Passionate love

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I don't know why I go online, nor do I know what I'm seeking—excitement? Boredom?

Venting? Noise? I have no way of knowing, and I don't want to know.

Actually, I don't really believe in true love online, so I constantly remind myself: don't expose yourself to others' attacks, know how to protect yourself, be wary of traps ahead, and remember, "There's no such thing as a free lunch!" But the more I do this, the deeper I sink.

Yin Ya, a name that has never appeared in my 28 years of life; Yin Ya, a name I will never forget; Yin Ya, a woman I can only secretly love and cherish in my heart for the rest of my life; Yin Ya, I love you, miss you, think of you, hate you, suffer for you, wait for you, do you, fuck you, cherish you; Yin Ya, this name that Tie Niu can never erase from his life…

There was no beginning, and I don't know how it will end.

No distractions, no constraints, no mundane troubles of the world, only burning passion and romantic love.

Finally, let me say this one more time!

Whether I live or die, I will always be a gadfly that loves you deeply.

Chapter One: Meeting Leaving the long-distance bus station in a certain city of a certain province, I was completely lost.

Was it excitement? Was it joy? Was it thrill? Was it boredom? Or was it bizarre?

In short, I came, for a beautiful dream in my heart, for the woman I love, to fulfill the dream we shared.

With trembling hands, I dialed her number.

"Where are you?... What, okay, okay, I'll be there soon... Just wait for me at the station entrance, don't get lost... Tie Niu, Yin Ya loves you..."

The familiar, gentle, and sweet voice restored my confidence as a man, because I knew that this meeting was not just my wishful thinking, but a shared expectation of both of us.

Fifteen minutes later, a red taxi drove up briskly. I had a premonition: Yin Ya was in the car.

Sure enough, before the car had even stopped, a mature, modern urban woman got out. She wasn't the kind of woman who would immediately catch your eye, but the kind of woman you could never forget after seeing her once.

Her eyes, her lips, her voluptuous body, every smile and frown—all exuded her presence.

How to put it? She wasn't the cold moon in the sky, beautiful yet aloof; she wasn't a rose in a flowerbed, beautiful yet troublesome; she wasn't… yes, she was a confidante, a confidante temporarily mine.

Ah, my love, my dream, my wife, my dear, everything I have, my lover, I have finally seen you, I can finally hold your hand, talk to you face to face, express my longing face to face.

I didn't speak, just smiled as you walked up to me. I knew you wouldn't mistake me, because we had a telepathic connection. You didn't speak either; at this moment, any words were superfluous. What was needed was constant kissing and caressing, endless embraces and passion.

I naturally took your hand, just as I had held your hand five hundred years ago. The cycle of reincarnation had finally been proven here. My wife, how have you been!

We found a very quiet restaurant and asked for a small private room. There were only the two of us in the private room. After the waiter closed the door, we instinctively went to each other and embraced tightly.

My mouth frantically searched for yours, and once I found it, we never parted, like spaceships successfully docking in space! My tongue greedily invaded your territory, making a joyful "slurp" as it touched yours, and then we intertwined.

Like a thirsty traveler, I greedily sucked on your tongue, explored your mouth, absorbed your saliva, and felt everything about you.

I can't read your mind, but I felt your excitement and frenzy, your thirst for your husband—a normal, mature woman's reaction.

While we kissed sweetly, I slipped my hands inside your sportswear. I knew you were only wearing a bra and panties, which was what I asked you to do.

I caressed your full breasts, feeling their softness and smoothness even through the bra. I know you're very sensitive; I bet your nipples are already erect, waiting for me, the expert grape picker, to pluck them.

Just then, I heard rhythmic footsteps approaching; I knew the waiter was bringing the food.

To avoid revealing too much, I adjusted your clothes and sat up straight.

I don't know how the waiter arranged the dishes, nor what she said, but I looked tenderly at you sitting beside me, at your flushed face. It was then that I realized your beauty was unintentional, intangible.

The waiter finally left. At this moment, eating was meaningless to us; I wanted to devour you, my wife, I wanted to devour you. Right now, right here!

Under my teasing, you began to become dazed and wanton; I loved seeing you like this in front of me.

You knelt down, unzipped my pants, and released my already rock-hard, throbbing penis. I knew you were about to prove your skillful oral sex. I knew my time to enjoy myself had finally come.

You expertly moistened my penis with your saliva first, then began kissing, sucking, licking, swallowing, stroking, gagging, and touching.

I simply stroked your hair and gently caressed your earlobe, letting you know I was incredibly happy.

I closed my eyes, feeling your tenderness, your passion, your true love, and your frankness. Until suddenly, I felt a sharp chill on my penis.

I opened my eyes and saw that you had secretly taken a sip of beer, letting me experience the ice in the "Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire."

I knew the real show was yet to come. Sure enough, you took a sip of hot water, finally letting me experience what "Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire" truly meant in front of you.

Under your repeated "torture," my penis couldn't take it anymore, but I didn't want to ejaculate in your mouth like that, because I knew there was an even better place waiting for it to explore. Soon, with my efforts, your lower body was freed from your sweatpants. I deliberately didn't take off your little red panties, because firstly, this wasn't a place for complete nudity, and secondly, your husband wanted to give you a different kind of stimulation, to make you enjoy the feeling of being trained by your husband.

Through the thin fabric, I used my nimble fingers to fully experience your full vulva. It was incredibly hot, so hot that my penis would melt if it went in.

I felt its thirst, its need; it was showing me your unrestrained beauty, which was exactly what I wanted.

I slowly pulled your panties back, tightening the fabric covering your vulva, stimulating it with each thrust. Soon, the fabric was soaked with your love juice, your wetness—I loved it, because it was flowing for me.

My thumb finally found your clitoris. Ah, it was already erect, like a plump bean sprout. I pressed it with my thumb, teasing it, feeling each throb, because with each throb, more love juice flowed from your vagina.

To avoid others hearing your sounds, I put my fingers in your mouth. You deliberately sucked on them, occasionally biting them, letting me know you were both very happy and very uncomfortable.

I took your hand and placed it on my penis. You seemed to have suddenly found a lifeline, clinging to it desperately and stroking it back and forth, making it stronger in your hand, which was exactly what you wanted.

"Tie Niu, I'm so sad, mmm... I want you..." You finally couldn't hold back anymore, wanting my cock to go into your vagina right away, so that we could truly become one.

Finally, I pulled down your panties, signaling you to lie on the table, rubbing my cock back and forth on your vulva, getting it covered in your love juice, but I wouldn't insert it.

"Yin Ya, good wife, hurry, beg your husband to fuck you, beg your husband to fuck you with his big cock..." I deliberately teased you in the ear.

"No... I won't say it... hurry up and come in... Yin Ya's pussy is so sore..."

"If you don't say it, your husband's big cock won't go in, hurry up and say it... after you say it, my big cock will go in right away, fuck you until you fly to heaven..."

"...Tie Niu, hurry... fuck me with your cock... Yin Ya's cunt is so sore right now, hurry up and fuck it, hurry up..."

Your lust was completely ignited by me, finally abandoning your usual reserve and dignity, becoming wanton.

Amidst your beautiful moans, and at your insistent request, my large penis aimed at the pre-selected opening and thrust in forcefully.

"Ah!" We both cried out almost simultaneously. Wife, darling, I've finally fucked your cunt! I've finally got you! I'm so happy! Yes, right now I'm the happiest man in the world because I'm fucking the woman I love most.

Your vagina, now completely wet, isn't so tight, but it feels so good because I feel countless little hands gripping my penis. That wonderful feeling is indescribable.

We remained in this position quietly, silently savoring the feeling of possessing each other. I didn't thrust violently, and you didn't frantically respond. My penis completely filled your cavity, and your vagina completely enveloped my penis. This feeling is truly wonderful. Finally, I slowly pulled my penis out, wanting to give you even greater pleasure. But just as I pulled it out, a large amount of your love juice gushed out along it. I felt your thighs trembling violently, your teeth biting my fingers hard. Oh, God, my dearest wife, you've already reached your first orgasm, but we've only just begun.

I excitedly turned your head and kissed you passionately, while my penis thrust violently into your vagina, pumping rapidly, letting you feel my intense love.

I could clearly feel the sound of my hips hitting your buttocks, the sound of my testicles striking your genitals, your suppressed moans, the table's protests, and my low growls.

Soon, under my relentless assault, you were completely overwhelmed. Every time I pulled my penis out completely, love juice would gush out. Wife, you are such a beauty, you are my very best wife. I want to fuck you like this until I die.

During nearly ten minutes of high-speed thrusting, I don't know how many orgasms you reached. I think it was mainly psychological, partly because we were making love, and partly because the place we were making love to was very special, making you exceptionally sensitive. Even the slightest touch could easily bring you to a mild orgasm. You are such a juicy woman, the darling of every man's dreams.

Finally, my orgasm was approaching. I thrust in and out of your vagina at the highest speed I could manage, while you thrust your hips back desperately, craving me to thrust deeper and more intensely.

After I pulled out completely and then quickly thrust back in, penetrating to the deepest part of your vagina, large gushes of semen gushed out, hitting your uterine walls and even reaching your uterus.

At this moment, your vagina contracted rhythmically, squeezing my penis, trying to squeeze out every last drop of semen. I knew your great orgasm had arrived.

All I had to do was hold you tightly, kiss you gently, stroke your hair, and share the pleasure of sex with you.

After our lower organs have temporarily consumed the food, we begin to send our mouths to our stomachs.

Of course, we're all sweet and affectionate while eating. You pick food for me, I feed you wine.

This pleasure is different from the pleasure of sex, but it's still our own unique joy.

[The End]

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