I love you, my cousin's sister-in-law's fair and tender body.

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My cousin's wife, Fanghua, is from a rural area in central China. She moved to our northern city with her family over a decade ago. The dry climate didn't diminish her natural beauty; Fanghua has fair, delicate skin, long, flowing hair, and is over 1.65 meters tall (estimated). Her eyes are full of gentle charm. Even more remarkable is that, despite only having a high school education, she possesses the air of a white-collar worker. No wonder my wealthy cousin insisted on marrying her after only six months of knowing her, despite his parents' objections. After his son made his stance clear, they had to compromise and reluctantly agree to the marriage. However, given their already strained relationship with her mother-in-law, they spent over 200,000 yuan to buy my cousin a separate apartment, which they moved into after the wedding. I attended their wedding. I was in high school at the time, and when I went to the restaurant after school, the banquet had already begun. My cousin, dressed in a suit and tie, was beaming with pride, going from table to table toasting his wife. Fanghua, draped in her wedding dress, looked as white as snow, her eyes brimming with undisguised joy and a touch of shyness, nestled close to her husband. Heaven knows, I had no impure thoughts at the time; I simply thought my sister-in-law was incredibly beautiful. Coincidentally, their new house was right next to my school, so my cousin often invited me over for meals. Later, he even made a key to their house and arranged a small room for me to rest in whenever I wanted. With this convenience, I rarely went home and stayed at their place, effectively shortening the line between my classroom and bedroom. My cousin's new house was a spacious three-bedroom apartment. The living room was in the center, my small room and kitchen were to the north, with a small balcony extending from the kitchen; the south side had two rooms, a study and their bedroom respectively, and a balcony outside their bedroom, beautifully and securely enclosed with aluminum alloy. The whole house was clean and comfortable, filled with the warmth of newlyweds. At that time, Fanghua was like a goddess in my heart, unattainable. I never dared to hope for anything, but I truly envied my cousin's happiness and secretly prayed that my future girlfriend would be as beautiful and gentle as his wife. Occasionally, when I was impulsive, I would secretly fantasize about her beautiful body and imagine what my cousin and she were doing—although I often felt guilty after reaching orgasm, I still couldn't control myself. There were plenty of beautiful young girls at school, but Fanghua had a unique charm that I was deeply infatuated with. When my brother and sister-in-law were not home, I lay on their newlywed bed countless times, trying to smell my beautiful sister-in-law's body scent from the soft bedding and imagining the passionate stories that were happening on it. I really wanted to hear, and even see, their lovemaking, but because I got out of school late every night, they were often already asleep when I got back from evening self-study. Less than half an hour into evening self-study, I realized something was wrong. My stomach was throbbing terribly; the decent dinner I'd just eaten was churning inside me, making it impossible to attend class. After a few trips to the toilet, I simply asked for leave, grabbed a few books, and went home. Once home, I opened the first-aid kit, found some pyridostigmine tablets, and took them. I felt weak and powerless. So I took off my clothes, lay almost naked on the bed, and gradually fell asleep. Thinking about my unfinished math homework, I decided to study a little more. Just as I was about to go back, I noticed the light was on in my room—my cousin and his family were home! I panicked. I absolutely couldn't be naked in front of my beautiful sister-in-law! In a moment of panic, I crouched down, trying to hide myself from them as much as possible, and then quietly went back to my room to get dressed after they left. Fanghua was calling my name, her voice gentle and sweet. Normally, I would gladly answer, but now I dared not make a sound, afraid of being discovered, feeling as embarrassed and ashamed as a thief. Through the glass of the kitchen door, I saw my sister-in-law help my cousin to the sofa; he looked quite drunk. I heard my sister-in-law say to him, "Rest for a while, Xiaofei might be here, the door isn't locked properly." My heart pounded. If my sister-in-law saw me like this, how could I ever stay in this house again! My cousin muttered, "How could that be? Xiaofei usually doesn't come back until after ten. Go check his room." After a while, my sister-in-law said, "He's not in the room. He probably left in such a hurry that he forgot to lock the door." My cousin grabbed her hand, pulled Fanghua into his arms, and kissed her. "I told you he wouldn't be here. Let's do it, hehe, it's been a few days, want to?" Fanghua chuckled, "Who wants to? You smell like alcohol!" But her hands began to embrace her husband's body, caressing him passionately. I watched with increasing excitement, knowing what was about to happen, but I was also very nervous, worried about being discovered. He must have touched her most sensitive spot! Fanghua couldn't bear the stimulation and involuntarily raised her head, trembling. Her flushed face buried against my cousin's chest, panting heavily. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back, and her slender arms tightly embraced my cousin's ribs. I couldn't see my sister-in-law's expression, only hear her occasional intoxicating moans. My cousin's hand slid down Fanghua's plump buttocks, slowly pulling down her panties. For the first time in my life, I saw the snow-white buttocks of a young woman—Fanghua's body, which I had fantasized about countless times, now so realistically appearing before my eyes! My breathing quickened. Amid Fanghua's panting, his hand again probed her buttocks, his fingers digging into something. Only after hearing my sister-in-law's dissatisfied groan did he move, pressing her round, plump buttocks like dough until they were soft and alluring. My cousin, while thrusting, kneaded the mature woman beneath him, Fanghua's snow-white breasts being shaped into various forms, swaying with the rhythm of his thrusts. They gradually entered a state of ecstasy, their movements becoming increasingly intense, their moans growing more frantic. Fanghua could be clearly heard shouting, "Faster!...Faster!..." Her cousin, also reaching the peak of excitement, suddenly straightened up, forcefully pulling Fanghua onto his body, his hands supporting her buttocks as he thrust rapidly. Fanghua rested her head on her cousin's shoulder, her arms and legs tightly embracing her husband, her long, disheveled hair tossing as she emitted moans that sounded like cries. Disappointed, Fanghua withdrew her hands, the passion still lingering. She straightened her legs, touching her genitals, her eyes gradually becoming hazy again, her moans becoming rapid, as if she had rediscovered the feeling from before. I watched from outside the door, dumbfounded, my blood boiling. Was this the sister-in-law I had once known as a goddess, pure and beautiful? Was this passionate, wanton, and lustful Fanghua the same person as the slender lady in a suit from earlier that day? This was a scene I had never witnessed in my life. My urge to rush in grew stronger and stronger, almost out of my control! Thankfully, fate intervened, stopping my impulsive act. Fanghua, amidst a violent tremor and ecstatic cries, had reached her limit, then abruptly stopped, slowly relaxing and leaning back on the sofa, her beautiful breasts trembling as she gasped for breath. My cousin was suddenly awakened by Fanghua's cries of climax. He groggily opened his eyes, glanced at his watch, and said, "Xiaofei's coming back. Go back to your room and sleep." Then he staggered into the room. Fanghua didn't move. Her once beautiful eyes, which had smiled like crescent moons, were now lifeless, staring blankly ahead. So exhausted after the passion! Only when I heard my cousin's impatient urging from inside did Fanghua reluctantly get up, grab her clothes, and wriggle back into her room. Only when I heard the door lock did my heart relax. Suddenly, I realized my legs were numb and tingling, almost unable to feel anything. I could barely stand, so I gritted my teeth and sat down, taking a long time to recover. In my own room, I knew I was much safer, but I still didn't dare turn on the light. I didn't want to study today; I wanted to rest for the night. I lay comfortably on the bed, recalling Fanghua's wanton behavior, smelling the warm fragrance of the young woman's underwear. I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. I put the vaginal part of the underwear over my penis and rubbed it incessantly, imagining it as Fanghua's soft vagina. Soon, I couldn't control myself and ejaculated. When I felt the semen staining my underwear, I panicked, not knowing what to do. After thinking it over, I secretly ran to the living room and threw the soiled underwear back where it had been, hoping my sister-in-law would think they had soiled it themselves. I left it to fate. I didn't concentrate much in class all morning; my mind was filled with all sorts of random thoughts. One minute it was Fanghua passionately and wildly cooperating with my thrusting, the next it was my cousin berating me for being a scumbag and wanting to kick me out. By the end of the morning, my head was throbbing. After school, I didn't want to go home, but after thinking about it, I realized I'd have to face them sooner or later, so I decided to pretend I knew nothing and see how things went. When I got home, my brother and sister-in-law were there, and everything was as calm as usual. My cousin asked me strangely why I left so early that morning, and I casually replied that I hadn't finished some homework and needed to go to school to ask a classmate. The stress and pressure of life quickly made me forget the unease of that day. But the experience that day sparked my imagination; I would occasionally replay Fanghua's seductive behavior that day in my mind, masturbating and imagining her fair and mature...I enjoyed transforming my body into various girls I was attracted to. Little did I know that my sister-in-law would discover this one time! It was a Saturday, and I had extra classes. After having dinner with them, I returned to my room. Bored, I thought of my sister-in-law's beautiful body again and couldn't resist the urge. Just as things reached a crucial moment, the door suddenly opened, and my sister-in-law brought in a glass of water. Things were much better than I expected. In a phone call, my cousin warmly asked when I would visit them again. I learned that Fanghua hadn't told him about my shameful affair. When I opened my cousin's door again, I looked at my sister-in-law with gratitude. She glanced at me, but didn't mention the incident at all, seemingly having forgotten it completely, and still smiled at me. From then on, I dared not have any more improper thoughts, and studied diligently. Even when my cousin wasn't around, I didn't dare tell my sister-in-law stories like before. After the college entrance exam, my cousin was promoted to vice president at his company and was to be sent to Northeast China to oversee business development. When I went to my cousin's house for the farewell party, it was the last time I saw my sister-in-law before university. She was still beautiful, but had gradually gained the fullness of a young woman. During my freshman year, I didn't see Fanghua during the Spring Festival. I casually asked my aunt why, and it turned out she had gone back to Suzhou with my cousin to visit relatives. I was disappointed. Half a year had passed, and I missed Fanghua's beauty even more; after all, her image was too vivid in my mind. During the second semester break, I stayed in Beijing for over a month. I didn't have a girlfriend then, and I spent all my time hanging out with my buddies from morning till night, completely absorbed in the fun. Although I would occasionally think of Fanghua in the quiet of the night, it didn't feel as intimate as before. While shopping with her, I unexpectedly saw Fanghua. My sister-in-law also saw me, but didn't ask me anything. She just smiled and invited me to her house, saying she had quit her job and was staying home all the time. My cousin had been transferred to Tianjin and wouldn't be back for the Spring Festival for another week or two. Looking at Fanghua's beautiful body and her crescent-shaped eyes, I didn't know if her words were implying anything, but I suddenly realized that I still had the same desire for her body, a desire I had never felt even for Wang Ying. The next afternoon, I couldn't resist seeing Fanghua. I told my family I was going to see a classmate. Then I went to the supermarket and bought a bottle of Great Wall Red wine, knowing Fanghua could drink it, and also bought some cooked food to take with me. The meal was pleasant, and eating alone with the beautiful young woman was even more pleasant. We talked happily, without mentioning the awkwardness of the past. Fanghua complimented Wang Ying, whom I had met that day, and even asked me with a smile if I was her girlfriend. I can't explain why, but I didn't admit it directly and quickly changed the subject to my cousin's work. As the large bottle of Red wine was gradually emptied, our conversation became more and more casual. I no longer told only childish jokes like I did in high school; I just used some ordinary jokes as a transition before shamelessly telling explicit so-called humor. She was still as unconcerned as before, laughing and trembling with amusement. My desire began to rise, the urge to make love to Fanghua grew stronger and stronger, almost burning me alive. My mind drifted to my first time with Wang Ying. I considered whether I could use the same force I had on Fanghua. Fanghua noticed my unusual behavior, but she continued to smile, calmly observing a nervous prey. I stopped speaking, trying to control my emotions, gazing into her beautiful eyes. Her face flushed, just like the day she caught me masturbating, but she didn't avoid my gaze, looking at me directly. I presumptuously interpreted her eyes as indulgence and provocation, and steeled myself, grabbing her arm. At that moment, the air seemed to freeze, so quiet you could hear our heartbeats. I felt the delicate skin of her small hand, gently rubbing it. She neither resisted nor yielded, still calmly smiling at me. This attitude annoyed me, so I increased the force, pulling her completely into my arms and caressing her. She hummed, then laughed, patting my firm chest, seemingly pleased with my strength. Her eyes glanced at my old room. I knew there was still the single bed I'd used in that little house. I slightly parted the distance between us, unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled her nightgown down over her head. I buried my face in her neck, kissing her breasts, my hands still kneading her plump buttocks. She began to moan softly, clinging tightly to me, her body limp as if she were about to collapse to the ground, whispering that she wanted to go to the bed. I stood up, made her lie down, and took the opportunity to remove my own clothes. Fanghua's vagina wasn't any looser than Wangying's; it was exactly as I'd imagined. I felt the pleasure of my penis being gripped by a mature woman's vagina, and continued thrusting, my thick, long penis gleaming as I withdrew. Fanghua's watery eyes were hazy; this shy yet wanton young woman made me lose all control, and I began to increase my strength. She arched her chin, moaning incessantly, her hands kneading her breasts, pulling her bra aside. I lifted her long, slender legs, encased in pure white cotton stockings, and braced them with my shoulder, thrusting vigorously while simultaneously soothing her soft breasts with my hands. After five or six minutes of frantic thrusting, Fanghua was completely dazed, groaning loudly for some unknown reason, and I sensed the prelude to orgasm—this was definitely not my style! How could I give up so quickly! So I grabbed her thighs and pressed them against her breasts, shifting to a deeper position, resuming my previous slow thrusting. She gradually caught her breath, her moans slowing with my movements, lovingly stroking my shoulder, murmuring, "It feels so good… I just had an orgasm… I haven't felt this good in so long… How about you?" I smiled and leaned down to kiss her nipple. After resting for a while, the excitement gradually subsided. I had her turn over and lie face down on the bed, her buttocks raised high. The angle of her wet vagina and my penis fit perfectly. I held her fair, round buttocks, spreading them apart to reveal the pink flesh of her opening, and then easily entered her from behind. Now Fanghua was also lying in front of me, her delicate vulva peeking out from her fair buttocks, her clean, rosy anus exquisite and elegant. Everything was as beautiful as when I first saw her years ago, and her passionate moans were just as sweet. Only this time, the one thrusting was me, the voyeur from back then. This time I wasn't drunk; I had the strength and experience to give her complete pleasure. The sound of my lower abdomen hitting her buttocks, Fanghua's ecstatic moans, my heavy breathing, and the creaking of the small bed combined to create a lewd sexual symphony that filled the entire room and provided endless fuel for our passion. My eyes were fixed on the increasingly taut curve of her back, where tiny beads of sweat had already gathered. Unable to resist, I reached out and stroked her smooth back, then around her body, kneading her full, tender breasts. After sliding my fingers over her abdomen, I rubbed her clitoris with my middle and index fingers. The stimulation from several different parts simultaneously acted on her central nervous system, causing her body to arch reflexively. My hands and penis seized the opportunity to move faster and faster, my waist thrusting violently, producing a series of crisp sounds upon impact. Her hips also began to sway back and forth actively, reaching the deepest part of her vagina in sync with my penis.Did her words imply something? I suddenly realized: I still harbored that same desire for her body, a desire I'd never felt even for Wang Ying. The next afternoon, I couldn't resist seeing Fanghua. I told my family I was going to see a classmate. Then I went to the supermarket and bought a bottle of Great Wall Red wine—I knew Fanghua could drink it—and some cooked food to take with me. The meal was pleasant, and eating alone with the beautiful young woman was even more enjoyable. We talked happily, without mentioning the awkwardness of the past. Fanghua complimented Wang Ying, whom I'd met that day, and even asked me with a smile if I was her girlfriend. For some reason, I didn't directly admit it and quickly changed the subject to my cousin's work. As the large bottle of Red wine was finished, our conversation became increasingly casual. I no longer told childish jokes like I did in high school; after using some more ordinary transitions, I started shamelessly telling explicit, so-called humor. She was still as unconcerned as before, laughing and trembling with amusement. My desire began to rise; the urge to have sex with Fanghua grew stronger and stronger, almost burning me up. My mind drifted back to my first time with Wang Ying. I considered whether I could use the same kind of violence on Fanghua as I had on Wang Ying. Fanghua noticed my unusual behavior, but continued to smile, calmly observing a nervous prey. I stopped speaking, trying to control my emotions, gazing into her beautiful eyes. Her face flushed, just like the day she caught me masturbating at noon, but she didn't avoid my gaze, looking at me the same way. I presumptuously interpreted her expression as indulgence and provocation, and steeled myself, grabbing her arm. The air seemed to freeze for a moment; the silence was so profound we could hear our own heartbeats. I felt the delicate skin of her small hand, gently rubbing it. She neither resisted nor yielded, still calmly smiling at me. This attitude annoyed me, so I increased the force, pulling her completely into my arms and caressing her. She hummed, then laughed, patting my firm chest, seemingly pleased with my strength, her eyes glancing at my old room. I knew that the single bed I had used was still in that small room. I slightly parted the distance between us, unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled her nightgown down over her head. I buried my face in her neck, kissing her breasts, my hands still kneading her plump buttocks. She began to moan softly, clinging tightly to me, her body limp as if she were about to collapse to the ground, and whispered that she wanted to go to the bed. I stood up, let her lie down, and took the opportunity to take off my own clothes. Fanghua's vagina was no looser than Wangying's, just as I had imagined. I felt the pleasure of my penis being gripped by a mature woman's vagina, and continued to move, my thick, long penis glistening as I withdrew. Fanghua's watery eyes were hazy; this shy yet wanton young woman made me unable to control myself any longer, and I began to increase my strength. She arched her chin, moaning incessantly, her hands squeezing her breasts, pulling her bra aside. I lifted her long, slender legs, encased in pure white cotton stockings, and braced them against my shoulder, thrusting vigorously while simultaneously soothing her soft breasts with my hand. After five or six minutes of frantic thrusting, Fanghua was completely dazed, moaning loudly, and I could sense the prelude to orgasm—this was definitely not my style! How could I give up so quickly! So I grabbed her thighs and pressed them against her breasts, shifting to a deeper position and resuming my previous slow thrusting. She gradually caught her breath, her moans slowing with my movements, and lovingly stroked my shoulder, murmuring, "It feels so good… I just had an orgasm… I haven't felt this good in a long time… How about you?" I smiled and leaned down to kiss her nipple. After resting for a while, the excitement gradually subsided, and I had her roll over onto her stomach, her buttocks raised high, her wet vagina perfectly aligned with the angle of my penis. I held her fair, round buttocks, spreading them apart to reveal the pink, fleshy opening, and then easily entered from behind. Fanghua was now lying in front of me, her delicate vulva peeking out from her white buttocks, her clean, rosy anus exquisitely beautiful—everything was as beautiful as when I first saw her years ago, and her passionate moans were just as sweet. Only this time, the one thrusting was me, the voyeur from back then. This time I wasn't drunk; I had the strength and experience to give her complete pleasure. The sound of my lower abdomen hitting her buttocks, Fanghua's ecstatic moans, my heavy breathing, and the creaking of the small bed combined to create a lewd sexual symphony, filling the entire room and providing endless fuel for our passion. My eyes were fixed on the increasingly taut curve of her back, where tiny beads of sweat had already gathered. Unable to resist, I reached out and stroked her smooth back, then around her body, kneading her full, tender breasts. After sliding my fingers over her abdomen, I rubbed her clitoris with my middle and index fingers. The stimulation from several different parts simultaneously acted on her central nervous system, causing her body to arch reflexively. My hands and penis seized the opportunity to move faster and faster, my waist thrusting violently, producing a series of crisp sounds upon impact. Her hips also began to sway back and forth actively, reaching the deepest part of her vagina in sync with my penis.Did her words imply something? I suddenly realized: I still harbored that same desire for her body, a desire I'd never felt even for Wang Ying. The next afternoon, I couldn't resist seeing Fanghua. I told my family I was going to see a classmate. Then I went to the supermarket and bought a bottle of Great Wall Red wine—I knew Fanghua could drink it—and some cooked food to take with me. The meal was pleasant, and eating alone with the beautiful young woman was even more enjoyable. We talked happily, without mentioning the awkwardness of the past. Fanghua complimented Wang Ying, whom I'd met that day, and even asked me with a smile if I was her girlfriend. For some reason, I didn't directly admit it and quickly changed the subject to my cousin's work. As the large bottle of Red wine was finished, our conversation became increasingly casual. I no longer told childish jokes like I did in high school; after using some more ordinary transitions, I started shamelessly telling explicit, so-called humor. She was still as unconcerned as before, laughing and trembling with amusement. My desire began to rise; the urge to have sex with Fanghua grew stronger and stronger, almost burning me up. My mind drifted back to my first time with Wang Ying. I considered whether I could use the same kind of violence on Fanghua as I had on Wang Ying. Fanghua noticed my unusual behavior, but continued to smile, calmly observing a nervous prey. I stopped speaking, trying to control my emotions, gazing into her beautiful eyes. Her face flushed, just like the day she caught me masturbating at noon, but she didn't avoid my gaze, looking at me the same way. I presumptuously interpreted her expression as indulgence and provocation, and steeled myself, grabbing her arm. The air seemed to freeze for a moment; the silence was so profound we could hear our own heartbeats. I felt the delicate skin of her small hand, gently rubbing it. She neither resisted nor yielded, still calmly smiling at me. This attitude annoyed me, so I increased the force, pulling her completely into my arms and caressing her. She hummed, then laughed, patting my firm chest, seemingly pleased with my strength, her eyes glancing at my old room. I knew that the single bed I had used was still in that small room. I slightly parted the distance between us, unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled her nightgown down over her head. I buried my face in her neck, kissing her breasts, my hands still kneading her plump buttocks. She began to moan softly, clinging tightly to me, her body limp as if she were about to collapse to the ground, and whispered that she wanted to go to the bed. I stood up, let her lie down, and took the opportunity to take off my own clothes. Fanghua's vagina was no looser than Wangying's, just as I had imagined. I felt the pleasure of my penis being gripped by a mature woman's vagina, and continued to move, my thick, long penis glistening as I withdrew. Fanghua's watery eyes were hazy; this shy yet wanton young woman made me unable to control myself any longer, and I began to increase my strength. She arched her chin, moaning incessantly, her hands squeezing her breasts, pulling her bra aside. I lifted her long, slender legs, encased in pure white cotton stockings, and braced them against my shoulder, thrusting vigorously while simultaneously soothing her soft breasts with my hand. After five or six minutes of frantic thrusting, Fanghua was completely dazed, moaning loudly, and I could sense the prelude to orgasm—this was definitely not my style! How could I give up so quickly! So I grabbed her thighs and pressed them against her breasts, shifting to a deeper position and resuming my previous slow thrusting. She gradually caught her breath, her moans slowing with my movements, and lovingly stroked my shoulder, murmuring, "It feels so good… I just had an orgasm… I haven't felt this good in a long time… How about you?" I smiled and leaned down to kiss her nipple. After resting for a while, the excitement gradually subsided, and I had her roll over onto her stomach, her buttocks raised high, her wet vagina perfectly aligned with the angle of my penis. I held her fair, round buttocks, spreading them apart to reveal the pink, fleshy opening, and then easily entered from behind. Fanghua was now lying in front of me, her delicate vulva peeking out from her white buttocks, her clean, rosy anus exquisitely beautiful—everything was as beautiful as when I first saw her years ago, and her passionate moans were just as sweet. Only this time, the one thrusting was me, the voyeur from back then. This time I wasn't drunk; I had the strength and experience to give her complete pleasure. The sound of my lower abdomen hitting her buttocks, Fanghua's ecstatic moans, my heavy breathing, and the creaking of the small bed combined to create a lewd sexual symphony, filling the entire room and providing endless fuel for our passion. My eyes were fixed on the increasingly taut curve of her back, where tiny beads of sweat had already gathered. Unable to resist, I reached out and stroked her smooth back, then around her body, kneading her full, tender breasts. After sliding my fingers over her abdomen, I rubbed her clitoris with my middle and index fingers. The stimulation from several different parts simultaneously acted on her central nervous system, causing her body to arch reflexively. My hands and penis seized the opportunity to move faster and faster, my waist thrusting violently, producing a series of crisp sounds upon impact. Her hips also began to sway back and forth actively, reaching the deepest part of her vagina in sync with my penis.I entered from behind. Now Fanghua was also lying in front of me, her delicate vulva peeking out from her white buttocks, her clean and rosy anus exquisite and elegant. Everything was as beautiful as when I first saw her years ago, and her passionate moans were just as sweet. Only this time, the one thrusting had changed to me, the voyeur from back then. This time I wasn't drunk; I had the strength and experience to give her complete pleasure. The sound of my lower abdomen hitting her buttocks, Fanghua's ecstatic moans, my heavy breathing, and the creaking of the small bed combined to create a lewd sexual march that filled the entire room and provided endless energy for our passion. My eyes were fixed on the increasingly taut curve of her back, where tiny beads of sweat had already gathered. Involuntarily, I reached out and stroked her smooth back, then around her body, kneading her full and tender breasts, and after sliding over her abdomen, I used my middle and index fingers to rub her clitoris. Stimulation from several different parts of her body acted simultaneously on her central nervous system, causing her body to arch reflexively. My hands and penis moved faster and faster, my waist thrusting violently, producing a series of crisp sounds upon impact. Her hips also began to sway back and forth actively, reaching the deepest part of her vagina in sync with my penis.I entered from behind. Now Fanghua was also lying in front of me, her delicate vulva peeking out from her white buttocks, her clean and rosy anus exquisite and elegant. Everything was as beautiful as when I first saw her years ago, and her passionate moans were just as sweet. Only this time, the one thrusting had changed to me, the voyeur from back then. This time I wasn't drunk; I had the strength and experience to give her complete pleasure. The sound of my lower abdomen hitting her buttocks, Fanghua's ecstatic moans, my heavy breathing, and the creaking of the small bed combined to create a lewd sexual march that filled the entire room and provided endless energy for our passion. My eyes were fixed on the increasingly taut curve of her back, where tiny beads of sweat had already gathered. Involuntarily, I reached out and stroked her smooth back, then around her body, kneading her full and tender breasts, and after sliding over her abdomen, I used my middle and index fingers to rub her clitoris. Stimulation from several different parts of her body acted simultaneously on her central nervous system, causing her body to arch reflexively. My hands and penis moved faster and faster, my waist thrusting violently, producing a series of crisp sounds upon impact. Her hips also began to sway back and forth actively, reaching the deepest part of her vagina in sync with my penis.

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