Arriving as promised, it has already become a memory.

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Time flies, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye.
How are you, so far away in Nanping? Are you still as aloof and beautiful as before? Do you remember telling me: I love rain, because rain is the most comforting to the heart! The interaction between men and women is always based on pure friendship, comforting each other, or appreciating each other and pouring out their hearts in the virtual world, and then with the ultimate goal as the highest objective. Ambiguous feelings slowly grew between you and me. In fact, from the moment we liked each other and our feelings began to blossom, I knew that we both wanted to see each other, because the virtual world could no longer satisfy our thirst for curiosity and anticipation. So on that day, I, thousands of miles away, resolutely gave up taking planes and high-speed trains, and took a 19-hour train ride to arrive as promised, just for the destiny between us. In my anxious, nervous, and excited anticipation, my phone rang. At that moment, I found that my phone ringtone was so melodious. Your long hair flowed freely, your face was fair and white, and your lips were red yet not vulgar. Your slender eyebrows were as lovely as willow leaves, and your long eyelashes fluttered along the top of your eyes, as if you were giving me a subtle smile. Looking at your smile, I felt my body and mind flutter, and after a moment of dazedness, I quickly recovered. So one day, we sat happily in the familiar, cozy coffee shop, listening to the rain outside the window and the sound of our heartbeats. It turns out that if the heart has feelings, it will discover that fate in this world is so beautiful; it has always been in your eyes and in your heart. At this moment, the movement of your hair, like the swaying of the wind outside the window, is a natural scene that, without any effort, has already stirred my emotions; the lively look in your eyes is like the dance of raindrops, a natural poem that, without any expectation, has already made my heart surge with passion; however, given that when I first saw you, I was already captivated by your cool beauty, your appearance and temperament exactly as I had imagined,
the throbbing in my heart is an emotion that cannot be easily erased. So we returned to the hotel without a word. Because of your natural beauty, I no longer needed to hold back! Your fair and smooth skin, your delicate and lively breasts, your slender waist and playful, pert bottom—all accentuated by your dress and the playful interplay of light and shadow—made you appear both intellectual and captivating. Afterwards, like lovers in perfect harmony, the awkwardness of our first meeting vanished without a trace. I pulled the blanket over you, and you nestled shyly in my arms. With a deliberate yet unintentional movement, I gently touched your feet. You didn't flinch, but gently rested against my feet, closing your eyes and whispering, "You've finally come. I love the faint scent of tobacco on you." I'm not an expert, but I have enough experience to know a woman's likes and dislikes. My movements were perfectly timed, slowly moving my hands to your body, gently caressing your curvaceous waist, accurately conveying the softness and fullness of your breasts to my palms. At this moment, your face flushed, your breathing quickened—you were aroused! She glanced at me with hazy, light eyes and whispered, "I want it. My husband is waiting in the car outside." Without another word, I parted her legs and climbed on top of her. She stretched out her arms, wrapped them around my neck, and said, "Bad boy, slow down." As she spoke, her breasts, like playful little rabbits, tilted back, thrusting upwards, her mouth wide open, moaning passionately, breathing heavily, her face filled with happiness and satisfaction. At that moment, in complete relaxation of emotion and lust, she was wild and proactive. After everything calmed down, you lay softly on the bed, smiling sweetly at me standing by the window, and said, "The way you smoke is so manly. Let's go downstairs when we're done, so my husband won't wait." I threw away my cigarette butt, went over, and gently hugged you from behind. "It feels so good to hold you!" You turned around, rested your head on my back, and gently rocked me, saying, "Actually, I've been looking forward to your visit these past few days. Let's go." I followed closely behind. Although I didn't see your smile, I could sense that you were truly happy, and you are such a reserved and shy woman.
When I saw your husband in the car, I felt uneasy and a little embarrassed, but as he chatted with me openly and warmly, the atmosphere immediately became relaxed and natural. Before I knew it, we arrived at your home, a quiet and beautiful neighborhood. Standing on your balcony, the night view of Nanping unfolded before my eyes. The Futun River, flowing gently eastward, rippled with a shimmering hue under the night lights. A gentle night breeze wafted through the window, carrying the sweet fragrance of the night, soothing my soul. I couldn't help but turn back to gaze at you, searching for you. Just moments before, you had been flitting between the kitchen and the living room, but now you had quietly come over and embraced me from behind. We showered together. After I helped you wash and wrap yourself in your pajamas, you suddenly hugged me, leaping up like a monkey climbing a pole, wrapping your legs around my waist, and whispered sweetly in my ear, "My husband is waiting for us in the room." I carried you to the bed and gently tugged at the bow tied at your waist, causing your pale purple pajamas to slip down. Naked, you nestled against me like a little bird. I held you in my arms, saying nothing, doing nothing, just embracing you quietly, unwilling to let go. It seemed that only in this way could I truly feel the reality of being one with you. Only such an embrace was the warmest, the sweetest, the most romantic, and the safest. In your gaze, it seemed as if you were telling me in your heart: only my chest is the warmest, only my arms are the strongest. At that moment, I believed that time had stopped for us... But I still couldn't help but sometimes lift your chin to look at your serene face, sometimes gently kiss your forehead, and sometimes kiss you passionately, until you were breathless. Your husband is kissing your back, caressing your fair, rounded, smooth thighs. Slowly, he leans down and gently licks your genitals. You moan, moaning, unable to control your desire any longer. Your hair is disheveled as you passionately kiss my ears, my neck, my lips, your tongue sliding down to my nipples, sucking them hard, circling them with your tongue. It tickles so much, and I can't help but moan. But your tongue doesn't give up; it races to my most sensitive spot, swallowing it whole, sucking quickly and repeatedly until it grows large and thick. At that moment, your husband slips his tongue into your vagina, exploring and swirling it rapidly, causing you to writhe and arch your back in pleasure, your moans growing louder. But she didn't forget to repeatedly suck on the nerve that delivers my semen, taking my "little testicles" into her mouth, slowly and gently caressing and rotating them, making me feel like I was floating on air, my whole body going limp. I was immersed in the pleasure of your oral sex for half an hour. In return, I kissed every inch of your skin. I liked to suck on your earrings while touching, kneading, and licking your tender breasts, making your nipples harden and become erect, causing your lower body to flow with lubricating love juice to welcome your husband's attack. When your husband got tired, it was my turn, thrusting into your narrow and tight hole again and again, feeling your hole like a corrugated pipe, constricting my little brother section by section, so stimulating, so warm and comfortable inside you! I held your waist, looking at your snow-white, high-perched buttocks, watching my little brother rapidly thrust in and out of you, watching you skillfully and effortlessly suck on your husband's little brother, your mouth sometimes letting out incoherent moans of pleasure, sometimes unable to suppress your screams... Finally, all three of us reached our climax, fully enjoying this perfect harmony, everything was so—like fish in water, like water flowing into a channel... Our sex had reached a frenzy! In middle age, our sex life has become more skillful and harmonious, causing my little brother to develop again.
As midnight approached, you arranged for me to rest in another room. When you kissed me and said, "Goodnight," the moment you gently closed the door, I felt so reluctant to leave. The dark room was filled with the air of longing for you, and my heart went with you the instant you disappeared. I realized how difficult, how heavy, how obsessive it was to miss you! Perhaps it was the fatigue of the journey, or perhaps it was the frenzy I had just experienced, but I slowly drifted off to sleep, savoring the memories. But then, my heart trembled, and I groggily opened my eyes. I vaguely saw you in your silk dress, standing half-hidden before my bed, smiling sweetly at me. I was wide awake and couldn't help but hug you tightly, kissing you like a chick pecking at rice. You cried out happily, "Help! Help!" Only after disturbing your husband did I release you. Your captivating charm only fuels my desire for your body. I turn you over beneath me, eager to merge with you. I'm like a dragon, swimming wildly over your body as you thrust against me from below. I'm lost in a blissful trance, kissing you with all my heart, leaving my sweaty, passionate lovemaking within you. It's all so intense! We're entwined like vines, coiled like snakes, never to be separated! I lie on your chest like a child, resting my head on your breasts, closing my eyes peacefully, filled with gratitude. How I wish that when I wake up tomorrow morning, I can still hold you tightly, still caress your graceful curves, still gently smooth your disheveled hair, and never tire of looking, touching, kissing, or making love. But you still gently got up, softly raising your eyebrows, lingeringly gazing at me, gently pinching my nose, softly kissing my lips. A thread of happiness resonated within us, flowing into our hearts, until I peacefully and contentedly fell asleep… The
drizzle continued. As I entered the station, I turned back to look at the sky before me, and at this city that had left me with such unforgettable memories last night. My heart was filled with reluctance, yet I knew: a turn might be a century; a turn, and would we ever meet again? Would we return to last night? And yet, after turning away, would your longing remain the same? I will remember Nanping, and I will remember you in my dreams. I don't know your name. If I could, I would choose a name for you: Nanxun.
{Nian Mo Xiang Yan} 2016.03.10. This was my first time spending time with a married couple. Although it was my first time, I felt neither nervous nor excited, but rather a sense of understanding and ease. This article is dedicated to commemorating those indelible memories.

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