Sinking into the Sea of Desire: A Wife-Swapping Victim's Confession - Chapter 270: The Club Reunion 7_1

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Watching Zhao Shiya's soul being consumed by desire gave me a great sense of accomplishment, and I contentedly released her. I had been impatient for a while; the pond was full of water, and the dragon immediately began to thrash and frolic as soon as it entered the water. It wreaked havoc everywhere, splashing mud and making a murky mess.
Zhao Shiya is the kind of woman who needs time to build up the atmosphere before she can get into the mood. Although Xiaolong was splashing around a lot in the pool, his movements were very gentle. Each time he swam around the pool, he would come out, shake off the water, and then slide back in.
She clearly enjoyed the taste, and soon closed her eyes, savoring the intoxicating sensation.
There were no sounds of slapping on the bed, nor did the bed creak uncontrollably, but we thoroughly enjoyed it. Her reactions were so delightful—whether it was her soft moans, her gasps, or the way she frowned and bit her lip when aroused, everything was so endearing.
She's even more captivating than the actresses I see on TV, and this is real, tangible, and real, which gives me a huge sense of accomplishment.
Zhao Shiya's eyelashes trembled, as if she were feeling it. Her moans were similar in tone to her voice, only more painful, occasionally joyful, and sometimes tinged with agony. At first, she silently endured it, but later, completely intoxicated and lost in the moment, she took the initiative. Seemingly unsatisfied with my slow, deep movements, she actively arched her back, thrusting into me.
This state of dissatisfaction is provocation, contempt. I went all out, instantly becoming like a steam-powered wagon licked with enough coal, emitting a long horn and rumbling as I charged straight toward the tunnel in front of me.
The pond, which had been nearly dried up, was replenished, quickly submerging the Snapdragon and overflowing the pond. Suddenly, a series of crackling sounds rang out. Zhao Shiya, powerless to resist, was smashed to pieces by the front of the car and collapsed limply onto the bed, no longer able to fight back.
It was no longer soft moans or groans, but screams of alarm. Every time the mosquito dragon rolled around, she would open her eyes wide and scream in a frighteningly loud voice.
She couldn't take it anymore and tried to struggle and escape, but her body wouldn't obey her commands. Instead, she arched her back, opening wide. This welcoming gesture seemed to lubricate me, making me thrust even more vigorously. She wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me tightly, completely clinging to me.
With each step the train took forward, she felt as if she had been struck a heavy blow, her head shaking wildly as if telling me to stop, yet her feet were tightly wrapped around my waist.
My long hair flew like sails as I gritted my teeth and pressed on. The tunnel was getting narrower and narrower, and the resistance to my progress was increasing. I kept adding coal, making the fire burn even brighter, while she applied lubricant to the engine, which roared loudly.
We struggled to squeeze through the tunnel and forced our way through. The tunnel was very long, and it took us more than ten minutes to drive through it. Just when we were almost exhausted, we finally saw a glimmer of light.
Steam was billowing out, the front of the car was already frighteningly hot, and the tunnel was shaking violently from the friction, teetering on the verge of collapse. I desperately tried to increase the power, but the tunnel was completely closed off, and the sliver of light grew increasingly dazzling. There was no way to retreat; I could only push forward with all my might.
A sudden downpour hit us, slapping against the front of the train and making a hissing sound. Although the sun was shining brightly outside, a downpour started the moment we emerged from the tunnel. The wheels slipped, almost derailing, but the rain came just in time, dripping onto the front of the train and quickly cooling it down, which was already red-hot.
The torrential rain continued for quite some time before gradually subsiding. The train, having long since run out of power, sat quietly on the tracks. Having just escaped death, it was oblivious to the danger, its mind relaxed and refreshed, as if bathed in a gentle breeze.
The sky cleared, the sun shone brightly, and I slowly opened my eyes to find a perfect spring scene unfolding before me.
She lay on her side facing me, her long hair disheveled, obscuring half her face. Her eyes were half-closed, her face flushed, seemingly half-asleep, half-drunk. Only the rise and fall of her breasts told me she was still awake.
I reached out and stroked the hair on Zhao Shiya's delicate face. She opened her eyes, seemingly not fully recovered, her eyelashes fluttering as she looked at me, the moisture in her eyes reflecting the light, dazzlingly bright. I smiled, and she stared at me blankly, without any reaction.
It wasn't until much later that Zhao Shiya's body responded. Watching her lose herself in that intoxicated state, I felt smug, satisfied, and accomplished. It seems my morning workouts during my less busy periods have had some effect.
The difference between young girls and mature women in choosing men is that naive girls choose love, while mature women have more options.
This time, Zhao Shiya seemed to be really enjoying herself. She lay in my arms, chattering away, and talked to me with great enthusiasm. She talked about her experiences, work, and trivial matters in life. I was happy to chat with her and learn more about her.
When Zhao Shiya heard me say that the entire city, and even the national media, was buzzing about the news that I was the one who came up with the plan to have Zhang Shuzhen as the spokesperson for that brand of mobile phones, she was very surprised. At first, she didn't believe me, but after I explained many details, she believed me. She told me that she originally thought it was planned by that big team, and she never expected it to be me.
Being admired by women is the most satisfying thing for a man, and it felt really great at the time. I proudly told Zhao Shiya about the big case we had worked on together before, which turned out quite well.

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