The needs of a female bureau chief

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As usual, after receiving An Liming's call, Shen Guozhong quickly opened the car door, started
the engine, fastened his seatbelt, and the car sped off. He opened all the windows, even the
sunroof , and listening to the stereo inside in the strong wind gave him the illusion that all his worries had vanished.

An Liming rushed over, looking nothing like a woman in her mid-forties. She wore white trousers, tightly
but not too tight, clinging to her high, swaying buttocks, while her upper body was clad in a lace-trimmed, tight-fitting, sleeveless shirt
that barely covered her navel and was too wide to cover her hips. Her full breasts made the tight shirt look exceptionally thin, and the two buttons at the chest
were struggling under the weight, as if they might snap and leave her breasts wide open.

Shen Guozhong glanced at her casually, noticing her flushed face and freshly combed hair, the mousse
still wet, the comb marks neat and tidy.

An Liming, the female director of the Public Security Bureau, slumped in the leather seat in the back, looking exhausted. Indeed, she had barely slept a few hours
last night , and hadn't even gone home.

An Liming opened her eyes like a water lily blooming in a pond, staring at the shirtless man tightly entwined around her, and
whispered , "What time is it?"

Looking out from the uncurtained window on the top floor of the hotel, a white
band gradually widened, the reddish swelling in the center a sign that the sun was about to rise.

"It's almost dawn," the man murmured, placing a hand on the bushy
pubic hair between her legs.

An Liming swayed her hips restlessly. "No, you're still not satisfied. How many times do you need to
be satisfied ?" she muttered, but soon she couldn't resist the man's teasing fingers. Her two plump labia
parted, and she could feel the wetness of the juices seeping through. Although she said "no," her body wrapped around the man
, one thigh wrapped around his waist, and her crotch opened even wider to allow his fingers
to caress her .

The man lifted the snow-white sheet, and the light streaming in through the window vividly outlined her undulating
white upper body. She did indeed have a full, rounded chest, the
shape , lively, romantic, and displaying the allure of ripe fruit under the pull of gravity.

After confirming that her plump labia were fully moist, the man supported her
waist with one hand, and with the other hand, he slowly entered her from the side with his erect penis.

An Liming no longer resisted; on the contrary, she actively responded, gently parting her legs
to fully absorb his enormous member.

The man lay on her right side, and with each thrust and withdrawal, her breasts would rise and
fall . This repeated motion, the man gently holding her close, licking her earlobe with his tongue,
one hand around her neck, continuing to roam over her breasts. Her full nipples slowly hardened in his attentive
palm . His other hand rested on her labia, his fingers
lightly teasing the clitoris peeking out.

His stimulation gradually drove her mad, a feeling of reaching a dead end.
An Liming, her desire burning fiercely, was no longer satisfied with this tender, gentle thrusting. She nimbly rolled over like a monkey, straddling
the man, seemingly forgetting the approaching sunrise and the coming daylight, and began to actively
writhe her body.

The man seemed initially surprised and flustered, but was quickly aroused by a heightened desire. He seemed
to hear her body rubbing against the subtle air currents, producing soft, muffled "plop plop plop" sounds. Her
light abandon and heavy slams continued endlessly. Finally, as the sun rose,
painting , An Liming whispered, "I can't take it anymore." Then she arched her upper body and cried out, "Give it to
me!"

The man hesitated for a moment, but immediately realized she wanted him to reach the peak with her. He
pressed his lower abdomen against her, trying to push harder. His swollen and elongated penis horrified her senses, and she
involuntarily shouted, "Hurry, give it to me..."

With this cry, all her mucous membranes clung tightly to his penis, and he finally ejaculated,
releasing all that he had been holding back.

An Liming let out a scream like someone on the verge of death, reaching orgasm in slight, rapid spasms. It was
a satisfied cry of draining a man's essence, a triumphant shout after defeating a persistent man; both
reached their climax at sunrise.

Shen Guozhong escorted the director to her office, and as usual, hurriedly brewed her ginseng tea before
tidying up the files haphazardly piled on her desk.

Shen Guozhong picked up the watering can to get some water from the bathroom, when he suddenly glimpsed An Liming changing clothes through the half-open bedroom door
. She was naked before him, pulling down her underwear,
her back curving gracefully, her slender waist and rounded hips undulating, every inch of
her body alive.

Shen Guozhong wasn't the kind of man who could remain unmoved by such a sight. His throat parched, he picked up the freshly brewed ginseng
tea and gulped it down, feeling a broad, slow current of heat flowing down his throat, his heart pounding in
the hot tea . The thing in his crotch was suspiciously growing wildly, bulging
like . He quickly sat down on the chair before she came out.

An Liming, dressed in a dark gray summer uniform, slowly walked out of the bedroom. A rosy
glow slowly appeared on her face, illuminating the office filled with lush green plants in front of the window. Shen Guozhong
hadn't put down the showerhead in his hand when he thought of An Liming's fair skin again, and his face turned pale.

An Liming gave completely different impressions in her police uniform and in a sweater. In a sweater, she looked cute and
pitiful , more like a mature woman with alluring beauty. In her police uniform, she was reserved and composed, which
suited the environment better, with a seductive reserve hidden in her imposing presence. She was over forty, with a beauty like a flower in its final,
radiant bloom .

Shen Guozhong's heart suddenly swelled, making it hard to breathe. He could hear
the cicadas chirping , their all-night chorus sounding like tinnitus. He stared out the window, and in the reflection of the closed glass, he saw a
figure, his blood boiling wildly as if a floodgate had been opened.

Shen Guozhong responded cheerfully, even a little giddy. His colleagues from other departments in the hallway laughed.
Some greeted him, while others cast curious glances at the tall, thin newcomer. He
straightened his clothes and tidied his hair in front of the gleaming stainless steel elevator doors. Shen Guozhong hadn't been driving for the female director for long, yet he had already gained her deep trust in such
a short time—something even he found unbelievable.

A black Crown slowly pulled in like a dragon and stopped in front of the office building. Shen Guozhong was
adjusting the floor mats when he felt something gently bumping against him from behind. Startled, he jumped up and
swung his hand to shake it off. He then realized it was Liu Xuan dusting it off with his briefcase. He loudly slapped his backside to cover his
embarrassment.

Liu Xuan took off his sunglasses, pointed to the car, and said, "Don't waste your time. Sometimes washing the car too
clean isn't good either."

Shen Guozhong wiped his hands with a cloth, looking puzzled, and asked, "What do you mean, brother?"

Liu Xuan whispered mysteriously in his ear, "Brother, work hard. Director An
has prepared an apartment for you in the development that Lao Dao is building. Come and see it with me sometime."

"I didn't know that. Thanks, brother." Shen Guozhong almost shouted.

Liu Xuan took a plastic bag from his own car and handed it to him, then smiled and told him to have a drink sometime before
getting into the black car.

As they passed the conference room, An Liming's speech was still going on. Her powerful and infectious
voice could be heard: "I'm a very humane person. If you treat me well, I'll repay you tenfold."

An Liming never directly accepted gifts from others; even if she wanted something, she usually did it through someone she
considered trustworthy. Without even opening the plastic bag, Shen Guozhong knew it contained banknotes, nearly two
hundred thousand yuan . As usual, he always kept the cash in a safe hidden in the closet in An Liming's bedroom, then followed
An Liming's instructions to store it or use it for other purposes.

He bent down and picked up the underwear from the floor. He saw a patch of congealed
white stain at the crotch. Shen Guozhong seemed to hear his own heartbeat, the sound of blood flowing. He rubbed his hand against the soft fabric
, suddenly realizing that his manhood was throbbing erect. His right hand held the stack of banknotes
wrapped , while his left hand quietly slipped inside his pants. The thing looked very erect and
frighteningly large. He pulled it out and held it in his palm, feeling it throbbing.

In the bright morning light, he opened his eyes wide. In the warm air, a throbbing penis was present.
He saw the bluish-gray glans like a drop of semen hanging from an ice crystal. He wiped his glans with his crimson silk underwear;
the thin fabric, like a tingling tongue, licked his smooth penis, sending a wave of pleasure through his body.
Enclosed by the two pieces of crimson silk, he felt as if under a spell, his fingers moving rapidly and uncontrollably. Shen Guozhong had entered a beautiful, red, carnal world through
his palms . The paper package in his right hand fell off, the bundle of banknotes landing
on the carpet, with a few loose bills scattered.

His swollen veins pressed against his dark penis as he moved rapidly. He closed his eyes, waiting for the most primal
pleasure, waiting for a climax that would send forth countless sperm.

A sudden orgasm surged from his lower abdomen throughout his body. Shen Guozhong let out a long sigh,
satisfying himself with a passion that even he found slightly nauseating. He released himself from the spasms, the
white stained with freshly added milky semen. He knelt down to pick up the banknotes scattered on the floor, noticing
white stains on the pink bills as well—the most authentic scent of his body.

Shen Guozhong, of course, was unaware that during this time, An Liming had
meticulously observed him countless times while he was in his office or eating at the dinner table. She didn't know that while he was washing his car downstairs, she had
gazed at him for a long time through the office window. The dense grapevines and impenetrable branches obscured her view, forcing
her to move to the bedroom, or even the bathroom, to pull him closer and magnify him through the gaps in the grape leaves. She scrutinized
the sweat on his forehead like a jeweler examining a diamond or agate under a magnifying glass; she looked at
the veins on his rolled-up sleeves, the rhythmic throbbing of his waist, and the taut buttocks bulging in his trousers, like admiring
a piece of fine, bluish-purple jade.

An Liming felt she could no longer tolerate it, especially since all of this happened to her subordinate, her lover. She
felt she had been fooled and wanted to take back this humiliating relationship. Shen Guozhong, however, remained
completely oblivious, like a locust tree by the roadside, unable to smell the fragrance of a peony confined in a garden.

The kitchen and bathroom were connected, and the sound of running water came from under the door. Old Chen
glanced , through the slightly ajar door, saw his wife's naked, plump, and smooth body. A few drops of water
slid from her loose hair to her chest, glistening like pearls, sliding down
her deep cleavage, as if unwilling to leave, very slowly, until finally settling into her bud-like navel, lingering
there , gathering into a clear little pond. His gaze instantly became hazy.

He stared blankly at his wife in the bathroom, as if she weren't a woman he knew well,
not his wife. She was bending down to put on a pair of lace panties, which made her legs appear even longer and
more alluring. He watched her put on a pink robe, a thin
, embroidered robe. Her skin was so white, and
the contrast stirred a surge of desire within him. He burst open the bathroom door, slipped a hand
inside her robe, and covered An Liming's full breasts, which were exposed beneath the robe.

An Liming was drying her wet hair in front of the mirror when she suddenly turned away, trying to avoid him. A few
drops of water splashed onto his face and body. He was annoyed. This was his wife; why was he pacing
around He used a forceful touch, his arm quickly twisting, and his hand eagerly slipped inside her underwear
, immediately touching the pubic area on her inner thigh.

"Stop touching me like that, it's annoying," she said rudely in the mirror.

"Annoying? Me?" he stammered.

"Yes, you're annoying, I hate you." She pulled his hand out of her underwear and flung it away,
sending his hand flying and hitting the wall. Although he had repeatedly told himself he wouldn't get angry, he was
now furious, practically bursting with rage.

"What, don't I have the right?"

"Fine, if you want it, I'll give it to you, as long as you have the ability." An Liming said as she moved.
She took off her lace panties and tossed them aside. Naked, she walked to the sofa in the living room, spread
her legs, and lay down. Old Chen hurriedly pulled down his pants and pounced on his wife, his face
truly resembling that of a rapist.

Between An Liming's freshly washed thighs, the pubic hair was glossy and smooth, her labia thick
and full . Old Chen gently pried them apart with his fingers, revealing a pink, glistening opening with some juice seeping out.
With his other hand, Old Chen guided his penis to her fleshy labia, trying to force it in,
but to no avail. Only when An Liming tightly manipulated it did he finally manage to insert it into her warm, moist vagina. She tilted her head back and closed her
eyes. Just as his penis was halfway in, Old Chen felt a surge of excitement. He tightly embraced his wife's arms,
his hips thrusting rapidly, before he himself groaned and ejaculated repeatedly.

A man's vigorous drive is like a fish thrashing in a muddy pond—superficial and fleeting. An Liming's pent-
up desire, just aroused, vanished completely the moment he finished so quickly. She opened her eyes;
their faces were close, one above the other, glaring at each other. Beads of sweat glistened on his face; he was
horrified by his own impotence, the sweat streaming down his dark cheeks.

A vase sat on the coffee table, its small blue trumpet-shaped vase drooping languidly, as if waiting for someone to comfort
it. The room was dark; the last rays of the setting sun still lingered by the window just past six, An Liming's snow-white legs
dangling in the dim light. Her heart ached when she saw his stubborn lips turn white, his
eyes gleaming with a cold, glassy light, the way they stared forward so terrifying that she
couldn't help but cover them with her soft hand. She could feel his eyelashes
fluttering , and she felt a string of cold tears roll from her hand into the crook of her arm.

He shook off her hand, dragging his heavy steps, and staggered back to the bedroom. She followed him in and saw
him sitting hunched over on the bed, his hands cradling his head. He understood the contents of his wife's eyes; they seemed to be
filled not only with tolerance but also with a hint of pity and regret.

Later, she discovered with horror that despite their numerous sexual encounters, her husband showed no sign of
regaining . So, she secretly examined her husband's semen repeatedly and carefully.
At first glance, everything seemed normal. Now she couldn't hold back any longer and went to consult a urologist, giving him
many aphrodisiac and kidney-tonifying drugs, but nothing worked.

That's when Liu Xuan appeared, a
subordinate with a rugged face, slightly dark skin, a broad, resolute chin. This handsome, dashing
young , naturally attracted a woman like An Liming, full of romantic fantasies, despite their
ten-year age difference and An Liming's beauty.

She used her power to satisfy his demands time and again, and used her connections to do things for him that
she herself was unwilling to do. She was always amazed by Liu Xuan's sensual charm, which deeply aroused
her desire. In bed, Liu Xuan always managed to make her completely submissive and intoxicated. For this ecstatic
feeling, she willingly allowed him to be affectionate, doting, and even blackmailing her.

Just when she naively believed that love was like the shimmering surface of a lake, sparkling with dazzling light, every glimmer
, even the splash of a drop of water, contained tenderness and sweetness, she sensitively sensed that sometimes, beneath this
beautiful surface, there surged undercurrents and whirlpools capable of destroying everything. An Liming wasn't stupid; someone who had reached
her current position certainly wasn't. A woman her age wasn't exactly serene or overly
sentimental .

Shen Guozhong also had a room opposite the bureau chief's office. He usually sat quietly at
his desk reading, sometimes for hours on end. He was oblivious to the other people coming and going in the corridor, but his ears
were always perked up, listening to the sounds from across the hall. Whenever An Liming came out, he would look up, enjoying
observing her subtle expressions and every movement.

An Liming seemed to know that this tall, handsome man, like the boy next door, was observing her. In fact,
she secretly enjoyed his watchful gaze, like a mouse cautiously peeking out of its hole—it was quite
stimulating . She could already feel the burning desire of the young man.

As the workday was drawing to a close, Shen Guozhong received a typhoon warning. He took the city's phone records into
the bureau chief's office and saw An Liming sitting comfortably in a leather chair behind her large desk, making a phone call. She was elegant and beautiful,
her long, slender legs crossed in the center of the large desk, her cream-colored high heels radiating
an air of arrogant arrogance. She continued talking incessantly, fiddling with the phone cord in her hand,
the round cord coiled around her wrist like a small snake.

Shen Guozhong placed the notice in front of her, then strolled to the windowsill to wait. Another potted plant on the windowsill
had bloomed , a small, very red flower, quietly opening.

The upper floors were gradually plunging into darkness, the lights from other buildings in the distance flickering
like starlight against the black curtain.

Shen Guozhong threw himself onto the windowsill, letting the wind blow against him for a while. Feeling tired, he buried his face
in his arms. His childlike demeanor evoked a maternal reaction in An Liming. She wanted to
kiss the back of his hair, to kiss his thoughtful face. Just seeing him like that made her feel a soft
, warm sensation well up inside her. Her heart was warm, but her hands and feet were cold, and she shivered. This cold
, reversed flow of pleasure convulsed her whole body, sometimes strong, sometimes weak.

His back was clearly visible in the dim light: a tall figure, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a round, firm bottom—
all the features she had seen before. An Liming hesitated for a moment, then strolled towards him.
Unexpectedly, Shen Guozhong's senses were unusually sharp; sensing someone behind him, he turned around abruptly. This
was far from An Liming's original intention. She felt as if she had stumbled backward several steps, feeling dizzy.

"Looks like I won't be able to go home tonight," An Liming said, as if talking to herself, yet also to him. A dim light
shone in from the window, illuminating the potted plant; the branches seemed to stretch, the buds
seemed flickered on and off.

Nothing happened that night. There were no sirens of police cars, fire trucks, or ambulances, no emergency calls
, no typhoon, not even a fly bothered. Then it started to rain heavily, a torrential downpour.
The city was engulfed in a deluge of water, turning the streets and alleys into rivers of all sizes.

Shen Guozhong had barely lain down when the phone rang. No one answered for a long time. He rushed out
, but then heard some noises coming from the office. Afraid of bumping into her in the dark, he
decided go back inside.

An Liming came out of the bedroom, but seemed to fumble for the phone in her haste. Shen Guozhong, standing outside the door,
flipped the light switch. Under the light, he was stunned. She had just gotten out of bed, wearing
only a thin nightgown, unbuttoned, her chest exposed.

Shen Guozhong stood there, deeply shaken, a sudden surge of excitement welling up inside him. She picked up
the receiver
. She turned away, her hair disheveled and swept aside, her eyelashes drooping. In her haste to leave,
she had kicked off one of her slippers, leaving her bare foot resting on the instep of the other.
The call ; it must have been a wrong number. An Liming, unsteady on her feet, slumped into a chair, her hand still on
the phone. Shen Guozhong, his hand on the doorknob, indicating he wouldn't say much, nodded and smiled at her, saying, "I thought
something serious had happened."

"Nothing, it just disconnected," she replied casually, one foot peeking out from under her pajamas
, blindly searching for her shoe. Shen Guozhong watched as
that but still couldn't find it. He couldn't bear to watch any longer and stepped forward to bend down and pick it up for her, but she had already stepped inside.

Shen Guozhong felt embarrassed again and asked somewhat awkwardly, "I ca
n't sleep ."

An Liming chuckled, "I can't sleep anyway." With that, she turned on a
lamp on her desk, the light illuminating her face. He had never seen her so serene.

Shen Guozhong leaned against the window, turning his head to look at the dark rain and mist outside. The deafening roar of the pouring rain filled the
quiet room. The leaves, like tail grass, trembled in the wind, their slender black silhouettes swaying erratically
. He could almost hear a string of tiny, incoherent notes, like the bells of a horse under the eaves.

Shen Guozhong paced back and forth with his hands in his pockets, watching her for a long time. His eyes flickered with desire
, but she was engrossed in flipping through some files. Annoyed, Shen Guozhong moved closer and helped her turn
the files, intentionally disturbing her, but she ignored him.

Shen Guozhong was both angry and afraid. He reached out from behind the chair to embrace her, turning her face towards him. An Liming
skillfully turned her face away, as if she had been prepared all along. They kissed. Shen Guozhong forcefully pressed her
against the desk, a series of loud thuds as the folders on the desk rolled to the floor.

The potted plant on the windowsill was white with hints of blue and purple, its color tinged with moonlight even in daylight. There
was no it seemed as if a moon was shining.

Shen Guozhong held her tightly in his arms and kissed her lips deeply. His kiss was fiery,
scalding her cheeks.

In that instant, An Liming felt as if she were standing on the edge of a beautiful, deep pool, a little trembling,
yet her heart was filled with waves of emotion. Gazing at Shen Guozhong in the soft light, the light in his eyes possessed
a mesmerizing power. He was so close; she could hear his breath, smell his scent, and see
the iridescent hues of his skin.

She stared blankly for a long time, then suddenly lowered her head. He reached out and touched her shoulder, and she pressed her forehead against
his chest. Shen Guozhong felt her trembling violently, even her teeth chattering. He gently shook her,
but she continued to shake fiercely, making it difficult for him to hold her.

Shen Guozhong grabbed her, almost like a robber, and without a word, quickly dragged her to
the bed in the bedroom. At that moment, An Liming's mind went blank. If she had any remaining control
, she should have pushed him off the bed, but she was neither cautious nor did she want to be. She just
stared wide-eyed as he stripped off her clothes piece by piece. She noticed that the air in the huge room
was now filled with a bluish-green hue, spacious and silent, filled with such an unfamiliar scent.

It was dark and the lights were off. She lay there, motionless, but her body felt like she was sitting in
a car , the summer wind whipping against her cheeks.

They kissed, their kisses slow and lingering. An Liming found
even a pre-coital kiss incredibly pleasurable, and the desire that followed grew even more alluring. His bare, taut
skin gleamed with a bronze glow, pressed passionately and intimately against her fair body. Her delicate fingers traced his
chest, and his full, firm breasts pressed even closer to hers, causing her body to contract in waves.

Shen Guozhong teased her nipples with his warm, moist tongue, then slowly moved downwards.
The curly hair on her lower abdomen resembled rays of sunlight, a cool sensation mingling with the warmth of his tongue,
almost making her faint. Streams of fluid seeped from deep within her womb. An Liming could no longer endure
such gentle teasing. Her hands frantically searched his
lower abdomen 's belt. Unbuttoning it was a struggle, but she eventually pulled down his zipper,
revealing his erect member.

That magnificent, erect thing darted through the air like an eagle, poised to swoop down and prey,
gripping a hard, full, even heavy sensation.

She didn't know when, but Shen Guozhong had already pulled down his pants and underwear. An Liming's legs were loosely wrapped around his
waist , her crotch swaying restlessly as if burned.
When her buttocks pressed against him, she saw the trembling of his youthful waist. He entered, his large, round glans barely touching her labia before his
soft waist sank in, and he thrust sharply inside.

The frighteningly large penis caused her a slight throbbing pain. "No, no!" she
screamed . He showed no mercy, relentlessly pushing his penis deep inside. An Liming sighed,
now completely and utterly devouring the man's member. The pain quickly turned into ecstasy, and she couldn't help but open her eyes,
looking at him with a mixture of love and resentment.

A brief silence followed, then An Liming's hands, like black feathers, reached out from both sides and
gripped his neck.

Shen Guozhong was indeed deeply inside her at that moment, but once touched by her soft, wrinkled...
The folds of flesh were so tight, her labia slippery and swollen like jellyfish. Whether advancing or retreating, he
had to obtain her obedience and cooperation.

Shen Guozhong's large hand scooped up her full buttocks with one hand and placed the other on her slender waist. He tried
to move his hips, but her legs wrapped around him even more tightly, and she slowly arched her upper body upwards,
suspending and pressing against Shen Guozhong. He could only lower his waist and gently place her down. After repeating this several times, she seemed to gradually
adapt to his thrusting, laying herself flat on the bed. Shen Guozhong felt that thrusting was much smoother and suddenly
increased the speed, moving violently.

An Liming felt a long, heavy surge of emotion within her chest, like the resounding beat of drums. She heard
increasingly intense . Her mind went blank, and the oppressive darkness pressed down on her. Shen Guozhong's violent thrusts were like
a fully-powered chariot, rumbling and grinding in with a brutal impact. Their bodies writhed and
twisted, like a pretzel, frantically intertwining and squeezing. Her labia, dripping with lustful fluids, quickly
soaked the surrounding pubic hair.

At this moment, An Liming was no longer the hesitant, trembling woman she had been before. Instead, she had become
a fiery bird of passion. Just by looking at her uninhibited, greedy, and energetic posture, it was
clear that the roles of man and woman had been reversed.

She arched her back to receive his thrusts, her two plump, pink legs kicking like drums. She groaned
, a loud, frantic groan that eventually became completely uncontrollable, uttering only isolated notes
intermittently Shen Guozhong, too, breathed heavily, his voice churning like a giant tub, violently
stirring, creating a deafening, earth-shattering sound.

She clutched her plump buttocks, thrusting against him while howling, her disheveled hair steaming
like . Like a wronged child crying, she didn't know how to stop, her
cries continuing even at her most desperate, laboriously saying, "No, no, don't do this." Concentrating solely on overcoming the surging
desire, she kept saying, "No, no!" completely forgetting her earlier embarrassment at being unable to move under his pressure,
relentlessly pursuing the limits of pleasure.

The rain pounded down, like hammering on one's head, the world feeling adrift and uncertain. After a while, her
hair became increasingly disheveled, and the expression on her face, hidden by her hair, looked increasingly tense, as if she was about to cry
. Shen Guozhong thought that she was probably close to climaxing, as they said.

A woman like her, who was initially reserved and meticulous in her actions, once
liberated , knowing pleasure and excitement, and then becoming as unrestrained as a mature woman, ultimately indulging deeply in
the world of erotic love, that was her process of physical depravity, and also the appearance of her body after its latent instincts were restored. For Shen
Guozhong, nothing was more stimulating or moving than witnessing this transformation.

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