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Not long after moving into this building, I discovered an exceptionally beautiful young woman living a few floors below me.
She was strikingly beautiful, petite yet well-proportioned, making her quite endearing.
Even more striking was the small mole at the corner of her eye, which gave her a somewhat promiscuous appearance.
Every time I saw her, I felt an urge to immediately have sex with her.
However, her husband was short and not handsome at all, a real-life version of Pan Jinlian and Wu Dalang, making her even more pitiful.
One day after work, I happened to be on the same elevator as this young woman.
We both lived on high floors, so the elevator ride was quite long.
Inside the elevator, I used my sharp eyes to scrutinize her body from head to toe. Today she was wearing a pink tank top, with a cardigan over it, a light purple knee-length silk skirt, and high-heeled patent leather sandals, all her toes exposed, all painted with pink nail polish.
She seemed to have noticed my gaze, awkwardly lowering her head and adjusting her glasses perched on her nose. She moved to the elevator door, and I knew she was about to exit. She glanced at the display panel, then looked back at the elevator door. What happened next was unbelievable.
"No one's home," she said.
I understood her meaning, but I wasn't in a hurry to approach. I didn't immediately exit the elevator; instead, I stepped out from my own floor, using the fire escape to reach her floor. Leaving the fire escape, I found her standing in front of the elevator door, seemingly annoyed.
I hugged her from behind and asked, "Waiting for me?"
"Waiting for you? For God's sake!" she replied coquettishly.
"Oh, I'm sorry then." I released her and went through another fire escape.
These two fire escapes were connected. I used the same trick again, walking behind her once more, and saw her pushing open the fire escape door and peering inside.
I hugged her again: "Looking for me?" This time, I didn't let her answer. My mouth covered her lips, my tongue roamed inside her mouth, and her tongue responded readily. My hands weren't idle either; my left hand kneaded her soft breasts, while
my right hand reached under her skirt, caressing her swollen mons pubis through her panties.
But I didn't want to have a vigorous encounter with her in this stairwell.
I released her, letting her get the key. As soon as she entered the house, I picked her up, closed the door, and put her on the bed.
"Let me take a shower, wash off the smell."
"We'll do it now, and after the shower."
"You wish..." She didn't finish her sentence, enjoying the foreplay I gave her.
I value foreplay because I once watched a movie called "Desire Express," where the old man's technique was excellent, so the women on the train couldn't resist his temptation, letting him touch them and even reaching orgasm.
I think the Japanese must be very skilled in martial arts, otherwise how could indecent assault cases be so rampant and the perpetrators so hard to catch? The reason is that those women enjoy this; although they report the crime, they don't describe the perpetrator's characteristics, they want more.
Otherwise, if they just shouted, how could they not catch the perpetrator?! Therefore, I always spend twenty minutes on foreplay, getting the woman fully prepared.
I kissed her lips, removed her shirt, gently caressed her smooth shoulders, kissed her face, kissed her ears, kissed her shoulders.
I gently squeezed her breasts; although her breasts weren't very large, they were just right, complementing her figure beautifully.
I love this combination; she enjoyed it, letting me do as I pleased, humming sweetly through her nose.
Feeling her nipples swell, I abandoned the barrier of her clothing, removed her vest, and revealed a light blue bra—the kind advertised on TV, I think it was called a "water bra." This made her even more alluring. I reached behind her, unhooked it, and removed the bra from the front with a satisfied yet expectant air. Her breasts,
hidden beneath the bra, were exceptionally white, with pale pink areolas, very firm.
Without the barrier, I squeezed them, feeling something different; the skin was smooth, the outer layer soft, and with a little pressure, I felt a strong, outward spring. I cherished them, playing with one before moving on to the other, and later even using my superior tongue skills to play with both at the same time. Her nipples grew harder and harder, and her breathing became rapid.
Abandoning her upper body, I moved on to her lower body.
I pulled her skirt down to her knees; she was wearing very thin panties, the dark shadow making the temperature rise rapidly.
I gently pressed her mons pubis through her panties, and she let out a soft moan.
I mimicked the techniques used in adult films, gently pressing my finger into her vagina, exploring like an earthworm. The speed of my finger gradually increased, and her cries grew faster and louder, almost moaning. Her panties were soaked
. I pulled down her panties, revealing her mons pubis.
Her pubic hair lightly covered her vulva, seemingly regularly trimmed. Light shone through the gaps in the hair onto her vulva, the water droplets on the hair reflecting the light, shimmering like pearls.
I inserted my finger into her vagina again, this time inserting it quite far, about halfway in, moving it up and down, in and out. Her breathing followed the rhythm, the heavy breaths telling me the extent of her enjoyment.
Soon, her vaginal fluid slowly flowed out, followed by rapid contractions—she had her first orgasm.
At this moment, I couldn't resist the rising temperature, removing all my restraints and pressing my skin against hers. Her face was flushed, and I kissed her deeply several times; she looked even more alluring like this.
Before inserting my penis, I played with her breasts again, this time without restraint, and with abandon. My other hand reached down to tease her lips. After
so much foreplay, it was time to reach the climax.
I parted her legs slightly, revealing an alluring cleavage. I thrust my hips
forward, first rubbing the head of my penis against the outside a few times to open her lips, before slowly inserting the entire thing. She raised her voice, moaning with pleasure.
Her vagina was still very tight, like a virgin's.
"Your husband's thing must be very short," I said casually.
"Don't mention that short and unimpressive thing anymore. It can only go in to the entrance every time, and he comes in less than five minutes!" No wonder she had such a tender vagina; I guess she had been holding back her desire for a long time.
I thrust even more vigorously, each time going all the way in. Her moans grew louder, and her face was covered in sweat.
To enhance her experience, I placed her legs on my shoulders and teased her feet with my fingers. I'd heard this could help women reach even greater orgasms. "Slap...slap...slap...oh...oh...oh..." A symphony of sounds erupted.
Her vaginal contractions reached their peak, and she climaxed again. A large amount of her fluids smeared onto my penis, pulling it out along with her labia, which were still opening and closing.
Her moans were truly beautiful; she had probably never experienced such pleasure before. Even as her vagina convulsed, I hadn't ejaculated; instead, I thrust even more intensely, letting her savor the stimulation of each thrust during her orgasm, each stroke adding a little more excitement to her climax.
The moans lasted for three minutes before I ejaculated deep inside her womb. The warm sensation made her cry out in excitement, her heavy breathing causing her already slightly red breasts to rise and fall.
I didn't waste any; I scooped up the fluid from her labia with my tongue and licked her engorged clitoris, making her incredibly excited, and her fluids gushed out again.
Even after using only one position, she asked to stop, wanting to take a shower to replenish her energy.
I understood; she hadn't experienced such pleasure in years, and her body was bound to be exhausted. Combined with a day's work, a shower would indeed replenish her energy for the next round.
The two naked people crossed the living room, and I locked the door behind me, just in case her husband suddenly returned. The lock provided some delay.
Entering the bathroom, water slowly gushed from the showerhead, washing away the grime.
Every inch of her skin was washed clean and dry, water droplets clinging to her face and body, making her even more pure and beautiful.
"How long have you been married?" I asked.
"Three years."
"That must have been tough on you, not having enjoyed yourself properly for three years.
Why not have a child and have some fun?" "
That short-lived bastard, he only ever ejaculates at the entrance, how can he ever get anything done?" Her eyes reddened, looking pitiful. Without thinking, my strong arms encircled her.
Our heartbeats mingled, our hearts resonating, accompanied by the sound of the water—a symphony of nature.
But a man's ultimate desire is physical, and my erection pressed against her lower abdomen, thumping against her belly.
She sensed my intense need, released my arms, and knelt down, using her gentle mouth to caress my erection.
Although she wasn't particularly skilled with her mouth, and this was probably her first time doing something like this, her nimble tongue clung to the jade pillar without the slightest hesitation, tightly wrapped around it, savoring the sensation like eating ice cream.
To be honest, I'd never experienced such pleasure before; such tender lips, such soft tongues, touched my very soul.
Ah…ah…I couldn't hold back any longer, and I ejaculated, all over her face and lips, down her neck, flowing to her cleavage and pubic hair, before stopping.
She didn't have the leisure to savor the nectar on her lips, continuing to revel in the jade pillar, even trying to put the whole thing in her mouth.
Fearing I might ejaculate again, I lifted her up and thrust into her jade cave.
She cried out in surprise, slowly exhaling her throbbing breath.
At this moment, I was standing, her legs wrapped around my waist, her body leaning back, her hands resting on my shoulders.
I thrust forcefully, each thrust bringing a powerful echo, a graceful dance like that of a ballerina.
The shower water continued to flow, and her jade cave was overflowing, water, nectar, and jade fluid mingling together.
For better effect, I slowly moved in and out, each thrust reaching its hilt, letting her feel boundless stimulation.
With each thrust, she writhed, the suction within her cave becoming increasingly unusual.
With the help of the flowing water, I displayed my masculine prowess, my waist strength gradually increasing. She could no longer bear it lying down, pressing her breasts against my chest, her cries growing louder, expressing her overflowing passion.
"Drip drip drip..." The nectar and jade fluid dripped onto the ground, and to express the satisfaction of love, our tongues intertwined again... After cleaning her body again, she lay face down on the bed, and I massaged her, helping her recover from the day's fatigue.
During our conversation, I learned her name was Xue'er, and she was only twenty-nine years old. Her husband was her first love, and she valued the purity of marriage. She had never considered having a relationship with another man, but she never expected that her first time would bring such pleasure.
"Do you know how scared and nervous I was in the elevator just now? Seeing the look in your eyes, I was afraid you would drag me into the stairwell and rape me. But the more I thought about it, the more my body's desire rose, and I forced myself to say something so difficult to say," Xue'er said shyly.
"I know, you still are!" I pressed my ear against her back, hearing her faint heartbeat and the soft sound of her breathing. My hands caressed her breasts from her sides.
Xue'er was incredibly alluring now, exuding a faint fragrance, unlike before when the strong scent of perfume had faded after a day. This fragrance was like the delicate scent of tulips, refreshing and invigorating.
The softness of her jade-like back made me feel as if I were listening to the heart of the earth.
I continued massaging Xue'er from head to toe.
I had previously overlooked her rounded buttocks, faintly tinged with rosy hue, perfectly set on her pelvis, without an ounce of excess fat. Her slender waist was beautifully proportioned, immediately reminding me of the line from a poem: "A slender waist, light as a feather in the palm." Xue'er's waist was exactly like that.
Holding her snow-white feet was like holding a pair of jade ruyi scepters, equally cool and lustrous, equally precious.
No wonder Ximen Qing was so captivated after getting his hands on Fan Jinlian's legs; now I was truly experiencing it.

Xue'er fell asleep, and I dared not wake her. Sitting beside her, I quietly observed her static beauty, recalling our earlier intimacy—how unforgettable! Xue'er in motion was another kind of beauty altogether.
Soon, I too was summoned by sleep, finding myself in another world.
But in this world, Xue'er was the only sight. The dream of our intimate union made my penis twitch, a surge of heat rushing out, which woke me from the dream. I saw that Xue'er was also awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing at me with a dreamy smile.
"Who are you thinking about?" Xue'er asked coquettishly.
I looked at her and said, "I was thinking about you." Upon hearing this, Xue'er tried her best to avoid my gaze, but her face still displayed a charming smile.
After a long silence, Xue'er stood up and walked out, saying, "I'll get a cloth to clean the soiled area for you." Looking at her naked back, my heart had already drifted away.
It is said, "Love is the root of sex, and sex is the continuation of love." I think that I have developed a sublime love for Xue'er, a love that has reached the point of sublimation.
I stood up, moved towards her graceful figure, and embraced her from behind. Two naked people clung to each other, love flowing freely. Feeling her slightly warm body, I unconsciously kissed her neck, her earlobe…
Not long after moving into this building, I discovered an exceptionally beautiful young woman living several floors below me.
She was pretty, petite but well-proportioned, making her very endearing.
Even more striking was the small mole at the corner of her eye, which gave her a somewhat promiscuous appearance.
Every time I saw her, I felt an urge to immediately have sex with her.
However, her husband was short and not handsome at all, a real-life version of Pan Jinlian and Wu Dalang, making her even more endearing.
One day after work, I happened to be on the same elevator as this young woman.
We both lived on high floors, so the elevator ride was quite long.
Inside the elevator, I scrutinized her body with my sharp eyes, from head to toe. Today, she was wearing a pink tank top with a cardigan over it, a light purple knee-length silk skirt, and high-heeled patent leather sandals, all her toes exposed and painted with pink nail polish.
She seemed to have noticed my gaze, awkwardly lowering her head and adjusting her glasses perched on her nose. She moved to the elevator door, and I knew she was about to exit. She glanced at the display panel, then looked back at the elevator door. What happened next left me in disbelief.
"No one's home," she said.
I understood her intention, but I wasn't in a hurry to approach her. I didn't immediately exit the elevator; instead, I stepped out from my own floor and used the fire escape to reach her floor. Leaving the fire escape, I found her standing in front of the elevator doors, seemingly annoyed.
I hugged her from behind and asked, "Waiting for me?"
"Waiting for you? Who would wait for you?" she replied coquettishly.
"Oh, I'm really sorry then." I released her and went through another fire escape.
These two fire escapes were connected. I used the same trick again, walking behind her once more. I saw her pushing open the fire escape door and peering inside.
I hugged her again: "Looking for me?" This time, I didn't let her answer. My lips covered hers, my tongue roaming inside her mouth. Her tongue responded readily. My hands weren't idle; my left hand kneaded her soft breasts.
My right hand slipped under her skirt, stroking her swollen mons pubis through her panties.
But I didn't want a vigorous encounter with her in the stairwell.
I released her, letting her retrieve the key. As soon as she entered the house, I casually picked her up, closed the door, and placed her on the bed.
"Let me take a shower, wash off the smell."
"We'll do it now, and after the shower."
"You wish..." She didn't finish her sentence, enjoying the foreplay I was giving her.
I pay a lot of attention to foreplay because I once watched a film called "Desire Express," where the old man's technique was excellent, so the women on the train couldn't resist his seduction, letting him touch them and even reaching orgasm.
I thought, the Japanese must be very skilled, otherwise how could indecent assault cases be so rampant and the perpetrators unpunished? The reason is that those women enjoy this; although they report the crime, they don't describe the perpetrator's characteristics, they want more.
Otherwise, if they just shouted, how could they not catch the perpetrator?! So, I always spend twenty minutes on foreplay, getting the woman fully prepared.
I kissed her lips, removed her shirt, and gently stroked her smooth shoulders, kissing her face, her ears, and her shoulders again.
I softly squeezed her breasts; they weren't large, but just right, complementing her figure beautifully.
I loved this combination. She enjoyed it, letting me do as I pleased, humming sweetly.
Feeling her nipples swell, I abandoned the barrier of her clothes, removing her vest. She was wearing a light blue bra, the kind advertised on TV, I think it was called a "water bra," which made her even more alluring. I reached behind her, unhooked it, and then, with satisfaction and anticipation, removed the bra from the front.
Her breasts, hidden beneath the bra, were exceptionally white, with pale pink areolas, very firm.
Without any obstruction, I pinched it and felt something different. The skin was smooth, the outer layer soft, and with a little more pressure, I felt a strong force springing outwards from within. I cherished it, playing with one before moving on to the other. Later, I even used my superior tongue skills to play with both at the same time. The cherry became harder and harder, and her breathing became rapid.
Abandoning her upper body, I turned my attention to her lower body.
I pulled her skirt down to her knees, revealing a very thin pair of panties. The dark shadow made the temperature rise rapidly.
I gently pressed her mons pubis through her panties, and she let out a soft moan.
Imitating the techniques used in adult films, I lightly pressed into her vagina, one finger exploring like an earthworm. The speed of my finger gradually increased, and her cries grew faster and louder, almost moaning, and her panties became completely wet.
I took off her panties, revealing her mons pubis.
Her pubic hair lightly covered her vulva, seemingly regularly trimmed. Light shone through the gaps in the hair onto her vulva, the water droplets on the hair reflecting the light, shimmering like pearls.
I inserted my fingers into her again, this time quite a bit, about halfway in, moving them up and down, in and out. Her breathing followed the rhythm, the heavy breaths telling me the extent of her enjoyment.
Soon, her juices slowly flowed out, followed by rapid vaginal contractions; she had her first orgasm.
At this moment, I couldn't resist the rising temperature, removing all my restraints and pressing my skin against hers. Her face was flushed, and I kissed her deeply several times; she looked even more alluring like this.
Before inserting my penis, I played with her breasts again, this time without restraint, freely teasing them, while my other hand reached down, teasing her lips.
After so much foreplay, it was time to reach the climax.
I parted her legs slightly, revealing an alluring cleavage.
I thrust my hips forward, first rubbing the head of my penis against the outside a few times to open her labia before slowly inserting the entire thing. She raised her voice, moaning with pleasure.
Her vagina was still very tight, like a virgin's.
"Your husband's thing must be very short," I said casually.
"Don't mention that short, unimpressive thing anymore. It only goes in to the entrance every time, and he comes in less than five minutes!" No wonder she had such a tender vagina; I guess she had been suppressing her desire for a long time.
I thrust even harder, each time going all the way in. Her moans grew louder, and her face was covered in sweat.
To give her an even better experience, I put her legs on my shoulders and teased her feet with my fingers. I'd heard that this could help women reach a higher orgasm. "Slap... slap... slap... oh... oh... oh..." A symphony of sounds rang out.
Her vaginal contractions had reached their peak, and she climaxed again. A large amount of her vaginal fluid clung to my penis, flowing out along with it, staining her labia, which were still opening and closing.
Her moans were truly beautiful; she had probably never experienced such pleasure before. Even as her vagina convulsed, I hadn't ejaculated; instead, I thrust even more intensely, letting her savor the stimulation of each thrust, each stroke adding to her excitement.
These moans continued for three minutes before I ejaculated deeply, all of it shooting into her womb. The warm sensation made her moan even more excitedly, her heavy breathing causing her already slightly red breasts to rise and fall.
I didn't waste any; I used my tongue to scoop up the fluid from her labia and savor it, even licking her engorged clitoris, making her incredibly excited, and her fluids gushed out again.
Even using only one position, she asked to stop, wanting to take a shower and replenish her energy.
I understood her perfectly. She hadn't felt this happy in years, and her body was bound to be exhausted. After a day's work, a shower would definitely replenish her energy for the next round.
The two naked people crossed the living room, and I locked the door behind me, just in case her husband suddenly returned. The lock provided some delaying tactic.
Entering the bathroom, water gently gushed from the showerhead, washing away the grime.
Every inch of her skin was thoroughly cleansed, and the water droplets on her face and body made her appear even more pure and beautiful.
"How long have you been married?" I asked.
"Three years."
"That must have been tough on you. You haven't really enjoyed yourself in these three years.
Why not have a child and have some fun?"
"That short-lived bastard, he only ever ejaculates at the entrance, how can he ever get anything done?" Her eyes reddened, looking pitiful. Without thinking, my strong arms encircled her.
Our heartbeats mingled, our hearts resonating, accompanied by the sound of water—a symphony of nature.
But a man's ultimate desire is physical; my penis was erect, pressing against her lower abdomen, throbbing against her belly.
She sensed my intense need, released my arms, and knelt down, using her gentle mouth to caress my penis.
Although she wasn't skilled with her mouth, this might have been her first time doing something like this, but her delicate tongue clung to my penis without the slightest hesitation, tightly wrapped around it, savoring the sensation like eating ice cream.
Honestly, I had never experienced such pleasure before; such tender lips, such soft tongue, touched my very soul.
Ah…ah…I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I ejaculated, all over her face and lips, down her neck, and onto her cleavage and pubic hair, before stopping.
She didn’t have the leisure to savor the nectar on her lips, continuing to revel in the sensation on my penis, even trying to put the whole thing in her mouth.
Fearing I would ejaculate again, I lifted her up and thrust into her.
She cried out, exhaling a slow, pulsating breath.
At this moment, I was standing, her legs wrapped around my waist, her body leaning back, her hands on my shoulders.
I thrust forcefully, each thrust bringing a powerful echo, a beautiful, ballet-like movement.
The shower water continued to flow, her vagina overflowing, water, nectar, and vaginal fluid mingling together.
For better effect, I slowly moved in and out, each thrust reaching its full depth, letting her experience boundless stimulation.
With each thrust, she writhed, the suction within her growing stronger.
With the help of the water, I unleashed my masculine prowess, my hips gradually increasing in strength. She could no longer lie still, pressing her breasts against my chest, her cries growing louder, expressing her overflowing passion.
"Drip, drip, drip..." The nectar spilled onto the floor, and to express the satisfaction of love, our tongues intertwined once more... After cleaning her body again, she lay face down on the bed, and I massaged her, helping her recover from the day's fatigue.
During our conversation, I learned her name was Xue'er, she was only twenty-nine years old, her husband was her first love, and she valued the purity of marriage. She had never considered having a relationship with another man, but she never expected this first time to bring such pleasure.
"Do you know how scared and nervous I was in the elevator just now! Seeing the look in your eyes, I was afraid you'd drag me into the stairwell and rape me. But the more I thought about it, the stronger the desire in my body became, and I forced myself to say something so difficult to say," Xue'er said shyly.
"I know, you still are!" I pressed my ear against her back, hearing her faint heartbeat and the almost imperceptible sound of her breathing. My hands caressed her breasts from her sides.
Xue'er was incredibly alluring now, exuding a faint fragrance, unlike before when the strong scent of perfume had faded after a day. This fragrance was like the delicate scent of tulips, refreshing and invigorating.
The softness of her back made me feel as if I were listening to the heart of the earth.
I continued to massage Xue'er from head to toe.
I had overlooked her rounded buttocks, faintly tinged with blood, perfectly set on her pelvis, without an ounce of excess fat. Her slender waist was beautifully proportioned, immediately reminding me of the line from a poem: "A slender waist, light as a feather in the palm." Xue'er's waist was exactly like that.
Holding her snow-white feet was like holding a pair of jade ruyi scepters, equally cold and lustrous, equally precious.
No wonder Ximen Qing was so captivated after getting his hands on Fan Jinlian's legs; now I was truly experiencing it.
Xue'er fell asleep, and I dared not wake her. Sitting beside her, I quietly admired her static beauty, recalling our recent intimacy—how unforgettable! Xue'er in motion was another kind of beauty altogether.
Soon, I too was summoned by sleep, finding myself in another world.
But in this world, Xue'er was the only sight. The dream of our intimate union made my penis twitch, a surge of heat rushing out, which woke me from the dream. I saw that Xue'er was also awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing at me with a dreamy smile.
"Who are you thinking about?" Xue'er asked coquettishly.
I looked at her and said, "I was thinking about you." Upon hearing this, Xue'er tried her best to avoid my gaze, but her face still displayed a charming smile.
After a long silence, Xue'er stood up and walked out, saying, "I'll get a cloth to clean the soiled area for you." Looking at her naked back, my heart had already drifted away.
It is said, "Love is the root of sex, and sex is the continuation of love." I think that I have developed a sublime love for Xue'er, a love that has reached the point of sublimation.
I stood up, moved towards her graceful figure, and embraced her from behind. The two naked people hugged each other, love flowing between us. Feeling her slightly warm body temperature, I kissed her neck and her earlobe without thinking...

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