The girl next door

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[The Neighbor's Wife]
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Wu Zi, a fellow villager of the same surname and generation, worked in the south and brought back a very beautiful girl to be his wife. I was in junior high school then, young and naive, and all I thought was that my sister-in-law was beautiful—the most beautiful woman among all thirty-six households in our village. She had a pretty face, a high, slightly upturned nose, large, watery eyes, small lips, and neat, white teeth—truly radiant and captivating. Her long, black hair accentuated her beauty. Her figure was neither too thin nor too plump, her steps were light, and her shy demeanor made this still-immature young boy fall more and more in love with her. Wu Zi had worked away from home for several years and earned a lot of money. He built a four-story villa right next to our house, the same height as ours. From my bedroom/study, I could see everything in his yard. We were already from the same extended family, and since our houses were so close, we were very friendly. Besides, he had such a beautiful wife, so of course I wanted our families to have a good relationship. Wu Zi is very well-connected; he became the vice president of a company in the city and got his wife a job as a supervisor in the food department on the first floor of a large supermarket. We live in the suburbs, and although they work in the city, they only leave early and return late. The four years I spent preparing for the high school entrance exam and getting into university were not only the most intense and crucial time of my life, but also a period of physical growth, youthful anxiety, and, most importantly, a time when I was obsessed with my sister-in-law. Not long after her marriage, her belly grew bigger every day. During her pregnancy, her eyes became even bigger and brighter, and her large, protruding belly and plump buttocks were a sight I could never tire of. Soon after, she gave birth to a son. During her leave, she often came to my house. When the child was two or three years old, he liked to grab everything on my table and sofa, often stealing the ginseng water from my bowl. He liked to repeatedly press every button on my VCR, to the point that it's no longer functional. Of course, no matter how busy I was with my studies, I would still chat with my sister-in-law and take the opportunity to glance at her a few more times. My sister-in-law was even more alluring and sexy after giving birth. Her complexion was rosier, her breasts were fuller, and her buttocks were more shapely. When she wore high heels, her profile formed a perfect S-shape, making one's heart race and blood boil. One morning, I was studying at home. After a while, I wanted to move around, so I grabbed a broom to sweep the area in front of my house. Just then, I saw my sister-in-law carrying a small bag, dragging her tired body, walking unsteadily past my door. I asked her why she wasn't at work, and she said she had a cold and wasn't going. I said she should see a doctor, and she said she had medicine at home and would take it when she got home. During our conversation, I noticed something strange about my sister-in-law. First, her eyes were particularly greedy and lustful, as if she wanted to devour me. Second, her eyes kept staring at my crotch, and as she passed my door, she kept turning back to look at that area. I was studying inside that day, wearing tight pants, and seeing my sister-in-law, my lower body was bound to be aroused. Could it be that my sister-in-law was interested in that area? Of course, I couldn't be happier. Then, after my sister-in-law opened the door and went inside, she didn't close it, leaving the living room wide open. I stood there stunned for a long time, convinced that Wu Zi was resting at home playing on the computer! But the next afternoon, I learned from her son that Wu Zi had gone on a business trip and wouldn't be home for several days. I was filled with regret. Why didn't I go in with her? My sister-in-law had a cold, why didn't I go and check on her? She hadn't closed the door; it was actually open for me. By the time I wanted to go back, Wu Zi had returned from his business trip, and my sister-in-law's eyes had returned to their usual tranquility. I thought to myself, my sister-in-law usually gave me the impression of being very dignified and upright. How could she become like a harlot after only a few days away from a man? From that moment on, I no longer just wanted to glance at her; I wanted to find ways to pursue and seduce her. It was a sunny day. I was passing by my sister-in-law's house when I saw her mopping the floor. I said to her, "Sister-in-law, you're so busy. Don't tire yourself out." At the same time, I went up and grabbed her chubby hands. My eyes were fixed on my sister-in-law's face, then I looked at her cleavage, her breasts, her belly, and her legs from top to bottom and bottom to top. This was the first time I had ever looked at my sister-in-law so closely, so boldly and unrestrainedly. She blushed and kept saying, "What are you doing? Let go! It's not good if others see." It was during this time that I discovered my sister-in-law's breasts weren't very big, but her hips and legs, especially her crotch, were very thick and firm. My sister-in-law was truly a natural sex addict. A man would definitely enjoy making love with a woman like that. It was the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. Seeing that Brother Wu had gone out to play cards, I slipped over to my sister-in-law's house, ostensibly to wish her a Happy New Year. I saw her wearing a long red down jacket, her cheeks rosy like ripe red apples. When she saw me, she was about to get up to do something. I said, "Sister-in-law, please sit down," and grabbed her hands, pressing her down to sit beside me. I asked my sister-in-law to sit with me for a while, and she said she'd pour me some water. I noticed she had a handled glass with longan soaking in it, so I picked it up and drank from it, saying, "Here's some, drink from my sister-in-law." After a few sips, she was offered more water, the meaning of which was quite clear. I tightly grasped my sister-in-law's hands, sometimes placing them on my chest, sometimes on my crotch, and at the same time, mustering my courage, I blurted out the words I'd said a thousand times in my heart: "Sister-in-law, I've always liked you. You're the best woman I've ever met. I want to be your best and closest friend. I'll tell you everything from now on, and I hope you'll feel the same way. I want to think about you every day, to see you every day. Sister-in-law, you married far away from home, and you don't have many relatives around you. From now on, please treat me as your closest person." I asked my sister-in-law how to write her name, and her date and place of birth. My sister-in-law was very calm and composed, only telling me the three characters of her name and her birthplace, refusing to mention her birthday. I remarked that my sister-in-law's name was beautifully chosen; she must have been born at sunrise, when the sun shone brightly. My sister-in-law pulled her hand away from mine, saying that Wu Zi, like all men, was very possessive and didn't want his wife to have much contact with other men. She told me to stop, saying he would scold me if he saw us. She urged me to leave quickly, saying that people would be coming to pay New Year's visits, and it wouldn't be good for others to see us like this. As I left, my sister-in-law stood up to see me off, and I gently hugged her from behind. The only positive outcome was that she at least knew I liked and loved her, and that I would pursue her. The negative impact was that she rarely came to my house afterward, and when she was with me, she always tried to keep her distance and was wary of me. One day I went to her house and saw her playing on the computer. I thought this was a chance to get closer to my sister-in-law, but unfortunately her mother-in-law was there, so I didn't dare to be presumptuous. After greeting the woman I called "Auntie," I went over to my sister-in-law. She said, "Why aren't you studying?" I said, "I'm tired. I came here to relax." As I said this, I put my hand on her soft hand that was holding the mouse. Suddenly, I had an idea. I said, "Sister-in-law, let's find your house on Google Maps." My sister-in-law immediately became interested. So I clicked the mouse and she typed. Our heads were close together, our faces almost touching. I whispered in her ear. My sister-in-law never used cosmetics or wore makeup. Her beauty was completely natural. I greedily inhaled the intoxicating scent emanating from her body. I quickly found her home on the computer. She told me that a famous river flowed in front of her house, and mountains stretched behind it. She pointed out the places she went to elementary and middle school, where her relatives lived, and where she liked to play as a child, evoking memories of her childhood and her longing for her hometown. I took the opportunity to get even closer to her, trying to rub against her as much as possible. But my aunt, busy with her work, was watching us. Knowing their mother-in-law/daughter-in-law relationship wasn't good, I stopped while I was ahead and left after a while. Since my sister-in-law married into the family, she had monopolized my sperm supply during my adolescence. Every few days, I would call out her name, thinking of her face and figure, especially her thick, round, firm buttocks, ejaculating thick streams of semen. If that semen could reach her uterus, the children born could arm an entire army! One day, I was reading in my study while my sister-in-law was washing and drying clothes in her yard, no more than five meters away as the crow flies. The glass was a bit blurry, but she was wearing a white wool sweater, her dark hair tied in a ponytail, looking exceptionally beautiful and charming. I pulled out my erect penis and started masturbating, watching her every move, calling her name, and ejaculating a large puddle of semen under the table. Another time, her son insisted on coming to my house to play. After a while, she told him, "Come on, Uncle is going to take the imperial examination; we can't disturb him while he's studying." With a combination of coaxing and pulling, she managed to drag her son out the door, but he refused to leave. My sister-in-law closed the door for me from the outside, then leaned against it. I watched her through the peephole, pulled out my penis, masturbated, and softly called her name, ejaculating a large puddle of semen onto the door. This ejaculation occurred just a doorway away from my sister-in-law, the closest we've ever been. If the door hadn't been there, I would have covered her in semen. Preparing for the college entrance exam is stressful, but it's important to have a good mood and moments of relaxation. For me, the best feeling is seeing my sister-in-law, and the best way to relax is chatting with her. Whenever I have free time, I go to her, either at home or at her workplace. Through our conversations, I've learned that she's not happy, that her life isn't fulfilling. Her mother-in-law is stirring up trouble, driving a wedge between her and her husband, and has repeatedly instigated her son, Wu Zi, to beat his wife. Wu Zi, believing only his mother's side of the story, has severely beaten his wife.He grabbed his wife's hair and slammed her head against the wall. She said she often felt dizzy, possibly a sequela of a concussion. Whenever she talked about these painful things, she would burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. Whenever this happened, I would wipe away her tears with a tissue, gently stroking her hair or her back to comfort her. She said that at these times, she felt utterly alone and helpless. Besides her young son, she had no relatives or friends. Her parents, a thousand miles away, were honest, simple mountain people who had opposed their daughter marrying so far away. Could she possibly cause them further trouble? She could only bear everything silently. Although I felt indignant for her, I was powerless to protect her. She said that she had always been well-behaved in Wu Zi's family for so many years, without the slightest transgression. If she had done anything wrong, wouldn't she have been kicked out? Only then did I understand why she was so heartless and cold towards me. My sister-in-law said that without her mother-in-law's instigation, Wu Zi treated her fairly well, so now she just hoped her son would grow up quickly and save some money to buy a shop in the city so she would have someone to rely on in her old age. Life is so cruel; a beautiful young woman was so heartbroken by life. The summer after my college entrance exam was the most relaxing time of my life, and also the time when I was fervently pursuing my sister-in-law. I was practically glued to her every day. When she was at work, I went to her workplace; when she was off, I went to her house. She was somewhat afraid and timid. I knew her difficulties and understood her situation, but because I liked her so much, I still didn't care. I told her, "Sister-in-law, if I get my college acceptance letter, it will be too difficult to see you again." Of course, she understood this, so she let me cling to her. Summer was sweltering, and my sister-in-law took off her favorite jeans and put on a skirt. I could admire her fair, smooth, thick, and round thighs. During that time, my sister-in-law often wore three dresses: a white dress, a white dress with orchid patterns, and a sky-blue short-sleeved top with a white skirt. One day, I went to my sister-in-law's house. She was defrosting the refrigerator. I slowly walked up behind her. She probably knew I was there. I gently pressed my chest against her back, my penis naturally resting against her buttocks. I stroked her hair with my cheeks, kissed her hair, and blew into her ear. She gave a rough "hmm," which I knew was a warning. Then she said someone was outside. I turned around and saw a woman playing with a child outside the window. She might have seen what had just happened. My sister-in-law usually wore flat shoes, but I liked her in high heels, especially when she wore a dress. When she wore high heels, her big buttocks would sway from side to side, her waist would twist, and her hair would flutter. So whenever I saw my sister-in-law wearing flat sandals, I would find her high-heeled sandals and help her change. Sometimes I forced her to change them herself, and sometimes I would sit her down in a chair and help her. My favorite thing to do was change my sister-in-law's shoes, because that way I could touch her smooth, delicate legs more often. Once, while I was touching her, my hand moved up to her knee. My hand caressed the inside of her thigh, and the feeling was so wonderful. I could hear my heart pounding wildly. I didn't know if she was enjoying my caresses or if she was distracted, because she didn't react after a while. I took the opportunity to slip my hand down her thigh, trying to use my fingers to pull aside her panties and go straight for her private parts. Just as my middle finger touched the edge of her panties, she suddenly woke up as if electrocuted, stood up, and warned me that if I moved again, I wouldn't let her put on her shoes. I could also glance upwards to see her thighs and what was under her skirt, but she knew what I was thinking, and she always kept her legs tightly closed. Once, I was sitting face-to-face chatting with my sister-in-law. After a while, she would change her sitting position from time to time, and at the same time, she would lift up her skirt that was sticking to her body. Just as my sister-in-law was about to lift her skirt, I tilted my head and said, "Sister-in-law, can I see under your skirt?" Just then, her skirt lifted, and I saw her two smooth, white thighs all the way to her calves, and her white underwear—unfortunately, it was boxer shorts; I could only see a white strip between her legs. My sister-in-law seemed angry; her face fell, and she ignored me for over an hour. I had to coax her gently, saying, "Sister-in-law, it's because you're so beautiful! You're irresistible! If I didn't like you so much, would I be clinging to you like this? If I didn't like you so much, why would I be looking at that?" I quietly told her I hadn't seen anything, and she laughed. I said what I really wanted to see was my sister-in-law completely naked! She said, "If I told you, Brother Wu, he'd kill you!" On April 18th, I went to see my sister-in-law. She was at work, and I arrived at her company around 9:15. She had just seen off four customers. I was standing in front of her door, and she was standing at the right corner of the counter, seemingly lost in thought. She didn't notice me until quite a while later, when she finally noticed me and said, "You're here so early?"I went to see my sister-in-law. She works at an office, and I arrived at her office around 9:15. She had just seen off four clients. I stood in front of her door, and she stood at the right corner of the counter, seemingly lost in thought. She didn't notice me. I stood there for a while before she noticed me and said, "You're here so early?"I went to see my sister-in-law. She works at an office, and I arrived at her office around 9:15. She had just seen off four clients. I stood in front of her door, and she stood at the right corner of the counter, seemingly lost in thought. She didn't notice me. I stood there for a while before she noticed me and said, "You're here so early?"
I said yes, and plopped down in her boss's chair. She remained standing, looking at that corner, her back to me. I reached my hand to her buttocks, just touching her pants. I didn't dare to touch or pinch her buttocks; I didn't want her to chase me away so easily. I just gently inserted one finger, probably reaching her perineum, but I didn't dare touch her buttocks or genitals. I only sat in the boss's chair for a short while before moving to my usual spot and starting a casual chat with her. As usual, whenever I was with her, my eyes wouldn't leave her body. Today, she was wearing a new top, a two-piece set. The inner layer was a beige cashmere-like fabric, open in the front, covered by a maroon faux leather overlay. I asked if it was leather. She said it was faux leather; if it were real leather, you couldn't buy it for several hundred yuan. Underneath the overlay was a flesh-colored, slightly grayish cotton undershirt with some accessories. When I looked at her while she was sitting there, I thought she was shirtless. She was wearing black pants, which I'd seen her wear many times before. They were tight below the knee and looser around the hips; she took good care of them, making them look new and dark. Our conversation was varied and numerous. We talked about how Wu Zi almost always lost at cards, throwing away large sums of money, which must have been very painful for her, like being torn apart, but she was helpless. While chatting with her, I noticed a small, fish-belly-white vest with white fur on her bed. I picked it up, put it over my face, and inhaled deeply, mainly to smell her body odor. The vest was worn over other clothes, so the scent wasn't very noticeable. She must have seen me, but she didn't scold me. I even asked her if it was fur, and she said it was artificial; she had a vest with a fur collar. She also occasionally had to entertain clients, walking back and forth in front of me. When I had the chance, I would try to get close to her buttocks and slip my fingers towards her crotch, but I never actually touched her. A customer wanted an item from the shelf above where I was sitting. As she stood beside me, tiptoeing to reach it, my head was almost touching her exposed abdomen. Ten centimeters above, I could have snuggled into her arms and kissed her breasts; ten centimeters below, I could have kissed her mons pubis; and five centimeters below, I could have kissed her navel. Her scent filled my heart. At that moment, I was almost unable to control myself. I really wanted to snuggle into her arms, press myself against her abdomen, and kiss her breasts, her belly, and her mons pubis. However, I didn't dare. The customer who wanted the item was watching us intently. We chatted, usually about anything and everything. But on this particular day, I don't know where the conversation started, she told me that the atmosphere here was bad. Men and women would play mahjong together, and she often saw them holding hands and hooking their legs together. She asked why they would do that when they had husbands and wives. I said she was too conservative. Couples get used to each other and lose their connection, so they get attracted to other men and women. She looked at me blankly. She also told me that some men would ask for her phone number or QQ number, which she always refused. She added that the men here were so boring, and that some men came here pretending to do business but really wanted to take her out. She said she was often invited into their cars for a drive, and I told her they were trying to seduce her. She said she'd never go. I insisted she absolutely shouldn't, because once she got in the car, she'd be vulnerable and things could go wrong. I said it wasn't just men in our area who were bad; the whole atmosphere was like that. But it showed one thing: she was very beautiful and charming. I saw her smirking, which showed that women like to be praised. She then asked if her husband would also be like these men, trying to seduce other women. I said probably. I said she was very upright but also very conservative—too conservative, of course, referring to our relationship. I said that in foreign countries, there are so-called "holiday couples." As long as the man is willing, they can go on vacation together on holidays, enjoy married life, and then go back to their own homes. How happy that is! She seemed to be listening very seriously. During our casual conversation, clients would come in to do business from time to time, and she would pass by me frequently. To serve clients, she would bend over from time to time, and naturally, she would occasionally lift up her lovely big buttocks. At this time, she was almost right next to me. If I bent forward even slightly, my face could touch her buttocks. But I was afraid of upsetting her and also afraid that the clients would see. When I couldn't control myself anymore, I reached my hand to my crotch and started stroking my penis. Staring at her plump buttocks and her sexy figure, waves of pleasure spread through my body. In an instant, a thick stream of semen shot into my underwear. At that moment, she was busy serving clients. At the closest she was to me, she was only 20cm away, and at the farthest, she was no more than a meter away. I had fantasized about her many times before and even watched her ejaculate, but this time it was the closest we'd ever been, with no barriers between us. I'd kissed all of my sister-in-law's panties. Around that time, she wore pink, white, yellow, and brown panties—all very thin, embroidered, boxer-legged, and with a mesh front—all high-end. I took one of her panties and still have it; she definitely knows I did it. Her panties were very clean; even the part closest to her genitals was spotless and odorless, indicating she was very clean, which allowed me to boldly kiss the crotch of her panties. Seeing what was under her skirt this time made me think about a few things: First, what if I went to school while I was constantly clinging to her like this? What would I see if she wasn't around? Secondly, I would peek under my sister-in-law's skirt, but it was only for less than a second, which wasn't satisfying and made her unhappy. Thirdly, I wanted to use modern technology to obtain images of my sister-in-law so I could watch them whenever I wanted and save them for a long time. Based on these ideas, I devised a plan, divided into three phases: the first phase was footage of my sister-in-law's daily life, the second phase was footage of her nude, and the third phase was footage of her having sex. Then came the implementation. Choosing the right filming equipment took a lot of thought, and I was even cheated out of a lot of money by unscrupulous merchants. In the end, a high-resolution mobile phone worked. The first phase went smoothly. I always carried my phone with me when I was with my sister-in-law, and I would take pictures whenever I had the chance. Of course, she didn't notice, so I took many pictures of her, some from the front, some from the back, especially her buttocks and legs when she wore a skirt. I compiled the footage into three episodes, "The Charm of a Young Woman," and I was most satisfied with "Talking About the House," "Buying Medicine," and "Little Fatty." The most exciting were the three episodes filming the view under my sister-in-law's skirt. The first time was when my sister-in-law was wearing a light blue short-sleeved shirt and a white skirt. That day, she was doing laundry, and when she took clothes out of the tub to hang them up, she bent over slightly, causing her buttocks to bulge out of her skirt. I stuck my phone inside her skirt, and my heart was pounding in my chest. When I got home and checked the photos on my computer, they turned out pretty good; I had captured her inner thighs and crotch. She was wearing white boxer briefs, and there was a stain on her crotch, probably from the heat and her vaginal discharge. The second time was when she was at work, issuing an invoice to a customer. She was wearing a light blue dress, and she was standing with her legs spread apart. I was standing behind her, and I seized the opportunity to stick my phone inside her skirt. This time, she was wearing yellow boxer briefs. The third shot was of her wearing that white jumpsuit with orchid patterns. She was doing laundry at home, and her daughter was with her. I saw her spread her legs, so I forcefully stuck my phone under her skirt. That day, I kept my head very low, trying to see directly under her skirt. She noticed and said, "What are you doing?" I hurriedly pulled my phone back and put it in my pocket, replying, "Sister-in-law, this skirt looks good on you. I want to see your thighs." She said, "Aren't you ashamed? Aren't you afraid someone will see?" Although the above progressed relatively smoothly, the only drawback was that I couldn't see my sister-in-law's naked body. My desire for her couldn't be satisfied at all. So began the difficult second phase. After careful planning, meticulous execution, and arduous implementation, heaven rewards the diligent. The footage showed my sister-in-law's naked body, which I had been longing for. I basically filmed the entire process of her bathing. Staring at her naked body, I was extremely excited. I immediately masturbated and ejaculated on her. The second phase was very successful. Just as I was thinking about the third phase, my university acceptance letter arrived, and I was admitted to a prestigious university in the north as I had hoped. My sister-in-law was the first person outside the family to know the good news. She just smiled faintly and said I had the look of a scholar. The afternoon before I left home, I went to say goodbye to her. I choked up, saying I couldn't bear to part with her. She said there would be many good girls out there. I told her that no one could replace her in my heart. Before leaving, I said I wanted to hug her, but she said that would make me feel even worse. She suggested we hold hands instead. For the first time, she took my hand and said she wouldn't see me off the next day. I whispered in her ear that I could still see her every day, and… I almost blurted out about filming her. She looked at me, confused. She wasn't among the people seeing me off. My kind and understanding sister-in-law was afraid I would lose control of my emotions and that people would find out. My only request to the family was to buy a laptop; clothes and blankets could be worn out. I got my wish. That way, I could watch her nude videos every day. I watched them countless times; they were truly endlessly fascinating. I even took thousands of screenshots of her nude photos. I filmed six videos of my sister-in-law bathing naked. Based on the combined analysis, her bathing routine has the following characteristics:
First, her showers usually last 15 to 20 minutes. Once, while chatting with my sister-in-law, I mentioned that my skin gets itchy after showering in winter. She said that applying some Dabao (a popular Chinese skincare brand) afterwards prevents the itching. I said that's why her skin is so good. The video I'm filming now is of her showering in the summer, so the time is naturally shorter.
Second, her hair is usually styled in a bun. She only wears a shower cap once; five times she uses a flower clip to hold it in her hair, making it look like a flower, which is very pretty. Third, my sister-in-law pays special attention to washing her genitals. She squats on the toilet at the beginning, holding the faucet in one hand and rinsing her genitals with the other, while also pinching and pulling her labia majora. Each shower lasts one to two minutes. During the shower, she also bends over, spreads her legs, and rinses her genitals two to three times with the faucet. Fourth, my sister-in-law never uses shower gel or other detergents when showering, including rinsing her genitals. What does my sister-in-law, whom I'm so fascinated by, actually look like naked? As the old saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. While other men might scoff at my assessment, I still need to describe her. First, her body is flawless, smooth as jade, without a single blemish. Second, she has given birth; her breasts are neither gourd-shaped nor hemispherical, neither firm nor sagging. They are actually quite small, just a small lump of flesh, barely enough to fill a handful. The areolas are small, and the nipples are like small dates, a darker color. She didn't produce milk during childbirth and relied entirely on formula, so I suspect her breasts may not have milk sacs. Third, her waist is quite thick, what people often call a "barrel waist," and her legs are also thick.
Fourth, her belly is quite amusing, resembling a blooming steamed bun. Centered on her navel, a horizontal groove divides her belly into upper and lower sections, while a vertical groove also divides her lower abdomen in two, likely due to childbirth. Fifthly, her buttocks—this is her most prized feature. I love looking at her buttocks from behind. Because of her thick waist and legs, her buttocks are quite large, but they are very white and round, without excess flesh. The little flesh that remains is firm and tight, neither loose nor sagging, making her buttocks look beautiful when she wears clothes.
Sixthly, her genitals—unfortunately, I didn't manage to photograph the opening. Her mons pubis is very full, with thick, dark, and seemingly long pubic hair. Based on the above description, some readers might think that my sister-in-law, whom I've been longing for, is not a great beauty at all, but rather quite plain. But the Creator is so wondrous; combining things you consider undesirable creates something beautiful, just like my sister-in-law, a universally loved beauty. Next summer vacation when I go home, the plan is to do three phases, which is to film my sister-in-law having sex. If she agrees to do it with me, that will be easy. But if it's about filming her and Wu Zi, then it will be much more difficult. [Last edited by Longlin Sanfeng]
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