Su Manying

When a man and a woman are together, it's either the man conquering the woman, or the woman conquering the man. If the relationship is a stalemate of equal power, it's unlikely to last.
People often criticize women for being promiscuous and men for being lustful, but they don't realize that a woman's promiscuity requires resources—beauty. An ugly woman's promiscuity only invites disgust. So what kind of woman can be so alluring? A beautiful face, a sexy figure, a unique charm…
Even without a man's advances, a woman can be promiscuous. Women all have sexual desires; from an evolutionary perspective, species without sexual desires would have been eliminated long ago.
All women, whether outwardly aloof and noble or delicate and graceful, crave sex, their desires no less than men's. Unfulfilled desires lead to loneliness, and once unleashed, it can be terrifying.
A man's lust also requires resources: money, looks, power… at the very least, a large penis. As the saying goes, "Pan, Lu, Deng, Xiao, Xian!" Men need some strength, right? Otherwise, why would they pursue beautiful women?
On a bustling city street, a beautiful woman walked by. Her name was Yang Shuman, recently married, and now the sales team leader of a large cosmetics company—an elite white-collar worker. She possessed a beautiful, fair face, a shapely bottom beneath her pencil skirt, long, slender legs, and a full bust, exuding youthful vitality while radiating the allure of a mature woman.
After marriage, Yang Shuman's expression had become more charming, yet she retained a touch of girlish tenderness and naivety, all concentrated in her large eyes and brows. Her face alone was incredibly seductive.
Men brushed past her, marveling at her exquisite features, and Yang Shuman's occasional glances made many men's hearts flutter. As
the beauty walked away, a faint fragrance lingered in the air, prompting those who stopped to inhale deeply, their weary bodies from a long day's work seemingly instantly relieved. Coming to their senses, the men exchanged awkward smiles and went their separate ways, each thinking: What a beautiful young woman! I wonder if she works nearby…
That evening, in the meticulously decorated bridal chamber, Yang Shuman lay limply on the man's chest, a man's penis erect between her buttocks. The penis was white with a yellowish tinge, not black, about the thickness of a thumb and appearing somewhat thin.
“Ouch, bite gently!” “Wife, I can't take it anymore, I'm coming!”
The man pressed his hands against her snow-white buttocks, flipped her over, and pressed down on her.
“Ah, so tight… mmm~ so good.” The man took a deep breath as soon as he entered her, then eagerly began to move in and out.
“Hmph, ouch, go slower!” Yang Shuman's face gradually flushed, her snow-white body completely naked, her black hair flowing freely, lying supine on a red bed quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, like a beautiful piece of porcelain, exuding exquisite allure. At this moment, the man whispered something again, and Yang Shuman gently opened her eyes. Her large, watery eyes shone with a hint of lust, brightening the entire bridal chamber.
Looking at the man on top of her, she lightly spat, "Go to hell, I won't, hmm..."
Clearly, the man had said something lewd. It was evident that even in the private boudoir, this married young woman still seemed somewhat shy.
The man, seeing his wife's shy appearance in his arms, suddenly became very excited, and his lower body began to thrust rapidly. His whole body tensed, and he breathed heavily through his nose, appearing impatient.
He continued thrusting, his eyes fixed on the two swaying red nipples on Yang Shuman's breasts, becoming breathless after only a few thrusts. His name was Wu Bin, Yang Shuman's husband. He was of average appearance, with the look of an intellectual, even wearing glasses during sex.
Suddenly, Wu Bin felt a numbness in his lower back and quickly increased the speed of his thrusts. After only two thrusts, he cried out "Ah!" and then ejaculated, trembling, collapsing onto Yang Shuman, panting heavily. Knowing the man was finished, Yang Shuman's snow-white body relaxed, her initial panting ceasing, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes. She felt uncomfortable, having just begun to feel something, but didn't want to say anything to her husband. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling; the few minutes of sex had only aroused her desire.
Wu Bin, however, lay down satisfied and resumed reading. Feeling the discharge, Yang Shuman quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped herself with her bent legs. Although her height of 1.68m wasn't particularly tall, her proportions were excellent; her bent legs were snow-white and long, even her calves were smooth and flawless.
The two lay in bed for a while, neither speaking. Yang Shuman calmed down and gradually fell asleep. Wu Bin read for a while, then turned off the light and went to sleep.
The next day.
"I'm going to be late, I'm going to work. You should get up too," Yang Shuman said, turning back as she left after getting dressed.
Yang Shuman, having just made love, had a languid, alluring charm, subtle yet undeniably sexy. Watching his tempting wife hurry out the door, Wu Bin's eyes were filled with happiness. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he sighed softly.
"It's probably... because I'm a virgin. Yes, I remember on our wedding night, I almost... it's much better now, isn't it? Hmm, I'll definitely last longer once I get used to it."
Shaking his head, Wu Bin didn't get up and lay back down to sleep. The morning's intercourse had left him somewhat tired.
Wu Bin was a local, working as an acting manager at a chain bookstore. He started work half an hour later than Yang Shuman, and they had only been married for a little over a month. Two years ago, he first met Yang Shuman.
When Yang Shuman, dressed in a floral maxi dress and white leather shoes, walked into the bookstore, Wu Bin was immediately captivated. Yang Shuman stood at the entrance, the sunlight bathing her like an angel. Wu Bin vividly remembered that day; even now, the memory still stirs his heart and lingers.
His gaze followed her as she walked past rows of bookshelves, her beautiful figure stopping before one. She bent down gently, her slender fingers taking out a book.
Warm sunlight filtered through her smooth black hair, highlighting her serene elegance. Her large, bright eyes, clear as a lake, held a subtle smile, her gaze shimmering like a pool of autumn water.
Wu Bin watched as she picked up the book, opened the cover, and began to read. At one point, she brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, and a uniquely Eastern intellectual beauty struck him. For a moment, he was stunned.
Wu Bin's attention then drifted to the delicate little nose nestled beneath her eyes, straight and exquisite. He imagined how adorable she would wrinkle her nose, his thoughts drifting far away.
Yang Shuman noticed Wu Bin's gaze, lifting her eyes from her book to look at him. Her smile, tinged with shyness, captivated Wu Bin, melting his heart instantly. A single glance felt like an eternity. Thus began a pursuit that lasted over two years, culminating in their wedding night.
Yang Shuman, already out in the house, wore a white business suit, her full breasts bulging against the fabric. She wore only light makeup, her slender eyebrows like distant ink, black stilettos, and slightly pursed, red lips, her expression enigmatic. She exuded the aura of a goddess.
She looked at the street scene in the early morning, tightened her clothes, the morning air was a bit cool, her eyes were still blurry from sleep, the residual mist in the air clung to her curved eyelashes, making her delicate face look even more hazy and affectionate.
Yang Shuman watched the pedestrians on the street, her mind preoccupied with the quarterly competition this month. She had heard that the company was preparing to hold a quarterly meeting, and unlike previous years, this meeting would also elect a new general manager for the sales department.
Yang Shuman had only been appointed as a team leader in the sales department before her marriage, and leading those newcomers and veterans in a sales competition was proving difficult. She didn't know if she would be elected this time. She had no connections to begin with, and on top of that, she hadn't been able to close a large deal, making her hopes seem even slimmer... She also thought about the short duration of her sexual encounters with her husband, Wu Bin, which made her even more anxious.
"Tap tap tap..."
Yang Shuman walked quickly in her high heels, trying to shake off the inexplicable irritability in her heart. She didn't know why she always felt this faint irritability after making love with her husband. The older women in the company said that sex was quite pleasurable, wasn't it?
Although she thought this way, Yang Shuman, who had just experienced sex, didn't take it too seriously. She weaved through the crowd of people hurrying to work, and the sidelong glances from passersby made her feel shy but also happy, and she quickly regained her good mood.
Seeing something, Yang Shuman's rosy lips suddenly curved upwards, a smile appearing on her beautiful face. Her already pretty features gained a touch of playfulness, her rosy lips particularly alluring. Many men who noticed her on the street had their eyes light up, wondering if she was married.
Yang Shuman stopped at the intersection; the light had turned red.
Just then, a Mercedes-Benz van rolled down its window, revealing a plump, round face that filled most of the window. The driver was squinting at Yang Shuman.
"Isn't this Shuman? Come on, get in, I'll give you a ride to the company." Seeing this expensive car stop and greet her, even more men around her stared at Yang Shuman.
"No, Mr. Wang, I… I can walk myself." A little shy at heart, Yang Shuman's expression became flustered. Being stared at by so many people made her very uncomfortable, and a blush crept onto her fair face.
"Get in, we're almost late."
Seeing her like this, the man in the Mercedes' eyes lit up even more, his fat face twitching slightly.
He spoke, occasionally raising the Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, but his eyes kept scanning Yang Shuman's body, it was unclear whether he even noticed the time.
"No, Mr. Wang, you go first, I can go by myself."
Just then, the crowd moved again, and Yang Shuman immediately followed the surging crowd to the other side of the road.
"What's wrong, Mr. Wang, can't resist this young woman again?"
A coquettish voice came from the back seat, someone putting on stockings. Mr. Wang turned around and, in a fit of rage
, roughly groped the woman's chest. "Hurry up, we'll be late." The woman said coquettishly.
"Alright, sweetheart, sit tight. I'll deal with you when we get back to the office!"
"Hey Mr. Wang, weren't you done playing all night? I'm not coming. I'm going to sleep in the back room, so I won't be bringing you tea or water." She yawned as she spoke. "Haha, you can sleep alone?"
The fat man laughed, his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror, which reflected the alluring figure of a young woman.
"Slut..." The fat man muttered under his breath at the rearview mirror and started the car.
"Come here, sit in the front, and give me a blowjob!"
The woman in the back seat, though somewhat reluctant, slowly moved to the passenger seat, unzipped the man's pants, and then bent over, her red lips parted…

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