Springtime in the Garden

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I. The Immortal Ape Picks Fruit.

It's undeniable that people aren't frivolous because of poverty.

When primal instincts are raging, are there truly virtuous men like Liu Xiahui, who remained unmoved even with a woman in his lap, or truly chaste and virtuous women? The collapse of the old society and the upheaval of the new society have taught many people how to challenge fate and how to submit to it. As

soon as the end-of-work bell rang, Zhao Ziyang suddenly called the most beautiful of the three newly hired typing ladies, named "Shentu," to his office. He stared intently at Shentu's heaving breasts with his two large, lustful eyes, wanting to say something, but hesitated.

"Manager, what can I do for you?" Shentu fluttered her long eyelashes, feeling very uneasy, but her attitude was unusually respectful.

"Oh! Please sit down." Zhao Ziyang stammered, but his eyes never left Miss Shentu's high, firm breasts, especially her plump mounds.

Miss Shentu was genuinely a little embarrassed. She quickly lowered her head, two blushes rising on her face, and hurriedly sat down on the sofa opposite her.

This time, Zhao Ziyang's gaze shifted, sliding from Miss Shentu's two breasts down to her long, smooth, and white legs exposed outside her blue skirt. Miss Shentu kept her head down, not daring to look at Manager Zhao any longer.

Those legs were so interesting, shimmering with an intoxicating glow under the fluorescent lights of the approaching dusk. This was what Zhao Ziyang wanted to say. Although Zhao Ziyang's gaze was like two sharp arrows, it couldn't pierce through Shentu's blue skirt to catch a glimpse of that mysterious Fang Fang's heart; besides, Shentu deliberately kept her legs tightly pressed together.

"Miss Shentu, are you satisfied with your work?" Zhao Ziyang asked with a chuckle.

"Thank you, Manager." Shen Tu's heart pounded. She glanced up at Zhao Ziyang, then quickly looked down again.

Zhao Ziyang continued, "Ms. Shen Tu, do you know that your score on the company's recruitment exam was far below the passing mark? But I made an exception and hired you." "Thank you for your kindness, Manager Zhao." Shen Tu's large, watery eyes sparkled with gratitude.

"Do you know why I made an exception and hired you?" Zhao Ziyang looked at Shen Tu with a smug expression.

Shen Tu shook her head, not answering, a bewildered blush spreading across her face.

"From now on, you must work hard and listen to me! I'll gradually give you raises!" Zhao Ziyang deliberately emphasized "my words" and "gradually raises," a lustful smile playing on his lips.

The perceptive Ms. Shen Tu returned a shy smile and nodded without saying anything.

"Do you have any other appointments tonight?" Zhao Ziyang cut to the chase.

"No, my mother is waiting for me for dinner." A blush crept across Shen Tu's face.

"Then, come with me to dinner. I'll take better care of you than your mother!" The first sentence sounded like an order, while the second carried a particularly profound meaning!

"No! No!" Shen Tu refused Zhao Ziyang, then quickly added, "Thank you, Manager." "What! You don't want to listen the first time?" Zhao Ziyang, as expected of a seasoned veteran, clearly wanted to use his authority.

"Manager, I'm afraid my colleagues will see, so I feel embarrassed," Shen Tu said shyly.

"Hmph! Anyone who meddles in my business, I'll fire them immediately. Hahaha..." Zhao Ziyang said, followed by a burst of wild laughter. □□□□□□ The next day, the two arranged to have dinner at the Central Hotel. "Come on, have another beer!" It was Zhao Ziyang's voice.

"No, Manager, my face is red, and my heart is burning." "Don't call me Manager in public," Zhao Ziyang corrected Ms. Shen Tu.

"What should I call you?" Ms. Shen Tu, her forehead glistening with sweat from the alcohol in her stomach, asked with a fiery passion.

"Call me Uncle!" "Uncle!" Miss Shentu called softly, her beautiful cheeks flushing even more... The neon lights after dusk intoxicated countless ignorant young men and women, and the ever-burning streets of Taipei drove countless intellectuals and wealthy bosses mad.

In a most luxurious tourist hotel, Zhao Ziyang, arm in arm with Miss Shentu's slender waist, ascended the elevator to the thirteenth floor of the building. They entered a fully equipped, elegant room.

"Manager, no! Uncle, I'm afraid my mother will be waiting for me at home!" "It's alright, I'll personally take you home later." "No!" Miss Shentu glanced at him, deliberately pouting and acting coquettishly.

"Child, you are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen among women! Come, my darling, let Uncle kiss you..." Zhao Ziyang said, opening his strong arms and suddenly pulling Shentu into his embrace, showering her with kisses.

Miss Shentu's reserve and girlish shyness melted away in the intense passion and desire. Her eyes were closed, her arms wrapped around Zhao Ziyang's neck, and her cherry-like tongue teased his. Zhao Ziyang reached inside Shen Tu's clothes, massaging her breasts, which were covered by a bra. They were so smooth and elastic, bouncing back immediately when pressed, like a roly-poly toy—it was quite interesting. His other hand slowly moved along her smooth, supple thigh, gradually approaching that mysterious triangle.

He was stopped! Miss Shen Tu squeezed her legs together tightly, preventing Zhao Ziyang's hand from crossing that line. However, humans are such wondrous creatures. As soon as Zhao Ziyang's hand stopped, it immediately traversed that undefended area, meandering to Miss Shen Tu's flat, smooth belly, stroking and moving back and forth, finally pressing gently on her small navel with his finger.

"Ouch! It tickles, Uncle!" Miss Shen Tu squeezed her thighs even tighter.

Zhao Ziyang withdrew his hand, cupping her flushed face in his hands. With boundless concern, he asked, "Sweetie, tell me, where does it itch? How does it itch?" Miss Shentu gave him a charmingly glaring look, broke free from his grasp, and scrambled onto the Simmons spring mattress. Covering her face with her hands, she uttered a voice as sweet as a nightingale's, "You're so naughty!" Seeing this, Zhao Ziyang laughed heartily, took a leap, knelt on the bed, grabbed Shentu's fragrant shoulders, turned her over, and wanted her to unbutton his shirt.

Shentu pointed to the light bulb, and Zhao Ziyang whispered to her, "It's alright, sweetie, let Uncle see your jade-like little hole." "No, I'm scared!" "Scared of what?" "Scared of..." Shentu's starry eyes rolled back as she said, "Scared of your eyes." "Hehehe, little devil," Zhao Ziyang gave her a passionate kiss. Then he unbuttoned her shirt, took out her bra, and a pair of straight breasts, clinging to Shentu's breath, trembled like a vast ocean of waves. Overjoyed, Zhao Ziyang bent down and took the small, bean-sized fleshy ball into his mouth, licking it incessantly with his tongue. Miss Shentu, her body writhing from the licking, cried out incoherently,

"Uncle, my dear uncle, please stop licking! I'm so itchy, something's leaking from my little hole. Uncle, look!" Zhao Ziyang looked up and exclaimed in shock! Shentu had somehow removed her blue skirt, revealing a pair of snow-white, shapely legs, stretched out flat on the bed, tightly pressed together. A transparent nylon panty clung to her round buttocks and the pubic area. High on both sides, a small stream ran down her back.

Zhao Ziyang could no longer suppress his lust. He quickly pulled down her soaked panty clasp, examining the less than two-inch-long slit in her pubic area. He touched the black hair scattered on the mons pubis with his hand, and then extended his index finger to part the lips of the small mouth. A stream of spring water flowed out and dripped onto Zhao Ziyang's hand.

Zhao Ziyang licked it with the tip of her tongue and said, "So sweet!" Shen Tu seemed to trace lines on her own pink face with her fingers and said, "It's disgusting!" "Disgusting what? Miss's juices are the sweetest and most fragrant!" "Is mine fragrant too?" "Let me taste it again!" Zhao Ziyang climbed between Shen Tu's thighs, parted her labia with both hands, and aimed her tongue at the clitoris inside, licking and sucking it, groaning softly like an old ox panting.

Shen Tu couldn't resist such teasing, her lust was aroused, and she kept rubbing her buttocks from side to side, her two snow-white thighs clamping Zhao Ziyang's head, whimpering and moaning, her mouth full of wanton cries:

"Uncle, my dear uncle, my hole is so itchy! Your tongue can't go all the way in, so use your cock to...insert...inside...Uncle...oh...look...the water is flowing out again!" Miss Shen Tu's juices were really plentiful, flowing all over Zhao Ziyang's mouth and nose! At this moment, Miss Shentu was moaning and groaning, continuing to cry out:

"My dear uncle, at least take off your pants and poke my little hole, I... I can't take it anymore... Don't just let that short-lived tongue do it, it doesn't go all the way in... I'm so itchy... Brother with the free cock... Come... Uncle, let me take it off for you!" Miss Shentu's long black hair was draped over her back. She sat up and started to tear off Zhao Ziyang's pants. The pants were only half off when Zhao Ziyang's penis was seen leaping up, its head sticking out and throbbing, like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, its head held high and neighing, heavy and a full eight inches long!

Shentu held his penis and pumped it back and forth, while looking at Zhao Ziyang and laughing lewdly, saying: "Dear uncle, why do you have such a good, thick, big penis! It's thicker and bigger than my father's penis!" As she spoke, she wanted to kiss it with her mouth.

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