Picking up flowers in the morning and evening 1

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Following the address written by Mr. An, I found myself in an old residential area. The gate, made of blackened steel pipes, the cramped gatehouse built of cement bricks, the dilapidated cement flowerbeds, and the sparse, half-dead shrubs all betrayed the destitution and poverty of the residents. Although I had somewhat prepared myself, seeing this scene still lowered my expectations. Before setting off, I hesitated for a moment about whether to bring flowers or cigarettes and alcohol as gifts, which now seemed laughable. If I had appeared here with a bouquet of flowers, I would have attracted a lot of attention, completely contradicting my intention to keep a low profile.
The area was almost deserted. The old man at the gatehouse sat in a daze; I passed in front of him without even glancing at him. Building 9, Unit 1, Room 301… The wooden door in front of me was peeling paint, and a plastic bag filled with trash—fish scales and vegetable scraps—lay on the door. I composed myself and knocked on the door.
The door was only half a foot open, revealing half a face. My first impression was of her whiteness. A pair of bright, lively eyes graced her delicate, fair face. She smiled slightly at me and quickly lowered her head: "You're here!" She
opened the door and bent down to take a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet for me.
In that instant, I saw a blush rise to her fair neck.
After placing the slippers, she said, "I'm still cooking, please have a seat," and ran into the kitchen. Before entering, she glanced back at me quickly with a smile.
I suddenly understood why Mr. An had given her the nickname "Nightingale."
Locals often speak Mandarin with a heavy southern accent, making it difficult to understand. But she had no accent; her tone was gentle and melodious, instantly evoking affection.
The living room wasn't large, but it was exceptionally tidy. Hand-crocheted cushions adorned the fabric sofa, and a pot of green tea was already brewed on a small coffee table. The furniture was clearly from ten years ago, but the woman of the house had taken good care of it. This suddenly gave me a warm feeling, like stepping into a mother fox's den.
Instead of sitting down for tea, I followed her into the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe and watching her busy figure. She was
the average height of a southern girl, probably around 162 cm. She wore an apron that accentuated her slim waist, and her hairstyle was a "young woman's bun," with a few strands swaying as she moved. She wore pink Hello Kitty slippers, revealing a girlish side hidden within this young woman.
I made a little noise, walked behind her, and softly asked, "Need any help?" I greeted her with my brightest smile as she turned around.
She was almost a head shorter than me. Looking up at me with a mixture of surprise and shyness, she said, "No, thank you. It'll be ready soon…you can wait outside!"
I saw a small stew pot bubbling away beside me; lifting the lid revealed fish head and tofu soup. I took an exaggerated deep breath: "It smells so good!" while making a drooling face.
She chuckled, her expression relaxing. She flipped the pot over and pushed me out of the kitchen with both hands: "I told you to wait outside..."
Hearing her soft, coquettish voice, my heart skipped a beat, secretly pleased that the trip hadn't been in vain.
Sitting on the sofa, drinking tea and watching the mindless cartoons of the time, I slowly began to appreciate her appearance. If I had to rate her, she'd be at most an 80. Her flaws were slightly light eyebrows and slightly protruding teeth. But her fair skin and pleasant voice were definitely pluses. Plus, her face was the small, palm-sized type I liked; I didn't pay particular attention to her breasts and buttocks, but her waist was slender, so her figure shouldn't be too bad... I just wondered if her skin on her body was as white as her face and neck... Thinking about this, I suddenly realized I had unconsciously let out a lewd grin.
She brought out the last two dishes, and seeing me watching cartoons, she smiled again, looking down at me.
I stood up, indignantly asking, "What's wrong? Can't I watch cartoons? It just shows I'm still a child at heart!"
This made her laugh again.
While she was still clearing the dishes, I started opening the bottle of red wine I'd brought. Without giving her a chance to refuse, I asked her to get two glasses to have a drink with me. For a first date, caution is never excessive, so I only chose a bottle of ordinary dry red wine costing a little over 300 yuan.
She hesitated slightly, then blushed slightly, and silently took two stemmed glasses from the cabinet.
The two glasses had unique designs and excellent craftsmanship; they were clearly not ordinary. A thought struck me, remembering something. But I didn't mention it, simply pouring a small sip into each glass.
We sat down facing each other, the atmosphere slightly awkward. I raised my glass first, thanking her for preparing such a delicious meal, and suggested I drink the first sip while she drank half. Seemingly pleased with my politeness, she relaxed after taking a small sip.
I started by praising her cooking skills, showering her with compliments and offering occasional suggestions, which finally piqued her curiosity. She asked if I ever cooked myself.
That was a topic for conversation. When I was in the army, I was stationed in the northern border region, where I had to prepare most of my own food and drink. Now, as a businesswoman, I travel all over the country, entertaining guests and socializing, so I naturally have a lot of experience with food. Just take this fish head tofu soup as an example: what are the characteristics of the fish head from Tan's Fish Head in Nanchang? What are the secrets of the five-star chef at the Jinjiang Hotel in Wuhan? What unique techniques do the boatmen at the Songhua River guesthouses have? Clearly, my experiences piqued her interest.
I changed the subject, saying with a touch of arrogance, "Your master has passed on so many secrets to you without you even realizing it; you should at least reciprocate!" As I said this, I casually poured her half a glass.
She was forced to toast me, but I seized the opportunity to ask her to take a deep sip. I drank it with her, secretly chuckling to myself: how can a man have a chance if a woman doesn't get drunk?
After taking a bite of food, I changed the subject: "I only have three great hobbies in life. First, playing basketball, a habit I picked up during my time in the army; second, good food—when I eat something delicious, I think about how to cook it; and third…"
I teased her, looking directly into her attentive eyes and giving her a knowing smile.
She immediately understood. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but two red clouds quickly rose to her cheeks, even her fair neck turned slightly pink.
Not wanting to get to the point so quickly, I changed the subject again.
The first meal is always the easiest; everything is fresh and new. I controlled the pace and atmosphere of the conversation, making her happy with jokes and banter, while also coaxing and urging her to down a third of the bottle of red wine. Seeing that her alcohol tolerance was indeed limited, she was already seven-tenths drunk, her eyes glazed over, her face flushed. Not wanting her to get too drunk, I finished the rest of the wine and started eating.
Being a soldier, I ate faster and had a larger appetite than most people. I glanced up at her, and I almost had a hallucination: her gentle expression as she watched me wolf down my food was almost one of tenderness and adoration. My heart skipped a beat, and I told myself: Don't overdo the acting; I can't go back to being a shareholder after all this stock speculation.
After dinner, she cleared the dishes, while I continued drinking tea and watching TV, pondering how to move on to the next part.
She fiddled around in the kitchen for a while, then came out but didn't go to the living room; instead, she went straight into the bedroom. A short while later, carrying several pieces of underwear, she lowered her head and took small, hesitant steps into the bathroom, not even daring to look at me as she passed by. Seeing her shy expression, I couldn't help but laugh out loud, causing her to hurry into the bathroom and quickly close the door.
Hearing the soft sound of running water inside, my lust was aroused. I fantasized about that alluring body in the steamy mist, and my little brother couldn't help but awaken.
Perhaps she was impatient, or perhaps women are just that troublesome, but I felt like she'd been showering for a full half hour, and the sound of running water hadn't stopped. A mischievous thought crossed my mind, and I ran to the bathroom door and knocked.
Her slightly nervous voice immediately came from inside: "Hey… what do you want?"
I said with a smile, "I can't hold it anymore, I need to pee!"
After a while, she said, "Wait a minute, almost done!"
A few more minutes passed before the door finally opened. She was flushed, more beautiful than a peach blossom, wearing a floral print slip dress over her clothes. Perhaps finding it too revealing, she wore a thin, round-neck short-sleeved t-shirt underneath, covering her upper body. A few strands of wet hair clung to her neck and shoulders, adding to her allure.
I chuckled and blocked her way, preventing her from leaving. This caused her to throw a playful tantrum, raising her fists as if to punch me. Instinctively, I grabbed her arms; her skin was smooth to the touch, and I couldn't resist any longer, lowering my head to kiss her red lips. She turned away, struggling several times, repeatedly saying, "Don't...don't do this...take a shower first..."
I thought to myself, good things should be savored slowly. So I suppressed my desire, let her go, and started showering.
On the way, she timidly knocked on the door, bringing me a new towel and a men's bathrobe. I jokingly pretended to pull her in, but she was prepared, giggling and running away.
The bathrobe was quite long, but it fit me well at 1.8 meters tall. Upon closer inspection, it was a top brand, made of real silk and velvet. I naturally knew what it meant, and my excitement subsided slightly.
When I came out, she was sitting on the sofa, feigning composure, her eyes fixed on the television, which was showing a ridiculous war drama.
Having already made my move, I didn't want to be cautious anymore. I boldly sat down next to her, gently put my arm around her shoulder, smoothed her hair with my other hand, gently sniffed her neck, exclaimed how fragrant she smelled, and then kissed her. She could no longer hold back; her body trembled slightly.
I captured her earlobe with my lips, kissing and nibbling, pouring my heavy breath into her ear canal. Stealing a glance, I saw she had her eyes closed, an expression of utter surrender. Only her trembling eyelashes and heavy breathing betrayed her secret desires.
My right hand began its assault, moving upwards, caressing her rounded upper arm, reaching behind her back, easily unhooking her bra. Just as I turned back to the front, ready to grasp those two soft mounds, she began to struggle.
I chuckled inwardly; was it too late?
She suddenly opened her eyes, looking directly at me: "You still haven't told me your name."
I…
although Young Master An had already explained it was just a one-night stand. I assumed she understood. I never expected her to ask me this question.
After hesitating for only half a second, I told the truth: "My surname is Ye, and my name is Ye Xing. You can call me Brother Ye."
She seemed to murmur "Ye Xing" twice, then said, "My surname is Su, and my name is Su Mei."
I knew what she meant. I said, "I'll remember." I smiled wickedly, "Let's see just how soft and beautiful you are."
One hand reached into forbidden territory and grasped one of her breasts. She let out a soft moan and closed her eyes, not daring to look at me. The
freshly peeled chicken head meat in my hand wasn't exactly succulent, but it was soft as cotton in my hand, smooth to the touch, and the little red nipple on it had already quietly hardened. I rubbed it slightly with the base of my thumb, which made her let out a few barely audible moans. My desire burned fiercely, and I pushed her down onto the sofa and pressed down on her, kissing her lips and nibbling them carefully, my hands moving up and down, my erect penis rubbing against the flesh between her legs.
Su Mei's eyes were tightly closed, her face flushed. Her little tongue, unable to withstand my repeated thrusts, finally extended and intertwined with mine. Just as I reached out to pull down her panties, she grabbed them, looking at me pleadingly, "Please don't do it here... please, inside, okay?"
I laughed and said, "No way." I got up, swept her up in my arms, and carried her into the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed and starting to undress her.
She was already naked, her resistance tinged with desire. Under the living room light, I carefully examined this woman's body that would be mine tonight: as I expected, her skin was white and tender, without a single mole. Because of her shyness, she curled up, which only accentuated her firm, rounded buttocks, making me decide that I couldn't miss the opportunity for doggy style tonight; her breasts were larger than they felt to the touch, her areolas the size of coins, very light in color, her nipples like soybeans, already erect. She covered her face with her hands, seemingly aware of my scrutiny, and begged me to close the door so the room would be dark.
I refused. I replied, "Seeing is believing." I took off my robe and covered her delicate body.
This time, I wasn't in a rush. I left kisses and caresses on her ears, neck, shoulders, back, and lower abdomen, but avoided her breasts and genitals, teasing her until her brows furrowed and her legs crossed.
When I kissed her lips again, she reacted passionately, hugging me tightly, her tongue entering my mouth, opening and closing her legs, silently expressing her desire.
It was time to pluck.
I grasped my throbbing member, searching for the entrance in her pubic area. Her lower body was already wet. When the head found the slippery spot, I gently pushed in half an inch, and we both paused simultaneously.
It felt so good!
Even with ample lubrication, I still paused several times during penetration.
The beauty beneath me frowned slightly, pushing against my chest several times, urging me to slow down. Only after I was fully inside did I experience her tightness and rhythm.
Some women's vaginas are tight at the front and loose at the back, some are loose at the front and tight at the back, and some are completely loose. But a vagina like hers, with its gentle, even grip, seemingly irregularly squeezing, is truly rare.
After a brief moment of sensation, I began to slowly thrust in and out. This caused Su Mei, who had just opened her eyes, to close them again, her breath coming in soft gasps, a mixture of pleasure and torture.
After about a hundred thrusts, she had basically adjusted. Watching me ride her freely, her gentle eyes held a mixture of shame, tenderness, and even a hint of helplessness.
Seeing her somewhat unwilling yet resigned expression as I fucked her, my desire to conquer surged.
I lifted the back of her neck, raising her head to make her look at our joined bodies.
From her perspective, the first thing that should catch her eye is probably her pair of swaying breasts. Looking down, I see my engorged penis thrusting in and out of her, the resulting fluids coating it with a glossy sheen, and it's making soft, whimpering sounds. She quickly closes her eyes and shakes her head.
I unleash my full power, thrusting in and out with nine shallow strokes followed by one deep one, adding a grinding motion at the very end to directly stimulate her clitoris, while simultaneously caressing one breast with one hand and biting the other. Hearing her constant moans and gasps, my sadistic urges intensify; I only want to mold and shape this woman beneath me.
After another hundred or two more thrusts, she can no longer endure it. She grabbed my hair, her moans already tinged with tears: "Ah...no...ah...I can't take it anymore...ah...I...you're too rough...I...I...can't take it." I stopped, looked up, and snapped at her: "Open your eyes and look at me!" She opened her eyes, looking at me with a complicated expression.
I continued to tease her: "Beg me, let me fuck you."
Then I slowed my movements and looked at her.
Tears welled in her eyes: "Please...fuck me..."
I persisted: "Call me 'Grandpa'."
She pleaded pitifully: "Grandpa...please...fuck me."
I felt a surge of triumph, leaning down to whisper in her ear: "Slut. The slutter you are, the more I like it."
My lower body increased its frequency, pounding into her fiercely like a pile driver.
She was overwhelmed with passion, her legs wrapped around my waist, tightly hugging my back, her teeth biting my shoulder, enduring wave after wave of my thrusts!
Like oil being poured on a hot fire, I teased her earlobe a few times with the tip of my tongue, then gently asked: "Does your husband know how slutty you are?"
Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, she could no longer bear it, a muffled groan escaped her throat, her legs loosened, and she climaxed. A warm current surged through my glans, and my entire vagina began to spasm violently. I slowed down, continuing to thrust, letting her enjoy a complete orgasm.
Ten seconds later, I realized something was wrong; looking at her again, she was sobbing. Her pitiful appearance, like a pear blossom in the rain, made me feel a little sorry for her. I softly asked her what was wrong. She wiped away her tears and said it was nothing, she was just too excited.
Damn, this woman cried after I fucked her! She's a real gem!
It's not over yet!
I pulled her up, her body limp, and arranged her like a doggy-style position. I got off the bed and stood up, holding her hips with one hand and my penis with the other, guiding it towards her lower body. After an orgasm, her previously closed petals slightly parted, and I easily penetrated her, enjoying the tightness and slipperiness inside again.
My earlier guess was right; her fleshy buttocks were plump and perky, and each thrust made them ripple. I didn't hesitate to slap her buttocks a few times; the feel was amazing. Su Mei just let out a soft moan, without any objection.
This position was much easier for me, so I vigorously thrust in and out, all the way to the bottom. Looking down, I saw the penis thrusting in and out, causing the thin membrane at the vaginal opening to move in and out with each stroke, while her small, wrinkled anus opened and closed slightly—a visually stimulating sight. Her rounded buttocks curved into a slender waist. I was fucking her so hard that she propped herself up with her hands, her waist arching and revealing a captivating curve. Her breasts, hanging precariously, appeared especially large, swinging back and forth like white sacks of flour. Most alluring were her incessant moans. A woman's moans are inherently seductive, but her sweet voice made a man feel both sweet and intoxicated, only wanting to fuck her to death.
I suddenly pushed her down onto the bed, pressing my entire body against hers, and with my weight, my lower body thrust like a storm, penetrating her cervix with each stroke. Soon, I noticed a strange protrusion inside her from this angle; whenever the head of my penis touched it, her reaction was noticeably different. This was her G-spot.
I found my target and focused my attack on that protrusion, grinding it with the head of my penis, rubbing it in and out. She was driven to a daze, begging for mercy repeatedly: "I can't take it anymore... I can't take it anymore... Brother Ye... you're killing me..."
I was brimming with confidence, knowing she wouldn't refuse anything I asked at this point.
I smiled and asked, "Is it good?"
"Ah... ah... good..."
"Say it yourself, am I a slut?"
"I... I can't say it..."
I gave her two hard blows, "Say it!"
"I... am... I am a slut .
" "Say you like me fucking your cunt."
"I like... you fucking my... cunt... I... let you fuck... fuck me to death..."
"Call me husband."
These words struck her most vulnerable nerve.
She cried out, opened her mouth wide to exhale, and reached the peak of pleasure again.
Under the powerful stimulation, I couldn't hold back any longer. Not only did I stop, but I increased the frequency, ruthlessly ravaging this gentle young woman beneath me like a pile driver. She sobbed again, which only made me feel like I was raping her, making it even more pleasurable. The strenuous exercise made it hard for me to breathe; I was at my limit. She clearly sensed it: "Husband...fuck me harder...shoot inside me!"
"How about shooting inside your uterus?"
She turned her head away as if to agree, and I couldn't hold back any longer. Streams of semen shot powerfully deep into her body. Her cavity contracted repeatedly, squeezing out all my remaining semen.
I was drenched in sweat, lying on top of her, almost exhausted. My penis slowly shrank, almost slipping out of her vagina.
After Su Mei stopped crying, she slowly turned me over, cupped my face, and gently kissed me. Like a virtuous wife, she wiped the sweat from my brow. Then, to my surprise, she slid down. Only when her breath was between my thighs did I realize what she was going to do.
Sure enough, she took my penis into her mouth and gently began to suck, drawing out the remaining semen from my vas deferens. Then came the light licking of her tongue, from my abdomen to my scrotum, every fold was cleaned.
I pulled back the covers and watched the beautiful woman beneath me doing the most shameful thing with the gentlest touch in the world. My sense of satisfaction and pride as a man reached its peak. [Recent rating record for this post: Linzikou Gold Coins +8; reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!]

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