Stealing mature women

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When Peng Chuanwei arrived at the hotel bedroom, the mature woman, A Xiang, was still asleep, occasionally letting out sweet breaths. She was exhausted. She didn't even notice Peng Chuanwei's arrival. A Xiang's biggest mistake was not realizing that Peng Chuanwei could enter without a key. She forgot a crucial detail: the establishment was registered under Peng Chuanwei's name, allowing him to claim he'd left the key and have the staff open the door.
A Xiang slept soundly, completely naked and defenseless. Her beautiful body intensely stimulated Peng Chuanwei's desire, making him lose his senses. He moved closer to her beautiful body. However, Peng Chuanwei was cautious; he didn't rush over directly, afraid of waking her. To avoid trouble and preparation, he quietly approached her. A Xiang's snow-white body was so dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes. A sweet, fleshy scent wafted over, making Peng Chuanwei's heart race and his passion surge. He went to the bed of the mature woman, A Xiang. She was still asleep, perhaps from the fatigue of the journey or perhaps from the exertion of masturbation. In any case, she was completely still; even if several people carried her away, she wouldn't wake up.
Peng Chuanwei gently removed his clothes, becoming completely naked, and then got into bed, pulling A Xiang into his arms. A Xiang's body stirred slightly, then she fell asleep again. Peng Chuanwei gently massaged her breasts, and her body stretched, seemingly responding to his call, snuggling closer to him before falling into a deep sleep again.
Suddenly, Peng Chuanwei felt a coolness below him. He touched a wet patch and was momentarily confused, but then he understood. He reached down and found a warm, moist expanse. Peng Chuanwei smiled triumphantly.
Peng Chuanwei immediately became aroused. He climbed onto the mature woman, A Xiang, but she pushed him off. In the dim, colored light of the bedroom, A Xiang's eyes were half-closed, and she was snoring softly. Peng Chuanwei wasn't sure if she was truly asleep. He didn't dare to make a hasty move, opting for a more circuitous strategy. He planned to wait until she was sound asleep before proceeding. He had already devised a plan to deal with A Xiang. Actually, A Xiang was already asleep, but his actions had prevented her from falling into a deep sleep. Afraid of ruining his plans, he patiently waited.
Finally, A Xiang began to snore softly again. Peng Chuanwei's desire surged. He turned and embraced A Xiang. A Xiang also turned to face him, offering him her entire back. Pressed against her tender, supple body, Peng Chuanwei's heart pounded with excitement. His lower body reacted strongly.
Peng Chuanwei reached his hand from behind the mature woman, A Xiang, and grasped her two full breasts, kneading them. A Xiang stretched out her body and snuggled closer to him, which delighted Peng Chuanwei. He then reached for her lower body, which was already wet. He lifted her thighs slightly and entered her from behind without much effort. As he entered, she leaned closer to him again. Peng Chuanwei began his movements while she was dazed; he found this position convenient and efficient.
A Xiang was already a vast ocean of fluid, her waves surging, quickly engulfing Peng Chuanwei. He vomited without realizing it.
A Xiang was asleep, and Peng Chuanwei had done what he wanted in her dream. This left him feeling utterly bewildered.
After Peng Chuanwei finished, he found the mature woman, A Xiang, still asleep, snoring softly. He devised a plan. Since A Xiang didn't know he'd done it with her, he decided to slip away. Peng Chuanwei
quietly dressed, then went to A Xiang's side. She was still sleeping soundly. Peng Chuanwei quietly slipped out of the hotel.
Early the next morning, Peng Chuanwei arrived at Zhang Ya's house to arrange her funeral.
Sunlight streamed through the bed curtains and into the room. A Xiang stretched, then yawned and woke up. She was still a little groggy, not understanding how she ended up in this unfamiliar hotel. Her mind was blank. She hurriedly sat up, but felt discomfort in her lower body; a sticky discharge came out. A Xiang's face paled instantly. What was happening? She frantically ran to the bathroom and scrubbed herself vigorously, using soap several times.
The mature woman, A Xiang, recalled the details of yesterday. It must have been Peng Chuanwei who did it. How could he be so despicable, using such methods? She stomped her feet in anger, but then she remembered that she had come to him for help, and he had promised her a job. She couldn't afford to offend him. A Xiang fell into deep thought.
Peng Chuanwei had arranged a very successful funeral for Zhang Ya's father, for which Zhang Ya was extremely grateful. Although it seemed like she had lost face by being with him, she was satisfied with the real benefits she received.
The funeral was very grand, with over a hundred cars, all high-end luxury vehicles. Even the mayor wouldn't have such a lavish affair. She knew all of this was thanks to Peng Chuanwei. Despite the old man's seemingly insignificant appearance,
he was a truly powerful figure. Many people came to pay their respects, most because of Peng Chuanwei, and all brought generous gifts.
It seemed everyone knew Zhang Ya was Peng Chuanwei's mistress. This made Zhang Ya feel extremely ashamed.
"Zhang Ya, take care."
After a busy day, once everything was settled, Peng Chuanwei said to Zhang Ya. "You haven't rested well these past few days either. Now that everything's alright, you should get some rest."
Peng Chuanwei picked up his bag, ready to leave. Zhang Ya suddenly grabbed his sleeve and said, "I want you to stay with me."
Peng Chuanwei glanced at Zhang Ya's room. He was currently in Zhang Ya's bedroom. Zhang Ya's family lived in a two-bedroom apartment; her parents occupied one room, and she occupied the other. Now that her father had passed away, only her mother occupied the other room. In fact, Zhang Ya's mother wasn't even as old as Peng Chuanwei, which created an awkward situation when Peng Chuanwei and Zhang Ya's mother met. Peng Chuanwei's relationship with her daughter, Zhang Ya, made her feel ashamed.
These past few days, Peng Chuanwei's frequent visits to her home had made Zhang Ya's mother very unhappy, but she couldn't show it because he was helping her with her late husband's funeral arrangements, and Peng Chuanwei had handled the matter very well. This gave Zhang Ya's mother a slight liking for Peng Chuanwei. However, she was quickly overwhelmed by the gossip of others. People gossiped and pointed at her, as if she had done something shameful.
Even worse, someone actually asked her to her face, "Who is that enthusiastic Peng Chuanwei? Why is he always at your house?"
This left Zhang's mother speechless, and she developed a negative feeling towards him.
Peng Chuanwei noticed this, so he tried not to linger at Zhang Ya's house. Although he and Zhang Ya had a house elsewhere, how could they leave Zhang Ya's mother alone at home while they went off to have fun?
"Zhang Ya, it's not that I don't want to keep you company. Look how awkward it is for me and your mother to be in your house,"
Peng Chuanwei explained. "Let's try to avoid this awkwardness, so I have to go."
Actually, the main reason Peng Chuanwei wanted to leave was that he was worried about the mature woman, A Xiang, at the hotel. He was completely distracted and restless, wondering what A Xiang was doing, whether she had eaten, and he felt incredibly foolish for forgetting to prepare a meal for her. He glanced at his wrist; it was already past one in the afternoon. He wondered if the mature woman, A Xiang, would go back. This thought only fueled his anxiety.
"I don't care, I just don't want you to leave,"
Zhang Ya said, hooking her arms around his neck and sitting on his lap. She spoke coquettishly, kissing him.
Peng Chuanwei grew impatient. He wanted to remove her hands from his body, but he was moved by her passion and hesitated to force her away. He was incredibly anxious, wondering what A Xiang would do. It seemed dealing with several women was no easy task.
“I want you to take me. Take me now,”
Zhang Ya clung to him like a snake. Peng Chuanwei hadn’t yet recovered from the exhaustion of the previous night. After finishing with the mature woman, A Xiang, he quietly returned to his office. He dozed off for a while, but didn’t sleep soundly because he had to get up early the next morning to arrange Zhang Ya’s father’s funeral. So he set his alarm. He had just drifted off when his phone rang, and he reluctantly got up. He had been busy all day, and during that time he should have called the mature woman, A Xiang, but he was too busy to even call her.
Now he finally had time, but Zhang Ya was clinging to him again. This made him feel helpless. Actually, his heart had already flown to the mature woman, A Xiang.
Zhang Ya’s body was as soft and serpentine as a snake. She nestled in Peng Chuanwei’s arms, kissing him thirstily, her voice hoarse with thirst.
Facing the parched, thirsty earth. Peng Chuanwei really wanted to stay. He thought it was time to start cultivating, otherwise the land would be abandoned, because it desperately needed planting.
Looking at its parched and cracked state, it was unacceptable not to cultivate it. But Peng Chuanwei's mind wasn't here; he had a greater concern: the mature woman, A Xiang.
So he refused Zhang Ya's sincere invitation and resolutely left his almost burning land, which desperately needed his care. But his care was limited; he had already released his energy once yesterday, and any more would be like using up his last reserves. Besides, he was getting older and didn't have the stamina of a young man—that much was undeniable.
Peng Chuanwei was trying to find a way to shake off Zhang Ya's entanglement.
"Zhang Ya, calm down, this is your home,"
Peng Chuanwei said, removing her hand.
"What's there to be afraid of?"
Zhang Ya inexplicably raised her head, staring at him. She thought to herself that he wasn't afraid in the office, but in her home, he had become so cautious.
"Your mom's in that room,"
Peng Chuanwei reminded her. "It wouldn't be good if she saw me."
"It's okay. My mom won't come in,"
Zhang Ya said confidently. "She still has that much manners."
Peng Chuanwei really couldn't understand how women could be so reckless when they were aroused.
Zhang Ya became excited again. She wrapped her legs around Peng Chuanwei's waist, her eyes glazed, her throat emitting sounds of unbearable desire. Peng Chuanwei picked her up. She coiled around him like a snake.
Her hands hooked around Peng Chuanwei's neck, her bare thighs rubbing against his body. She was seducing him like a wanton chicken.
Peng Chuanwei felt a surge of desire. His body was slowly changing. Faced with such a wanton woman, how many men could remain unmoved?
Especially Peng Chuanwei, this lecherous man. He didn't actually want to refuse Zhang Ya's advances; he was eyeing the mature woman, A Xiang, at the hotel. He wondered what A Xiang was doing now. Since he had invited her here... He shouldn't have left her alone in the hotel. So he treated Zhang Ya absentmindedly.
"Are you preoccupied today?"
Zhang Ya asked, a pang of sadness at his lack of his usual enthusiasm.
"I didn't sleep well last night, I kept thinking about this thing you took on,"
Peng Chuanwei said eloquently.
"Okay, let's sleep now."
Zhang Ya hugged his arm and lay down on the bed. Peng Chuanwei, following her momentum, lay on top of her. Her bare thighs coiled around his like snakes, and he felt the coolness of her thighs; in this sweltering weather, this coolness was so wonderful, so intoxicating.
Zhang Ya, burning with heat, undressed, even undressing alongside Peng Chuanwei, because she quickly stripped herself naked, while Peng Chuanwei was slow and still not completely undressed—in this respect, Peng Chuanwei was like a woman.
When Peng Chuanwei's skin touched Zhang Ya's, he felt the hunger within her body. She chewed greedily like a starving ghost seeing delicious food. This puzzled Peng Chuanwei. How could Zhang Ya, who seemed so quiet and gentle, have become so wanton? It was unbelievable.
Peng Chuanwei caressed Zhang Ya's hot body; every inch of her skin felt like it was on fire. As Peng Chuanwei touched her, her eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed, and her ears were burning. She was incredibly alluring and seductive, seemingly an incarnation of a fairy, possessing all the charm in the world. Peng Chuanwei
kneaded her small, firm breasts. Zhang Ya screamed wildly. Peng Chuanwei covered her mouth with his hand, warning her, "Keep it down. Your mother is in that room."
"I don't care, I'll scream as long as it hurts,"
Zhang Ya said coquettishly, twisting her naked body.
"When did you become so wanton?"
Peng Chuanwei asked.
"Don't try to act innocent after getting what you want!"
Zhang Ya glared at him. "You're ruining me like this."
"No, it's not like that,"
Peng Chuanwei said, kissing her breasts repeatedly. “I just feel you’ve changed lately,”
Peng Chuanwei said. Actually, his kisses on her breasts weren’t entirely willing; he noticed Zhang Ya was unhappy and used this tactic to appease her.
Peng Chuanwei understood women well, and Zhang Ya became docile under his kisses.
He successfully used his methods with women to his advantage, which pleased him greatly.
Peng Chuanwei continued to woo Zhang Ya patiently. The kisses deepened, slowly sliding over her abdomen and probing her lower body.
Zhang Ya’s lower body was burning with desire, and Peng Chuanwei’s kisses suited her perfectly. She pressed Peng Chuanwei’s head against her, writhing wildly and moaning passionately.
Peng Chuanwei tried to soothe her aroused body while simultaneously covering her mouth to silence her.
However, Zhang Ya ignored him and continued to moan loudly, which horrified Peng Chuanwei.
“Could you please be a little quieter? What kind of behavior is this if your mother hears?”
Peng Chuanwei said.
"You're pretending to be serious now,"
Zhang Ya said, dissatisfied. "You're more lewd than anyone else. If you keep talking like that, I won't let you play anymore, really."
Peng Chuanwei didn't dare to say another word. He could only focus on making Zhang Ya happy. Actually, he was really afraid that Zhang Ya's mother would hear the sounds of them making love. He was worried because this room was never good at blocking sound. They were being so wild here. What would Zhang Ya's mother think if she heard? Besides, Zhang Ya's father had just passed away. Why would she have this kind of leisure? This question made Peng Chuanwei think. Could it be that the person who just passed away wasn't Zhang Ya's biological father? Otherwise, why would she think of making love when she was so sad?
He didn't understand Zhang Ya's behavior. Was she gloating or too sad and trying to find an outlet for her sadness through making love? He didn't understand.
"Come on. I want..."
Zhang Ya looked at him with sparkling eyes, waiting for him to give her everything.
Peng Chuanwei said softly. "Please don't yell, okay? I get nervous when you yell."
"You silly girl."
Zhang Ya poked his forehead playfully. "What's wrong with yelling? Don't you like it when I yell? Back then, when I didn't yell, you scolded me."
“Isn’t this your house? It’s different,”
Peng Chuanwei said. “The location is different, but the way we make love is the same.”
“So you’ve done it in all sorts of places? Confess, which women have you slept with?”
Zhang Ya said coquettishly.
Peng Chuanwei said, “Here we go again. Why are you so jealous?”
“Don’t you want me to be jealous?”
Zhang Ya twisted her body. “A woman being jealous means she cares about you. Once she’s not jealous anymore, she won’t love you anymore.”
“That’s true,”
Peng Chuanwei said. “You’re a wonderful woman, I like you very much.”
“Really?”
Zhang Ya pressed closer and kissed his penis. This time, it was Peng Chuanwei’s turn to groan. He hadn’t expected to groan like a woman. He tried his best to control himself, but it was no use; he couldn’t help groaning.
Zhang Ya smiled charmingly at him. “You told me not to moan, but you’re moaning now?”
“I can’t take it,”
Peng Chuanwei said.
"Have you ever cried out like this under other women?"
Zhang Ya kissed him hard a few times, making Peng Chuanwei's cries even more intense.
Women always compare themselves to other women.
Even though Peng Chuanwei and Zhang Ya had been together for quite some time, this was the first time Zhang Ya had kissed him there, which he couldn't resist. Just as he was about to answer Zhang Ya's question, Peng Chuanwei's phone rang, startling him. He prayed inwardly that it wasn't the mature woman, A Xiang, calling; it wasn't appropriate for him to answer her call in this situation. He shakily picked up the phone. Looking at the caller ID, he was horrified.

Peng Chuanwei leaned down between A Xiang's legs and began kissing her. A Xiang had never been kissed like this before, and she couldn't withstand such intense stimulation. Her whole body convulsed and trembled, letting out hysterical screams.
A Xiang had never been kissed there before; she didn't understand why anyone would kiss her there, which was incomprehensible to her. When Peng Chuanwei actually kissed her, her breathing became heavy with tension. It felt like her body was on fire, burning and scorching her. She couldn't control herself; hormones surged, like a raging torrent destroying her fragile dam.
"I'm going to die,"
the mature woman, A Xiang, said beneath Peng Chuanwei. "I want it,"
Peng Chuanwei ignored her desire, continuing to linger and drink in that alluring harbor. He made A Xiang feel like she was dying of pleasure—exactly the effect Peng Chuanwei wanted.
In desperation, A Xiang grabbed his manhood and began to rub it vigorously. Peng Chuanwei felt pain in his lower body. Afraid that her sharp fingernails would scratch his treasure, he quickly pried her hands open.
"What are you doing?"
A Xiang asked, her face flushed.
"I'm afraid you'll break it,"
Peng Chuanwei said, lifting his head from between her legs and making a face at her. "It's taken me so many years to grow this long. If you take it down, I'm finished."
Peng Chuanwei's words made the mature woman, A Xiang, chuckle.
"See how I deal with you."
Peng Chuanwei lowered his head again and kissed her passionately. The mature woman, A Xiang, was driven to ecstasy by his unusual method. Her body went limp. Her orgasm followed, and she reached climax without any physical contact. This left them looking at each other in bewilderment.
Tao Ming was trying to get a loan to open a taxi company. He was trying to find connections and favors. These days, nothing is easy; without connections and power, it's impossible to move an inch. Fortunately, Tao Ming had run a company before and knew the ways of the world. Actually, he was a very resourceful person. Due to recent financial reasons, he had become somewhat estranged from his old friends.
It wasn't that he didn't want to be with them, but making friends required a lot of money. How could he maintain relationships with friends without money? Because he had distanced himself from them, now that he was starting a company, he couldn't do without their help. So he started contacting his old friends again and reconnected with them.
The first person Tao Ming thought of was Han Yu. Han Yu had a cousin who managed credit at a bank. Back then, Tao Ming had even borrowed money from his cousin, but at that time, Tao Ming was a wealthy tycoon, and all banks were willing to lend to him. Some banks even went so far as to solicit loans from him to meet their targets, pulling strings to secure loans. Things were different now. Now Tao Ming was penniless, and banks avoided him like the plague, let alone lending him money. In fact, banks are very opportunistic; the richer you are, the more they fawn over you. If you don't have money, you won't get a loan.
Tao Ming found Han Yu's phone number and called. The phone rang for a long time before Han Yu answered.
"Who is it?"
Han Yu asked.
"It's me, Tao Ming,"
Tao Ming said. "Where are you?"
"Tao Ming, why did it take you so long to call me? I thought you'd vanished into thin air,"
Han Yu said excitedly on the other end of the line. "Let's get together. It's been a long time since we've met. I've missed you, buddy. How have you been?"
"Just getting by,"
Tao Ming said. "What about you?"
"So-so,"
Han Yu said. "Come out, it's my treat. I'll get a few friends, and we'll drink until we drop."
"No way,"
Tao Ming said. "Nobody else is allowed, just the two of us. Let's have a proper chat."
"Okay, see you at the Grand Fortune Hotel, don't be late!"
Han Yu said. "It's my treat today."
"Why go to such a high-class place just for the two of us?"
Tao Ming said. "Wait for me downstairs at your place, I'll come pick you up right away."
"Okay,"
Han Yu said, "I'll come downstairs and wait for you now."
Tao Ming hung up the phone and then remembered that his car was currently with Hua Juan. Since Hua Juan was on the day shift, he had already finished work. He had told Han Yu he would come pick him up just out of professional instinct. He had assumed that while he was at work, his car was always at his disposal.
Tao Ming was a little dumbfounded when he realized his car wasn't with him. He wondered how he was going to pick up Han Yu.
He hurriedly went downstairs and hailed a taxi to pick up Han Yu.
"Dude, where's your car?"
Han Yu asked Tao Ming as he got into the taxi.
"My wife took it,"
Tao Ming replied vaguely. He knew Han Yu wasn't asking about his taxi, but his private car, which had been mortgaged to the bank.
"Tao Ming, what have you been up to lately?"
Han Yu asked. "Why haven't you contacted me?"
"No time. Just trying to survive?"
Tao Ming took out a cigarette, turned from the passenger seat, and handed it to Han Yu in the back seat. Then he lit one for himself and took a deep drag. "You don't have that much time. What are you doing?"
Han Yu said, smoking his cigarette. "I have nothing to do, just lazing around all day."
Tao Ming and Han Yu sat down in a private room at a mid-range restaurant.
"Han Yu, I need to talk to you about something,"
Tao Ming said after the waiter brought the food and drinks.
"What is it? Just say it, buddy,"
Han Yu replied chivalrously.
Tao Ming filled Han Yu's glass. "Is your cousin still at the bank?"
"Yes,"
Han Yu replied, taking the glass. "Are you thinking of getting a loan?"
"Come on, let's have a drink, brothers. It's been years since we drank together."
Tao Ming raised his glass, clinked it with Han Yu's, and downed it in one gulp.
Han Yu wasn't going to be outdone; he downed his glass too. "If you want a loan, it's just a matter of my brother saying a word."
After a glass of wine, they became more talkative.
"Really?"
Tao Ming said. "You can guarantee it."
"Of course I can. Come on, don't just talk nonsense. Let's drink."
Han Yu took another big gulp of wine. "You, Tao Ming, are so rich, getting a loan is a piece of cake, right? I even came to you for help back in the day."
Tao Ming remembered that Han Yu had approached him, telling him to ask his cousin for a loan when he needed money, because his cousin was a loan officer and hadn't met the bank's lending quota. He asked Tao Ming to help his cousin, and Tao Ming readily agreed. Han Yu's mention of it reminded him of this. A thought suddenly struck him.
"Han Yu, I'm thinking of starting a taxi company."
Tao Ming raised his glass and clinked it with Han Yu's. "I'm a little short on funds, and I'd like to borrow some money from your cousin."
"No problem."
Han Yu patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me."
"This isn't something you can decide on your own; you'll have to ask your cousin."
Tao Ming picked up a cigarette from the table, lit it, and took a deep drag, exhaling a long plume of smoke. “I need to find your cousin. Hey, why don’t we get him here now so I can talk to him in person?”
“Okay, I’ll call him right now.”
Han Yu took out his phone, searched for a number, and dialed.
After a while, Han Yu’s cousin answered the phone. “Brother, where are you?”
“At work. What’s up?”
the person on the other end asked.
Han Yu didn’t hide his phone call from Tao Ming. He continued, “Tao Ming wants to see you. He wants to get together.”
“When?”
the person on the other end asked.
“Right now, right now we’re together, we’re just missing you.”
Han Yu said.
“Not now, I have a meeting at the bank later. Let’s do it another day.”
Han Yu’s cousin said and hung up.
Han Yu said something more to the phone, but then realized there was no sound. He put down his phone, a little annoyed, and looked at Tao Ming awkwardly.
“What did your cousin say?”
Tao Ming asked.
“He said he doesn’t have time today. He has a meeting later.”
Han Yu explained.
“Alright,”
Tao Ming said, “I’ll treat him another day. This task is yours.”
“That’s easy, don’t worry,”
Han Yu said confidently.
“Miss, the bill.”
Tao Ming called over the waitress. He took out a few hundred-yuan bills.
“Tao Ming, I’ll pay. I said I’d treat you.”
Han Yu also took out his money and said to the waitress, “Take mine.”
Tao Ming pushed Han Yu aside. “I’m paying this bill.”
Seeing Tao Ming like this, Han Yu no longer refused; it would be fake to insist any longer. He said guiltily, “That’s right, I said I’d treat,
but you wouldn’t let me.” “You’ve already done me a huge favor by inviting your cousin over that day,”
Tao Ming said.
“Don’t worry, my cousin was overjoyed to hear you were treating him,”
Han Yu said.
Tao Ming hailed a taxi. “Han Yu, let’s get in the car and talk more,”
Han Yu looked at Tao Ming and asked. "Where shall we go again?"
"I'll take you to a great place, all the expenses are on me, you can relax and have fun,"
Tao Ming said mysteriously.
"This...this is on me,"
Han Yu said.
"No need, I'm a businessman, I'm better than you anyway,"
Tao Ming said.
The taxi took them to a sauna center, where saunas lined up one after another, the best place for entertainment and also the best place to curry favor with officials.
Tao Ming was sparing no expense to treat Han Yu to this loan, knowing that Han Yu would play a decisive role in it, so he didn't hesitate to spend money—this was Tao Ming's shrewdness as a businessman.
Tao Ming knew that although he and Hua Juan worked very hard to earn money, this customer was a must. If he could get this loan, he wouldn't be who he was now; he would become a powerful figure in the city again. Tao Ming and Han Yu entered a luxurious sauna center. The place was luxuriously decorated, with a large painting of a beautiful woman hanging on the wall. The woman in the painting was naked, exuding sensuality; her vibrant breasts provocatively aroused men's desires, and her alluring eyes flashed with seductive charm. Her dark triangle of skin stood out starkly against her snow-white skin. The woman in the painting seemed so real, captivating the men's senses.
Han Yu stared at the painting, lost in thought. Tao Ming nudged him, saying, "What's so great about a fake one? I'll show you the real thing later."
Despite Han Yu's sociable nature, he had never been to a sauna. No one had ever invited him. If it weren't for commercial reasons, no one would invite anyone to a sauna; it was a very expensive place, a money pit. If you have too much money to burn, come to a sauna.
Tao Ming, however, was different. Having worked in the business world, he was well-versed in saunas and other forms of entertainment. Sometimes, even if he didn't need these things, he would corrupt officials to curry favor with him, thus corrupting those he used and ultimately becoming corrupt himself.
Han Yu, embarrassed that Tao Ming had seen through his schemes, scratched his head awkwardly. Tao Ming nudged him, saying, "What are you standing there for? Come on, let's go inside and shower."
Han Yu followed Tao Ming into the changing room. The luxurious lockers in the changing room were unlike anything Han Yu had ever seen. He was astonished by the decor.
Everything in the sauna was new and exciting to Han Yu. He observed everything.
What excited Han Yu most wasn't the bathing process itself, but what happened afterward.
Han Yu almost made a fool of himself during the entire bathing process. It was after he and Tao Ming finished bathing and came to the changing room, each placing a nightgown in front of their lockers. People who frequent saunas know that these pajamas are for them to wear here before going to the rest area.
After drying herself off, Han Yu opened the locker and took out some clothes.
The key was on Han Yu's wrist. Since they were at the bar, the waiter had given them the key, which had a plastic ring that fit snugly on their wrists.
"You want to go back?"
Tao Ming asked in surprise
when he saw Han Yu open his suitcase. Tao Ming was already wearing pajamas. When Han Yu saw Tao Ming in his pajamas, he seemed to realize his lapse in composure. He then noticed a pair of pajamas of the same style as Tao Ming's in front of his locker. He had heard many ambiguous stories about saunas. Now that he had finished his sauna, he hadn't seen a single woman, which greatly disappointed him. It seemed saunas weren't as decadent as people said.
However, when Tao Ming asked him what he wanted to do, he realized the real show was yet to come. It was waiting for them, so he didn't explain, took the pajamas prepared for him on the long bench, and put them on. He followed Tao Ming into the lounge, which was spacious and crowded. People were lazily lying on the sofa beds, squinting at the large TV on the wall.
"Han Yu, do you want a foot massage or a full massage?"
Tao Ming asked.
"Massage. You want one?"
Han Yu looked at Tao Ming. "Since you're getting a massage, I'll get one too."
At this moment, two attractively dressed women approached, asking almost simultaneously, "Gentlemen, would you like a foot massage or a full massage?"
"Massage,"
Tao Ming replied.
"Please follow us."
The two young women gracefully led the way. Tao Ming and Han Yu followed closely behind. Both women were very sexy, especially their full, round, and alluring buttocks. They wore matching purple miniskirts, the standard attire for the sauna.
Their long, white legs were faintly visible beneath their skirts, a truly alluring sight.
They arrived at the massage room in the back, where Tao Ming and Han Yu lay on adjacent beds.
Tao Ming looked at the woman he was massaging. She wasn't very old, only about twenty-six or twenty-seven. She leaned towards Tao Ming, and he knew they would do anything for money. Therefore, he was extra careful with them.
As the woman bent over, Tao Ming saw her snow-white cleavage. The neckline of her dress was very low, and with her slight bend, he could clearly see her swaying breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, as Tao Ming could already see her full breasts, though not clearly, they were still very noticeable.
"Brother, would you like a full-body or partial treatment?"
the woman's sweet voice was very sexy. Tao Ming couldn't help but pat her firm, elastic buttocks and said. "You should lie down and rest for a while too. I'll sign this contract."
The woman smiled charmingly and said, "Thank you, brother,"
before quickly lying down next to Tao Ming, a strong scent of perfume wafting towards him.
Tao Ming couldn't help but touch her buttocks again. The woman smiled coquettishly, "Do you like me, brother?"
"Oh,"
Tao Ming asked, "Where are you from?"
The woman gave a name from a place Tao Ming had never heard of. Tao Ming's hand wandered under the woman's skirt, touching her cold skin, which he found very appealing. He caressed it tenderly.
The woman pressed herself against him, reaching into his pants as well. Since Tao Ming was wearing pajamas, his pants were practically useless. The woman's hand played with his manhood.
Seduced by the woman, Tao Ming quickly became erect. As he stroked her, the hem of her dress unintentionally rode up, revealing a section of her snow-white waist. Tao Ming was delighted; now it was so easy to casually play with any woman. Before, he would have been considered a pervert.
"Brother, would you like to do it?"
the woman said gently. She didn't release Tao Ming's manhood as she spoke. This was a tactic she used to attract customers. Tao Ming was using her charm, but since she had brought it up, he couldn't refuse. After all, he had seduced her first; it would be unfair to grope her and then refuse her.
“Alright, I’ll grant your wish, brother.”
Tao Ming pinched her cheek again. “Really,”
the woman excitedly pinched him hard. Tao Ming frowned, and the woman smiled seductively.
The woman got off the bed and led Tao Ming to another room. This room only had one bed, seemingly prepared specifically for that purpose.
After they got into bed, the woman stripped herself naked and straddled Tao Ming. Peng Ming didn’t want to rush things; he wanted to savor it slowly. He had paid a high price for this woman, and he knew that women here were expensive. However, the woman’s provocations quickly made him unable to hold on. He tried to persist, but the more he persisted, the less he could hold on. Finally, he ejaculated, along with his money. He lay there, extremely frustrated and depressed.

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