Birthday private meeting

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Today is Feng Yan's birthday. She didn't tell Han Jun, thinking she'd tell him when they met and let him "make it up" to her. Her husband, Liu Jiayuan, hadn't celebrated her birthday with her for two years in a row. He sent her a WeChat red envelope in the morning, which was enough for a celebration. Feng Yan was actually quite pleased that he remembered her birthday.

In the evening, Feng Yan had dinner with some friends to celebrate, then left early and went to a hotel in the new city district that Han Jun had booked in advance. It was close to the edge of the city, so it was less likely to run into acquaintances. Feng Yan wore a white lace-trimmed short-sleeved top, a black knee-length skirt, and light gray high heels. She looked elegant and refined, exuding an air of nobility. Everywhere she went, men stopped to admire her. However, tonight, those admiring glances felt like sharp swords piercing her heart. She squeezed her knees together, walking with an unnatural, model-like gait, her pretty face flushed. She covered her face with her hair and hurried towards the room. Her large breasts swayed, causing the collar of her top to askew, but Feng Yan didn't care. She quickly opened the door and went inside, finally letting out a sigh of relief. Seeing Han Jun sitting on the sofa, watching her with a smirk, Feng Yan laughed and called him a "bad boy," before snuggling into his arms.

It turned out that Feng Yan was heading to the hotel after dinner with her friends when she received a message from Han Jun: "My slutty darling, are you almost here? Go to the bathroom now, take off your panties, and tear a hole in your stockings to expose your little cunt. Your husband wants you to come to me without underwear for inspection!"

Feng Yan was furious, thinking to herself, "Where does Han Jun get all these tricks to play on people? He always comes up with embarrassing tasks out of the blue." Despite her anger, Feng Yan obediently took off her panties in the bathroom and put them in her bag. Then she tore a hole in the flesh-colored stockings she was wearing that day. However, because she used too much force, the stockings on her left leg ran, the tear running from her thigh to just above her knee. Feng Yan could only groan inwardly, but she gritted her teeth and put the stockings back on. She straightened her skirt, knowing that if any man with a lustful heart was staring at her thighs, he would definitely notice something amiss. The black skirt barely covered it.

Throughout the journey, Feng Yan felt extremely guilty, constantly sensing someone staring at her thighs. Coupled with the fact that she wasn't wearing underwear, the evening breeze teased her labia, making her vagina feel like a wound gently cut open with a knife, with vaginal fluid seeping out. Feng Yan clearly felt it; when she got out of the taxi, the driver stared intently at her thighs, even drooling. Feng Yan was so ashamed she almost forgot to get her change, and ran into the hotel. Vaginal fluid flowed steadily down her thighs, like two paintbrushes drawing erotic pictures on her flesh-colored stockings. As Feng Yan entered the elevator, she carefully examined the mirrors on both sides; the tear in her left stocking was exceptionally obvious. The noble air of a teacher mingled with the seductive allure of Han Jun's lover, mixed with the pungent smell of vaginal fluid, assaulted Feng Yan's fragile defenses. Only when she lay in Han Jun's arms did everything return to calm. Han Jun was both her storm and her safe haven.

Han Jun's right hand tightly encircled Feng Yan's waist, while his left hand snaked its way under her thigh, caressing her smooth, rounded thigh along the torn flesh. His index finger slowly circled her vulva, deliberately tapping her clitoris every two seconds, rhythmically teasing her. Feng Yan's heart had already raced on the way here, feeling a tingling, numb sensation. With Han Jun's teasing, she could no longer hold back and began to moan in a daze:

"Ah...ah...husband, slow...slow down, it's too stimulating, let baby calm down...it's so itchy...no...don't..."

Listening to this most beautiful "music" in the world, Han Jun felt completely satisfied. Feeling that he had teased her enough, he decided to let Feng Yan calm down. He helped Feng Yan up and whispered, "Baby, come, sit down first, husband has brought you a little surprise!" Feng Yan looked at Han Jun suspiciously, wondering what kind of trick he was up to now.

Han Jun took a book from the bedside drawer—a deluxe collector's edition of Eileen Chang's *Half a Lifetime's Romance*. He held it out to Feng Yan with both hands, cleared his throat, and said earnestly, "Happy birthday, my darling! I remember you said you loved Eileen Chang's *Half a Lifetime's Romance* the most. I'm giving this to you, wishing you eternal beauty and happiness, and hoping our love will continue for the rest of our lives!" Feng Yan excitedly took the book, asking Han Jun with a mixture of joy and surprise, "Thank you, honey! But how did you know it was my birthday today? I don't think I told you." Han Jun smiled and replied, "It's not hard at all, darling. Your WeChat ID is your initials plus your birthdate. If I couldn't figure something out, I wouldn't deserve you! Actually, I already remembered it. I understood when you called me that day to make plans."

Hearing Han Jun's words, Feng Yan felt an indescribable sweetness in her heart. Her hands kept stroking the book's cover, a smile on her lips, but a few tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. It wasn't an expensive gift, but Han Jun's thoughtfulness still made her feel a long-lost sense of care. The taste of love, long dormant, slowly resurfaced in her heart. Although she and Han Jun could never be a real couple, at this moment, she decided to cherish this relationship for the rest of her life, considering him her "husband."

While Feng Yan was lost in thought, Han Jun quietly went to the windowsill, placed an eight-inch cake he had prepared beforehand on the table, lit a candle, turned off the lights, and began singing "Happy Birthday." Feng Yan finally came to her senses, smiled, clasped her hands together, silently made three wishes to the candles, then gently blew them out. Taking advantage of the temporary darkness in the room, she pushed Han Jun down onto the bed and began to kiss him passionately. She didn't know how to thank Han Jun; her mind was blank, and she only wanted to kiss him fiercely and hold him... Feeling Han Jun's hot chest and warm lips, Feng Yan's heart fluttered again. She whispered coquettishly in Han Jun's ear, "Honey, today is my darling's birthday. How are you going to serve your wife?" After saying that, she playfully reached into Han Jun's pants and vigorously squeezed his penis, stroking it back and forth a few times. Han Jun's desire had already been aroused by Feng Yan's seductive advances. Those few strokes made him gasp and almost ejaculate. Han Jun quickly composed himself and slapped Feng Yan's buttocks hard with both hands, "smack smack," while vigorously rubbing them. Feng Yan not only didn't feel pain, but instead had seductive eyes and stood up with a soft moan. With her back to Han Jun, she lifted her short skirt, revealing her huge buttocks covered by flesh-colored stockings. After being torn and tattered for half a day, the stockings hung on the young woman's sexy buttocks, which only stimulated the man's lust.

Feng Yan saw the lust in Han Jun's eyes, and deliberately wiggled her hips a few more times, leaning forward slightly. She used her hands to slowly pry open her thick labia, revealing an exceptionally pink and tender vulva with a few drops of vaginal fluid clinging to her pubic hair. She moaned again, "Come on, husband, come and serve your wife!"

Han Jun's large penis stood erect, swaying slightly from side to side. Faced with such a sexy married teacher, the stark contrast between nobility and lewdness made Han Jun jump to the ground. He instantly lifted Feng Yan's legs from behind, pressing her back against his chest. Feng Yan cried out softly, quickly wrapping her arms tightly around Han Jun's neck, afraid of falling forward. With renewed vigor, Han Jun straightened his large penis, found the right spot, and with a "whoosh," thrust it into her already wet vagina, penetrating all the way in. His glans pressed firmly against her cervix. Feng Yan cried out twice, then her eyes rolled back, almost fainting. Her mouth gaped open, unable to utter another sound. Waves of electric shock-like stimulation made her tremble all over. Where could she usually experience such pleasure? Those two short seconds felt like an eternity… Han Jun paused for a few seconds, feeling the intense trembling inside Feng Yan's vagina, the gushing of vaginal fluid, and the tingling, incredibly pleasurable sensation on his glans. As Feng Yan gradually regained her composure, Han Jun held her tightly, moving her body up and down with great force, each thrust penetrating her rectum. Her labia majora flipped inside out, and vaginal fluid dripped rhythmically onto the carpet.

Feng Yan knew that Han Jun was asserting his "sovereignty." This action was rarely used; it was only employed when Han Jun was extremely excited and unbearably lustful. Moreover, this action represented a complete conquest, making her feel like a lamb to the slaughter, completely at Han Jun's mercy. Her body was entirely under Han Jun's control. All she had to do was enjoy it, opening her wanton cunt and enduring the manipulation of his large penis. She had no right to say stop, much less to say slow down. Deep down, Feng Yan loved this conquered position. Even if she felt like a slutty bitch, she was still happy.

Feng Yan felt Han Jun's penis growing larger and harder, and waves of pleasure spreading throughout her body. She decided to further encourage and stimulate him, so she slowly turned her head slightly, playfully blowing air into his ear and moaning seductively,

"Ah, ah, husband, you're so good...so...amazing, it feels so good...I...want more...hurry up, it's my birthday today, don't be lazy, my little pussy is so itchy, husband, give it your all, don't let...ah...don't let your wife down..."

Feng Yan unleashed all the moaning techniques Han Jun had taught her and those she'd learned from Japanese movies. Although she was still incredibly shy, saying them aloud only excited her more. This contradictory struggle made her increasingly succumb. Han Jun, listening to Feng Yan's captivating moans, seemed bewitched. He let out a low growl and began thrusting wildly like a pestle, no longer aware of fatigue, only wanting to satisfy himself by straddling this voluptuous and sexy young woman's body.

Han Jun held Feng Yan's body, pacing back and forth in the room. With each step, his large penis thrust in and out rhythmically, making a "sizzling" sound. Feng Yan was already intoxicated, her oval face flushed, and a few strands of hair on her forehead, damp with sweat, fell loosely, adding to her delicate beauty. Han Jun watched, mesmerized. He carried Feng Yan to the large mirror by the door, suddenly stopping his thrusting. He spread Feng Yan's thighs as wide as possible, revealing her triangular pubic hair, wet with vaginal fluid, thickly hanging on her smooth abdomen. Her labia, stretched open by his penis, were turned outwards, a reddish-purple color. Her pink vagina now resembled an open mouth, holding a huge sausage, half of it exposed, vaginal fluid flowing down Han Jun's thighs... Feng Yan's eyes were glazed and hazy from being fucked. When Han Jun stopped thrusting, Feng Yan opened her eyes... Seeing her own lewd and shameful lower body reflected in the mirror, she felt like a pornographic painting on display. Overwhelmed with shame, she turned away and scolded Han Jun, "You're so annoying, honey! It's so embarrassing! Let's go to bed, okay?" "My darling, look closely. Your little pussy is twitching and contracting, like it's saying 'Fuck me!' Is that what it means?" "Oh, you bad husband, I'm so embarrassed! I won't look, I won't look!" Though she said this, Feng Yan still secretly glanced at the mirror. Looking at her wanton reflection, her lower abdomen heated up, and she spurted out another stream of fluid.

Han Jun sensed Feng Yan was about to climax and quickly put her down. This position, while exciting and wild, was also physically demanding. Han Jun pressed Feng Yan against the door, her hands bracing against it, her buttocks raised high like cannons, her knees closed but her lower legs spread, making her buttocks appear even larger. Each time he thrust, the fleshy waves of her large buttocks would push her back, providing unparalleled pleasure. Han Jun grabbed Feng Yan's hair with his left hand, pulling it into a ball and forcing her head back, creating a voluptuous arc that aroused his lust.

He thrust in and out at a steady pace, controlling the rhythm, slowly building up his power for the climax. Hearing Feng Yan's increasingly loud moans, loud enough to be heard throughout the corridor, he decided to tease her a little more. While continuing his assault, he gently opened the door a crack and jammed it shut with his slipper. Feng Yan, who had been moaning, "Ah...ah...husband, so good, so good, harder...fuck me..." saw a ray of light coming in through the doorway and immediately covered her mouth with her hand, turning to look at Han Jun pleadingly. Looking into her pleading eyes only fueled his desire to conquer her. He gripped Feng Yan's hips tightly with both hands and began thrusting wildly again.

Feng Yan bit her lip hard, afraid to make a sound. The huge penis went in and out, the glans feeling like it was drilling into her uterus with each thrust. Usually, she could release this erotic pleasure by moaning, but now she couldn't make a sound. Her lust was like a blocked fountain, accumulating more and more. She pushed against Han Jun's chest with her left hand, begging him to be a little gentler, while her right hand covered her mouth tightly. She twisted her head wildly, waves of pleasure stimulating every nerve in her body. She didn't dare to look up, afraid that someone passing by would see her lewd and wanton appearance. Han Jun, brimming with vigor, felt waves of tingling sensation in his glans. He quickened his thrusts, pumping more than fifty times. Feng Yan's vagina churned with lustful fluids, and the pull of her uterus grew stronger, gripping his glans tightly. Han Jun used all his strength to slam in, his large penis penetrating to the hilt. Semen gushed out like a waterfall, filling her uterus. Overwhelmed by the semen, Feng Yan could no longer hold back. She let out a muffled groan and collapsed onto the carpet, her left hand clutching Han Jun's legs, her body trembling. The afterglow of her orgasm lingered. Her right hand remained over her mouth, her index finger bitten with teeth marks.

Han Jun gently helped Feng Yan up, then tenderly embraced her from behind, saying, "Baby, close the door. You've been holding back for so long, you must be exhausted. Come here, your husband cares!" Feng Yan chuckled and muttered "bad boy" under her breath as she gently closed the door. Just as she was locking it, she inadvertently saw a couple walking intimately toward the elevator through the peephole. She couldn't help but glance at them a few more times, feeling that the man looked somewhat familiar. However, as the man walked further and further away, and the corridor was somewhat dimly lit, she couldn't make out his features. She thought she might be mistaken, perhaps her eyes were playing tricks on her from being with Han Jun so much. With that thought, her face flushed again, and she stopped paying attention.

Lying in Han Jun's arms, listening to his soft snoring, Feng Yan snuggled even closer. This rare private rendezvous throughout the year was what her true "married" life looked like. She didn't want to sleep; she wanted to hold onto every minute, every second of this night. She savored every powerful thrust Han Jun had made; the feeling was more unreal than a dream, more real than reality...

[The End]

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