Looking at the River with Passion (01)

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Chapter 1 "now we are radiating at the family wangjinglou..." Standing beneath the Wangjiang Tower, Zhang Yang began introducing the "Wangjiang Tower," a place he was almost sick of talking about, to Professor Rose, who was visiting from abroad. Rose, who looked quite old and had completely gray hair, listened attentively and occasionally asked Zhang Yang historical questions, seemingly very interested in the "Wangjiang Tower." After listening to Zhang Yang's detailed account of the romantic escapades of Xue Tao and Yuan Zhen, he couldn't help but joke, "Every man likes a beautiful woman, but no man will only sleep with one beautiful woman." He then laughed heartily, attracting the attention of surrounding tourists. Zhang Yang, having grown accustomed to Professor Rose's tendency to make silly jokes during their two days of hosting him, smiled politely but offered no comment. He then led the professor on a continued stroll through the park. Sitting on the railing of the antique-style gatehouse, Zhang Yang waited for the professor to use the restroom. August in Chengdu was humid and muggy. The sun always hid behind endless clouds, making the sky blindingly bright. Even though he grew up in this city and was used to this awful weather, Zhang Yang still wanted to hurry home to enjoy the air conditioning. The once bustling crowd of tourists had thinned out considerably; the corridors were almost deserted. Zhang Yang checked his watch; it was nearly 3 PM. His uncle had told him at noon that he'd taken Professor Rose to "The Grand Mansion" hotpot restaurant, and he figured Professor Rose wouldn't be out anytime soon. Rubbing his slightly throbbing temples, annoyed by the chorus of cicadas, the chirping of birds, and the distant noise of tourists, Zhang Yang leaned his head against a nearby pillar, intending to close his eyes and rest. "Ding-dong," a text message. "Damn it," Zhang Yang cursed silently, pulling his phone from his shorts. It was from Huang Lehao:
"Old Yang, Xiao Min and I just saw Ya Han off and are taking a taxi back to Jiang'an to pick up some things. Wait for us to come home for dinner tonight to celebrate becoming roommates!!!!" Zhang Yang could imagine Huang Lehao's jubilant expression just from the punctuation in the message. "Ding-dong!" Just as Zhang Yang was about to reply, a second message popped up: "Xiao Min is still a little angry with you. Please forgive me at dinner tonight. Please!!!" "Understood, it's okay." Zhang Yang replied, put away his phone, and continued to rest with his eyes closed. His brows furrowed, and the chaotic scene of Huang Yahan crying, He Limin glaring at him angrily, and Huang Lehao's awkwardness and helplessness suddenly flashed into his mind. He shook his head, turned around, and leaned his upper body against a pillar, stretching his legs out on the stone railing. The coolness from the pillar made Zhang Yang feel more comfortable, and his brows naturally relaxed. Then, like a film reel changing, he remembered his passion with Zhang Lin in the office, and his lower abdomen involuntarily felt a little hot. "Sister, look!" A woman dressed provocatively, who had just come out of the restroom, winked at her female companion who was fixing her hair in front of the mirror at the entrance and whispered. Niu Yarou followed her sister Niu Yating's gesture and looked in the mirror, seeing Zhang Yang resting with his eyes closed in the mirror. Nineteen-year-old Zhang Yang looked much more mature than his peers, not like a typical college sophomore. In Huang Lehao's words—old, which is why Huang nicknamed him "Old Yang." His slightly tanned face had pink lips with a distinct lip line. A large, straight nose flanked by deep-set eyes. Above his closed eyes were messy, unruly eyebrows. Above these was a hairline higher than average. Zhang Yang sported a short, boyish buzz cut, with faint marks from his sideburns extending to his lips indicating abundant body hair. "This isn't a handsome face," Niu Yarou quickly assessed Zhang Yang's face in her mind. Then, Niu Yarou's gaze shifted to Zhang Yang's body. The first thing that caught Niu Yarou's eye was his upper body, encased in a navy blue t-shirt. His thick, broad pectoral muscles were perfectly outlined by the sweat-soaked t-shirt clinging to his skin, and even the two protruding nipples beneath his chest were faintly visible. The biceps bulged high from the bend of his arms, crossed behind his head, so thick that Niu Yarou wondered if they would tear the cuffs. The unseen latissimus dorsi muscles still stretched his clothes into a distinct inverted triangle shape. "Isn't this my brother-in-law when he was young?" His younger sister, Niu Yating, whispered with a smile, "Your brother-in-law is a professional." Niu Yarou was still very proud of her husband, a former bodybuilding champion. "But he's not bad either," Niu Yating remembered her husband saying that anyone who knows how to train their back isn't a beginner. "Look down, the important part," her sister continued, emphasizing the last two words. Niu Yarou's gaze fell on the man's lower body in the mirror. Zhang Yang was wearing khaki casual shorts, clearly a large size. His unusually thick thighs still had plenty of room inside the legs. "Almost as thick as my husband's," Niu Yarou couldn't help but admire the man in the mirror even more. Knowing how to train legs and being able to train them well, according to her husband, meant he was already an expert. Her gaze shifted to her crotch, where a mound the size of an adult man's fist stood tall. Niu Yarou had no doubt that a ferocious "dragon" resided there. Further down, she could vaguely see the outlines of two egg-sized spheres. "My God," Niu Yarou murmured, exchanging a glance with her sister, who gave her a wicked smile. Having been sisters for years, they understood each other without words. "Married for only six months, and you're already this thirsty?" Niu Yarou teased her sister. "Is Dingguo not satisfying you?"
"I'm not so lucky to have found a bodybuilding champion like my brother-in-law," Niu Yating replied, not shy about discussing such topics with her sister. At that moment, Professor Rose came out and stood washing his hands at the other end of the sink. Seeing Niu Yarou, the sisters whispered and teased each other, their eyes wide as they stole glances at them. Niu Yating had neat, short hair, and large sunglasses covered most of her oval face. Her exposed lips were plump and pink, giving her a strong summery feel. Standing at 1.6 meters tall, she wasn't particularly tall, but her fair legs made up most of her body. Her buttocks, barely contained by denim shorts, weren't large, a fact Rose inwardly regretted; nothing could compare to a large, white bottom. A dark gray tank top clung tightly to Niu Yating's flat stomach. Moving his gaze to her chest, her B-cup breasts weren't large, but the exposed skin reminded Rose of snowballs in her hometown of Maine during winter. The soft bra straps of the tank top felt like gloves, tightly enveloping her two small, white breasts. The black bra straps extending from her chest blended with the dark gray tank top straps, creating an undeniably fiery effect. Her two small breasts were firmly fixed to her upper body, without the slightest droop. Professor Rose even suspected that even if she took off her bra, those two small breasts wouldn't fall off. These peaks, unconquered by anyone, would forever stand proudly. His gaze quickly shifted to the older sister, Niu Yarou. With her long hair, Niu Yarou appeared older, her skin slightly yellowish, not as fair as her younger sister's. Her slightly rounded oval face seemed to have been well-cared for. Her gentle, watery eyes, paired with the same lips as her sister, gave her a more mature, womanly charm compared to the youthful and fiery Niu Yating. A slightly loose, light blue floral knee-length dress prevented Professor Rose from seeing Niu Yarou's thighs. However, the sunlight filtering through the dress revealed their outlines, showing thighs thicker than her sister's, but indicating athleticism. What excited Professor Rose most were Niu Yarou's full, rounded hips, their outlines visible even in the loose dress. Even the edges of Niu Yarou's briefs were imprinted on the dress. His gaze then swept upwards, revealing a deep V-neck at the back of the dress, showcasing equally pinkish skin. But this tenderness wasn't that of a young girl; it was the rosy pink of a woman in her thirties, bestowed by hormones after being well-cared for by her husband. A young girl's pinkness evokes a desire to cherish, while this mature woman's pinkness makes one want to kiss, bite, and leave its mark. Suddenly, a flesh-colored bra strap appeared on her bare back. Following the strap forward, one could see a pair of breasts—clearly the kind of full, mature breasts only a mature woman could possess, touched, kissed, and ravaged countless times. As Niu Yarou and her sister chatted and joked, the two round mounds bounced gently up and down. Professor Rose could even imagine the feel of holding those breasts. While Professor Rose was still ogling the two sisters, Niu Yating noticed his lecherous gaze. She glared at the old man and pulled her sister away. Before leaving, Niu Yarou took one last deep look at the man's crotch in the mirror. She then chatted and laughed with her sister as they departed. Professor Rose rubbed his red nose, gave an embarrassed smile, and walked over to Zhang Yang, snapping his fingers: "Hey, Son." "Yep." Zhang Yang stood up and replied with a smile, "I want to back up to my hotel. Damn, I'll take it out of the way." "Sure." Zhang Yang was more than happy to oblige. He took out his phone to contact his uncle to send a car, and after seeing Professor Rose into the car, his uncle called.
"Tongtong, is he gone?" Uncle habitually called Zhang Yang by his nickname. "Tongtong" was a nickname given to Zhang Yang by his grandfather, hoping he would have a body of "copper walls and iron walls," and Zhang Yang indeed grew into a muscular giant. Every time Zhang Yang's grandfather saw him, he would boast about how good his nickname was. "Just saw him off," Zhang Yang said, walking slowly towards his home next to the park under the scorching sun. "Come to my lab to pick up a package when you have time. Your mom sent you some things, I left them at your desk." Uncle's voice was low, and there were voices in the background, as if they were in a meeting. "Okay, I'm coming now." After hanging up, Zhang Yang called Huang Lehao. "What's up, Lao Yangzi?" Huang Lehao was used to giving people random nicknames. "What are you doing?" Zhang Yang asked lazily. "Hehe, at 'Roman Holiday'," Huang Lehao chuckled mischievously, and He Limin, who was lying next to him watching TV, kicked him. "Damn it, we need to book a room so soon?" Zhang Yang, feeling dizzy and hot, cursed weakly in a dry voice. Before Huang Lehao could reply, he continued, "I need to go to my uncle's lab to get something. I should drive. I'll pick you up in Jiang'an when I'm done. You guys just stay here." "Okay, okay, I couldn't be happier!! I'm hanging up!! You know what I mean." Hearing the dial tone, Zhang Yang rolled his eyes and continued walking home under the scorching sun. ********** ... Because it was closest to the school campus and had a relatively high profile, in room 311 with a double bed, Huang Lehao had just hung up Zhang Yang's call. He tossed his phone aside, pounced on He Limin, who had just finished showering and was only wearing underwear, and grinned foolishly, "Hehe, wife, looks like we can play a little longer." He Limin looked at Huang Lehao's grinning face, and her lips couldn't help but curl into a smile. Suddenly, she pushed Huang Lehao's head away and scolded him with a laugh, "Silly!" She had learned this Northeastern dialect phrase from her roommate. Then, raising his head and pointing towards the bathroom, he said, "Take a shower first. Don't even think about touching...touching...me with your sweaty body." The last few words were inaudible. Huang Lehao had already pulled down He Limin's bra and was licking her most sensitive spot, her nipples. **************** ... The buildings on the old campus were all built around 2000, and they can no longer keep up with the pace of enrollment expansion—especially for graduate and doctoral students. The lab wasn't particularly large; less than 60 square meters, divided into fewer than thirty seats by dark blue cubicles. "Labs are always freezing cold," Zhang Yang shivered as he entered. There were only a dozen or so students scattered around. Some were home for summer vacation, some were doing internships, and some were traveling. Zhang Yang saw his package in a small cubicle he didn't frequent. The cardboard box contained a brand of instant dumplings, with a familiar label in both Chinese and English, reminding him of the first time he and Lingling cooked dumplings in America… Lingling… "Have you opened it yet?" His uncle, Xiang Guocheng, had appeared beside him at some point. "Hmm… not yet. I'll open it when I get back; it'll be harder to carry if I open it." Zhang Yang quickly gathered his thoughts, picked up the box, and walked outside with his uncle. "I have a can of Tieguanyin tea that a friend gave me. I don't like tea, but you can have it," Uncle led Zhang Yang to the end of the corridor, where the professors and some doctoral students' offices were located. The offices in Basic Education 3D39 were about the same size as the labs, but with more space. Two young professors who accompanied Uncle, the students' "little bosses," and two other doctoral students from other second-tier universities rarely came. Zhang Yang went in and saw the girl who had presented the PowerPoint earlier sitting behind a desk, intently staring at the screen. "Liu Shanshan, you've chosen a very good research direction, you have great potential. There are a few points I'd like to mention..." Liu Shanshan was excitedly revising her PowerPoint, her doctoral advisor Xiang Guocheng's encouraging words still echoing in her mind. It was her first time giving a research direction report to her advisor, Xiang Guocheng. Na?ve and shy, she didn't dare look Xiang Guocheng in the eye while he spoke. She felt there was something strange in his eyes. "Don't be silly!" Liu Shanshan scolded herself. But she had to admit that the 45-year-old Xiang Guocheng possessed a maturity and charm that the men her age lacked. Not to mention Xiang Guocheng's academic achievements, which were also something Liu Shanshan admired. "Liu Shanshan," Xiang Guocheng's voice rang out again. Liu Shanshan thought it was a voice in her head, shook her head, and continued diligently revising her PowerPoint presentation. Zhang Yang glanced at his uncle, Xiang Guocheng, and grinned. Realizing what was happening, Liu Shanshan looked up and saw Zhang Yang standing at the door, his smile fading, while her advisor, Xiang Guocheng, walked towards her. "Professor..." Liu Shanshan quickly stood up. Xiang Guocheng smiled and waved his hand to indicate it was alright, pointing to Zhang Yang and saying, "This is my nephew, Zhang Yang." "Hello," Liu Shanshan greeted Zhang Yang, her face flushed. "This is my newly admitted doctoral student, Liu Shanshan," Xiang Guocheng's tone was as steady and powerful as ever. "Hello," Zhang Yang greeted her with a smile, quickly sizing up Liu Shanshan. Earlier, in the dark conference room, he had only seen her face. At 1.67 meters, Liu Shanshan wasn't short, but next to the 1.8-meter-tall Zhang Yang, she appeared short. She wore a pair of cheap-looking washed denim jeans that clung tightly to Liu Shanshan's legs. Her legs weren't thin, and her thighs looked rather fleshy, but certainly not fat. What caught Zhang Yang's attention was her slightly constricted buttocks, plump and rounded, a shapely bottom that even cheap jeans couldn't hide. It was a bottom that, in the eyes of a man who admired women's buttocks, would be considered top-tier. His gaze quickly swept over her upper body; a faded white shirt was already slightly damp with sweat. Her slightly protruding belly further confirmed Liu Shanshan's fullness. As for her breasts, which would attract attention from most people—at least a 38D—they were slightly sagging. Zhang Yang felt it was a pity, for those breasts that were impossible to see clearly—Zhang Yang liked to use "breasts" to describe women or girls; "breasts" and "chest" were too elegant for him—because he didn't think Liu Shanshan's breasts would sag at her age; rather, he thought too many women didn't buy bras that fit properly, causing their breasts to suffer. To Zhang Yang's surprise, Liu Shanshan wasn't wearing makeup; her skin was somewhat rough, and her cheeks had a rosy hue typical of high-altitude areas. Based on the accent he'd heard earlier, Zhang Yang guessed she was probably from Yunnan. A braid hung down the back of her head, draped over her large, shy breasts. She gave off a feeling of both innocence and allure. "Raw jade"—that was the most accurate word Zhang Yang could think of for Liu Shanshan. Yes, "woman"—Zhang Yang didn't think Liu Shanshan was a "girl" who hadn't experienced the pleasures of men. The subtle allure in her eyes said it all. This "rough jade," if it met someone who knew its value, would drive many people crazy. After a quick glance or two, Zhang Yang followed his uncle into his office. Liu Shanshan sat down and continued revising her PowerPoint presentation, unaware that Xiang Guocheng had given her a deep look before entering the office. This 60-square-meter room was divided into two sections: the outer one was shared by the young teachers, and the inner one was his uncle's office. Previously, Xiang Guocheng had the room all to himself, but later, due to lack of space, the room was partitioned. "Partitioned" was really just a plastic partition with a wall and a door. Conversations inside and outside could be heard almost everywhere. Xiang Guocheng thought it was more convenient this way. Zhang Yang entered his uncle's office and saw his uncle place tea leaves on the table. They sat down and chatted about accompanying Professor Rose. Ten minutes later, after hearing Liu Shanshan leave, Zhang Yang stared at his uncle, Xiang Guocheng, and said, "She looks like my aunt." Xiang Guocheng knew that his nephew's "aunt" wasn't his second wife, Li Xin. A huge turmoil seemed to well up in his calm eyes. He took a deep breath and only uttered a soft "Hmm." Then he fixed his gaze on the photograph on the table. Zhang Yang couldn't discern the emotion in his voice. He followed his uncle's gaze to the familiar photograph on the table. It showed his uncle, aunt, and cousin standing in Tianfu Square, with the date 01/01/1998 written in the lower right corner.
"Roman Holiday," Room 311. The double room was the best-decorated and most expensive room in "Roman Holiday," but Huang Lehao still found it rather tacky. Especially the fact that the water heater was mounted on the bathroom wall. Every time he checked into a hotel and showered, Huang Lehao was afraid it would fall off, and this time was no exception. Using the hotel's cheap shower gel, Huang Lehao washed his body, especially his penis. He had just tried to seduce Xiaomin into having sex, but just before penetration, Xiaomin still felt it was dirty and told him to shower. What could he do? His girlfriend had a mild case of OCD. While Huang Lehao was showering, He Limin stood in front of the dressing mirror outside, putting her bra back on after her boyfriend had pulled it off. It was a Victoria's Secret bra Huang Lehao had bought. He Limin didn't think it was expensive—she had several herself—but rather that it was a gift from her beloved man. "Her man," He Limin chuckled at her own thought, then felt a pang of loss. This was probably the feeling of insecurity that women in love experience. Huang Lehao was her first boyfriend, and also her first man. Although she wasn't his first woman or girlfriend, and often teased him about it, she could feel Huang Lehao's love for her. Just like how the slovenly Huang Lehao would always shower before making love to her, never forcing himself on her. She couldn't help it; raised by a mother with obsessive-compulsive disorder, she wasn't as extreme as her mother, but she was still very particular about many things. He Limin looked at herself in the mirror, remembering how she had forced Huang Lehao to show her photos of his high school ex-girlfriend. "Gaudy!" That was the first thing He Limin blurted out when she saw the photos. Partly out of jealousy, but mostly out of the truth. Although He Limin had never had a boyfriend before, since elementary school, she had no shortage of suitors because of her cute and charming appearance. She gazed at her face in the mirror. A small, round face, with a pointed chin. Her mouth was slightly large; people often say that a smile without showing teeth is the most beautiful, but He Limin's smile revealed her neat upper teeth, making her look very cute. Her big eyes always seemed so vibrant, making people want to get close to her. He Limin wanted to lose the chubby cheeks, even though her boyfriend said they were very cute. Just as He Limin pinched her cheeks, Huang Lehao had already finished showering and dried himself off. He saw his girlfriend at the other end of the room, wearing a black lace bra he had specially chosen, standing by the bed, rubbing her face in front of the mirror. The bra was a style Huang Lehao had specifically selected; the cups weren't as large as regular bras, but rather a half-cup design that barely covered her sensitive nipples. Although the cups were small, the careful design still made her two C-cup white breasts stand high, and the built-in support kept them close together. There was a messy lace trim around the cups, and Huang Lehao immediately saw the barely concealed pinkish-red areolas. There was a clear red mark on her right breast, left from a hard peck Huang Lehao had given her before showering. "Ah…" A soft moan escaped He Limin's lips as she stood in a daze. Without her noticing, her boyfriend hugged her from behind. Feeling the warmth of his back against hers, He Limin suddenly felt weak and leaned against him, her eyes glazed as she stared at her body in the mirror, being wantonly played with by her boyfriend. Her breasts were being gently but firmly kneaded by his rough hands through her bra, while between her legs she felt the familiar heat of his penis, as intense as the sun outside. The dark red glans moved in and out of the narrow space between her legs, rubbing against her perineum through her black lace panties. The erotic scene made her feel her vagina was already wet, and her legs involuntarily tightened, wanting her boyfriend's erect penis to press even closer. Her boyfriend's penis was curved upwards. He Limin still remembered the first time last semester, when Huang Lehao, in a corner of the playground at night, led her hand through the loose opening of his basketball shorts, and through her panties, grasped his hot, banana-shaped penis. She felt both shy and curious. He Limin was shy and traditional; she had never watched porn and didn't know the average size of a man's penis. So when her boyfriend proudly told her that night that it was 15 centimeters long when erect, she had no idea. She also didn't realize that such a large, upward-curving 15-centimeter penis would bring her so much pleasure. Hearing his girlfriend's familiar moans that would drive any man wild, Huang Lehao's penis became even more erect, curving upwards even further. His girlfriend majored in Japanese, and perhaps because of this, she always spoke with the air of a young Japanese girl. The sounds she made during sex were always so innocent, yet so wanton. Watching his girlfriend limp on top of him, while outside the window, the August sun had somehow broken through the thick clouds, its rays piercing the thin white curtains and falling on them, Huang Lehao gazed at his girlfriend's skin, which appeared even more delicate in the sunlight. His saliva-covered tongue swept across her neck, earlobes, and pink lips, greedily licking and biting. Rough, basketball-smooth hands covered his girlfriend's full breasts, her two fair breasts jiggling back and forth, slowly becoming engorged and pink. His index finger and thumb found her nipples, hardened by lust, pinching and kneading them forcefully. "Ah...husband!" He Limin almost screamed the moment her boyfriend started kneading her nipples, the "husband" sounding more like a plea. Since puberty began in middle school, she knew her breasts were incredibly sensitive. The stimulation from having her two pink nipples rubbed was intense, like an electric shock, her mind going blank. Waves of pleasure surged from her nipples throughout her body, a tingling sensation making He Limin almost unable to stand. From her genitals, she could feel her juices flowing like a babbling brook. Hearing his girlfriend's innocent, pleading cries, Huang Lehao didn't stop kneading her nipples. He particularly enjoyed the sight of his innocent girlfriend being aroused by his teasing; it was a sense of conquest that every man would crave. He felt a wetness beneath his glans, and in the mirror, he saw his girlfriend's thick pubic hair, barely visible behind her lace panties, already soaked with her juices and clinging to her vulva. "Husband…" He Limin turned her head, her large, watery eyes brimming with desire. Looking at her boyfriend, who seemed to be pleading for something, and seeing He Limin's innocent yet lustful face, the young and fiery Huang Lehao could no longer restrain himself. Using one hand to guide his glans, without even removing his girlfriend's panties, he followed the stream of her juices straight to its source. With a "plop," his hot, wet glans squeezed into He Limin's vagina. "Ah…" A satisfied moan escaped He Limin's throat, her calves trembling uncontrollably. "Husband...you...you want to...fuck...you want to kill me?" As Huang Lehao's erect penis thrust violently in and out of her wet vagina, the most sensitive part of her vagina was being rapidly stimulated by her boyfriend's glans. He Limin's voice was intermittent, as if she was about to lose her mind from being fucked. Immersed in the pleasure of being enveloped by the warm, wet vagina, Huang Lehao did not answer. He grasped her full breasts with both hands, while his penis, which was about to explode with desire, relentlessly fucked his girlfriend's tender vagina. In the mirror, the dark red penis slipped into her vagina from the edge of her panties. His girlfriend's vaginal fluid flowed down Huang Lehao's penis and onto his darkened scrotum, reflecting the aura of lust under the sunlight. His scrotum swayed back and forth with the rhythm of Huang Lehao's thrusts, like Huang Lehao dribbling a ball in a fancy way on a basketball court. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." He Limin moaned with the thrusts of her boyfriend's penis. Feeling the penis, coated in her own juices, thrusting in and out of her vagina, He Limin felt an almost heavenly pleasure. Her boyfriend's rough hands were kneading her breasts almost violently, as if trying to burst them. The mixture of pleasure and pain made He Limin feel humiliated. "Pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft," Huang Lehao's penis increased its speed. Ten minutes later, he saw white foam accumulating at the base of his penis—the result of excessive vaginal fluid secretion. Watching his girlfriend, usually seen as pure and innocent, being fucked and ejaculated under his penis, Huang Lehao felt a sense of conquest. "Want more?" Huang Lehao's deep, excited voice rang in He Limin's ears. At the same time, he slowed his pace, thrusting heavily into her vagina, the sounds of their bodies colliding echoing. "Yes…husband," He Limin pleaded. "If you want more, move yourself," Huang Lehao said, releasing his hands from her breasts. "Ah..." He Limin suddenly lost her balance and fell forward. Her hands involuntarily braced themselves against the walls on either side of the mirror. At that moment, He Limin looked at her reflection in the mirror: her beloved boyfriend standing behind her, his warm, erect penis still inside her vagina, but not moving. "Hmm..." He Limin let out a coquettish complaint, though to others it only sounded more lewd. At the same time, she wiggled her hips, wanting the large glans to touch the most sensitive spot inside her vagina. "Husband..." He Limin felt as if a thousand ants were crawling inside her vagina, but Huang Lehao's penis still didn't move. "I'm itchy," He Limin said, then...Min's cheeks were flushed crimson. "Smack!" Huang Lehao's hands slapped He Limin's buttocks, leaving clear handprints. "Ah!" The pain shot through her buttocks, and He Limin's vagina involuntarily secreted even more lustful fluid. Her wet vulva looked like it had a pump inside. "I told you, my darling wife, if you want it, just do it yourself." Huang Lehao lowered his voice again, suppressing his desire. His hands rhythmically stroked and kneaded her fair buttocks. He was holding back, but he also wanted to fuck his girlfriend's vagina right now. But he had his own plan, and this plan required making his girlfriend more and more wanton. "Ah..." He Limin began to move her waist, moving forward. Perhaps due to inexperience, she moved forward too much, and Huang Lehao's thick glans slipped out of her vaginal opening. The stimulation of the nerves at the opening almost made her lose control of her bladder. "Plop!" Huang Lehao guided his penis back into her vagina. "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah~ah..." He Limin quickly regained her sense of control. She moved her hips faster and faster, letting her boyfriend's thick penis soothe the itching in her vagina. They had been doing this for over 20 minutes, both of them covered in a mixture of sweat and vaginal fluid, which clung together in a stringy, sticky liquid as He Limin's buttocks were repeatedly pounded against her. Looking at her wanton face, Huang Lehao felt like he was about to ascend to heaven. He Limin, having mastered the rhythm of sex, moved the glans in and out of her vagina faster and faster, rubbing against the most sensitive spot. Waves of pleasure washed over them. Besides He Limin's moans and the sounds of their bodies colliding, only the sound of the air conditioner filled the room. Both were so immersed in each other's exquisite bodies that they couldn't extricate themselves, not even uttering a word. "Ah...husband...I...I...I'm almost there," He Limin murmured, seemingly losing her mind. Huang Lehao understood what his girlfriend meant; it was a signal that she was about to climax, and he needed to help her. Leaning slightly forward, his palms once again covered his girlfriend's full breasts. The breasts, stretched by gravity, felt like they were back home when covered by his hands. Huang Lehao thrust his hips, rapidly penetrating his girlfriend's vagina, each thrust turning her labia inside out, revealing pink flesh. "Husband...no...don't stop," He Limin's voice was a mix of crying and pleading. Her vagina was being rapidly penetrated, her breasts being roughly kneaded by her boyfriend; all of this brought her close to climax. Suddenly, Huang Lehao felt his girlfriend's body tighten beneath him, her vagina contracting like tiny lips sucking fiercely on his penis. "Ah..." He Limin let out a satisfied sigh, her body suddenly relaxing. "Husband...I...I...I'm tired." He Limin felt herself after her orgasm, her legs almost giving way. "Ah..." The sudden emptiness in her vagina made He Limin cry out. Huang Lehao pulled out his penis, the glistening pre-ejaculate glistening in the sunlight. His girlfriend's vagina, still slightly ajar from the sudden withdrawal of his large penis, was filled with a mixture of vaginal fluid and semen, seeping from the edge of her panties—a scene of unspeakable lewdness. In that instant, He Limin felt herself lying on a soft mattress. Huang Lehao used his strong arms to throw his petite girlfriend onto the bed beside him, the brutal act once again giving He Limin a thrill of humiliation. "Bang!" Huang Lehao jumped onto the bed, straddling his girlfriend. They gazed at each other, lust mingling with passion. They couldn't help but kiss passionately, their salty saliva flowing between their lips. "Ah!" In an instant, Huang Lehao thrust his entire 15-centimeter penis back into his girlfriend's warm vagina through the edge of her panties and began to thrust wildly. "Husband...husband," He Limin looked at Huang Lehao's face, feeling the intense thrusting in her lower body, and spoke her heart, "I...love...love you so much." "I love you too," the deep male voice murmured, mixed with panting, "Good wife." "Wife, is today okay?" The intense thrusting made Huang Lehao feel that he was about to reach his climax, and he asked He Limin, whose eyes were glazed over, his expression seemingly suppressed. "Yes, husband," He Limin smiled at Huang Lehao, still dazed. He Limin knew what Huang Lehao was asking. She knew she couldn't get pregnant, but she always closely monitored her menstrual cycle, calculating her safe period. She liked the feeling of direct contact with Huang Lehao; she didn't like the feel of a condom. With permission granted, Huang Lehao increased his thrusting again, like the last ten seconds of a basketball game, his penis moving at rocket speed, rapidly pumping. His girlfriend gripped his back tightly, her nails digging deep into her skin. "Ah...husband...ah...no...don't stop...~ah...want...want...fuck me to death...!" He Limin lost her mind as Huang Lehao thrust into her almost frenziedly. "Ah!!!!" With a beastly roar from Huang Lehao, He Limin felt the penis inside her vagina throbbing rhythmically. She knew it was her boyfriend's semen being ejaculated into her vagina again. After ejaculating, Huang Lehao left his penis inside her vagina, waiting for it to release all its essence. Young, semen production is always fast. A minute later, Huang Lehao pulled out his penis, which was slowly softening. He kissed his girlfriend, who was still enjoying herself with her eyes closed, and went to the bathroom to get some tissues to wipe his penis. When he came back, he saw his girlfriend still lying on the bed. "She's probably too tired." He walked to the bedside and saw white semen slowly flowing out of his girlfriend's vagina, running down her buttocks to her anus. Huang Lehao smiled, picked up his phone from the floor, and took a few pictures of her vagina. He Limin was still immersed in the afterglow of intense sex, savoring the details of her lovemaking with her boyfriend. A woman's orgasm comes slowly and goes slowly; this is probably the biggest difference between men and women in sex. *Click*—the sound of a camera shutter. "You took my picture again!" He Limin stood up, pouting at Huang Lehao. "Hehe, sweet wife, let me take some pretty pictures to share with my online friends later," Huang Lehao said with a grin, not taking it seriously. Huang Lehao had joined an online group where men shared photos and even videos of themselves having sex with their girlfriends or wives. He Limin didn't know what Huang Lehao's interests were, but her boyfriend always showed her the photos he sent. She didn't particularly care. "Hmph…pervert, I'm going to take a shower," He Limin knew her vagina was a mess and needed cleaning. "Hey, wife, let me take some bath photos," Huang Lehao picked up his phone and followed He Limin into the bathroom. ********** ... The movements quickened, then Huang Lehao let out a "poof," stretching his hands towards the sky, his fingers trembling uncontrollably like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, before slowly lowering them to form a gesture of worship: "Western Paradise," Huang Lehao muttered softly, then chuckled lewdly to himself. "Damn it..." Zhang Yang cursed speechlessly, giving him the middle finger in retaliation. Huang Lehao glanced back at his girlfriend in the back seat, seeing her sleeping soundly, her eyes filled with undisguised love. Zhang Yang caught a glimpse of Huang Lehao's smiling lips but didn't say anything. "Let me show you something," Huang Lehao pulled out his phone and started scrolling through his photo album. "Not again..." Zhang Yang had a bad feeling. Huang Lehao found the photos, shoved the phone into Zhang Yang's hand, his eyes filled with anticipation. Unable to resist his gaze, Zhang Yang started browsing the photos. "Just as I expected," Zhang Yang rolled his eyes habitually. Zhang Yang looked at the close-up photos Huang Lehao had just taken of He Limin's vagina after sex, showing a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, along with several photos of her showering. He felt his penis begin to erect. After quickly browsing through them, Zhang Yang tossed the phone back to Huang Lehao. Huang Lehao chuckled twice but didn't speak. "How was it?" Huang Lehao leaned close to Zhang Yang's ear and whispered. "No," Zhang Yang replied decisively. Huang Lehao retreated to his seat, his expression a complex mix of disappointment and joy. "Why?" Huang Lehao looked at Zhang Yang with an exaggerated expression, his mouth agape. Seeing the traffic jam stretching to the horizon, Zhang Yang shifted the gear to neutral and pulled the handbrake. He released the steering wheel, stretched, and adjusted his position, lying back in his seat. He turned his head to look at Huang Lehao, who was also lying in the passenger seat, speaking to him in a low voice. "Don't you like Xiaomin's body?" "No, I got hard just looking at the photos," Zhang Yang answered honestly. "So?" He didn't understand why his friend wouldn't help him fulfill a wish that seemed happy to everyone. Huang Lehao glanced at his friend's slightly bulging crotch, a hint of jealousy and excitement in his eyes as he stared at his friend's face. Zhang Yang's mind raced. "Because you are my good friend. And I also consider Xiaomin my friend," Zhang Yang said slowly in a gentle, deep voice. Before his friend could reply, he continued, "Lehao, I completely understand your 'hobby,' and I completely understand and support it.""But you have to understand, if I get involved, things will get very complicated." Zhang Yang continued with a smile to his friend, "Yes, I've been with other men." After saying this, Zhang Yang glanced at He Limin in the back seat, seeing that she was still fast asleep, and then lowered his voice, "But those were all strangers, and my life had absolutely no connection with theirs. But you and your girlfriend are different. If you, me, and Xiaomin handle things even slightly wrong, we can forget about being friends anymore."
"If my brief life experience has taught me anything, it's that if life gives me a choice, I will always choose the option that simplifies life, not the one that complicates it." "You're my best friend from college, that's much more important than sleeping with a few women." Looking at his friend's earnest and firm words, Huang Lehao felt a surge of emotion, a kind of emotion that only men can understand. Huang Lehao pondered for a moment, then punched his friend's shoulder, and the two smiled at each other. Huang Lehao turned around, picked up his phone, and started sharing his day's events with his friends in the group chat. Since his friends weren't working, he'd find strangers! That was the cheerful decision. The naturally optimistic Huang Lehao chuckled and continued chatting on QQ. Meanwhile, He Limin in the back seat rolled over, finding a comfortable position. Little did she know that the two men in the front seat had just been discussing a major life event concerning her. Zhang Yang looked at his friend, smiled, and seemed about to say something, but hesitated. Sitting up, gazing at the fiery red horizon of the summer evening, with skyscrapers faintly visible on both sides of the road, and the sweltering air rising in waves, Zhang Yang suddenly realized that his university life might not be as peaceful as he had imagined. (To be continued) Night Starry Night Gold Coins +12 Repost and Share, Red Envelope Offered!

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