrotum with her foot, causing my penis to tremble violently from the stimulation, startling her. She thought I had ejaculated. She quickly stopped, waiting a few seconds before realizing I hadn't. I opened my mouth, mouthing silently, "No." Dan Ying's face flushed even more, a look of embarrassment on her face. Next, Danying closed her eyes, leaned over, grasped my penis with her hand, and then opened her rosy cherry-like mouth to take my glans in, slowly penetrating until it was half full. Her tongue curled around the glans, stroking it back and forth. One small hand tightly encircled the base of my penis, while the other caressed the hard muscles of my thigh. At that moment, I felt incredibly comfortable, my whole body tensing like a bowstring, almost ready to ejaculate. I quickly took a few deep breaths to control myself, focusing my attention on my bound hands and feet, partly to distract myself and partly to prevent myself from making any sudden movements that might break the lamp stand. Danying sucked on my penis for a while, then stopped, parted a strand of hair that had fallen to one side, looked up at me, and saw half of my penis in her bright red mouth. This erotic and lewd scene made me want to take a picture of her immediately. "So beautiful. Danying, you are so beautiful." At that moment, I felt the inadequacy of my vocabulary for the first time. Besides "beautiful," I couldn't think of any other words to describe my feelings at that moment. Dan Ying seemed to smile at me, but it was hidden by her hair and my penis, so I couldn't see clearly. Dan Ying slowly pulled my penis out of her warm, smooth mouth, her lips scraping tightly against it, the pleasure was intense. When Dan Ying's cherry-like mouth completely left my penis, there was a "pop" sound. I breathed a sigh of relief, finally managing to hold back; I almost ejaculated, and I didn't want to enter my refractory period so soon. Faced with such a beautiful and dazzling Dan Ying, I didn't want to descend from the peak of ecstasy so quickly. "Dan Ying, no matter how many times or how long this punishment takes, I'm willing to accept it, because you're so beautiful. Mortal women don't have your ethereal elegance and aloofness, celestial beings don't have your charm and allure, you're truly too beautiful." After saying this, I closed my eyes, pouted, and leaned forward, waiting for Dan Ying to kiss me. Unexpectedly, Dan Ying didn't come up to me; instead, I felt the bed lighten, and Dan Ying got off the bed. "Hmph, sweet talk, you're lying. You're so beautiful. I just kissed you, why didn't you ejaculate? You're lying." Dan Ying pretended to be angry, turned around, and walked into the bathroom. From behind, her pair of plump, white buttocks seemed to move up and down as if they were alive, accompanied by slight tremors from side to side, making my heart itch unbearably, and I wanted to pounce on her and take a bite. I thought to myself, women are truly unpredictable. Don't you know why I didn't ejaculate? I didn't want it to end so soon, and if I ejaculated, it would be in your mouth, and you would say I harmed you. Besides, she closed the bathroom door when she went in. I'm not a magician; how could I escape on my own? Thinking of this, a smile involuntarily appeared on my lips. Women are just like children. I lay alone on the bed, my penis slowly softening, when I heard Dan Ying making rustling sounds in the bathroom, doing something I didn't know. After a while, I heard a click, and the bathroom door opened. First, I heard the click-clack of high heels on the floor tiles. The clicks only lasted a couple of times before turning into a muffled sound. I looked up and saw Danying, dressed neatly, as if she were about to go out. She wore a creamy white chiffon lace short-sleeved blouse with a stand-up collar. The sheer lace puff sleeves covered Danying's fair, rounded shoulders, a tantalizing glimpse—the designer clearly understood men's psychology. The large embroidered floral pattern on the chest was novel and magnificent, wrapped with gold thread that shimmered under the light. The lace trim along the collar and sleeves was delicate and elegant. What attracted me most was the delicate bow tied below the collar, instantly enlivening the entire lace blouse, adding a touch of playfulness and cuteness to its noble elegance. Danying wore dark blue skinny jeans, with a narrow women's leather belt around her waist. The belt buckle was small, exquisite, and shiny like silver. This outfit made Dan Ying both charming and capable, resembling both an office lady's attire and the attire of a wealthy princess. "The queen has turned into a princess?" I said to Dan Ying with a smile. Dan Ying turned her head to the side, put her hands in her trouser pockets, crossed her legs, and struck a pose in response. Her face was full of pride; she had definitely gotten a great deal again. "The workmanship is exquisite, the lace is very sexy, and the embroidery and bow on the chest are the finishing touches; she looks like a princess," I praised, staring at Dan Ying who was deliberately avoiding my gaze. "The trousers are also nice, but I can't see the shoes; they're hidden by the bed. This outfit...""Where did you buy it? It's really nice. I love it. When the weather gets warmer, you can wear this while we go shopping, and people will definitely think you're my daughter." "Don't talk nonsense. Do you even have a daughter? You sleep with your daughter?" Dan Ying turned her pretty face away, pretending not to care, pointing at me, but her face couldn't hide her pride and smugness. "Where did you buy it?" I asked again. "I bought it, with an 88% discount. As for the brand, you wouldn't even know it. You know, this brand never used to have discounts, but maybe because of the economic crisis, they've followed the local customs." Dan Ying said, the desire on her face fading, replaced by happiness and pride. Looking at Dan Ying's graceful and beautiful figure, my penis involuntarily began to pay homage again. "Baby, okay, I give up. You've almost tortured my little brother to death. If you don't pity me, you should pity it too. If you torture it to death, you'll be the one who suffers in the end." "Stop making excuses. The book says only men have the right to comment on a woman's new clothes before sex; after sex, it's all just empty talk." "Which idiot writer said that? It's completely unrealistic. I'm not like that." "But that writer is a beautiful woman. You know what kind of person you are." Dan Ying smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning down to touch my erect penis. A thin layer of mist slowly rose in her eyes, making them hazy. She said in a coquettish voice, "Okay, I'll let you off this time, but next time it won't be so easy." I chuckled inwardly. Dan Ying was making excuses for herself. "No next time, I won't make the same mistake again. But, baby, your performance just now was absolutely perfect, even the best adult film actress can't compare. Really." "That's the truth. If what happened just now was punishment, then let it be even more intense." Dan Ying untied me, and I immediately hugged her tightly, kissing her sweet lips and sucking the nectar from her mouth. The juice in Dan Ying's mouth was extremely sweet, and I greedily sucked it, as if to make up for what I had just lost. Dan Ying also extended her fragrant lips to meet me, one hand stroking my genitals. I pulled up Dan Ying's short shirt, then released her sweet cherry lips and quickly took off her short shirt. Danying's pair of soft, delicate breasts, as white as snow, suddenly sprang to life, trembling as they appeared, their dazzling whiteness blinding me. Faced with these bouncy, soft little rabbits, my long-suppressed passion erupted instantly. I took one of Danying's breasts into my mouth, while my other hand immediately grasped the other, kneading it from side to side. Danying's beautiful breasts, sweet to the taste and smooth to the touch, under my assault, were like pliable dough, constantly changing shape and then returning to their original form, incredibly elastic. With meticulous care, Danying's skin was as smooth as a young girl's, yet fuller and softer—truly captivating beauty, a natural wonder of snow. Danying's breathing became more rapid. She unbuckled her belt herself and, under my caresses, pulled down her pants. I worried that as she took off her pants, her high heels would slip down, causing her to touch the ground, and then I wouldn't be able to fully enjoy sucking Danying's toes. So, I stopped sucking Danying's breasts and laid her down on the bed. Only then did I see clearly that Danying was wearing a pair of black and bronze high heels. The black parts of the high heels were matte genuine leather, while the toes were shimmering with a metallic bronze sheen. The platform was low, with a wavy pattern inlaid along the bevel, the workmanship was extremely exquisite, making them so unique. The eight-centimeter heel was also bronze, with a small black sole at the bottom. Just looking at these high heels, I could imagine their owner as a glamorous, mature woman. The shoes were still brand new. I pulled off Danying's pants and put the high heels back on her. I liked the feeling of making love like this. At that moment, I felt like a prisoner who hadn't touched a woman for many years. I suddenly pinned Dan Ying down, parted her legs, and explored her vulva with my hands. Dan Ying's labia softly parted, eagerly welcoming me. I parted the petals and thrust my penis into Dan Ying's plump vulva. The labia were already dripping wet and slippery. My penis entered Dan Ying's deepest part without any resistance. The soft, moist flesh of Dan Ying's private parts tightly embraced my penis. My beautiful home, my darling, I'm finally back. "Ah, so deep." Dan Ying frowned slightly and let out a soft cry, "Your penis is so thick!" "My darling's vulva is too small, still like a little girl's. I like it." I nibbled on Dan Ying's snow-white neck, my hands supporting her soft buttocks, pressing inward to make the contact between my penis and Dan Ying's vulva even closer and the friction even stronger. To accommodate Danying's feelings, I slowly but forcefully thrust into her cunt. Each impact sent Danying's body swaying upwards along the sheets, then falling back down with my withdrawal. Danying's naked, snow-white skin was exposed; her full, slightly sagging breasts trembled back and forth. Her tender, plump body seemed to have become a lifeless, lustful mass, allowing me to vent my lust, as my hard penis violated her wanton, yearning vagina. Danying's genitals made continuous slapping sounds, the dark pubic hair above her mons pubis... Her hair was completely soaked, clumped together in strands. At this moment, Danying was no longer the noble, luxurious, and beautiful woman she had been moments before; all that remained was allure and wantonness. Her flushed skin, disheveled hair, writhing hips, and ecstatic expression all revealed her desire and needs. Whether her posture was wanton, her expression lewd, her appearance still beautiful, or her demeanor still dignified, she no longer cared; all that remained was the demand for my energy and the intense, tingling pleasure deep within her flesh. I tried my best to make my penis reach deep into Dan Ying's cervix with each thrust, and to make the base of my penis strike Dan Ying's clitoris with each stroke. Each time I was close to reaching the top, I would ease off a little, pause briefly, and then continue with a short, sharp thrust. Dan Ying enjoyed the intense, tingling stimulation from both inside and out. Her brows, no longer tightly furrowed, relaxed and tightened with each thrust. Her eyelids were half-open, her gaze hazy, her focus unfocused. She continuously emitted ethereal moans. Her round, full buttocks swayed violently from side to side as if trying to break free of my clutches. Dan Ying wrapped her arms around my neck, tilted her head back, and tried to kiss my lips. Her slightly parted cherry lips were bright red and luscious, like a newly blossoming rose, exquisitely beautiful. In the center of the rose's stamen, Dan Ying's tender, moist tongue, writhing with lustful desire, moved back and forth. Large beads of sweat fell from my forehead, dripping onto Dan Ying's cheeks, making her look as if she were crying from my penetration. Thinking of the sexy high heels with bronze toes on Dan Ying's beautiful feet, I suddenly felt a sadistic thrill of successfully raping a mature woman. Dan Ying kissed my lips tightly, sending her cool tongue into my mouth. I greedily kissed Dan Ying's soft, tender secret flesh, belonging only to me. Now only I could suck Dan Ying's saliva. Dan Ying's mouth was full of saliva, and I greedily sucked it in like a thirsty traveler. The illusion of raping a mature woman and the sweet taste of cool, nectar-like liquid, the greatest pleasure still came from the impact of her slippery, beautiful honey hole below. These pleasurable and wonderful stimulations made my desire instantly climb to a higher peak. Electric current surged, and I reached orgasm. A torrent of water gushed out. Dan Ying seemed to be stimulated by the hot semen as well. Her whole body tensed up. She released my lips, rolled her eyes upward, tilted her head back, and her fingernails dug tightly at the junction of my back and neck. She let out some meaningless moans, her two smooth, fleshy legs tightly clamping around my waist, pressing my penis to its deepest point and most intimate contact. My whole body trembled with pleasure, and I could clearly feel the spasms deep within Dan Ying's secret flesh. It felt as if a small mouth inside her honey hole was constantly sucking and absorbing my penis with each ejaculation, making my penis even more unbearably itchy on top of the climax. It was a feeling of continuous climaxes, one wave higher than the next, like combining two ejaculations into one moment, transforming into this superimposed, endless paradise of bliss. I closed my eyes tightly, gripping the soft, white flesh of Danying's buttocks with both hands. All my attention was focused on the penis inserted deep inside her, savoring the most brilliant fireworks of life with all my heart and soul. I truly wished time could stand still at this moment, standing atop the crest of passionate desire, embracing the most alluring, captivating, and ripe flesh of Danying, and slumbering in the turbulent sea of lust, at the pinnacle of its ecstasy.

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