Yunyun sex

On Friday after work, Qiao Bai picked me up as usual.
After dinner, he took me home. As soon as we entered, Qiao Bai possessively pulled me into his arms, grinning mischievously, "Baby, how about we take a bath together?" "You're so lewd!" I lightly tapped him on the forehead, then turned and went into the bathroom.
Yes, Qiao Bai is my husband, and we've been married for a short time.
I was born into a family where my parents divorced, and I was raised by my mother from a young age. So my mother always instilled in me the view that most men are unfaithful.
Around me, many of my girlfriends have also poured their hearts out about the disadvantages of men who don't have money. This made me firmly believe in a truth: no matter how capable a woman is, her happiness depends on the man she marries.
So when I decided to marry him at the height of my career, almost everyone tried to put me down, and even my mother almost severed ties with me because of my choice.
But as smart as I am, how could I not know how good this man is? A woman's good taste isn't limited to clothing and appearance; the best way to judge a woman's judgment is by looking at the men she chooses.
Qiao Bai is a capable man; it's just a matter of time before he builds his own empire from scratch, becoming as wealthy as all successful men—I've never doubted that. Talented, handsome, tall, and charismatic, all his advantages are enough to guarantee his success.
There's another aspect that truly demonstrates he's a real man—his sexual prowess. When my girlfriends complain to me that they've never experienced the pleasure of orgasm, I can only smile wryly, keeping that wonderful feeling to myself.
Just as he said, during the day he's a little white rabbit to me, but at night he transforms into a wolf.
Qiao Bai lies in the large bathtub, a thick towel behind his head, resting on the edge of the tub like an emperor.
I lean over him, my round buttocks immersed in the warm water, gently rubbing against his thighs. Qiao Bai slipped his hands under my armpits, lifting my body slightly. I understood and braced myself against the edge of the bathtub, presenting my soft, round breasts to him.
Qiao Bai's breathing grew heavier. He fondled my breasts, squeezing the mounds together, then slowly licking the cleavage with his wet tongue. He lifted his handsome, movie-star-like face, gazing at me with deep affection, and murmured, "Mantong, your breasts seem to be getting bigger..." This lewd teasing stimulated my hormones. I blushed and said, "It's all your fault. Looks like I'll have to change all my bras..." "Then change them all. What's the big deal? I'll buy you some..." He said, as he obsessively sucked on my right nipple, like a newborn baby nursing, making a squeaking sound.
"Ah...Bai...mmm...ah..." A jolt of pleasure shot through my nipples, and my arms clung tightly to him, trembling slightly. The warm water in the bathtub washed over my private parts, and with a contraction, a warm flow gushed out.
Hearing this once-playboy say he'd buy me a bra, I couldn't help but smile, feeling incredibly proud. I knew my place in his heart. In his wolfish eyes, I read a longing. For
over two years, he'd pursued me with a strategy of playing hard to get, because I firmly believed that a woman too easily won over was worthless. Finally, one day, I'd successfully caught this wolf. The more promiscuous a man is, the more devoted he becomes when he meets the woman he loves; the fiercer a man is, the more abnormal he becomes when he encounters the woman he loves. I understood his heart.
The temperature in the bathroom rose higher and higher. Qiao Bai suckled on my breasts while guiding my small hand to his engorged member, which was lurking in the warm water. He said, half-commandingly, "Mantong, touch it..." Watching his hard, erect penis wreak havoc in the water, I deliberately smiled and said, "I won't. I'm already exhausted from work today. Who wants to serve you?" Qiao Bai pinched my chin, bringing his face closer, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "I told you to quit, why won't you listen to me? If you like to torture yourself so much, you should save your energy for me..." He chuckled maliciously in a low voice.
“You lustful bastard…” I scoffed, splashing a few drops of water onto his handsome face as punishment. “Besides, how will I earn money if I don’t do it?” Qiao Bai deliberately pressed my nipples hard with his thumbs, making me gasp and tremble. He raised an eyebrow, looking confident. “So you’re questioning your husband’s abilities?” He said, increasing the pressure of his thumbs, kneading and pressing them.
“Ahhh, I, I didn’t…” I cried out, my cheeks flushing. Before I could react, he used the buoyancy of the water to easily lift my hips and thrust his middle finger into my opening.
“Ahhhhh!” I gasped.
Then Qiao Bai flipped me over, supporting my small white buttocks, making me kneel astride his hard chest.
My genitals were now directly exposed to him, like a delicacy waiting to be savored.
"Wow, you're so wet so fast..." he teased in his pleasant voice, one hand caressing the sensitive, soft skin between my buttocks and thighs, while the other hand inserted a finger into my vagina, his tongue parting my wet pubic hair and licking my protruding clitoris, servicing me.
"Ah...ah...ah..." My lower body, both ashamed and reluctant, held onto his long finger, a feeling of fullness surging up, my whole body going limp, enjoying Qiao Bai's oral service, all fatigue forgotten, my hips unconsciously thrusting towards him.
Suddenly his large hand touched my anus, his fingers lingering on the outside. Although we had made love many times, I had never been prepared for this.
I gasped, "Don't...Qiao Bai...don't touch there...uhhh..." I still couldn't stop twisting my waist and swaying my hips, that feeling was still damn stimulating.
Qiao Bai always respected my feelings, but unfortunately, he was still incorrigible and wanted to tease me first. While stimulating my anus with his fingers, he said, "Then call me 'good husband' first."
"Mmm...good husband..."
"Say you only let me insert it here..."
"Mmm..." I hummed for a long time, feeling so embarrassed by such words. This scoundrel, I'll definitely settle the score with him later.
"Say it!" He increased the pressure of his fingers.
"Ah...only...only leaving you one insertion." "Where?"
"My anus..."
Qiao Bai smiled with satisfaction, and then continued to ask, "So what do you want me to do now?" As he spoke, he grabbed my two buttocks, fixing my lower body in place, and probed my vagina with his tongue, licking it fiercely, as if trying to suck out my vaginal fluid.
"Ahhh..." My legs went weak, and my body slipped onto him, my two white mounds pressing against his wet, muscular chest, sending another wave of stimulation
through me. "You, you stop... I've had enough..." But Qiao Bai only intensified his actions, moving his hands down to vigorously knead my breasts and rubbing my still-dripping vulva with his tongue. I was on the verge of climax, and my private parts immediately gushed out a stream of hot fluid.
Qiao Bai gulped it down, as if not wanting to leave a single drop. "Ah, baby, your flow is so strong, I almost couldn't keep up, I was going to choke..." Hearing him tease me, I blushed and glared at him angrily, "Why don't I just kill you!" "Don't say that, if I died, where would you find such a capable husband to satisfy you?" he said shamelessly.
Suddenly I felt a straight, hard penis sink into my buttocks. Qiao Bai had already knelt down, ready to enter. Instinctively, I lifted my upturned buttocks, wanting to take his huge member into my hole.
To my surprise, when I thrust my hips back, Qiao Bai deliberately pulled away. I was impatient and restless. "Mmm...give it to me..." "You haven't told me what you want me to do yet, baby..." he chuckled wickedly, with a deadly sexiness.
I swayed my hips from side to side, seductively saying, "Mmm, I want you to put it in..." "Yes, ma'am!"
Qiao Bai said, and then thrust into me.
We both sighed almost simultaneously, neither of us rushing to move. He stroked my long hair, helping me relax, his penis resting inside me, allowing me to fully enjoy the feeling of fullness. We both loved the feeling of possessing each other's bodies.
Slowly, I couldn't hold back anymore, and more of my vaginal fluid flowed out, and his penis twitched several times inside me.
Unable to resist the tingling sensation, I began to lift my hips automatically.
Qiao Bai, like a madman, began to pound into my love hole.
I felt my vaginal muscles being repeatedly opened and thrust in with each stroke, a tearing pleasure. His huge penis filled my passage completely, making me want nothing more than to be possessed and ravaged by him.
The violent thrusting resulted in the two bodies colliding violently, the lewd sounds of flesh slapping mixed with the splashing water, truly utterly obscene.
"Hmm, do I feel good fucking you?..." Qiao Bai's hands gripped my buttocks tightly, his lower body thrusting wildly and fiercely inside me, his huge member repeatedly penetrating me, plunging in to the hilt, then pulling out violently, then thrusting in again... "Ahhhhhh... Hmm... So good... So good..." I could only push myself towards him repeatedly, water splashing out of the bathtub.
After a series of screams, numbness and pleasure sent me to the peak of lust.
I came again and again, Qiao Bai was especially vigorous tonight, and I was happy to accept his manipulation.
I could clearly feel his penis trembling slightly inside my vagina, his dragon between his legs growing harder and harder, my narrow vagina being forcefully twisted by his penis, I was sure that the place where we were joined was already soaking wet, covered in sticky, lewd fluids.
I knew he was about to come too.
"Mmm...baby, I...I'm going to cum..." Qiao Bai thrust into me from behind, his movements becoming increasingly fierce and unrestrained, like a galloping steed. I had already experienced multiple orgasms, subconsciously enduring his violent impacts.
"...Cum...I've had enough..." I could barely swallow my saliva.
He suddenly lifted my buttocks, and streams of hot fluid shot directly into my vagina, warm and incredibly pleasurable.
(Changing Room)
Qiao Bai and I had a passionate night together.
Dawn broke, and the sunlight lazily streamed in. I found him, as always, holding me from behind as he slept, cradling me like a child in his arms. This sleeping position made me feel that he would always cherish me like that, like a precious treasure.
I turned slightly, tracing his features with my eyes. In the soft sunlight, his sleeping face resembled an angel, radiating a wild and extraordinary quality. His resolute yet refined handsomeness was fatal to a woman.
As I stared at him, lost in thought, a slow smile crept onto Qiao Bai's lips. He opened and closed his handsome mouth and said, "So restless this early in the morning?" He leaned down, his stubble brushing against the skin of my chest, a tingling, itchy sensation. I chuckled and said, "No, I'm still sore down there! I can't do any housework today." "Then don't do it." Qiao Bai continued his caresses on my chest.
"I can't not do it. Look," I stretched out a leg and pointed with my toe to the pile of dirty clothes in the corner, "You'll have to work hard today." Qiao Bai lowered his head in defeat. "I should have hired a helper," he said, but he still obediently got up to serve me, without complaint or regret, diligently and conscientiously.
"Who told you to say you don't like having outsiders around when you're impulsive?" I chuckled as I lay there. Actually, I didn't like it either. This room was just our private space.
Men, you know, if they satisfy their lust at night, they'll naturally compensate by working like slaves during the day. Now, Qiao Bai is in the kitchen making me red date and longan soup, not to mention he'll be hand-washing my underwear later. He's the king at night, but now it's my turn to be the queen.
I idly open my wardrobe, remembering that Levi's recently released new spring collection, and on a whim, I decide to go out.
I grin mischievously and hug Qiao Bai from behind, who's wearing my beloved Hello Kitty apron. He turns around, raises an eyebrow, and asks, "What are your orders now, sir?"
In the department store, Qiao Bai is like a movie star, attracting the adoring gazes of many women.
I never get jealous; naturally, I have the right to be proud, and besides, Qiao Bai's current success is all thanks to my transformation. Who would have thought what Qiao Bai used to be like? He dropped out of high school and started hanging out with the wrong crowd; he was a notorious bad boy. But I just love his strength and power. Women, subconsciously, all have a restless heart; as the saying goes, women don't love men who aren't a little bad.
We went to the Levi's counter, and I decided to pick out a pair for Qiao Bai as well.
Although it was Saturday, it was strangely quiet at midday. The sales assistant, a young woman with heavy makeup, greeted us as soon as she saw us. She was incredibly friendly to Qiao Bai, constantly sending him flirtatious glances.
A little while later, she brought out a new pair of jeans and asked Qiao Bai to try them on in the fitting room.
A moment later, I asked, "Does it fit?" Qiao Bai immediately pulled back the fitting room curtain to show me. "The waist seems too wide." "Really? Let me see." Qiao Bai casually pulled down the pants to show me, and with that, I was completely exposed to his voluptuous lower half. That damned Qiao Bai even gave me a lewd look.
At that moment, the sales assistant came over and said, "It's normal. This style of pants uses a stretchy fabric, and with the mid-rise cut, it feels a bit too big." Then, she went out again and got Qiao Bai another pair of pants.
So Qiao Bai tried on several more pairs of pants, but he said none of them fit quite right. Each time, he pulled me in to take a look. We got closer and closer, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense. I noticed something bulging under his jeans, making his underwear look stick out. I was already wondering why, since Qiao Bai had a model's physique. Turns out, this lecherous guy was up to something.
When the sales assistant brought out another pair of pants, that damned Qiao Bai simply pulled me in, locked the fitting room door, and pulled his underwear down, releasing his beastly desire.
He boldly put his right hand around my waist, gently hugged me, and grinned wickedly, "Want to see more clearly, baby?" Thinking there were other people outside, my face flushed red, and I nervously pushed him away, saying, "Who wants to see you? You shameless thing." Qiao Bai's eyes were full of lustful flames. He teased me with a lewd smile, "How about I let the ladies outside come in and see?" "You dare?" "You think I wouldn't dare?" I knew that the old Qiao Bai would definitely have dared, but he had turned over a new leaf.
Qiao Bai chuckled, reaching out to grab my hand and guiding it deep into his waistband. I felt my fingertips touch his hot, hard penis.
I cried out and tried to pull my hand away, but Qiao Bai was already holding me tight, his other hand gripping my waist close to his. "Look," he said, pulling my hand even deeper into his crotch. I was flustered and embarrassed, not knowing what to do. I wanted to pull away but couldn't bear to, so I just froze.
“Baby, your pleading eyes are so captivating.” He pressed me against the dressing room wall, our tongues entwined greedily, his right hand slipped inside my coat, kneading my breasts, his left hand slid down my waist to my buttocks, lifting my right leg, clad in black sheer stockings, and placing it on his side. He relentlessly rubbed his penis against my throbbing genitals. Occasionally, it would slip into my cleft, penetrating my vagina and anus intermittently through my stockings and underwear.
“Mmm… ooh…” My breathing grew more rapid, sweat streamed down my face, my eyes were hazy, but we couldn’t stop, our clothes askew.
Then, Qiao Bai whispered in my ear, “Mantong, are you wearing a t-back today?” I asked seductively, “What do you want?” “Tell me first, yes or no.” “Yes!” I answered sweetly.
Upon hearing this, his eyes instantly ignited with lust. With a wicked grin, he pulled up my tight skirt and ripped open the crotch of my pantyhose with a "rip." "Ah!" I cried out, and Qiao Bai immediately covered my mouth, making a shushing gesture. I glared at him resentfully.
A thick patch of dark forest was encased in the pantyhose, and my vulva was already overflowing with lustful fluids that seeped through the thin fabric of my underwear, soaking the fabric and causing a flood.
Qiao Bai whistled softly, "Oh, the situation is serious." He wrapped his arms around my slender waist, tightening my legs. Perhaps because I was wearing pantyhose, he was particularly excited, and his penis darted between my legs, the overflowing fluids making it very easy for him.
Our tongues engaged in a wet, lustful battle, while his hands massaged my buttocks, which were encased in pantyhose.
I gently swayed my body, the movements and faint scent of my body stimulating Qiao Bai. His hands moved to my lower body, clasping together to rub my vulva.
I trembled and sighed sensitively, "Ah...ah...so...so good...ha...ah..."
Qiao Bai buried his face in me, pulled aside my bra, and sucked my nipples until they shone.
"Mmm...mmm...I...I'm going to...coming...coming...ah ah..." It was so stimulating that I actually climaxed from the caresses. My whole body went limp, and I slid to the floor.
Qiao Bai knelt in the cramped fitting room, licking my labia, and then parted my lips to attack my vulva.
My private parts were constantly leaking wet, sticky fluid. I shyly tried to push him away, "Don't look! What's going on?" But he ignored my pleas and insisted on tasting it, constantly sniffing the fishy, sweet smell with his high nose, his tongue licking the thick juice, the smacking sounds of his moans echoing in the fitting room.
"Sir, is it still suitable?" The saleswoman outside urged me, startling me so much that I quickly bit my sleeve to suppress my cries, and the suppressed pleasure burst forth with tears.
Qiao Bai made a shushing gesture, casually calling out, "Excuse me, my wife brought me several pairs of pants. I want to try them on slowly to get a better feel for them. Thank you." "Oh, okay, sir, take your time."
Then I heard the sound of her high heels disappearing into the distance.
I let out a deep breath, glared at him, and said, "You made my legs weak! Are you still going to buy pants?" Qiao Bai reached out and brushed my hair aside, saying in a lazy yet captivating voice, "Buy them, but only if they fit. To try on pants, you have to take them off, and once you take them off, you inevitably have to..." His flippant words carried a hidden meaning.
"Are you crazy? You want to do it here... No, no... People will hear..." I said, panicked.
"But I feel really uncomfortable right now, baby. Please, find a way to help me." He put on a pitiful act.
I asked in confusion, "What are you going to do?" He grabbed my legs, took off my high heels, revealing my toes adorned with crystal flowers. He opened his mouth and sucked and kissed each toe, rolling them around in his mouth one by one. His tongue and lips also invaded the soles, heels, insteps, and ankles of my feet, his expression incredibly sexy.
Then he used my two slender feet to clamp his penis and slowly began to thrust.
Seeing this lewd scene, I felt an increasing urge in my lower body, and I moaned softly in unbearable discomfort.
Qiao Bai's lustful eyes radiated a deadly allure. He panted and said, "Baby...don't you want it too...come on, listen to me, open your shirt...play with yourself...play with your...breasts..." I closed my eyes and obediently did as he said. Soon, pleasure immediately took over my body, and I began to moan and play with my exposed breasts, occasionally twisting my engorged nipples.
"Yes...that's it...Mantong...your breasts...are so big," Qiao Bai said, his eyes glazed over.
"Mmm...you...you like it?..." "Of course I like it...I like everything...on your body..." His breathing grew heavier and heavier, becoming intermittent.
Finally, I gave in. He pulled me away from the wall, sat on the floor, and straddled me on his strong thighs, aiming his cannon at the entrance of my honey pot. I saw my love juices flow out like water, a long, lustful thread flowing out like a spring in a forest, dripping onto the floor, forming a small, wanton puddle. I pressed my lips to his, greedily sucking on each other's tongues, exchanging saliva.
He pulled me closer, my full breasts rubbing against his broad chest. I felt like my soul was about to fly away. I rubbed my tender vulva against his inner thighs, back and forth, until my overflowing fluids glistened on his massive member. Seeing Qiao Bai's magnificence made me blush, and I felt an overwhelming urge to possess him. "Ah... Qiao... Qiao Bai..." "Baby... you're killing me... come on, open your legs a little, don't clench them, help me enter you..." He guided my right hand to grasp his erect penis.
I unconsciously licked my red lips, adjusted my waist, and slowly lowered myself. My tight opening enveloped the tip of his penis, my bright red vulva swallowing his dark red, ferocious beast inch by inch. Suddenly, Qiao Bai thrust upwards, his penis plunging in completely.
"Ah~~~~~~" A moan escaped my throat, my breasts trembling as his erect penis pounded against my uterus.
Qiao Bai let out a satisfied "hmm," and without hesitation, kissed my breathy mouth, immediately beginning to thrust my hips up and down.
I eagerly responded by twisting my slender waist, moving up and down, back and forth, or drawing circles, letting his large member fully impact every inch of my sensitive spot.
This feeling of sneaking around in public was incredibly exciting. The small dressing room was filled with the sounds of men's panting, women's moans, and lewd words spoken near the peak of sexual intercourse… My body unconsciously tightened and relaxed rhythmically, my waist twisting more and more intensely.
The position of the two of us sitting facing each other with our legs intertwined meant that if I looked down, I could clearly see their most intimate point of union, Qiao Bai's huge member buried deep between my flower bushes.
Looking down at this erotic scene, I shyly tried to look away. But it was too tempting, and I couldn't help but stare.
With each in and out motion, my flower bushes rippled and swayed, rubbing against the small pearl at the tip. We swayed our hips back and forth, as if colliding with each other.
My breathing became increasingly rapid, and I had to tilt my head back and gasp for air. Qiao Bai's increasingly intense rhythm forced me to reach my limit.
"Ah, baby... good... so good, you're so tight down there." Qiao Bai exclaimed casually, naturally increasing his speed.
"Ha...ah...ha...haaah..." I was so stimulated that I could only limp on him, but he didn't give me a chance to catch my breath. He immediately rolled over so that I was lying face down on the ground. He lifted my upturned buttocks with his large hands, pressed his lower body against my buttocks, and thrust his huge, wet penis into my flower passage from behind, continuing the circular motion, teasing my still-orgasmic flesh.
His penis was swollen with pleasure, and I felt my uneven inner walls constantly squeezing him, completely and tightly enveloping his manhood.
Suddenly he accelerated, swinging his waist and thrusting violently, a round of fierce attacks with loud slapping sounds. His lower abdomen slammed into my upturned buttocks, and my moans became louder. Qiao Bai quickly put two fingers into my mouth to prevent me from letting out too much of a lewd cry. The moans that were about to come out could only turn into "hmm-woo-hmm-hmm-hmm" whimpers.
He seemed to be endlessly alternating between fast and slow thrusts, and besides making me lie on the ground, we changed positions several times: standing up and thrusting into me from behind, making me lean against the wall with my round buttocks raised, pressing me against the wall, or standing face to face—a variety of positions. Finally, he grabbed my left leg and made me stand on one leg, fiercely attacking my vagina, reaching all the way to my cervix.
Although I kept reaching orgasm under Qiao Bai's fierce onslaught, I had to suppress my cries, which was truly agonizing. The man's heavy breathing and the woman's seductive moans, along with the slapping sounds of flesh colliding and the gurgling of fluids, echoed in the small fitting room, filling the air with an obscene atmosphere. The temperature in the room continued to rise, and a thin mist had already covered the floor-to-ceiling mirror.
We began to count down to our climax.
He lowered his head and took my nipple in his mouth, his other large hand not neglecting my other full breast. The snow-white flesh was pinched and teased by his fingers until it turned red and white, as he relentlessly thrust his long, thick penis into my already swollen vagina.
"Ah~~~~~ Slower, I can't hold back..." My whole body was drenched in sweat, my head tilted back and turned, my long, wet hair wrapped around my neck, my body swaying unconsciously as I endured Qiao Bai's fierce thrusts. To avoid making any loud cries, I could only cling to Qiao Bai desperately, my slender fingers digging into his back.
Instantly, Qiao Bai's body stiffened, reaching his limit as well. The fiery beast finally released its fiery lust, violently gushing out as if to inject everything, filling my body.
And my vagina, as if possessing a spirit, gently and considerately embraced and soothed the pulsating male member.
We savored the afterglow of our passionate encounter, tenderly and greedily enjoying each other's lips and tongues, our saliva mingling.
"Sir, do you need my help?" the saleswoman urged again. I was already dizzy and had no idea how much time I'd spent in the fitting room.
Qiao Bai answered in his sexy, magnetic voice, "Almost done," and whispered in my ear, "Baby, don't want me to pull out?" He placed his hand on my breast, his desire penetrating even deeper.
My face flushed, and I realized my lower body was still clinging to his penis. I quickly inhaled and exhaled his still-erect member. My vaginal muscles contracted, releasing streams of thick, white semen.
It took me a while to calm down. I hurriedly cleaned up the scene and tried to run out.
Suddenly, Qiao Bai hugged me, grinning wickedly, "Mantong, are you planning to go out all wet, with those ripped pantyhose?" I nudged his face with my nose, "It's all your fault, you pervert! You're so annoying, always taking advantage of me." "You're just too cute," he said sweetly.
I took off my pantyhose, but Qiao Bai reached out to pull off my t-back.
I said angrily, "What are you doing?" "It's so wet, it's uncomfortable to wear, take it off too!"
I refused solemnly and decisively, but he cunningly picked me up, pulled it off without my permission, and even took a deep breath of it, saying wickedly, "It smells so good... I'll keep it with me..." He then hugged me and bumped his crotch against my buttocks, kissing me affectionately, "These are the best for me, it seems you understand me best in this world." As he spoke, his crotch hardened again, and he cursed under his breath.
"Alright, let's go, people are starting to suspect something." It's unbelievable how relaxed he is; I can't stand it anymore. If we linger any longer, this wolf will devour me again.
Qiao Bai later bought a bunch of pants without much thought. I even heard the sales assistant ask for Qiao Bai's opinion, but that damned guy deliberately provoked me by saying, "The service is alright, but it would be better to give customers more time to choose." "Yes, we'll improve in the future," the sales assistant replied respectfully.
I didn't dare think about whether people would find it strange that I went in wearing pantyhose but came out completely naked. I buried my head in Qiao Bai's shoulder, completely burying my head in the sand.
I focused all my attention on my wet, cool lower body. Staggering out of the counter, Qiao Bai leaned in and whispered some lewd things in my ear with his deep, pleasant voice: "Hmm, this place is really nice, they have VIP service that surpasses VIP, baby, let's come more often." Closing my eyes, I tried to calm my breathing and nudged him with my elbow.
"You little slut, just thinking about how you're not wearing anything down there makes me want to fuck you right here and now, fuck you to death..." He kept whispering those low, lewd words, making my body react shamelessly.
In the end, burning with desire, we went home. So, this weekend, under Qiao Bai's deliberate scheme, we did it again.
(A sexually fulfilling fantasy)
"To win a woman's heart, you must go through her vagina." Eileen Chang pointed men in the right direction to conquer women.
I believe that Qiao Bai's abilities in this area alone are enough to capture the hearts of many. Women can feel a passion and wildness from the depths of their being in him.
And I understood that to bind such a proud man, I couldn't restrain myself with morality in bed. A woman's variety is what drives a man wild.
Qiao Bai moved me from the bathroom to the large bed, carefully washing my body and wrapping me in a bathrobe.
I touched his muscular chest, taking the opportunity to whine, "It hurts..." His cool brows furrowed, and he tenderly touched and massaged me, asking with extreme care, "Does it still hurt?" "It hurts! My hands hurt, my back hurts, my head hurts, everything that can hurt hurts!" I cried out, pretending to cry, deliberately wanting him to compensate me, "It's all because of your beastly behavior!" "Yes, it's my fault, I was too strong." A wicked smile appeared on Qiao Bai's handsome and strong face, not forgetting to flatter himself.
This guy really couldn't change his roguish ways. Remembering how he forced me to say those lewd things earlier, I decided to punish him properly!
I shifted my gaze, changing my expression to focus on Qiao Bai's handsome eyes. "Qiao Bai, my dear husband, if I were to be slept with by someone else, would you still love me?" I hadn't forgotten what he said before his proposal—that he didn't care about me, as long as I was happy.
Qiao Bai raised an eyebrow, his voice deep and firm: "Yes." I almost laughed out loud, then looked distressed and stammered, "I...I was...slept with by a client today." Qiao Bai didn't move, his eyes half-closed, and asked, "He forced you?" "No, it was voluntary! He signed a contract with our company, but the condition was that he wanted my body." "Oh?" Qiao Bai still squinted, "Just for a contract?" Seeing his lack of reaction, I decided to continue provoking him, "And, I also want to try his...thing!" My face flushed red; I couldn't believe I could say such lewd things.
"Oh, then tell me what you two did?" he said, gently biting my earlobe.
"Someone did something wrong to you, and you still expect them to talk back!" I pounded my fists on his chest muscles.
"Mantong, tell me, I want to know." Qiao Bai's long fingers gently stroked my face, his gaze unwavering, and he said softly, "I won't blame you." Looking at Qiao Bai's serious expression, still as calm as ever, unfazed by anything, I hesitated before forcing myself to say, "Okay, but you're not allowed to get angry!" "Okay, I swear I won't get angry!" he said.
I started fantasizing in my head, "This afternoon I went to karaoke with that big client," I made up, "I originally just wanted to sacrifice a little bit of my looks, maybe dance a little and take off my clothes so he would obediently sign the contract, but that lecherous guy got more and more excited, and kept touching me, and I got more and more excited dancing, so we did that..." I was practically going crazy with my imagination.
"Then did you leak a lot of vaginal fluid?" Qiao Bai's face turned a little scary.
I stammered and pursed my lips, "Yeah." Qiao Bai glanced at me a few times, then slowly asked, "Did he touch your breasts?" As he spoke, he grabbed my breasts with his large hands, kneading them hard and relentlessly. His lips were tightly pressed together, his face still icy, his deep black eyes fixed on my breasts. I could feel his erection hardening.
"Mmm..." I began to pant, licking my red lips, "He touched..." "Tell me! What else did he do to you?" Qiao Bai increased the pressure of his hands, constantly pinching and pulling my nipples with his index and middle fingers, making me tremble all over.
"After he touched my breasts, he hugged me and took me to the sofa, saying he wanted to rub his thing against my private parts." The more I spoke, the more I felt like I was in the middle of it, inexplicably excited. It turns out that the feeling of satisfaction isn't only obtained through physical intimacy. The beauty of sexual fantasies lies in their freedom from rigid moral norms, their disregard for others' opinions, their boundless imagination, and their lack of responsibility.
Qiao Bai's breathing grew heavier, yet he remained calm, watching me without uttering a sound.
I continued my fantasies: "Because of the previous caresses, that client's penis had already aroused me, the seam of my panties was already embedded in my flesh! So I spread my legs, sat on his stomach, grabbed his big penis with my hand, inserted it between my legs, and then rubbed it back and forth..." "Continue..." His fingertips slid slowly from my chest, through my navel, down to my abdomen.
His movements sent shivers through my body, the stimulation between my legs, combined with the impact of the fantasies in my mind, made my heart pound, and my private parts were wet with lustful fluid, soaking the sheets.
"Ah... He suddenly pinched my sensitive nipples tightly with both hands, I closed my eyes tightly, and squeezed him hard, he shuddered and ejaculated, making me lose my pride and cry out..." I was completely immersed in my beautiful fantasy.
"And then what?" he asked, my eyes were already blurry, and I couldn't see his expression.
“He wanted me to suck it out with my mouth…”
“What?” Qiao Bai’s tone rose noticeably. “With my mouth?” “And his semen?” “I…I drank it all!” Oh my god, I kept rubbing my legs, itching unbearably.
Qiao Bai seemed more and more excited as I described, his penis growing several inches larger.
“You’ve never served me like this before, how do you know these tricks, you little slut?” he asked.
“I’ve known them for a long time, you just didn’t ask me to,” I said coquettishly.
Suddenly, Qiao Bai pressed me down hard, looking at me like a wolf. I could feel his penis was already as hard as hot iron, it must be hurting him terribly.
"I can't take it anymore, you slut, see how I deal with you!" Qiao Bai grinned, then roughly tore open my nightgown. I was already naked underneath. Amid my screams, he charged in, playing the role of a wolf, greedily and impatiently raping me...
Sweet Sexual Encounters: The Blissful Couple (Intimate Dance)
At the company, my cohabitation with Qiao Bai was a secret. No other reason than that working together meant too much gossip, and besides, our ambiguous relationship under the same roof wasn't exactly something to be proud of for a woman like me who wasn't single anymore.
At that time, the public relations department was going to collaborate with the design department on a business deal. As the team leader, I had a natural rapport with Qiao Bai at work. Colleagues and roommates—fate seemed to have arranged everything for us to develop, and Qiao Bai fully proved his decisiveness as a man. Every time we met, his expression changed with every touch, but the glint in his eyes remained undisguised. His actions, a unique blend of gentleness and roguishness, resembled a pantomime-like performance of harassing women. Of course, as a woman, I instinctively used a push-and-pull tactic.
Thanks to his outstanding work, Qiao Bai was promoted to design team leader within a month. On the day of his promotion, he asked me out, saying he'd treat me to a good meal and drinks.
What could I possibly do with his meager salary compared to mine? Being very considerate of him, I let him treat me to a feast at Pizza Hut, followed by a night of karaoke at Qian Gui. Exhausted, I exclaimed how satisfying it was.
That night, Qiao Bai drank too much beer, and I overheard him vaguely talking about women and love.
I watched him closely from the side, wondering if he'd ever seen the "Discobolus" sculpture by the great Greek sculptor Myron. Qiao Bai's body was almost a carbon copy of that sculpture.
"Mantong," he pursed his thin lips, swirling the glass in his hand. "Jacques Bo," he said, looking me over and speaking in a low, hoarse voice after drinking, "A woman must find a husband who treats her well, someone as caring as me."
I also swirled the glass in my hand, the irregularly shaped ice cubes from the ice pick lightly tapping against the glass, making a clinking sound, the complex edges and cross-sections of the ice reflecting starlight.
I suddenly leaned close to his ear and said, "Are you using me as a snack? Qiao Bo, stop teasing me."
Looking at his self-satisfied expression, I almost laughed myself to death. "Qiao Bo, you can take care of people?
What else can you do besides make 1+1 instant coffee, haha." I teased him. Through the gap in the collar of his shirt, where a few buttons had been removed, I glimpsed his hard, thick chest, the muscles deeply ingrained. I could imagine that even in winter, the bulky cotton coat couldn't hide the beautiful contours of his body. Can I tell anyone? I felt like a child asking for candy, gazing at that muscular physique that would make any woman blush. But I knew certain facts, like my boyfriend, that I wasn't allowed to get what I wanted to satisfy my impulses, my desires, no matter how harmless it was. I could only endure it, watching him talk so confidently in front of me.
His face was dark, with a rugged nose and mouth. Beneath his broad forehead were a pair of long eyes. Just looking at that face and that physique, most girls would be attracted to him. Yes, even I seemed a little infatuated, or perhaps I was just drunk?
Qiao Bai was probably feigning drunkenness to sober up; he suddenly pulled me into his burning embrace, his face very close.
The summer heat, coupled with the fact that we had just been playing too wildly, meant that even though the air conditioning in the private room was strong enough, our bodies were radiating heat from the alcohol. He tightened his arms around my waist, and fine beads of sweat covered both of our skin. The two sweaty bodies rubbed against each other, creating a sticky, wet feeling. Whether it was from being drunk and unconscious or from the sticky sweat, my head felt as heavy as lead. I didn't even resist when Qiao Bai took a sip of wine from his mouth and fed it to me—a rather inappropriate act.
Seeing that I wasn't buying it, Qiao Bai pursed his lips and suddenly suggested, "How about we dance?"
"He's crazy. This is a karaoke place," I said, surprised.
"What, Lu Mantong, you don't seem like such a rigid woman," he retorted with a smirk.
"You can dance? You rascal," I retorted sarcastically.
"There's no such thing as 'can't dance.' Those so-called dances have no technique whatsoever. I used to go to nightclubs a lot; it's just two people hugging intimately and swaying around in a space less than a foot square. The only advantage is intimacy."
"So someone here is an experienced veteran."
"What? You mind?" He nipped my ear. "From now on, I'll only dance with you."
Just then, a slow dance song came on at karaoke, and Qiao Bai started dancing with me in his arms.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressed my face against his chest, and listened to his strong heartbeat. I felt my brain throbbing with excitement, my consciousness like it had just taken drugs, my brainwaves turbulent. Even though I tensed my body and closed my eyes tightly, I couldn't hide Qiao Bai's heartbeat, and I could smell his strong masculine scent in my breath. I wondered if I could become addicted to this feeling.
The music was melodious, and Qiao Bai turned off all the lights in the room. In this dim, secluded, and decadent space, I closed my eyes and began to daydream. I imagined dancing naked with Qiao Bai on the beach, and unconsciously entered a light, floating state.
A couple swayed and moved to the rhythm of the dance. Soon, Qiao Bai and I both had a direct physical reaction.
Lu Mantong wore a pink, low-cut lace dress tonight, her breasts barely concealed by the fabric, her fair skin glowing with a rosy hue. She probably had no idea that from the moment she entered the room, the men in the room had been staring at her, even the man with his girlfriend beside him was staring at her prominent breasts.
Why were they looking at her? This woman was destined to belong only to me. I craved her body, craved to possess her quickly, right here! And now, in my arms, her soft, heaving breaths, the natural moans of pain and pleasure emanating from her throat, her flushed face contorting in an alluring way—all these seductive gestures represented the impatient invitation from within her.
I've always believed that the friendship cultivated between men and women in bed is love; whether it's true love or not, we'll see.
The hard bulge beneath my suit trousers pressed against her abdomen, rubbing up and down through the thin yet cumbersome fabric, sometimes moving in and out between her legs. The cute little woman subconsciously squeezed her thighs together, unintentionally arousing me even more, and arousing herself as well; the wet patch on her panties was the best proof.
My hand caressed her slender waist, from her shoulder to her buttocks, even following her buttocks to that triangular groin, parting the thin fabric to directly touch her wet vulva. My restless index and middle fingers tentatively slid between her buttocks, unintentionally inserting into her passage from behind. Clearly, there was a contraction between her fleshy walls caused by numbness, itchiness, and inexplicable impulse.
I stopped just in time, before she could recover from the pleasure, I quickly withdrew my fingers. I moved to the front, her abdomen, her thighs, and then to those alluring breasts.
"No, no..." she resisted somewhat against her will, twisting and turning. It's not appropriate for a man to respect a woman's wishes at times like this; this is what my girlfriends taught me. When it's time to be a wolf, don't be a gentleman; more often, we should be a gentlemanly wolf.
I wrapped one arm tightly around her waist, pressing our lower bodies even closer together, while my other hand unceremoniously slipped inside her bra, kneading my wonderfully soft breasts, squeezing and tugging at my hard nipples.
"Get your indecent hands off me!" Lu Mantong snapped, but her body offered no resistance.
I heard my own heavy breathing, my mind already fantasizing about pulling down her panties and thrusting in with a soft "plop! "
Beautiful women are always a man's dream. Especially having a beauty like Lu Mantong in my arms—the feeling was indescribable. Appreciating beauty is human nature, but since I could possess such a gem, why let it slip away? I not only wanted to admire her, but also felt a burning desire to possess her. Sexual hunger makes men restless, and driven by beauty, the desire intensifies.
Since I couldn't get through, I changed my target. I lowered my head and kissed her breasts, easily biting her nipple through her dress vest.
Lu Mantong seemed to have been acupunctured, suddenly losing all resistance, only able to lie there moaning.
The room was dimly lit, and the music just happened to drown out her moans. In this environment, the pressure gradually disappeared. I forgot that other people might have walked in, forgot that we were in a public place. All of this aroused the beast within me, and I enjoyed the thrill of being spied on.
I tried several times to enter Lu Mantong's body, but she resisted each time with her twisting movements. But I didn't give up.
In the end, she still couldn't break free. Actually, I knew she didn't really want to break free. The atmosphere and the physical stimulation I gave her made her consciousness blurred.
I unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and squatted down slightly. My heart was pounding, and even my penis couldn't help but twitch twice.
Novelty is key; men crave endless new experiences in bed, the more dangerous, the more thrilling!
This woman is mine, and even in public, I must assert my ownership!
Her body writhed like an eel. I distracted her by sucking her nipples while simultaneously pulling down her panties, revealing her entire lower body. I parted her legs slightly and slid inside. The intense, tight pleasure made me grip her buttocks tightly, allowing my penis to fully experience the sensation. Ah, the slippery, warm passage, the intense pressure from her flesh walls, seemed to drain me dry.
The woman gritted her teeth and let out a soft "ah," the feeling of fullness I gave her causing her to involuntarily clench her legs.
Slowly, I stealthily moved in and out of her. Although my movements were small, each insertion into her wet vagina produced a loud squelching sound, sounding extremely lewd.
"Is it good?" I raised an eyebrow, deliberately asking the little woman who was being thrust into by me, completely dazed.
"What do you think?" I didn't expect Lu Mantong to still have the mind to struggle with me at this point.
I didn't like her not answering my questions, so I decided to punish her. I suddenly raised her right leg, widening her vulva, and my rapidly withdrawn penis suddenly thrust back in, increasing the speed of my thrusts. I transformed into a wolf, a tiger, and pounded wildly. To conquer this woman, I would start with her body!
Every woman enjoys being ravaged by a man in this possessive way.
His tongue slipped into my ear, deep into my ear canal, stirring it. His breathing was rapid, and his hands gripped my waist on both sides.
I suddenly had a thought: how wonderful it must be to be his woman.
His lower body slowly inserted into my wet mud pot and withdrew. I let out soft moans, gently biting his slightly stubbled cheeks and neck, then licking every inch of his lips. My left wrist pressed against his prominent shoulder blades, and my right wrist touched his undulating spine. I let out soft, watery cries, and every inch of his face slowly became covered with my saliva.
His erection tormented my lust like a worshipful fervor, a mixture of pleasure and agony. It wasn't enough, far from enough, yet I could do nothing.
Qiao Bai's hands explored downwards, kneading my delicate skin; his fingers, however, were rough. These two contrasting extremes created a stark contrast and sharp stimulation.
"You woman, you're already this wet before even climaxing," he said, a hint of surprise and a touch of wickedness in his voice.
I hummed softly. My love, perhaps simmering from the first time I saw him, had gradually festered, overflowing like a torrent. My body was open to him; I had long awaited his touch.
So, in that moment of surrender, I still felt a pang of pain. A pain that mingled with my heart. A pain of emotion, a pain of anticipation.
All I could do was cooperate, wrapping my arms around his neck and rising on my tiptoes, one leg he lifted, gripping his hips—my firm, sexy hips. Cooperating with his thrusts. This was a transgression, and I would soon learn that once this path was crossed, the derailed train would be difficult to stop.
His penis grew harder and harder, faster and heavier.
My vagina grew wetter and tighter, the space shrinking and tightening.
Qiao Bai's heavy breaths sent waves of heat onto my neck, intensifying my excitement. He cupped my buttocks in his hands, pressing me against his body. I enveloped him, the almost writhing warmth transforming into the mechanical thrusting and withdrawing of a hammer, our bodies pounding. I grew increasingly aroused, biting my lip to stifle a sound. He scraped hard against my body, and I gradually lost control. His breath traveled through my entire body through my most sensitive ears. I began to struggle, but he pressed me down tightly. The more I struggled, the more suppressed I became, involuntarily screaming. The screams echoed throughout the room, perhaps even leaking out, while my body, driven by dangerous pleasure, contracted even more tightly, trembling and shuddering, drawing his penis in wantonly. It was a deadly sensation, like drowning, a feeling of losing control of life.
My heart screamed: Faster, faster, fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me hard!
Qiao Bai loved the sudden pleasure so much that, finally, after a series of even tighter and more powerful thrusts, streams of heat, like lava erupting from a volcano, rushed deep into my body, soothing my uterus as if it were immersed in hot soup. With
pride and conquest, yet maliciously feigning incomprehension, he asked, "Baby, why were you moaning so loudly just now?"
"You bastard!" I snapped, trying to push him away, but instead, I hugged him tighter. My whole body was limp yet incredibly pleasurable, a feeling of relief and ease, like a long-accumulated pressure being suddenly released, letting my body float after the orgasm.
"I'm going to pull out," he sneered, shrugging.
"Okay..." I hesitated, my words filled with reluctance.
He laughed, "You said okay, look at you."
He already understood my needs.
I frantically pushed him away, my still-shrinking vagina finally managing to squeeze out his limp penis, bringing with it a large amount of turbid fluid mixed with our bodily fluids.
"You bastard!" You actually ejaculated inside.
"I wanted our first time together to be intimate." Qiao Bai chuckled, looking like a scoundrel.
"You were just thinking about your pleasure, weren't you?"
"You didn't object, and you enjoyed it too, didn't you?"
Two consecutive rhetorical questions left me speechless.
Was it love? Or just sex? I was confused by my own confusion. That night, I never imagined that I would actually entrust myself to this scoundrel.
After the drunkenness and madness came not intoxication, but an even more deadly work. After two weeks, my work had fallen far behind. Being a career woman wasn't easy. My pressure was mounting. Apart from eating and sleeping, I used all my spare time to work overtime. My already thin body became even more exhausted.
Qiao Bai finally couldn't stand it anymore and pulled me aside in the break room, saying seriously, "Women aren't suited for sales. You'll collapse like this."
I just rolled my eyes at him, "Don't underestimate me."
But I didn't expect that the boss would call me to his office that afternoon. My woman's intuition told me something was wrong.
Sure enough, the boss sternly criticized me for my slow work progress, saying it slowed down the entire project's completion. He then said he was going to transfer me to the internal affairs department as an assistant. Being the fiery-tempered person I am, I've never been one to stay at home; this is practically firing me!
So I smiled, and in a fit of pique, told the boss I'd long since hated that I might not have the talent for promotion, and stormed out.
As I ran out of the company, I realized it was raining heavily outside. Everything was foggy, and I suddenly felt the urge to walk in the rain.
As I walked, my foot slipped, and I knew nothing more.
When I woke up, everything around me was white. It turned out I had fallen yesterday; the combined hard work and being soaked in the rain had made me sick. Luckily, Qiao Bai saw me rush out of the company yesterday and chased after me downstairs.
Now he was sitting beside me, clumsily peeling an apple for me.
The pent-up frustration of the past few days suddenly burst forth. I tugged at his sleeve, my face contorted with tears, and whined, "Why am I so unlucky? This city has always been unfamiliar to me. I have no family, no friends, and my boyfriend lives in another city. Now, things are even worse; I might lose my job too. I... I have nothing left."
He stuffed a small piece of apple into my mouth, saying only, "I'm here, aren't I? Who cares if everyone in the world dies?"
I remembered an old Olay commercial; it turns out the best things have always been right beside me.
After being discharged from the hospital, I found a secretarial job at a small private company. Although it was a bit of a waste of my talents, it was comfortable enough, and most importantly, I had Qiao Bai.
Under the same roof, this big man willingly became the little man in my little world, besides peeling apples, he made me 1:1 instant coffee every day.
A blissful couple sharing the same bed .
Before Qiao Bai and I got together, I actually had a boyfriend of over two years.
There's a saying that a woman's best asset is a good husband. After graduating from university, many of my female classmates entered into marriage. My mother, a traditional woman, to be on the safe side, had already selected several middle-aged men who were somewhat successful for me. She said only older men would cherish their younger wives, and Tang Da was one of the lucky ones among them.
But I was someone who couldn't stand being alone, so I poured all my extra energy into my work. Soon, I was promoted to head of public relations at a multinational software company.
Because I worked in a different city, and the company was located in a prime location, the surrounding properties were extremely expensive. As a young, inexperienced woman, after being promoted to head, I started to feel restless. I didn't want to live in a bad place, but I didn't have the means either, so after finding a suitable apartment, I posted a message online looking for a roommate.
Not long after, the company hired a new software designer, Qiao Bai. His chestnut-colored eyes immediately made my heart flutter.
I never imagined that just one glance would cause a sexual fantasy about a man to quietly creep into my heart!
His broad arms filled me with fantasies of being held in his embrace; his tanned skin must have an exceptionally rich texture; his nose was so straight—it's said that men with high nose bridges usually have long and thick penises. If he were to brutally and savagely thrust into me, his thick, long penis completely enveloped by the tender flesh of my vagina! That trembling, tingling, intense sexual pleasure would be absolutely intoxicating, I might even be driven to beg him for mercy, and he might even be so wild as to disregard my wishes, subjecting me to the most novel sexual experience!
I fantasized about being fucked by him, fucked hard! That masculine aura intoxicated me, a sudden, involuntary ache in my lower abdomen, and a gush of vaginal fluid gushed out, soaking my underwear beneath my skirt.
Although I'd only slept with Tang Da once or twice, I'd never experienced such a strong sexual need before. Could it be that I'm truly sexually frustrated lately?
Fate is truly wondrous. I never imagined that just a few days later, Qiao Bai would become my roommate. I don't want to waste words describing the electrifying feeling when we first met; I saw an undisguised fire in his eyes as well.
I led Qiao Bai into the apartment. At that moment, I wasn't sure if he knew we were colleagues; I didn't have time to think about it. I could only hear my own heartbeat, and feel the burning heat of his gaze on my back, making me feel incredibly aroused.
As I led him into the empty room, a series of fantastical images flashed through my mind: he would pounce on me, pin me against the wall, and violently tear off my underwear… I don't think I would resist.
God, I was trembling with excitement from those stimulating fantasies…
The attraction between opposite sexes, the things between men and women, are actually not that hard to understand. I could strongly sense the sexual cues emanating from him. And I believed he had already seen through me! He saw right through me to my most primal desires—I was shamelessly anticipating something sordid! Unfortunately, Qiao Bai didn't take any further action. He deliberately maintained his gentlemanly demeanor and respect, refraining from the slightest transgression. This extremely awkward and ambiguous situation, where we were both fantasizing about incredibly erotic and vulgar scenes, yet neither of us dared to voice it, leaving us both guessing and itching with desire.
"Well, this room is small, but the air is quite nice," I said, forcing myself to introduce it.
The area near my workplace is incredibly expensive, so this room was exceptionally small. After placing a single bed and a wardrobe, there was barely enough space for one person to stand.
With the tall and imposing Qiao Bai standing beside me in this cramped space, it felt as if nothing else could be squeezed in—including my sudden turn.
I merely turned my head to ask his opinion when my right foot accidentally touched the bedpost. With a gasp, I fell into his arms.
The air grew hotter, and his chest felt like a furnace. I could hear his strong, steady heartbeat, and a dizzying sensation washed over me, like being on a rollercoaster. Besides the tension and panic, the whole world consisted only of dizziness, screams, and helplessness…
My breathing became rapid, and gasping for breath grew increasingly difficult.
“Lu Mantong! You’re crazy! You can’t do this! Have all your traditional education gone to the toilet?
How can you be so intimate with a man you barely even know…” A multitude of thoughts and ideas flashed through my mind.
It was utterly inexplicable. By some inexplicable opportunity, I had met him, and inexplicably, I had abandoned the womanly reserve I had upheld for over 20 years. My proud, strong-willed womanly principles had vanished.
Qiao Bai laughed, “Mantong, I didn’t expect you to be so enthusiastic.”
His teasing jolted me awake; my face burned, practically cooked. Because my heart was pounding, I didn't even notice that he knew my name was Mantong.
"How was it? How did it feel when I hugged you?" His tone was teasing, but surprisingly, I didn't find it offensive.
"Do you often get hugged by men like this?" he asked.
I was both embarrassed and annoyed, and shouted, "No way! What kind of girl do you take me for!"
"Really? But your enthusiasm just now... you seem like a pro."
"You..." I was speechless. Unable to find a reason to retort, I pursed my lips, unsure how to excuse my earlier lapse.
"Are you angry? I was just joking..." Qiao Bai was like a boyfriend in the throes of new love, coaxing me.
"I really am..." For some reason, I wanted to tell him about my innocence. Even though Tang Da and I had slept together a couple of times, I had never done anything inappropriate. But the words caught in my throat. Wasn't rushing to explain my advances to a stranger like this a slap in the face?
Qiao Bai just stared at me blankly, as if he had known me for a long time, and said profoundly, "I know..."
His eyes shone with a faint light, ethereal and unfathomable wisdom... I have never been a woman who acts on intuition, but at that moment, I lost my rationality. I was almost certain that this man would not be underestimated in the future, and at the same time, I was deeply infatuated with him.
The ambiguous atmosphere in the room rose rapidly. Men are probably all lustful creatures; the sight of soft, warm flesh crashing into their arms often sparks fantasies, making it hard to resist. Qiao Bai, a strong and muscular man, was no exception.
It was the height of summer, and I was wearing a tank top and shorts that barely covered my thighs. I noticed that Qiao Bai was unconsciously looking at my exposed shoulders and high breasts with a burning gaze.
But the room was too small, and it was difficult for us to pass each other. And Qiao Bai, annoyingly, blocked the way, his eyes full of teasing and sexual innuendo.
Although my heart was pounding with excitement, I deliberately ignored the joy and excitement in my heart and gave him a perfunctory glare. At that time, I was still Tang Da's girlfriend, so how could I just cheat on him?
I wanted to get past him from behind, so I had to lean against the wardrobe, but even if I tried my best to lean back, I still couldn't get close to him. And Qiao Bai maliciously nudged my buttocks, and I immediately felt his hard erection. Qiao Bai was very tall and strong, and being pressed against him like this made me feel dizzy. With a body like that, I would feel so safe being held by him.
In comparison, I seemed too delicate, and my tank top had a large opening at the chest, so Qiao Bai could easily look down at my two exposed breasts.
I believe many women have a similar habit to me, not liking to wear a bra at home. It was unbearably hot at the time, and being naturally impatient and sensitive to heat, I wanted to wear as few layers as possible, so I was completely naked underneath.
Seeing Qiao Bai remain motionless for a while, I suddenly realized what was happening and quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, "Could you lend me your room for a bit?"
"But I want to keep looking at the room," he said with a wicked grin, a sly glint in his eyes. "Besides, if I leave like this, I'll be distracted all afternoon, Mantong..." The room wasn't that big; there wasn't much to see. He was just making conversation.
"So you mean you're planning to look all afternoon?"
"That's a good idea, but not exciting enough." He kept glancing at my chest, his lips curving slightly, completely ignoring my reaction.
I knew what he wanted to do, and I couldn't hold back any longer, so I yelled at him, "Hey! Have you looked enough?"
Qiao Bai didn't expect me to be so direct. He paused for a moment, then slightly raised his thin face and chuckled twice. "Good scenery is meant to be admired."
"Want to see? Go see your girlfriend."
"Girlfriend? I don't have one, so I can only look at you. I really didn't realize you were so feminine when we were at the company." His eyes never left my chest as he spoke. The more I didn't avoid him, the bolder he became.
I blushed like a boiled shrimp, red from head to tail. "You...you know me?"
Qiao Bai leaned down, his eyes filled with tenderness, his breath swirling around me as he said, "I've been secretly watching you for a long time, Mantong. Didn't you notice?"
Our lips were almost touching. He reached out and stroked my face, his fingertips gently tracing my cheek. His lips pressed against my nose, his passionate breath warming my skin. This intimate distance made me feel flustered. "You sweet-tongued lecher, I didn't realize you'd actually learned so much from those wolves in the design department. Get lost."
"Oh...I didn't expect you to still care about me like this, Mantong," his gentle eyes sparkled with joy. "So, as a senior, could you discuss things with me more?"
I had let slip that I was being sarcastic and angry. "You? Discuss what? Get lost, get lost!"
"Why not?"
"We're in different departments, what can we discuss?"
"For example, exploring female human aesthetics, and urban sex science, etc." Qiao Bai chuckled, his words becoming increasingly unrestrained, yet also filled with masculine allure.
"Disgusting, I feel like throwing up. The more I talk, the more excited you get."
Qiao Bai ignored my words, continuing, "To be honest, your breasts are really perfect, I really want to touch them."
"Vulgar!" I raised my hand to slap him.
He deftly stopped my hand, exclaiming dramatically, "You're too vicious! I was just saying. It's true that women and petty men are hard to deal with."
"You're the petty man, who wants you to deal with them!"
"You wait, you'll fall into my hands sooner or later." He still had that endless playful air, but his tone was like a declaration.
Lu Mantong was a very feminine and beautiful woman. When he met her, she was a high school girl with excellent grades and conduct. At that time, Qiao Bai was a complete rogue, a local hoodlum, or a thug, who had been honed by several women. I often met up with my brothers in the park near her school, occasionally getting into fights, and Lu Mantong became a source of amusement in our lives.
One day, she was waiting for her mother to pick her up in the park, wearing a sweat-soaked, see-through shirt. For the first time, I took advantage of a young virgin in her developmental stage. Little did I know that this event would have an indelible and significant impact on my personal growth. Because that night, at 17, I masturbated in bed for the first time, something I had never done before.
I kept replaying and recreating those scenes in my mind. Underneath her white shirt was a light blue bra, such a pure yet wicked color—a white shirt, yet underneath, she wore something alluring and seductive. A wanton self resided within her, waiting for a man to awaken it.
Perhaps, one evening after school, I would lie in wait, and as she passed through the park, I would cover her mouth, forcefully drag her graceful, helpless body to the children's slide, and begin to unleash the long-awaited violence.
Lu Mantong's two long, slender, white legs swayed and bounced back and forth. Her shiny black leather shoes hissed as they scraped the ground. She tried to struggle and escape, but to no avail.
My right hand, through her shirt, pinched her two firm, plump breasts. Then, with a "rip," the upper half of her white shirt tore open, revealing a blue bra and two incredibly alluring breasts. My left hand slipped under her knee-length blue pleated skirt, lifted the hem, grabbed the edge of her panties, and in one swift motion—ripped them off!
She would open her innocent, watery eyes, hoping to soften my heart and let her go.
Of course, I wouldn't let go of the meat that was already in my mouth. Without hesitation, I would press the back of her head, kiss her thirsty, aching lips, and suck her sweet saliva, giving her mine as well, so that we could understand each other and communicate properly.
Her small lips were swollen and red from my sucking, her mouth and nose covered in saliva she couldn't swallow. I knew it was a strange, sticky, and clinging sensation.
When she was panting, I would rip open the remaining half of her shirt, a few buttons already falling to the floor. I wouldn't unhook her bra, because I was already impatient. I would reach inside from above—into the two cups encasing her dazzling, luscious breasts—and knead, squeeze, and tug.
Beneath her arched eyebrows, her beautiful eyes, brimming with tears of shyness, blinked, her body responding to my touch. Even her resistance gradually faded, little by little, she relaxed.

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