Chun Weiyang 7

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Spring Never Ends (Part 7)

After leaving the bar, I followed Ye Ziyan's car for more than ten minutes before slowing
down . We drove to the parking lot, and Ye Ziyan and her husband seemed very familiar with the place, leading us directly
upstairs via the back elevator.

Inside the elevator, we were very nervous. My wife held my hand tightly, nestled in my arms. I could feel
her trembling slightly. To keep her from getting too nervous, I tried to calm myself, but it was completely useless. Looking at the numbers flashing on
the elevator , it felt as if my heart was beating along with them.

The elevator finally stopped on the eighth floor. Su Feng stepped out first, and a woman in a black and red business
suit . I couldn't help but glance at her again; tall, fair-skinned, and with an elegant air.
Even a receptionist was so outstanding; I wondered what kind of club this was.

Su Feng seemed used to it, handing a card to the woman.

The woman didn't ask any questions, only glanced at us before returning the card and handing us back two room cards. With a
professional smile, she said, "I hope you have a pleasant night."

Su Feng nodded in response, took the room cards, and walked confidently to the left.

The closer we got to our destination, the more nervous and hesitant my wife and I became. Each step felt difficult, as
if an abyss lay ahead, a precipice, and if we continued, we would plunge into endless darkness, never to escape. I
began to hope that this road had no end, that we could walk on forever.

But what was bound to happen eventually happened. Su Feng and Ye Ziyan stopped in front of a door. Su Feng spread out two room cards in his hand
and said, "Choose one."

I glanced at them: 814, 816. A simple choice, yet I hesitated. I started to overthink
. After tonight, would our lives really be as I imagined? I felt a growing sense of unease.

I remained undecided. Ye Ziyan noticed my hesitation and took room 814, saying, "Let's choose this one!"
Then she told my wife, "I'm sorry, you can only choose 816." She was indeed a clever woman,
deliberately using such subtle language to both help me make up my mind and separate my wife and me.

I thought everything was prepared, but at the last minute, I realized that things weren't so simple. Even at
this point, my wife wouldn't let go of my hand, and I didn't want to let go of her either; we were both still hesitant.

Ye Ziyan smiled cleverly and subtly nodded to Su Feng. Su Feng reached out and gently pulled my wife's shoulder
away from my embrace.

My wife looked at me, and I could see the uncertainty in her eyes about tonight and the future. I seemed to want to
express , but I didn't know how.

Suddenly, Ye Ziyan hooked her arm around mine, whispering in my ear, "A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces
of gold, what are you daydreaming about!"

I watched as my wife followed Su Feng into room 816, only to be pulled into Ye Ziyan's embrace. Her hands caressed my face,
drawing my gaze from room 816 to her. Her eyes were misty, like a woman abandoned by her lover,
pitifully asking, "Who are you looking at? Weren't you looking forward to tonight?"

Her delicate arched eyebrows, captivating eyes, vibrant red lips, seductive words, and her pretty face, jade-like neck, and
soft breasts —I suddenly realized she bore a resemblance to my wife. But the difference was that Ye Ziyan exuded an allure that
assaulted my senses, striking my very soul. I was devastated; my ears rang, my vision blurred, my
thoughts blank, and after a period of mental emptiness, my vision cleared again. There was nothing else in my eyes but her.

I heard the door open, and I don't know how I moved, but I followed Ye Ziyan into room 814
.

The door slammed shut, cutting off all contact with the outside world and severing all my worries. I felt as if I
had fallen into another dimension, a world with only Ye Ziyan and me, a world that felt unreal. She
pulled at my shirt, pressed it against my chest, and said, "Tonight I'm yours, aren't you happy?"

I could clearly feel her firm breasts pressing against my soft chest, her voice incredibly seductive, her tone full of
temptation. That familiar feeling returned, constantly instilling wicked thoughts in my ear, making me unable to think, unable
to react.

My heart was pounding, my mind constantly conjuring up images of myself and Ye Ziyan, sometimes
interrupted by thoughts of my wife, then the images would reappear, like this, intermittent, my thoughts completely chaotic.

"Don't worry, he's very experienced and a gentleman, he'll take good care of her,"
Ye Ziyan said with a smile, seemingly able to see through my thoughts. Every word she spoke stirred my heart like waves, my emotions like wisps of smoke. My Adam's
apple bobbed, unable to calm the surging undercurrents within me.

"Forget everything, only I stand before you. You should be thinking of me now," Ye Ziyan said passionately.
She held my face, her red lips slowly approaching, her eyes filled with desire, drawing me little by little into that ocean of
lust , making me sink into her tenderness and sweetness, unable to extricate myself.

Our warm red lips touched, and I finally lost my reason, completely controlled by lust. I truly forgot
everything, forgot the world, forgot my marriage, and even forgot my wife. At that moment, my eyes and heart were filled
only with Ye Ziyan.

My hands involuntarily caressed Ye Ziyan's slender waist, gently. She moaned softly and twisted gently,
deliberately teasing me with a playful, seductive gesture. Our red lips intertwined, our fragrant tongues slid, she kept sucking and biting.

The slight pain and intense pleasure stimulated me, and my hand slid through her lace dress to her mirror-like,
jade-like back.

Ye Ziyan responded passionately, leading me slowly towards the bed. My gaze was completely on her;
I couldn't I was going, and could only blindly follow her.

Ye Ziyan led me to the bedside, pulling me down onto it with her. Her body was so supple; we rose and fell with
the mattress . I pressed myself against her, my desire burning fiercely. I kissed her frantically while impatiently trying to undress her
.

Ye Ziyan grabbed my hand, panting, "Don't be so hasty, my body isn't warm yet!"

Her words only fueled my desire. I swallowed hard and buried my face in her neck, kissing her. My hands
went , sliding under her arms. Her backless dress meant she couldn't wear a bra, and when I discovered she was naked, I felt a jolt
of electricity, greedily climbing up to her breasts.

The breasts felt smooth and silky; I finally touched those long-awaited, soft breasts. This was the first time I had ever touched a
woman's breasts other than my wife's, and the excitement was indescribable. Moreover, Ye Ziyan's breasts were truly beautiful, completely
different —perhaps because I was so familiar with my wife's.

I kneaded them repeatedly, unable to tear myself away.

"Ah!" Ye Ziyan cried out in pain, pouting and playfully slapping me, saying, "Be gentle!"

I was consumed by lust and had lost my senses. I ignored her, continuing to knead them forcefully, as if seeking
revenge for being manipulated and controlled by her. Her breasts changed shape constantly in my hands.

Ye Ziyan's face showed a hint of pain, but also a hint of enjoyment. She breathed heavily
, her body tensing with each squeeze.

I licked her earlobe with my tongue, mimicking her usual teasing,
breathing . She stretched her neck to avoid it, seemingly tickling her. My other hand wanted to lift her long skirt to knead
her snow-white legs, but the hem was pressed beneath her, and I couldn't lift it. Giving up, I simply moved my hands over
her waist and legs through the skirt, kneading and caressing them.

Even the shrewd Ye Ziyan was still a woman, and she was swayed by lust. Soon, her cheeks flushed,
her body limp, and her slender waist began to sway with my movements.

Tonight, I'd been stimulated too much—first Liang Yuzhen, and now Ye Ziyan—both
women unlike any I'd encountered in my thirty years of life. My desire was already on the verge of exploding. So Ye
Ziyan easily aroused me. Feeling she was almost there, I reached to untie the ribbon behind her neck again.

"Wait!" Ye Ziyan stopped me again.

I looked at her, puzzled, unable to hide the burning desire within me.

Seeing my anxious look, Ye Ziyan smiled and poked my forehead, saying, "Silly boy,
rough actions will only bring a woman to a physical climax, not spiritual satisfaction. A man needs to be
gentle to melt a woman's heart and give you unprecedented pleasure."

I understood her meaning and comprehended her words, but at this crucial moment, how could I stop?

Like a patient teacher, she supported me on my chest with her hands and said, "Let me guide you!"

I straddled her, looking down at her, hesitant, because desire was burning me up;
all I wanted to do was release. She saw through my intention, blinked, and gave me a pleading look.

She always had that irresistible power; I was once again captivated by her and dismounted. Seemingly grateful for my
understanding, her smile widened, and she stood up and lightly pecked me on the lips.

She walked to the bedside, pressed the switch, and the room lit up with colorful lights, like red lights in a nightclub
, flashing and changing colors. Seemingly finding it too bright, she turned the knob, dimming it considerably. The flickering lights
blurred her silhouette, creating a hazy, dreamlike feeling, blurring the lines between reality and illusion. Then she picked up
the remote and played a soothing, seductive piece of music.

I was burning with desire, unsure of her intentions. She poured two glasses of wine, holding them as she slowly
walked towards me. The flickering lights made her figure appear and disappear. Reaching my side, she handed me a glass. I wanted to
ask her something, but she looked into my eyes, raised a finger to stop me, pulled me up from the bed, and led me in
a light dance on the carpet.

We twirled to the rhythm, her exquisite face flashing before my eyes, making me fear she
would disappear at any moment, or that I would wake up and find it was all a dream. I instinctively clung to her,
afraid she would slip away from my sight.

Sensing my actions, she smiled, a happy smile playing on her lips. She took a sip of her drink, then embraced and
kissed As I sucked on her tongue, a warm liquid suddenly escaped from her mouth, spicy yet warm and fragrant, filling my
mouth. I instantly understood what it was, my heart skipped a beat, and my blood boiled.

I sucked on her tongue while swallowing the drink mixed with her saliva. She smiled passionately,
kissed me deeply on the cheek, and twirled joyfully around my neck.

I gazed at Ye Ziyan with rapt attention, our eyes meeting, and she melted under my burning gaze. After
putting down our glasses immediately embraced and kissed. She took off my coat and tossed it on the floor. Looking into my eyes, she unbuttoned my shirt one button at a
time , gently pecking at each one with her red lips, like a little bird pecking at rice.
The warmth and moisture against her chest intoxicated me. Stimulated by her actions, I kept stroking her beautiful long hair, hoping
those red lips would linger on my chest a little longer, even just a second more would bring me immense satisfaction.

The last button was undone, and she suddenly extended her fragrant tongue, lightly licking, sucking, and gently
probing my navel with the tip. A surge of heat seeped outwards from my body, a moist heat that made my abdomen tingle—a wonderful feeling.

Her tongue slowly slid up my abdomen; it was the first time I'd ever been served like this by a woman, undoubtedly giving me
immense stimulation.

I clenched my teeth, my breathing becoming heavy. She kept a close eye on my reaction, and when she saw me relax, she would suck harder
, making my whole body tense and tremble slightly.

She was truly skilled, searching for my sensitive spots to tease. I let her do as she pleased;
her tongue teasingly touched the corner of my mouth, and when I reciprocated, she would feign shyness and pull away.
This playful teasing was what drew men in most deeply, making them unable to resist. We continued this mutual flirting.
Each time I missed, she would smile happily, her eyes full of smugness.

I was almost consumed by waves of lust, my lower body already engorged, my penis
painfully taut from my pants. This teasing was quickly no longer enough. As if she could read my mind, just when I was about to reach my limit,
she reached out and pressed her slender hand against my penis. I shuddered; she continued to press and circle it. Even through my pants,
I could feel the friction, experiencing intense pleasure. The fire within me finally found an outlet. I used her slender hand
as a vaginal canal, thrusting my hips and pumping relentlessly. I gradually became engrossed, impatiently reaching out to touch her
breasts.

She playfully grabbed my hand that was about to wander, looked at me, and shook her head with a coquettish laugh. I could see the
intoxicated ; I knew that desire was burning within her too, but I didn't understand why she
could still restrain herself at this moment, telling me not to rush.

She withdrew her small hand and, under my gaze, unbuckled my belt. My pants slipped to the ground, revealing my erect penis.
My penis, stretched taut over my underwear, was exposed to the air, a large clump of fluid clinging to the top. She looked at the clump, a smirk playing on
her lips , and smiled smugly at me.

She smiled with obvious satisfaction; I could tell she was genuinely happy. I felt a mix of bitterness, shyness, and a touch of
pride , because I could bring her such pleasure.

She reached out and rubbed my glans through my underwear. That was where the fluid came from; I felt
as if her hand was about to pierce that small opening. With each rub, my whole body convulsed slightly.

When she withdrew her finger, it was also covered in a sticky fluid. She held it up to her eyes, examining it curiously.
Perhaps as a reward for my performance, she stared at me, and under my gaze, put that delicate finger in her mouth and began to suck on it.

My mind went blank; I almost lost my balance, my lower body felt hot, and I nearly urinated. I tensed
my body , clamped my legs together, trying to relax, but it was completely useless.

Seeing my tense state, Ye Ziyan seemed to understand my feelings. Through my underwear, she pressed tightly against my
erect penis, rubbing and circling it.

I could feel my penis rubbing against my thighs and abdomen. With each circle, my body tensed more, and my throat felt
even hotter and throbbing with thirst. I felt like I was about to die of thirst. I

was breathing heavily, and just as I was about to explode, she took my hand and guided it to
my high, firm breasts. Grateful for her permission, I rubbed and squeezed them wantonly like a child.

The thin fabric didn't affect the feel much; the silky smoothness even added to the pleasure. The
light brown nipples were clearly visible as I squeezed them. She bit her lip lightly, and with each rub, she frowned,
her breath sweet and her panting heavier.

We comforted each other, and our desires slowly merged. Feeling it was about time, she suddenly turned her back to me,
murmuring seductively, "Kiss me!"

Seeing her smooth, smooth back, my heart began to tremble. My hands, trembling, carefully caressed her back.

Perhaps because it had been exposed to the air for too long, it was slightly cool; she trembled
slightly . I wanted to warm her jade-like back with these hands, sliding them upwards along her waist. She
stretched out in pleasure with my movements.

I pressed closer to her body, my lips kissing her shoulder blades, slowly moving downwards, not wanting to miss an inch of skin. She held my head
with one hand behind her back, and stroked my waist with the other, twisting her body, her shoulder blades rising and falling before my eyes,
changing shape.

Soon she seemed unsatisfied, kneading my body with increased force, saying in a tearful voice, "Harder!"

Her tone revealed a hint of anxiety. Her reaction satisfied me, and I felt proud; I finally understood
the smugness she had felt earlier. Satisfying and intoxicating your partner during sex truly brings immense pride.

I sucked hard, leaving red marks on her back, and I could clearly hear the "pop" sounds.

This greatly stimulated her; she tilted her head back, moaning softly, her hands on my waist
grasping . She tossed aside her long hair, revealing the straps of her long dress at the back of her neck, and said, "Untie me!"

Finally receiving the command, the joy was indescribable; even a promotion hadn't brought me this intense excitement.
My hands trembled as I grasped the thin rope that blocked everything and slowly pulled it open. The black dress slipped down,
revealing her beautiful, naked body once again.

She was indeed wearing black lace-trimmed thongs tied with rope. My nose felt hot, and I felt like
I was about to have a nosebleed. The small piece of fabric couldn't hide her rounded buttocks, their lines beautiful and smooth, making me want to grab
them.

The thin red rope not only attracted my gaze but also aroused my nerves and fueled my desire. I
stared intently at her lower body, unable to look away.

My stunned silence pleased her, but it also tormented her with ignited desire. She eagerly grabbed my
hand and stroked her shapely buttocks.

In my eyes, she had always been a composed woman, capable of handling everything, but her actions now
shattered that image. However, this greatly stimulated me, exciting and delighting me. I
pinched her buttocks hard.

Perhaps hurt by my pinch, she gasped and groaned loudly, shrinking back. I held on
tightly, the pain and pleasure stimulating her nerves. She retaliated, increasing the pressure on my waist. My waist
was full of tender flesh; my nails dug into it, causing unbearable pain, yet also a strange itch, making me want to both
laugh and cry.

Pain and pleasure alternated, as if we were testing each other's limits. But I eventually gave in,
quickly unable to resist, and released my grip on her buttocks. I saw five clear red finger marks left on them.

She released her grip on my waist, and now it was her turn to be consumed by desire. She playfully slapped my waist in exasperation
. I no longer wanted foreplay; I was ready to get down to business. I knelt down and, mimicking her, slid my tongue
from her buttocks to her back, slowly licking upwards.

Her reaction was the same as mine; her body alternated between softness and tension, as if seeking support. She
grabbed -up emotions.

When I licked the back of her neck, she stretched her cervix out passionately, deliberately making it easier for me to move. After I finished licking her earlobe, she
wrapped her arms around my head, and we turned and frantically sucked, exchanging nectar.

We both plunged into the abyss of sex. I mimicked what I did last time we danced, using my underwear to press against her buttocks. She
understood my desire and obediently rested her head on my shoulder, opening her hips. As I penetrated, she suddenly contracted, clamping my erect penis between her legs. This time, only two thin sheets of cloth separated us,
allowing my glans to sink deeper. The tingling,
itchy, pleasurable, and painful sensation was even more pronounced. I wrapped my arms around her body,
roughly .

Seemingly stimulated by my intense emotions, her breathing turned into soft moans, much louder. Even her moans
were so stimulating, conveying both suppression and indulgence, arousing and igniting my desire.

I panted heavily, feeling my body gradually heat up, the scalding liquid beginning to brew and gather within me.
Just then, she mischievously relaxed her hips again, leaving my penis helpless and
slipping out.

I anxiously held her tighter, sliding between her legs, seeking solace in her body. She playfully
dodged , preventing me from succeeding.

Just as I was feeling frustrated, she turned back to look at me, gently shook her head, and reminded me not to rush.

I could see the burning desire in her eyes, but at this point, who wouldn't be impatient? What man could
resist ? I felt like I'd been pushed down from the clouds.

She turned and hugged me, kissing me. I took the initiative, my advances fierce, lightly nibbling at the corners of her lips, licking, sucking.
The warm, moist saliva on her tongue made me tremble, intoxicated. Feeling my desire temporarily subdued, she withdrew her red lips, gesturing to the rope binding her thong, and murmured

seductively, "Untie it!" 　　These provocative words sent a jolt through me. I lowered my hands from kneading her breasts and began to untie the sexy thong . 　　The moment my hand touched the thin string, Ye Ziyan stopped me again. Her eyes were alluring as she whispered, "Untying it like this takes away all the fun." 　　I looked at her, puzzled. She pouted, as if annoyed that I was too stupid, and gently stroked my lips with her finger, hinting, "Don't you think the person who designed this kind of thong wanted men to untie it?" 　　I instantly understood her meaning. I felt like I'd been hit by a speeding car, electric current coursing through my body. It took a lot of effort to suppress my excitement and allow my body to move freely. Looking into her eyes, that familiar gaze reappeared, encouraging yet seductive. I had nowhere to escape, and slowly squatted down. As I passed her breasts, she pressed one nipple into my mouth. I naturally sucked, gently biting, teasing it with my tongue. 　　She held my head, writhing passionately, giving me the greatest response. 　　Sliding down her body, the small piece of fabric was right in front of my eyes. Through the soft black stockings, I could clearly see the thick, dark pubic hair underneath. 　　She stared at me intently, and I moved closer, feeling her body heat. My breath on her crotch sent shivers down her spine. 　　I didn't immediately use my mouth to untie it; instead, I kissed her thighs, my tongue tracing the rope. She held my head in her hands, rubbing my hair and gently scratching my scalp. 　　Until she instinctively squeezed her legs together, twisted her slender waist, and pressed her lower body against my lips. I knew she was about to reach her limit, so I looked into her eyes, bit down on the thin rope, and slowly tore it open. Although she knew what I was doing , when the bow was untied, the blush on Ye Ziyan's face spread to her neck, and a hint of shyness appeared in her eyes. 　　I couldn't believe my . 　　The thin rope opened, and the black lace thong loosened. The thin material made it slide down very, very slowly. 　　The tiny thong was already soaked with her juices. I brought it to my lips and licked it, feeling the sticky fluid seep onto my tongue. She blushed as she watched my actions; though she didn't show it on her face, I could still see the shyness in her eyes. 　　This was very arousing for a man. I threw off the thong and stared intently at her lower body, wanting to memorize every detail. 　　The dark forest finally opened its veil, revealing itself completely before my eyes. She shyly squeezed her legs together. I didn't look up at her, anxiously opening her legs. Her pubic hair was thick, covered in fluid. 　　Ye Ziyan suddenly pressed my head down, and my lips pressed directly against her labia. Instantly, we both felt breathless , our bodies tingling. 　　Her body gradually melted, the flow became more rapid, and my body gradually burned, my penis almost bursting through my underwear. 　　I must declare first, I have never performed oral sex on a woman before, not even my wife. But tonight, I willingly did it for Ye Ziyan. I can't quite explain why, maybe I was just too excited. Tonight I experienced so many firsts, and the intoxicating atmosphere made me lose all reason. I just opened my mouth and licked her. 　　She was instantly aroused, letting out a "Ah—" and grabbing my head, scratching wildly. Her high-pitched moans were clear; I could tell she was trying to suppress them, but it was too late. 　　Her labia were wide open, and salty, lustful fluid kept flowing out. I greedily sucked it in. After sucking away a lot of , I imitated the boyfriends in porn movies, licking her haphazardly with my tongue. 　　She convulsed from the stimulation, trembling as she opened her legs and clamped my head between her calves. Through this intimate contact, I could clearly feel her body getting hotter and hotter, and the lustful fluid flowing from her vagina increasing. She bit her lip , stretched her neck, and tilted her head back, her beautiful hair cascading down like a waterfall, her breasts swaying up and down with her twisting body. 　　Soon, I felt her labia tremble, and her juices overflowed. Just as her body tightened, and I felt she was about to soar to the heavens, she suddenly let out a soft moan and forcefully pushed me away. 　　I looked at her in confusion, wondering why she did this, but I knew she must have exerted a great deal of effort, desperately trying to restrain herself, to pull herself back from the brink of desire. 　　She breathed heavily, her breasts bouncing with each breath. After a few seconds of calm, she said softly, "I can't take it anymore , if you stimulate me any more, I'm about to come." 　　I spat out the juices in my mouth, chuckled, and said it was okay if I came. 　　Her face was flushed, the tears in her eyes still lingering. She shook her head and said, "I want to go to heaven with you." Then she pulled me up. 　　Her words made my heart flutter, my mind swaying, as if I were about to float away. Stimulating her, of course, also ignited my desire . She understandingly squatted down and slowly pulled down my underwear. 　　My incredibly erect penis finally broke free of its restraints, swaying before her bright red lips. 　　She looked at me, and without hesitation, opened her mouth and swallowed. My struggling glans was finally inside her . She slid back and forth, servicing me just like the first night at the villa, but even more vigorously. 　　Whether as a reward for my earlier actions or simply satisfaction with my performance, she constantly changed her techniques, gently biting and squeezing from different angles. Later, she even lifted my glans, sucking on my testicles, constantly swallowing and licking . 　　The feeling was incredible; heat surged upwards from my feet, as if I were falling into a sea of desire, making my breathing quicken, my breath rapid, intoxicated. 　　Under her ministrations, the fire within me burned ever brighter, my glans began to release fluid again, and my body tensed, preparing to ejaculate . She stopped stimulating me at the right moment, opened her mouth and released the fluid, kissing and sliding it upwards along my abdomen. 　　I knew what she meant, so I took her arm, pulled her into my embrace, kissed the corner of her mouth, and we moved towards the warm bed together .

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