Perhaps once again

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The dim, yellowish light, the curtains slightly open, and the moonlight streaming in from the window filled the elegantly furnished bedroom. The pale yellow wallpaper gave the room a warm feel, while the mirror on the dressing table reflected the intertwined figures on an outrageously large double bed, raising the room's temperature several degrees.
The man, with his broad, muscular back, was drenched in sweat, his once-sleek hair now wildly disheveled, scattering sweat in all directions with each movement. His firm, dark buttocks rose and fell rhythmically, his large hands constantly manipulating the woman's body, which was intertwined with his. The two rosy nipples on her snow-white chest, and the taut muscles in his legs, revealed the full force he was using. The woman,
overlapping him, had a breathtakingly beautiful face, yet her brows were furrowed, as if overwhelmed by such intense passion. However, the faint upturn at the corners of her mouth and the almost imperceptible, almost palpable movement of her slender waist hinted at a painful pleasure.
The room's stereo played melodious symphonic music, providing the perfect background for this constantly moving yet silent scene. No, beneath the melodious music, one could still hear the man's wolf-like panting, the woman's incoherent murmurs and cries, and if one listened closely, the hissing sounds of air being squeezed in and the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh, adding countless noises to the tranquil night.
[Hidden content] Time seemed to stand still, perhaps oblivious to the passage of years. Slowly, the man's movements slowed, as if he had just emerged from the depths of the ocean, his breaths becoming increasingly heavy. A surge of heat, flowing from his lower abdomen, along his erect penis, erupted into the deepest recesses of the woman's mysterious body, releasing all the unreserved essence of life.
As the woman repeatedly lost consciousness, she felt her body yearning for even more intense impact. Finally, as if by unspoken understanding, she sensed from the subtle changes in his body that it was time. She relaxed and accepted all that he gave her, a fullness so real and substantial.
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From the moment he entered the building, he had poured all his energy into the new day's work. On the way from Yangmingshan to the Wang Group building in Taipei's East District, he made the most of his time, quickly reading the major financial news in the newspapers. The smooth driving skills of his driver, Lao Zhang, made sure he didn't feel any discomfort from the bumps.
He was Wang Shiguang, the president of the Wang Group, worth over 10 billion, yet only thirty-five years old. Standing at 182 centimeters tall, with an athlete's physique and wearing a well-tailored suit, he wasn't a handsome prince charming, but his resolute features and tall stature exuded masculinity that made countless young women adore him.
He and his wife, Zhao Xiuyuan, had been married for five years and were deeply in love, a model couple in high society. Zhao Xiuyuan possessed an elegant demeanor, a beautiful face, and a shapely figure. As the only daughter of Chairman Zhao of the multinational corporation Zhiyuan, she had been a pampered princess since childhood. This handsome couple was the envy of everyone.
After a busy and hectic day, they were to attend a dinner hosted by the mayor that evening. However, Xiuyuan called at noon to say she wasn't feeling well and couldn't accompany Shiguang, so Shiguang had to invite Secretary Lin to attend instead. Since Shih-kuang didn't particularly like such occasions, he planned to leave after the mayor finished his speech, toasted him, and then leave. However, he encountered someone he never expected...
(II)
Stepping into the luxurious lobby of the Kaihua Hotel, Wang Shih-kuang chatted amiably with the other guests. While the mayor delivered his speech, Shih-kuang and Secretary Lin sat quietly to the side, enjoying the cocktails served by the waiter. Perhaps because the election year was approaching, the mayor on the stage went on and on about his various achievements, which made Shih-kuang inexplicably irritable. He changed his original plan, gave Secretary Lin a slight nod, and got up to leave. With the doormen bowing deeply to see him off, Shih-kuang stepped out of the hotel. A wave of heat hit him as he walked out. It was a typical hot and humid night in Taipei in July.
Sometimes, life is full of coincidences. As Shih-kuang and Secretary Lin waited for Driver Zhang to drive the car out of the hotel's underground parking lot, a familiar figure walked past. It was her, a woman Shih-kuang would never forget… Seventeen years ago, in the summer, Wang Shih-kuang was eighteen. June in Taipei was unbearably hot. Even though school was over, he still had to rush between cram schools and home every day to prepare for the university entrance exams. Fortunately, he had Li Chih-hui, which prevented him from going crazy with these dreary days.
Li Chih-hui had thick, beautiful hair, clear, firm skin, and bright, expressive eyes. Especially striking were her full, alluring lips. Her inherited slender figure and full, rounded curves exuded youthful energy in every movement. Chih-hui was Shih-kuang's classmate. He couldn't remember how they started dating; everything seemed to happen naturally, even that one incident felt so inevitable.
As Shiguang led Zhihui into the simple hotel room in the alley next to the cram school, he felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. He spoke cautiously and fearfully to the receptionist, trying his best to keep his voice steady and appear natural. However, Zhihui's slightly trembling body, with her head bowed beside him, conveyed a palpable sense of embarrassment that seemed to emanate from their intertwined arms.
Once inside the room, perhaps because this was something they had both longed for, after an initial awkwardness, Shiguang began to untie Zhihui's clothes. His hands clumsily and awkwardly caressed Zhihui's smooth, silky skin. When his lips touched Zhihui's full, moist lips, his tongue eagerly explored. His masculinity swelled with rising desire; his small underwear could no longer contain the beast about to burst forth. When Shiguang removed his last piece of clothing, his masculinity sprang out, displaying boundless strength. It stood tall and erect, its dark exterior shaped like a mushroom at the tip, tinged with a vibrant purplish-red from engorgement. A clear, viscous liquid oozed from its opening; it was a gigantic monster.
Shiguang's lips reluctantly left Zhihui's small mouth, sliding down her throat between her high, firm breasts. These breasts possessed breathtaking curves, their two pink nipples hardened by Shiguang's tongue's caresses. He circled and teased them, making soft, smacking sounds. Following the naturally formed curves downwards, he finally reached the mysterious triangle, beneath sparse yet well-groomed hair—the place of every man's dream.
Shiguang gently but firmly parted Zhihui's tightly closed legs, lightly using the tip of his finger to tease her other, delicate, and fatally alluring lips. Zhihui's body trembled almost imperceptibly, perhaps from an electric shock. Soon, the spring tide surged, and the core of that mysterious place, like a pearl in an oyster shell, shone with dazzling luster. Shiguang's tongue slid back and forth, teasing and playing with it, making the pearl appear even plumper and brighter with the nourishment of saliva.
It was time. Shiguang, with his pride, explored the depths of that mysterious place. Although he encountered some resistance, it did not affect his determination in the slightest. He thrust in and out rhythmically, or perhaps it should be said that he pounded, while whispering words of love in Zhihui's ear. Zhihui's initial cries of pain gradually turned into numb cries, her brain seemingly paralyzed, as she cried out the pleasure she felt, like a poem. Her legs unconsciously wrapped around Shiguang's waist, her body twisting naturally in rhythm with his movements.
This went on for fifteen minutes or longer, until Shiguang couldn't help but release all his love into Zhihui, and Zhihui accepted it all without reservation. The sweat stains and bloodstains on the bed were evidence of their paradise.
It was as if it all began naturally. When Shiguang and Zhihui were admitted to universities in the far north and south, the distance of time and space naturally brought their relationship to an end. Everything was buried deep in their memories, but occasional, unintentional recollections still brought back such sweet memories.
Seventeen years seemed to be compressed into ten seconds. Shiguang had just returned from his reverie when that familiar figure walked past him—it was her, his most beloved Li Zhihui…
(III)
Shiguang strode forward, calling Zhihui's name. Zhihui turned around and was momentarily stunned to see the long-absent Shiguang. Shiguang looked at her closely (she had changed; her youthful innocence had given way to a glamorous and mature allure, and her figure was more shapely. She used to be a green fruit, but now she seemed ripe and tempting). He asked Zhihui about her recent situation with slight excitement, but Old Zhang had already parked his car in front of them, so Shiguang could only exchange business cards with Zhihui and agree to have a good get-together the next evening.
After taking Secretary Lin home, Shiguang returned to his home in Yangmingshan. Xiuyuan had already gone to bed because she wasn't feeling well, and the servants had all gone home. Shiguang took a shower, but when he lay in bed, he still couldn't calm down the complex emotions of surprise and joy he felt when he saw Zhihui that day, so he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep all night. The next day, Shiguang couldn't concentrate all day. Ever since he arranged to meet Zhihui at noon, he found himself eagerly anticipating their date.
After work, Shiguang subconsciously didn't want Lao Zhang to know his whereabouts, so he drove himself to the meeting place—the restaurant of the Fuyue Hotel. Zhihui was already there, wearing a pink knitted vest with a matching jacket, a tight leather mini-skirt that hugged her long legs, and her hair simply tied up—simple, neat, and undeniably feminine.
From their initial slight awkwardness, perhaps fueled by the alcohol, they gradually began to chat comfortably about their lives. As time passed, they both became slightly tipsy. Shiguang felt the familiar feeling return; he gazed deeply into Zhihui's eyes, conveying his passion directly to her. Without a word, they headed upstairs to their room.
It was a room with pale yellow wallpaper, its dim lighting creating a very romantic ambiance. The interior was simply furnished: a sofa, a dressing table with a large mirror against the wall, and an unusually large double bed. Shiguang drew back the curtains, letting in the bright moonlight.
At that moment, Zhihui took off her coat. She raised her delicate arms, swaying her hips sensually around her slender waist, her eyes revealing a bold and seductive expression. Slowly, she stroked her raised right arm against her left, moving it towards her body, her slender fingers gently, almost unintentionally, sliding between her high, firm breasts. Shiguang couldn't resist digging his fingers into the hair behind her, forcefully pulling her closer. He covered her lips with his, first gently as mist, then greedily entwining his tongue, demanding more, while his other hand gently caressed her hips.
He suddenly picked her up, sat himself on the sofa, and let Zhihui straddle him. His lips kissed her earlobe, inhaling her faint fragrance. He unbuttoned her clothes, removed her top and bra, and then slowly and gently pulled down her skirt from her waist to her hips, tugging at her panties little by little. When Zhihui was completely naked, Shiguang lifted her curled-up, naked body and carried her to the dressing table. He gently placed her on the table, bent down to kiss her delicate, rounded toes, and ran his hands over her perfectly curved legs.
Zhihui was already wet, her pubic hair clinging to her body. Shiguang turned her around, exposing her entire genitals to the mirror. His hands caressed her lower abdomen, slowly cupping her vulva, his palms seemingly feeling the heat emanating from her. Shiguang used his index and middle fingers to slowly stimulate her, drawing circles and gently pinching her vulva. He then inserted his fingers deeper, stirring vigorously inside. After his fingers were covered in her juices, Shiguang withdrew them, but mischievously parted Zhihui's other labia.
Through the reflection in the mirror, Zhihui saw her own alluring eyes and the opening and closing of her vulva. Coupled with Shiguang's soft breath in her ear and his whispered "You slut, I want you," the lewd atmosphere made her even more intoxicated, and the temperature in the room rose even higher...
(Part 4, The End)
Unable to withstand Shiguang's fierce attack, Zhihui retaliated by forcefully pushing him down onto the bed. She hungrily licked every inch of his skin, expressing her burning desire with wild kisses. Shiguang's penis was already painfully taut in his underwear. Zhihui deftly pulled down his underwear, and Shiguang's penis stood erect and strong. She slowly kissed from the inside of his thighs, following the bulging veins on his penis, all the way to the umbrella-shaped glans. With
one hand, Zhihui moved the hot penis up and down, feeling the slight throbbing of the blood vessels. With the other hand, she kept blowing, licking, and sucking, gently licking the opening of the glans with her tongue or lightly biting it with her teeth; or she would use the five fingers of her other hand to grasp the glans and apply stimulation by gently pressing and rotating it with her palm. Then she leaned down further, using her firm and large breasts to sandwich Shiguang's penis between her breasts, squeezing and rubbing it with both hands on the outside of her breasts, pressing down on the penis. Because Shiguang's penis was covered in saliva, it would accidentally slip out between her breasts, but Zhihui still patiently grabbed it and put it back between her breasts.
Soon, Shiguang could barely withstand the stimulation; a surge of heat stirred in his lower abdomen. He quickly sat up, calmed himself slightly, and then lay back on the bed. Zhihui, supporting Shiguang's penis, spread her legs, allowing his penis to slide into her flower, reaching deep inside, lubricated by her vaginal fluid.
At this moment, Zhihui's round, trembling breasts were displayed openly before Shiguang's eyes. His fingers traced circles on her firm pink nipples, then his entire palm covered them, gently kneading them. Zhihui, in turn, enjoyed Shiguang's thrusts by moving her hips up and down.
After a while, Shiguang had Zhihui lie face down, pressed tightly against the bed, with her knees bent and hips raised high. Then, he inserted his penis from behind, using the strength of her legs and hips to perform piston-like movements, moving back and forth, deep and shallow. Of course, his hands weren't idle either. He would stroke or slap Zhihui's round, white, high buttocks, then encircle her waist and stimulate her petals from below.
But Shiguang's skills didn't stop there. After a while, he turned Zhihui over and penetrated her from the front, his hands tightly embracing her body, pressing her firm breasts against his strong chest. The sensation of her trembling nipples sliding against his chest gave him extraordinary pleasure. Then Shiguang lowered Zhihui's upper body, letting her lie flat on the bed, but his penis continued to thrust relentlessly. Sweat poured from his body, his firm, dark buttocks rising and falling with the rhythm of his movements. His large hands constantly caressed the woman's body, which was now one with his, her white nipples gleaming through the tension in his leg muscles, all of which he used.
Zhihui, gently and passionately whispered and soothingly kissed by Shiguang, slowly twisted her body. Shiguang readily accepted her suggestion, increasing the frequency of their intercourse, accelerating her moans and eventually her loud cries.
This continued for a long time, with Zhihui climaxing repeatedly. Shiguang's penis felt the intense heat surrounding it, the vigorous thrusting causing the glans to rub fiercely against the folds of her vagina, as if his penis was being continuously sucked in. Finally, Shiguang couldn't hold back any longer; a surge of heat shot from his lower abdomen down his penis, along with the relaxation of his hips and leg muscles, erupting into the deepest part of Zhihui's vagina. Shiguang involuntarily trembled.
After their intense encounter, Zhihui rested on the bed with a satisfied smile, her body covered in sweat; but Shiguang couldn't calm down. He found that after such intimate contact, all the feelings of his youth had returned. His mind raced, wondering if he should be with Zhihui again, reliving their past sweetness; but remembering his five-year marriage to Xiuyuan, and the help Xiuyuan's family had given to his career, he hesitated. Shiguang wavered between his current life with Xiuyuan and starting a new relationship with Zhihui, hoping to create a new life together.
Finally, he made up his mind. He whispered in Zhihui's ear, "Let's do it again." He was ready to enjoy the thrill of infidelity once more before returning to his old life and becoming the good husband he always was…
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