【The Third Night】(1)

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The clock struck ten, the night deepened, but Old You was wide awake. Normally, this would have been

bedtime long ago.

But tonight, for some reason, he felt restless and uneasy. Old You knew

why ; it started when he saw Xiaoling's full breasts and nipples under her pajamas during dinner

. Xiaoling never wore a bra at home, saying it was good for her breast health. While it was

a bit too stimulating for Old You, a widow for many years, he had long since gotten used to it.

However, seeing it again tonight, Old You couldn't help but think of that stormy night last week, that incredibly ecstatic

night .

Old You didn't have much experience in that area. He married at 20, and young people back then were still shy about sex

. He hadn't enjoyed it with his wife many times before she became pregnant. Later,

after giving birth to his son, whom he was incredibly proud of and to whom he poured his life's blood, his wife left him, and he hasn't remarried since.

Old You's experience was practically nonexistent, so he couldn't discern Xiao Ling's true

feelings. Was she pitying him? Did she have feelings for him? Or was she simply seeking comfort out of fear? But one thing

was certain: Xiao Ling wasn't resistant.

As winter passed and Xiao Ling wore less clothing, Old You was surprised to find that she

never . However, when he subtly brought it up with his son, his son explained that wearing underwear for extended periods was bad for one's health,

and besides, she wasn't afraid at home, so he could only accept it.

A few nights later, when Old You went to the bathroom, he unexpectedly bumped into Xiao Ling wearing only a thin nightgown. The first

time, Xiao Ling screamed and ran back to her room, quickly closing the door, leaving Old

You dumbfounded. Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, the two scarlet nipples on her chest and the patch of darkness below remained deeply etched

in his mind. However, the next few times, Xiao Ling was much calmer. The most recent time, she even stood and chatted with Old You

for a few words, leaving him so embarrassed that he didn't know where to look. Of course, the last time was about two months ago,

but strangely, these things always seemed to happen on weekends?

After that day last week, the two of them tacitly kept quiet about it, as if it had never happened.

But tonight, Xiaoling seemed to sense something was wrong; her face was flushed throughout dinner, and she went to

her room early after finishing.

Lao You felt his body getting hotter and hotter, and his lower body was erect. He looked towards the door at the end of the corridor; light was shining through

the crack . She usually went to bed around nine o'clock, so why wasn't she asleep tonight? Was something wrong?

Finding a reason to convince himself, Lao You quietly walked towards the door. With each step, his heart raced,

his head throbbed, and his limbs felt like they didn't belong to him.

When he reached the door, he could clearly hear the sound of the television inside. Xiaoling should still be watching TV. Lao

You stood there for a while, composed himself, and gently turned the doorknob. The doorknob turned silently; the door wasn't locked! Although

he had expected it, Lao You was still overjoyed.

The door opened quietly, letting in a cool breeze. The air conditioner was on, and Xiaoling, dressed in her pajamas and covered with

a thin blanket, was leaning against the bed watching TV. Seeing Lao You enter, Xiaoling blushed and softly called out,

"Dad, you're still awake?"

Lao You's face also flushed. He said, "Not asleep. I came to see what you were doing. Are you hungry?

Want a midnight snack?"

As he spoke, Lao You walked to the bedside. This was the third time he had entered this room.

The moment he reached the bedside, Lao You felt his heart pounding as if it would burst out of his chest, like he was in a dream. Although

the room was cool, his back was drenched in sweat.

Xiaoling shook her head. "I'm not hungry. I'm watching a TV series, it's really good."

Lao You said "Oh," and stood by the bed to watch. The TV was showing a South Korean romance, Xiaoling's

favorite , but Lao You had absolutely no interest in it. Although uninterested, Lao You pretended to be intrigued and stood by the bed

watching. Xiao Ling was explaining the plot to him, and Lao You could only respond with "uh-huhs," but he was

n't really paying attention or listening at all. His mind was completely focused on the goddess on the bed, and

the fragrance wafting from her nose made him even more intoxicated.

After some time, Lao You suddenly heard a very soft voice: "Don't stand there, sit down and watch."

Lao You was startled and turned to look. Xiao Ling was still engrossed in watching TV and didn't turn to look at him,

but her flushed face completely betrayed her.

Lao You scanned the room. Apart from a small stool in front of the dressing table on the other side of the bed, there were no other chairs

in . Should he sit on the bed?

Lao You muttered, "These pants are dirty from sitting outside."

Xiao Ling turned her head but didn't say anything, just gave him a reproachful look and then turned back.

After a brief pause, Lao You gritted his teeth, took off his shorts, climbed onto the bed, and sat half-upright next to Xiao Ling,

pulling the air-conditioning blanket over his thighs. The smooth touch against his legs confirmed that Xiao Ling wasn't wearing pajama bottoms. Lao You turned

to look at the goddess beside him.

Xiao Ling was a petite girl, only about 155cm tall, with a small face and

flawless skin. Looking down, a large expanse of snow-white skin was exposed at her neckline, and through the gap between the two

buttons , a small patch of breast could be glimpsed. Ling's breasts weren't large, just small enough to be grasped in one hand, but they were very firm and supple. Lao You seemed to see those two little cuties being kneaded and deformed

by his hands . 　　Lao You stared unabashedly, his legs completely pressed against Xiao Ling's under the blanket. Xiao Ling remained focused on the television, her face growing increasingly red, but she didn't pull her legs away. 　　Old You felt his blood rush to his head, as if it were about to explode, and his lower body was incredibly hard, his heart pounding as if it would burst out of his chest. Finally, Old You turned around and pulled the goddess in front of him into his arms. Xiao Ling simply hummed softly and nestled obediently in his embrace. 　　Although Old You was extremely excited, he still remembered the goddess's previous teachings. He lowered his head and kissed the earlobe of the beauty . The goddess let out a soft "ah." Old You's kisses traveled down her skin to her face, then to her neck and chest, leaving faint red marks. He could hear the goddess's rapid breathing in his ear. Old You looked up and saw Xiao Ling with her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed, and her chest heaving rapidly.

Old You lowered his head and gently kissed her cherry lips, his tongue skillfully slipping inside, hooking

the small, fragrant tongue hidden within. Their tongues intertwined tirelessly.

The kiss lasted for an unknown amount of time, until the goddess's hands gently pushed against Old You's chest. Only then did Old You lift his head

again . Xiao Ling gently scolded, "Are you trying to suffocate me?"

Old You chuckled awkwardly, and waited until Xiao Ling's breathing calmed before kissing her again. After several kisses like this

, Old You's hands quietly slid down Xiao Ling's shoulders, taking a small, adorable piece of clothing into his hands and

gently kneading it.

Old You felt even hotter, so he took off his shirt and softly asked, "Are you hot too?"

"Mmm..."

Old You reached out to unbutton his loungewear. This was the first time he had unbuttoned

Xiao Ling's clothes in front of the naked eye.

Old You's hands trembled incessantly; buttons that should have been easy to unbutton took him a great deal of effort to open.

A soft "plop" sounded in his ear. Old You looked up and saw Xiao Ling opening her eyes and looking at him, her eyes full of playful mockery

. Old You was even more excited and immediately pounced on her again to kiss her.

With great effort, Old You finally unbuttoned all the buttons.

He reached , while his left hand pulled her clothes away. Xiao Ling's small and lovely breasts were finally in sight again, all

white and proud, the two peaks standing tall and proud, with two bright red cherries protruding high on their peaks.

Old You put one of the cherries into his mouth, licked it for a while, and then sucked on it, making the cherry stand even

more erect. His right hand grasped the other breast, and with the change of his movements, the breast kept changing shape.

His left hand was not idle either, reaching down and gently touching her panties. The panties were very smooth, just

like Xiao Ling's skin.

Xiao Ling moaned softly, her breathing becoming more rapid. As Lao You moved, a spot on her panties gradually became

wet. Lao You's left hand gently rubbed it there, and Xiao Ling's moans grew louder.

Lao You's kisses continued downwards, past her ribs, past her small navel, and down to her lower abdomen. Finally, Lao You

could no longer endure it; he felt his lower body was so hard it felt like it was about to burst. He stopped moving, raised his head again, and looked at

Xiao Ling . Xiao Ling opened her eyes, nodded slightly, and softly hummed in agreement.

He pulled back the covers, and what came into Lao You's view was a pair of pink panties, very thin,

clinging tightly to her body. Lao You reached out and gently pulled down the sides of the panties, his movements so

gentle, as if he were holding a fragile treasure. Taking off his own panties was much easier; Lao You practically ripped

them off.

Along her delicate legs, Lao You kissed his way up from her feet, the smooth skin

captivating , feeling like silk to the touch. Beyond her thighs, what came into Old You's view was a tuft of pubic hair, unkempt

and somewhat disheveled. Further down was her alluring pink vulva, her labia majora slightly parted,

with a few drops of moisture in the center. Old You kissed the pubic hair, feeling a slight itch on his face.

"Ah! No, don't kiss there."

"Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle."

"No, it's dirty there, don't kiss it."

"Okay, okay."

Spreading her delicate legs apart with his own, Old You moved his lower body closer, his hands gripping her slender waist. His

lower body slid gently against Xiao Ling's vulva, pressing against a hollow, and slowly thrusting in

. With a soft moan, it was fully inside, their lower bodies pressed tightly together. That familiar

tightness and warmth made Old You cry out in pleasure.

Xiaoling opened her eyes in surprise and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing, it's just too comfortable."

The beauty in his arms shyly punched his hand, closed her eyes again, and said, "Turn off the light."

"No, I want to look at you properly. I didn't get a good look at you the last few times."

"Nonsense, I didn't get enough of you last morning."

"You're so beautiful, I can't get enough of you!"

"So you can be so cheeky. What's so beautiful about me? I'm just an ordinary-looking girl, short and

not very ."

Old You smiled embarrassedly. He didn't expect himself to become so eloquent, but he

continued, "In my eyes, you're much prettier than those celebrities, and you have a kind heart. I also like petite girls

like , you give people a feeling of wanting to gently protect you."

Xiaoling opened her eyes again, her eyes full of deep affection, gazing into Old You's eyes: "Really?"

Old You looked into those charming eyes, as if he was about to fall into that affectionate gaze:

"Hmm."

Hearing these familiar words, the face before her gradually merged with another somewhat similar face.

Xiaoling closed her eyes again, saying nothing more, but her hands grasped Lao You's arms and gently pulled him down.

Lao You, using the force, fell down, pressing down on Xiaoling, feeling as if his heart was about to melt.

Holding his goddess tightly in his arms, Lao You began to slowly thrust in and out. The foreplay was plentiful; Xiaoling was

very wet, which facilitated Lao You's movements. Lao You's movements gradually quickened, and the resulting pleasure became increasingly

intense , with gurgling sounds coming from below.

Lao You stared intently at that beautiful little face, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly, her cheeks

flushed, and her lips slightly parted, emitting soft moans with each of Lao You's movements.

Xiaoling's eyes suddenly opened slowly, then met Lao You's gaze, before quickly

closing them .

Lao You's movements became even more rapid, and Xiaoling's moans changed from "hmm" to "ah," her lips

opening even wider.

A few minutes later, Xiaoling suddenly let out a high-pitched moan, her hands tightly gripping Lao You, her body

trembling uncontrollably, her vagina seeming to spasm, tightly enveloping Lao You's penis and gently pulsating.

Lao You found it difficult to thrust, so he increased the force of his movements.

"No, don't move, stop for a moment."

"Ah, what's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

"No, I came."

"Ah?"

Xiaoling looked at the bewildered Lao You and explained softly, "I just had an orgasm, girl..."

"You need to rest after your orgasm, it'll be a little uncomfortable to move around at this time."

"Oh, should I come first?"

"No need, I'll rest for a bit."

Old You said "oh," although he didn't fully understand, he knew he needed to stop. So he leaned down

and kissed her red lips.

After a while, Xiao Ling turned her head, avoiding Old You's kiss: "That's enough."

Old You was slightly taken aback, then understood, and his lower body immediately started moving with all his might, thrusting vigorously. The big bed

shook , the bed board and Xiao Ling groaned together, Xiao Ling shook violently, and her breasts also

swung violently.

The cute appearance of the girl under him, frowning and moaning softly, and the violent shaking under his violent thrusts gave Old You

a strong visual impact, the pleasure in his lower body became more and more intense, and a faint tingling sensation came from his sacrum. Old You

knew he was about to ejaculate. He leaned down, slipped his hands under Xiao Ling's armpits, gripped her shoulders tightly,

rested his chin on her left shoulder, and began to thrust more violently.

With a deep growl, Old You felt pleasure rapidly spread throughout his body.

The thick semen that had been stored up for a week gushed from his penis, shooting deep into Xiao Ling's body. The two embraced tightly,

as if there was no space between them.

After a long while, Old You felt his penis shrinking, as if it was about to slip out. Xiao

Ling opened her eyes and said, "Get the tissues from the bedside table."

Old You quickly reached over and grabbed the tissues. As he did so, Xiao Ling's brows furrowed again.

Old You slowly withdrew his penis, feeling the slippery, wet sensation gradually disappear. Then he saw

the white semen gushing from the opening, flowing onto the tissues on the bedside table. Xiaoling sat up and began wiping herself.

She glanced at Lao You, who was staring intently, and scolded, "Pervert!"

Lao You chuckled sheepishly and quickly turned away, but then heard a gasp. Turning back,

he saw that her lower body was soaked. Xiaoling glared at Lao You, ignored him, and

went into the bathroom.

After turning off the TV and main light and turning on the bedside lamp, Lao You lay back down on the bed, staring at the wedding photo on the wall. His

earlier excitement and satisfaction gradually faded, replaced by a growing sense of guilt

. A chill ran through him. He gritted his teeth, pulled the covers over himself, and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the sight.

Suddenly, the bedroom plunged into darkness. With a gentle thud, a

warm fragrant body slipped into the bed. Lao You pulled the naked body into his arms, and the two fell into a deep

sleep. "

...

Hmm? Why is it here again?"

"Hehe, it's hard again."

"Ah, no, you've already come once last night."

"It's okay, Dad's in good health."

"But you just...

"It's been a week, it's fine, look how energetic Dad is."

"Hmm, ah, be gentle."

The sounds of the bed and Xiaoling's moans echoed again in the darkness, accompanied by Lao You's heavy breathing.

Lao

You was in a very good mood. Although Xiaoling firmly rejected his idea of having sex again in the morning, he did

n't care , after all, Xiaoling's reasons were quite valid. However, he didn't believe those reasons. Although he was called Lao You, he

was actually only in his forties, but years of hardship had made him look older, and the villagers and his students used this

to express their respect for him. Lao Wan didn't feel that his physical strength was any different from when he was young, and he was even stronger than his son who lacked

exercise .

Thinking of his son, Old You felt a sharp pain in his heart. It was Thursday, and his son would be back tomorrow night.

What would happen if his son found out? Just thinking about it filled Old You with panic. Old You had already decided that

he must keep this secret and protect this happy family.

This morning, when he hesitantly told Xiao Ling about his decision, Xiao Ling's meaningful smile, or

rather, mockery, made Old You blush deeply. Fortunately, Xiao Ling agreed, which

calmed Old You's anxiety.

Recalling that before leaving the bedroom, he looked back and saw Xiao Ling staring blankly ahead, probably at the wedding photo on the wall,

and heard a faint sigh as he closed the door, Old You decided that if Xiao Ling resisted, he would end the relationship

immediately . But should he give up voluntarily? Old You sighed and shook his head.

(To be continued)

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