【lover】

Chapter 1

After getting up early in the morning, she hurriedly tidied the house, then rushed to the bathroom to wash her face and comb her hair, before

carefully applying makeup in front of the mirror. After spending quite some time on her makeup, she looked at her beautiful oval

face in the mirror, scrutinizing it closely; there were no flaws. Satisfied, she opened the wardrobe and carefully

selected her outfit for the day.

Looking at the various outfits, she pondered whether to dress as a pure student, a sophisticated businesswoman,

a mature and charming young woman, or a sexy and alluring modern lady.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally chose the red brocade Chinese-style jacket he had given her, paired with

a cheongsam skirt of the same fabric.

Dressed, she stood before the mirror in the living room. The mirror reflected

a fair and beautiful face, accentuated by the red brocade suit, making her look like a bride-to-be.

Thinking of her lover whom she was about to meet, a blush rose on her fair face. She had been married for several years,

yet now she was about to have an affair, secretly meeting her lover in her own home. Her heart was filled with both excitement and nervousness; she

anticipated the thrill of their tryst, yet felt a flutter of anxiety, like a rabbit trapped in her chest.

The crisp sound of the doorbell interrupted her reverie. She quickly went to open the door.

He smiled and approached her, greeting her, "Hi! Baby, hello!" Then, with practiced ease, he placed his hand

on her breast, caressing it with an undeniable air of authority.

She didn't flinch; she welcomed his arrival with a slight tremor.

His caresses gradually aroused her, and she removed his coat.

She said, "Shall we look in the mirror?"

He smiled and nodded, gently lifting her to the full-length mirror in the living room and softly setting her down. He held

my shoulders, looked at me in the mirror, and whispered in my ear, "Baby, you're so beautiful. Wearing

this dress, you'll look like a bride on her wedding day."

In the mirror, I saw my breasts, hidden behind the dress, bulging high on my red brocade top

. The cinched waist made my figure appear even slimmer, and my long legs, paired with the red brocade

cheongsam, made my 1.72-meter height seem even more graceful. The high slit of the cheongsam revealed my fair

thighs, making me look even more sexy. My fair, pretty oval face, long, flowing black hair, slender

body, and perfect proportions—everything about me was so perfect.

I said to him coquettishly, "Today I'm your bride. You silly boy, aren't you

happy to be the groom today?" "Very happy, extremely happy," he said, while one hand caressed my breasts, hidden behind the brocade dress,

even more forcefully .

His other hand slipped inside the slit of my cheongsam, his thick fingers

reaching down to my inner thigh, gently teasing the shyly budding buds hidden beneath the thick pubic hair. Then he

lifted the front of my cheongsam and tucked it into his waistband.

I saw that the thick pubic hair stood up with excitement, looking vibrant. His fingers parted

the pubic hair and gently rubbed my buds.

His hand, which had been wandering across my chest, moved to my neck and unfastened the two butterfly buttons

on . My two full breasts bounced out like two little white rabbits. His

two fingers quickly pinched my bright red, cherry-like nipples.

He excitedly asked me, "Aren't you wearing anything underneath?"

I said coquettishly, "You silly boy, I'm not wearing anything underneath for your convenience!"

He excitedly hugged me, and I felt his erect penis, through his pants, pressing firmly against

my buttocks.

He asked me softly and tenderly, "What do you think I want to do?"

I said coquettishly, "I won't tell you."

He caressed my clitoris and asked, "Are you blushing?"

I replied, "My lips are red."

He kissed my lips, then my face, my neck, from the front. My neck arched gracefully

back , like a swan stretching its neck to sing.

As he kissed me, he unbuttoned my clothes and slowly took off my top, my breasts bouncing out like

two white rabbits. Then he unhooked my cheongsam, pulled down the zipper, and the red brocade

cheongsam fell onto the carpet.

I was completely naked, my skin so white and delicate, as soft and smooth as a peeled hard-boiled egg

. My armpits were so hidden, like a faint dark ring.

He couldn't help but love my nipples, red and shy, like budding flowers, hidden demurely in the areola;

my little navel, round like a beautiful eye, with a semi-circular shell on top,

drooping ; the mound below my flat belly, covered with dense tufts of hair, concealing that

mysterious paradise. Here, the seeds sown by a man could grow into wondrous fruit.

He was like a bee gathering nectar, landing joyfully on my bud. I trembled, revealing my tiny

pistil, always glistening with dew, trembling gently in the breeze. Each of his touches brought a

small fright, a repeated fright, a repeated trembling. I shyly closed myself, yet he

opened me again and again. He loved this way; he found it incredibly fascinating, so beautiful, so sweet.

He remembered a flower he had eaten as a child, the kind that resembled a nipple. In spring, when he picked them

, they were still covered in dew. He wrapped them in a handkerchief and secretly ate them, until his mouth was red. There was a

sweet liquid in them, the same sweetness he felt as a child stealing flower buds.

He said, "They're so sweet."

I then offered him my two luscious breasts, as if they contained all the sweet dew in the world, so

incredibly . My hands intertwined, and the two bunches of flowers joined together. I held them up, like holding up a sweet

sentiment.

His head rested on my shoulder, and he kissed my buds with his delighted lips. That

wonderful feeling of being touched returned, and I closed my petals, only to have them opened again by his passionate kiss. I closed them again, like a seashell on

the beach , wanting to open to welcome the sun, yet afraid of being melted by its heat.

He kissed me, and in that steamy, bath-like atmosphere, his passionate kiss made me uncomfortably hot. He opened his powerful...

He clamped his legs around my long, slender thighs, making me feel his firm, erect member pressing against my vulva

, as if eager to explore its depths. The constant trembling of his member delighted me, filling me

with both excitement and shyness.

I saw his lips move downwards, brushing past my lower abdomen and further down. I could barely stand;

the excitement wouldn't subside. He parted the petals beneath my pubic hair, making the bud shyly protrude. His tongue

touched and closed with each stroke, each tremor bringing a new sweetness, sweeter than any other kiss.

He parted my thick, dark pubic hair, letting me see my mound in the mirror, and below it, the

alluring , so mysterious and deep, now open to him without reservation.

He lifted me, spreading my legs wide as if holding a child to urinate. Facing

my hidden place, the scent emanating from it was sweeter than any flower. That wondrous feeling quickly spread throughout

my entire body .

Thirsty, I pointed to the peach blossom cave reflected in the mirror and asked him, "How deep is it?"

He pulled my hand and made me hold his hard, hot penis. He said, "It's this deep. If you don't

believe me, you can measure it and see if your peach blossom cave is this deep."

I anxiously held his head with both hands, guiding it slowly downwards. From my soft breasts

to the slightly raised mound. His hands caressed my breasts, but his lips moved to the dark,

secluded . My full labia met his tongue, opening and closing gently. Every time his tongue touched my

sweet clitoris, I couldn't help but let out a few sharp cries.

He began to suck on my labia, constantly licking them with his tongue. He inserted his tongue into my cave,

twisting and turning it endlessly, making my soul fly out of my body.

He inserted two index fingers into the tiny opening, widening it to the sides, exploring my

deep cavern. A surge of intense pleasure washed over me. My secluded place was like a spring, so

sweet , so fragrant, with a taste that soothed the soul. He, like a thirsty traveler finally meeting rain,

drank deeply from that spring, so greedy, so fervent.

He inhaled deeply, unwilling to stop. It must have been the sweetest

spring , so that in every memory afterward, that crisp sweetness would once again permeate his heart.

My desire floated in, and I groaned loudly, then screamed softly.

I said, "I want to kiss you too."

I was so bold and naive, so wild. I opened my mouth and took his erect penis in,

sucking and licking, my tongue so nimble and agile. I felt as if I had touched every nerve, every sensitive

cell in his body.

He was breathing heavily, and he cried out, a particularly rough cry. This cry only fueled my desire. I

frantically took his penis into my mouth, sliding it back and forth repeatedly, gently

biting his erect penis with my pearly white teeth, licking his swollen, purplish glans with the tip of my tongue.

His cries grew louder, his breathing heavier. He saw my position in the mirror, like a tongue of fire,

like lightning. He watched closely, felt closely, enjoying the sensation of my fragrant tongue licking him, relishing the feeling of his

penis being swallowed and released by my cherry-like mouth.

I touched his sensitive spots, arousing his excitement, using my tongue, my breasts, my

labia.

I released his erect, thick penis from my mouth, stroking it continuously with my hand. The swollen, purplish glans

was moistened with my saliva, a drop of white fluid clinging to its narrow opening. It looked so

firm and majestic.

It bounced up and down incessantly, as if greeting me, or perhaps showing off its power,

or maybe begging me to allow it to penetrate my deep, dark cave, where

fertile , where it will plant the seeds of life deep within.

I was willing to accept its semen; it could extinguish the burning desire within me.

My hands gripped its throbbing penis tightly, kissing it repeatedly, and I said to it lasciviously, "See

, I know what your penis is going to do."

He panted heavily as he asked, "My darling... ah... my darling... tell me

... ah... don't stop... ah... tell me... what do I want to do?"

"You want me, don't you? I'm your new bride today, isn't that what you want?" I said sweetly.

"It's not about wanting you, it's about fucking you, I'm going to fuck you hard, tell me, do you like me fucking you, do you like

me fucking your cunt!" he shouted at me savagely.

"Fuck me hard, I want you to fuck me hard, I love it when you fuck my pussy." I

went .

He eagerly made me lie down on the soft carpet, his body straddling me, my legs

resting on his shoulders.

He shouted loudly, "I'm going to fuck my wife's pussy, wife, welcome your husband to fuck your little pussy."

He used all his strength to thrust his huge cock into my pussy, so powerfully, all the way in

. It filled my pussy completely, making my internal organs feel displaced.

I screamed "Aww!" and quickly supported his abdomen with my hands. I said to him in a coquettish voice, "Be gentle

, if you hurt my pussy, you won't be able to fuck your new wife today. Your cock is too big,

take it slow for a while, wait until I get used to it before you fuck me hard." He chuckled at me, "Sorry, baby, I

was too hasty, I hurt you."

He slowly thrust in and out for a while, then used a nine-shallow-one-deep method. Seeing that I was gradually getting used to his

firm, beautiful member, he loosened his restraints and began thrusting wildly, using all his strength to pump vigorously.

By this time, my cunt was already overflowing with fluid, lubricated, making me fully accustomed to

the powerful thrusts of his thick penis. At the same time, an unprecedented passion overwhelmed me; that wondrous feeling captivated

my soul.

I closed my eyes, letting the surging waves crash against me, one higher than the next, as if

tossing me to the clouds. I gradually felt my soul leave my body, soaring into the air, neither touching heaven nor earth,

as if walking among the clouds.

A wave of pleasure washed over me, leaving my mind blank. I screamed

and moaned, feeling like a small boat adrift on a turbulent sea, tossed about on

the crest of a wave and plunged into the abyss.

I struggled helplessly, my hands unsure of what to do, gripping the sheets or

flailing aimlessly in the air. Finally, I couldn't help but cling to his hips, hoping to help him thrust more powerfully into my cunt

for greater pleasure.

I wished this pleasure would last forever, never end. How blissful it was to be loved like this by a man. I

loved his heavy body pressing against me, loved him thrusting his thick, hard penis into my cunt,

relentlessly pounding, taking me into an ocean of joy. This was true lovemaking, real lovemaking.

He thrust tirelessly and powerfully, creating thunderous sounds. He

was breathing heavily, muttering vulgarities about wanting to fuck me, which made my whole body go numb,

every joint itching, an itch that went straight to my heart. I felt no

discomfort from his powerful, fierce, even brutal thrusts, only endless pleasure.

I tried my best to spread my legs apart, thrusting my hips upwards repeatedly, cooperating with his thrusts with all my might,

offering him my private parts (my cunt) without reservation.

I don't know how much time passed, or how many orgasms I had, but when another ecstatic climax

came , he pressed his body tightly against mine, his hard penis pressing powerfully against my cervix

. I felt his penis throbbing powerfully inside my cunt, a hot stream forcefully spraying into me

, the scalding semen making my uterus feel hot, and I fainted from the heat.

I don't know how much time passed before I came to my senses, as if I had returned to the ground

after . He was still on top of me, his penis still inside my vagina, though

not as hard as before.

I stroked his back, kissed his ears, his cheeks, his eyes…

He was awakened by my kisses, and he affectionately returned my kisses to my lips, my eyes, my tongue…

He whispered, “Baby, how was it? Did I fuck my wife well?

Wasn’t my skill in fucking my wife’s cunt absolutely top-notch?”

I pouted and said coquettishly, “No! You’re so naughty! Your big penis is so thick and long, it almost

broke my cunt. Why did you use so much force? Did you want to fuck me to death so you could find a new one?”

I playfully punched his waist and buttocks with my two little fists.

He chuckled mischievously and said, "If you don't like being fucked like that, I'll fuck

you gently for five minutes next time, okay?"

I pouted and huffed, "If you do that, I'll never let you fuck my cunt again."

He whispered in my ear, "You've already tasted how good it feels to be fucked by me today, I'm afraid

you'll cry and beg me to fuck your cunt if I don't!"

I pretended to be angry and said, "If you make me angry again, I really won't talk to you anymore."

He hugged me tightly and said, "Baby, I don't want to make you angry, I just want you to tell me

how you feel when I fuck your cunt, okay? Actually, I already know how you feel when I fuck you, I just want to hear you

tell me yourself."

I excitedly told him, "It feels so good when you fuck my cunt, you can make me climax repeatedly. I

love it you fuck my cunt! Your big cock is so big, it fills my cunt completely, it feels so good. I love it when

your big cock is inside my cunt, fucking my cunt."

He got excited again after hearing my words. I could feel his excitement. His penis

gradually .

He moved slowly on top of me, gradually increasing the speed. He propped himself up with his hands, his hips

rising and falling rapidly, like a rabbit leaping and an eagle swooping. My cunt began to itch, heat up, and swell under the high-speed friction of his penis .

The walls of my cunt tightly gripped his penis, trying to slow his thrusts and relieve the itching

. But his penis was like a fully fueled engine. His penis was like a piston, powerful and

unstoppable. The heat generated by the friction of his penis inside my cunt was enough to melt a furnace of fine steel.

He lowered his head and said to me, "Baby, let's see each other at least once a week from now on, so I can fuck

you to my heart's content, okay?"

I was already humming a little tune and couldn't speak, I could only nod repeatedly in agreement.

He hugged me and rolled over so that his body was on top. I straightened my upper body as he asked,

spread my legs to his sides, and straddled his hips.

I braced myself against his chest with both hands, rapidly moving my round buttocks up and down. I carefully

observed .

My labia tightly enveloped his penis. I lifted my buttocks, revealing a thick section

of his shaft at

the entrance , my labia turned outwards like a blooming pomegranate flower—it was incredibly beautiful. I

sat down forcefully, and his long penis plunged back into my vagina, drawing my labia back inside.

Our bodies were pressed tightly together, our thick pubic hair intertwined, indistinguishable. My

breasts bounced rhythmically with my movements, like two frolicking little rabbits.

He tilted his head, looking at himself in the mirror.

He asked me, "Am I fucking you well? Is it good?"

"Yes, it's so good, so incredibly good."

He asked again, "What are you doing now? How can it feel so good?"

"I'm riding a horse, riding a big two-legged stallion," I said with a grin.

As I sat down, he suddenly lifted his hips, his huge mushroom head slamming powerfully against my

cervix.

I yelled, "Why are you so rough? Are you trying to ruin my cunt?"

"If you want to ride a horse, you have to be prepared to be bounced around," he said with a wicked grin.

He made me wrap my arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around my buttocks, straightening his body. My

legs naturally wrapped around his waist, and my body moved up and down with his powerful hands.

He moved with the movement of his large penis, thrusting in and out of my cunt with each thrust of his body.

"Do you know what this way of fucking is called? It's called the monkey climbing the pole," he said smugly.

"You're the monkey! You're a big perverted monkey!" I shouted angrily.

"You're a big perverted wolf, but... ah... um... I still like you

fucking me, you big perverted wolf. You fuck me so well. From now on, fuck your wife less and fuck me more. Give me more of your semen

, okay?!"

"I'll do as you ask. I love fucking you too. I want to fill your vagina with my semen. I

'll fill you up right now."

He put me down again, making me kneel on all fours on the carpet, my buttocks sticking up high. He knelt behind me

and inserted his large penis into my cunt.

I watched him thrusting into my cunt in the mirror, watching my breasts

bounce back and forth , watching my beautiful long hair now scattered in front of my face, it could be described as "disheveled."

I said to him, "Let's change positions, this position feels like being a bitch."

Hearing this, he thrust even more fiercely. I felt waves of pleasure washing over me. I screamed

, moaned, and babbled incoherently, "Ah... I can't take it anymore... You're so good at

fucking... Ah... Your cock is so big and thick... I'm having another orgasm... I want you to cum...

Ahh ... I can't take it anymore... Ah... Ah... Ah... Fuck me harder...

Fuck me harder... It's so itchy inside... Ahh... It feels so good... It feels so good to be fucked by you..."

I lost consciousness as another orgasm hit me, lying face down on the carpet. He was still

on top of me, spreading my legs apart with his feet, thrusting vigorously. His body slapped against my

buttocks, making a slapping sound.

After a while, he flipped me over, grabbed my ankles, and pressed my

legs towards my head, arching my body into a shrimp shape. He leaned over me and began a new round of

thrusting. My soul seemed to leave my body, soaring to the clouds.

After countless ecstatic orgasms, I mustered my remaining strength, arching my hips upwards to match his

thrusts, moaning loudly. In the surging waves of climax, accompanied by the powerful

throbbing , a gush of fluid shot into my flower.

We reached climax simultaneously once again. We embraced each other, savoring the pleasure of our orgasms, and drifted off to sleep peacefully and sweetly in

the afterglow .

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