[Yunyun's Sexual Affairs]

A Blissful Couple (Bathroom Pleasure)

After work on Friday, 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 filthy thing!" 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.

Many of my friends have also poured their hearts out about the disadvantages of men without money. This made me

firmly believe in a truth: no matter how capable a woman is, her happiness depends on the man she marries.

Therefore, when I decided to marry him at the height of my career, almost everyone tried to suppress me, 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 . "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 that 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 one place for you to insert.” “Where?”

“Your anus…”

Qiao Bai smiled with satisfaction, then continued to ask, “So what do you want me to do now?” As he spoke, he

grabbed my two buttocks, holding my lower body in place, and probed my vagina with his tongue, licking it fiercely, as if trying to

suck out my vaginal fluid.

“Ah ah…” My legs went weak, and my body slipped onto him, my two mounds of white flesh pressing directly

against his wet, muscular chest, another wave of stimulation, “You, you stop…I’ve had enough…”

But Qiao Bai only intensified his actions, moving his hands down and forcefully kneading my breasts, while vigorously rubbing my still-

dripping vulva with his tongue. I was preparing to reach my climax, and I couldn’t withstand such stimulation; my private parts immediately

gushed out a stream of hot fluid.

Qiao Bai gulped down that hot fluid, as if not wanting to leave a single drop. "Ah, baby,

your water flow is so strong, I almost couldn't handle it, I was going to choke..." Hearing him tease me,

I blushed and glared at him angrily, "Why didn't I just kill you!" "Don't

say , where would you find such a capable husband to satisfy you if I died?" he said shamelessly.

Suddenly I felt a straight, hard penis sink into my buttocks. Qiao Bai had already knelt up, ready to enter

. Instinctively, I lifted my buttocks, wanting to take his huge penis into my hole.

But when I thrust my buttocks back, Qiao Bai deliberately pulled back. I was anxious and impatient, "Mmm... give it to me

..." "You haven't told me what you want me to do yet, baby..." he said with a wicked smile, with a deadly sexiness.

I swayed my buttocks from side to side, seductively saying, "Mmm, I want you to put it in..." "Yes, ma'am!"

After saying that, Qiao Bai thrust into me.

We sighed almost simultaneously, neither of us rushing to move. He stroked my long hair, helping me

relax , his penis remaining 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 any longer; more love juice flowed from my private parts, and his penis

twitched several times inside me.

Unable to resist the tingling sensation, I began to lift my buttocks 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 large

penis filled my passage completely, making me want only to be possessed and ravaged by him.

The violent thrusting caused our bodies to collide violently, the lewd sounds of flesh slapping mixed with the sounds of water, truly

utterly lewd.

"Hmm, am I fucking you good?" 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 and thrusting in again...

"Ahhhhhh... Hmm... so good..." I could only push myself towards him,

water splashing from 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 hardworking tonight, and I was happy to accept his manipulation.

I could clearly feel his penis trembling inside my vagina, his dragon growing harder and harder, my narrow

vagina being forcefully twisted by his penis, I was sure our point of contact was already soaking wet, covered in sticky

, lustful fluid.

I knew he was about to come too.

"Hmm... baby, I... I'm going to cum..." Qiao Bai thrust wildly and fiercely behind me,

like a galloping horse, I had already had multiple orgasms, subconsciously enduring his violent impacts.

“…Just shoot…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 .

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 . 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 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 quicker, holding me tightly with his other arm

around . "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 said, pressing me against the dressing room wall . Our

tongues intertwined greedily, his right hand inside my coat, kneading my breasts, his left hand sliding down my waist and over my

buttocks , lifting my right leg, clad in black stockings, and placing it on his side. He kept rubbing his penis against my

throbbing genitals. Occasionally, it would slip into my buttocks, penetrating my vagina and anus intermittently through my stockings

and underwear.

"Mmm...woo..." My breathing became more and more rapid, sweat streamed down my face, and my eyes were blurry,

but we couldn't stop, our clothes askew.

Then, Qiao Bai whispered in my ear, "Mantong, are you wearing a t-backbone today?" I asked

seductively , "What do you want?" "Tell me first, is it?" "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 "ripping" sound. "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, already overflowing with lustful fluid through the thin fabric of my underwear

, soaked the fabric, causing a flood.

Qiao Bai whistled softly, "Yo, the situation is serious." He wrapped his arms around my slender waist, squeezing my

legs together. Perhaps because I was wearing pantyhose, he seemed particularly excited. His penis moved smoothly between my legs,

the overflowing fluid making it easy for him.

Our tongues clashed wetly, while his hands massaged my buttocks, which were encased in pantyhose.

I gently swayed my body, the movements and my faint body fragrance stimulating Qiao Bai. His hands moved to my

lower body, rubbing my vulva with his palms together.

I trembled sensitively and sighed, "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...ahhh..." It was so stimulating that

I actually orgasmed from the caresses. My whole body went limp, and I slid down to the floor.

Qiao Bai knelt in the small fitting room, licking my labia, then parting my lips to attack my vulva.

My private parts continued to leak wet fluid. Shyly, I tried to push him away: "Don't look! What's

going on ?" But he ignored my pleas and insisted on tasting it, constantly inhaling

the fishy, sweet smell with his high nose, licking the rich juice with his tongue, the sounds of smacking and moaning echoing in the changing room

.

"Sir, is it still suitable?" the saleswoman urged from outside, startling me so much that I quickly bit my sleeve

to stifle a scream, the suppressed pleasure finally bursting into tears.

Qiao Bai made a shushing gesture, casually calling out to the outside, "Excuse me, my wife brought me several

pairs of pants, I want to try them on slowly, thank you for your help." "Ah, okay, then sir, take your time."

After saying that, 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 go 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, 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're going to do it here... No, no... People will hear..." I said in a panic.

"But I feel terrible right now, baby, please think of a way to help me." He put on a pitiful look.

I asked in confusion, "What do you mean?" He grabbed my legs, took off my high heels, revealing

my toes adorned with crystal flowers, and opened his mouth to suck and kiss each toe,

rolling them around in his mouth one by one. His tongue and lips also invaded my soles, heels, insteps, and ankles, his expression incredibly sexy.

Then he used my two slender feet to clamp his penis and slowly began to thrust in and out.

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, "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 overwhelmed 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.

"Mmm...do you...do you like it?..." "Of course I like it...anything on your body...

I like it..." His breathing grew heavier and more 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 vagina. I saw my love juices flow out like water

, a long, lustful thread flowing out like a spring in the forest, dripping onto the floor and forming a

small, wanton puddle. I pressed my fragrant lips to his mouth, greedily sucking each other's tongues, exchanging saliva.

He hugged my waist, bringing us closer, my two full, soft breasts rubbing against his

broad chest, my soul almost flying away. I rubbed my tender vulva against the base of his thighs back and forth,

several times, the overflowing fluids making his huge member glisten. Qiao Bai's magnificence made me

blush , and I became incredibly aroused myself, "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 dragon.

Unconsciously, I licked my red lips, adjusted my waist, and slowly sat down. My tight opening enveloped

the tip of his penis, and my bright red vagina swallowed his dark red, ferocious beast inch by inch. Suddenly, Qiao Bai thrust

upwards , and his penis slid in all the way to the hilt.

"Ah..." A moan escaped my throat, my breasts trembling as the throbbing of desire

struck my uterus.

Qiao Bai also let out a satisfied sigh, kissing my breathless mouth without hesitation, and

immediately began 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, allowing his

massive member to fully impact every inch of my opening.

This feeling of sneaking around in public was incredibly stimulating. The small dressing room was filled with

the sounds of men's panting, women's moans, and lewd words uttered near the peak of sexual climax…

My body unconsciously tightened and relaxed rhythmically, my waist twisting more and more intensely.

The two of them sat facing each other, their legs intertwined, so that if I looked down, I could clearly see their most intimate point of contact

: Qiao Bai's enormous member was buried deep within my flower bush.

Looking down at this erotic scene, I shyly tried to look away. But it was too tempting,

and I couldn't resist staring.

With each thrust, my flower bush rippled and swayed, rubbing against the clitoris. We

moved 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...so...so good, you're so tight down there," Qiao Bai casually exclaimed,

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 bit my nipple, while his other large hand did not spare the other full breast. The snow-white tender flesh

was pinched and teased by his fingers until it turned red and white, and he kept pounding his long male root into my already swollen little hole.

"Ah... Slow down, I can't hold back..." My whole body was drenched in sweat, my head tilted back and swirling

, 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 , violently gushing out as if to inject everything, filling my body.

And my fleshy pot, as if possessing a spirit, gently and considerately embraced and soothed the pulsating male.

We savored the afterglow of pleasure, gently and greedily enjoying each other's lips and tongues, our

saliva mingling.

"Sir, do you need my help?" The saleswoman came over again to urge me on, but I was already dizzy and

didn't know how much time I had spent in the changing room.

With a sexy, magnetic voice, still tinged with the afterglow of sex, Qiao Bai replied, "Almost done," and

whispered in my ear, "Baby, don't you want me to pull out?" He then cupped my breasts with his hands, his desire

penetrating even deeper.

My face flushed, and I realized my lower body was still clinging to his penis. I quickly inhaled,

exhaling 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 away.

Suddenly, Qiao Bai grabbed me, grinning wickedly, "Mantong, are you planning to go out all wet and with those

ripped stockings?" I nudged his face with my nose. "It's all your fault, you lecher! You're so annoying,

always taking advantage of me." "You're so cute," he said sweetly.

I took off my stockings, but Qiao Bai reached for my t-back.

I angrily said, "What are you doing?" "It's so wet, it's really uncomfortable to wear these. Take them off!"

I solemnly and decisively refused, but he cunningly picked me up, pulled them off without my permission,

and even took a deep breath of them, saying wickedly, "They smell so good... I'll take them with me..." He then

hugged me and pressed his genitals against my buttocks, kissing me affectionately, saying, "These are the best for me. It seems

you understand me best in this world." As he spoke, his crotch became hard again, and he cursed under his breath.

"Okay, okay, let's go quickly, people are starting to suspect something." I

couldn't stand watching him so relaxed and carefree. If I waited I would be swallowed up by this wolf again.

Later, Qiao Bai casually bought a bunch of pants. I even heard the saleswoman ask Qiao Bai for his opinion, but that damned

guy deliberately provoked me by saying, "The service is not bad, but it would be better to give customers more time to

choose." "Yes, we will improve in the future," the saleswoman said respectfully.

I didn't dare think about whether people would find it strange that I went in wearing pantyhose but came out completely naked from the waist down

. 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 genitals. Staggering out of

the store , Qiao Bai leaned in and whispered some lewd things in my ear in his deep, pleasant voice: "Hmm,

this place is really good, 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 continued his low, lewd whispers, making my body react shamelessly.

In the end, burning with lust, we went home. So, this weekend, under Qiao Bai's deliberate

arrangement , passed by again.

Sexually Enchanted Couple (Springtime Fantasy)

"To win a woman's heart, you must pass 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 .

And I also understand that to bind such a proud man, one must not restrain oneself with morality in bed

; women have their tricks, and men go wild.

Qiao Bai moved me from the bathroom to the large bed, carefully washed my body, and wrapped me in a bathrobe.

I touched his muscular chest, using the opportunity to whine, "It hurts..." His cool brows furrowed, and he tenderly

touched and massaged my chest, 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 make amends, "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 can't change his roguish ways. Thinking of how he forced me to say those lewd things just now, I decided to punish him properly!

I shifted my gaze, looking into Qiao Bai's beautiful eyes with a different expression, "Qiao Bai, my good husband,

if I were to be with someone else, would you still love me?" I hadn't forgotten that before he proposed, he said he didn't care

about , as long as I was happy.

Qiao Bai raised an eyebrow, and said firmly in a deep voice, "Love." I almost laughed out loud, then looked

sad and stammered, "I...I was...I was...slept with by a client today." Qiao Bai didn't move, his eyes half-closed,

and asked, "He forced you?" "No, I did it willingly! He signed a contract with our company, but the condition was that he wanted my

body." "Oh?" Qiao Bai still squinted, "Just for signing a contract?" Seeing that he had no reaction,

I decided to continue provoking him, "Also, I want to try his thing too!" I blushed, unable to

believe that I could say such lewd things.

"Oh, then tell me what you two did?" he said, gently biting my earlobe.

"He did something wrong to you, and you still want him to talk about it!" I pounded my fists on his

chest muscles.

“Mantong, tell me, I want to know.” Qiao Bai’s long, slender fingers gently stroked my face, his gaze unwavering

. He said softly, “I won’t blame you.” Looking at Qiao Bai’s serious expression, still as calm as ever, unfazed by

any major event, 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 accompanied that big client to karaoke,” I made up,

“I originally only wanted to sacrifice a little bit of my looks, like dancing and taking off my clothes, to get him to 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

…” 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, his large hands grasped my breasts, kneading them roughly and relentlessly. His lips were tightly pressed

together , his face still icy, his deep black eyes fixed on my breasts. I felt his erection

harden.

"Mmm..." I began to pant, licking my red lips, "He touched..." "Tell me! He even did it to you..."

"What happened?" Qiao Bai increased the pressure on my hands, constantly pinching and pulling my nipples with his index and middle fingers,

making me tremble all over.

"After he touched my breasts, he pulled me to the sofa and said he wanted to rub his thing against my private parts

." The more I talked, the more I felt like I was in the middle of it, and I felt inexplicably excited. It turns out that the feeling of satisfaction can't

be obtained only when the body is intertwined. The beauty of sexual fantasies lies in the fact that they are not bound by rigid moral norms, nor do they need

to care about other people's opinions. They are free-flowing, boundless, and without any responsibility.

Qiao Bai's breathing became heavier and heavier, but he still looked at me calmly and didn't say a word.

I continued to fantasize to myself: "Because of the previous caresses, that client's penis has already made my

heart flutter , and the seam of my underwear has already dug into my flesh!" So I spread my legs, sat on his stomach,

grabbed his big penis with my hand, and inserted it between my legs, then rubbed it back and forth between my legs…” “Continue

…” His fingertips slid slowly from my chest, down my navel, 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 , he shuddered and ejaculated, making me lose my pride and cry out…” I was

completely immersed in the 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 was obviously a little higher, “With my mouth?” “And his semen?” “I

… I drank it all!” "Oh my god," I rubbed my legs together, my heart pounding with desire.

As I described it, Qiao Bai grew increasingly excited, his penis swelling several inches.

"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 listen to this anymore, you slut, see how I deal with you!" "Qiao Bai grinned and

roughly tore open my nightgown. I was already naked underneath. He

charged into me amidst my screams, 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 understanding with Qiao Bai

at work . Colleagues and roommates—fate seemed to have arranged everything for us to develop . Qiao Bai also fully proved his decisiveness as a man. Every time we met, with each contact and expression, the fire in his eyes was never hidden, and his actions exuded a gentle elegance." The combination with the thugs was rather peculiar, like a kind of pantomime-style harassment of women. Of course, as a woman, I subconsciously used the tactic of playing hard to get. 　　Thanks to his outstanding work, Qiao Bai was promoted to design team leader , he asked me out, saying he wanted to treat me to a good meal and drinks. What could I do with his meager salary compared to mine? Being very considerate of him, I let him treat me to a huge pizza 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 heard him vaguely begin to talk about women and love. I watched him closely from the side. Have you ever seen the "Discobolus" sculpture created by the great Greek sculptor Myron ? Qiao Bai's body was almost a carbon copy of that sculpture. 　　“Mantong,” he said, pursing his thin lips and swirling the glass in his hand. “Jacques,” he said, looking me over and speaking in a low, hoarse voice, “a woman must find a husband who treats her well, someone as caring .” 　　I swirled my glass too, the irregularly shaped ice cubes from the ice picks lightly tapping against the glass, clinking softly , 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 burst out laughing. “Qiao Bo, you can take care of people? What else can you do besides making instant coffee? Heh.” "I teased him, and through the gap in the collar of his shirt, where a few buttons had been removed , I glimpsed his hard, broad chest, the muscles deeply etched in the fabric. I could imagine that even in winter, the bulky cotton coat couldn't conceal the beautiful contours of his body. Can I tell anyone? I felt like a child asking for candy, gazing at that burly figure that would make any woman blush. But I knew certain facts, like my boyfriend, forbade me from getting what I wanted to satisfy my impulses, my desires, no matter how harmless it might be. I had to endure it, watching him talk eloquently before 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..." With this physique, most girls would like 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, combined 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 our skin. The two sweaty bodies rubbed together, creating a sticky, wet feeling. Whether it was from being drunk 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 . 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 , 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 did

n'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 tighten

her legs.

Slowly, I stealthily moved in and out of her. Although my movements were small,

Each time I thrust into her wet vagina, it made a loud squelching sound, sounding extremely lewd.

"Is it good?" I raised an eyebrow, deliberately asking the little woman who was losing her mind from my thrusting.

"What do you think?" I didn't expect Lu Mantong to still have the mind to struggle with me at this moment.

I didn't like her not answering my questions, so I decided to punish her. I suddenly raised her right leg,

making her private parts open wide, and my rapidly withdrawn penis suddenly thrust in again, increasing the speed of thrusting. I transformed into a wolf and

a tiger, frantically pounding, to conquer this woman, first with her body!

Every woman is happy to be ravaged by a man in this possessive way.

His tongue went into my ear, deep into the ear canal, stirring, his breathing was rapid, and his hands were held on both sides of my

waist .

I suddenly had a thought, that being his woman must be such a wonderful thing.

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 blade, my right wrist touching his undulating spine, as I let out watery moans.

Every inch of his face slowly became covered in my saliva.

A groan of worship tormented my desire, both pleasurable and painful. His erection was suppressed within me,

not enough, far from enough, yet I could do nothing.

Qiao Bai's hands explored downwards, kneading my tenderness, his fingers rough—two completely opposite

extremes, creating the most intense contrast and sharp stimulation . "You woman,

you're already this wet before even climaxing," he said, a hint of surprise in his voice, a touch of wickedness in his tone.

I hummed in response. My love, perhaps accumulating little by little from the first time I saw him, had become overflowing, like a torrent of love

. My body was open to him; I had longed for his touch long before.

So, in that moment of surrender, I still felt a pang of pain. A pain that ran through my heart. The pain of emotion, the pain of anticipation.

All I could do was cooperate, clinging tightly to his neck, rising on my tiptoes, my raised leg entwining around

his buttocks, my firm, sexy buttocks. I cooperated with his thrusts. This was breaking my vow, and I would soon know that once I crossed this

track, 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 constricting.

Qiao Bai's heavy breaths sent waves of heat onto my neck, making me even more excited. He cupped my

buttocks in his hands, pressing me forcefully against his body. I enveloped him, the almost writhing warmth

transforming into the mechanical thrusting and withdrawing of a firing pin, a series of thumping sounds between our bodies. I grew increasingly excited, but bit my lip, afraid to make 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, and I couldn't help but scream. The screams echoed

throughout the room, perhaps even leaking out, while my body, driven by a dangerous pleasure, contracted even more tightly,

trembling and shivering as it pulled inward, wantonly sucking his penis deep inside. It was so deadly, like drowning

, a feeling of losing control of life.

My heart kept screaming: Faster, faster, fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me hard!

Qiao Bai loved the sudden pleasure intensely. 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 womb

as if it were immersed in hot soup.

With pride and conquest, yet maliciously feigning incomprehension, he asked, "Baby, why were you screaming so

loudly just now?"

"You bastard!" I snapped, trying to push him away, but only holding him tighter. My body felt weak and incredibly pleasurable,

a sense of relief and ease as if long-accumulated pressure was being released, my body

floating .

"I'm going to pull out," he scoffed, shrugging.

"Okay..." I hesitated, my words betraying my reluctance.

He laughed, "You said okay, look at you."

He 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 murky fluid mixed with our bodily fluids.

"Bastard!" You actually ejaculated inside.

"I wanted our first time together to be intimate," Qiao Bai chuckled, a scoundrel in his eyes.

"You were only concerned with your own pleasure!"

"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

one day truly 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 isn't easy; the pressure was mounting. Aside from eating and sleeping, I was

spending all my free time working overtime, making my already thin and tired body even more frail.

Qiao Bai finally couldn't stand it anymore and pulled me aside in the break room, saying sternly, "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 severely criticized my slow work progress, saying it had slowed down the entire project's completion

, and then said he was going to transfer me to the internal affairs department as an assistant. With my fiery temper, I've never been one to stay at home; this

was practically firing me!

So I smiled, and in a fit of pique, told the boss I'd hated countless times that I might not have the

talent for marketing, and walked straight out the door.

As I ran out of the company, I realized it was raining heavily outside. Everything was shrouded in mist, and suddenly I felt

an urge to walk in the rain.

As I was walking, my foot slipped, and I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, everything around me was white. It turned out I had fallen yesterday. The hard work and being caught in the rain over the past few days had made

me sick. Luckily, Qiao Bai saw me rush out of the company yesterday and chased after me downstairs.

Now he was sitting next to me, peeling an apple for me with his clumsy hands.

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 11ml of 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 . 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 . 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 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 , 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 . 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 . 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.

"Hey, 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 .

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 angry, and shouted, "No way! What kind of girl do you take me for!"

"Really? But your enthusiasm just now...it seemed like you're a pro."

"You..." I was speechless. Unable to find a reason to retort, I pursed my lips, unsure how to

excuse my earlier lapse in composure.

"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 had slept together a couple of times, I had never done anything indecent. But the words caught in my throat.

Wasn't rushing to explain my behavior to a stranger like this just like slapping myself 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 deep, ethereal wisdom...

I've never been a woman who acts on intuition, but at that moment, I lost my rationality. I

was almost certain that this man would be a force to be reckoned with in the future, and at the same time, I was deeply infatuated with him.

The atmosphere in the room quickly became more intimate. Men are often driven by lust, and the sight of a soft, warm woman in their arms

can easily trigger fantasies and make it difficult 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

Qiao Bai's gaze unconsciously fixed on my exposed shoulders and ample breasts with a burning intensity.

The room was too small; I tried to walk past him, but it was difficult for us to pass each other. And Qiao Bai, in a rather

annoying way, blocked my way, his eyes filled with teasing and sexual innuendo.

Although my heart was pounding with excitement, I deliberately ignored the thrill and excitement within me,

giving him a perfunctory glare. At that time, I was still Tang Da's girlfriend; how could I possibly cheat on him?

To get past him from behind, I had to lean against the wardrobe, but even with my best efforts,

I couldn't get close enough to him. Then, 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 that

made .

Compared to him, I seemed too delicate, especially since my tank top had a large opening at the chest,

allowing Qiao Bai to easily see my two exposed breasts from above.

I believe many women share this habit—not liking to wear a bra at home. And at that time, it was unbearably

hot , and being naturally impatient and sensitive to heat, I wanted to wear as few layers as possible, so I

was completely naked underneath.

Seeing that Qiao Bai remained motionless for a while, I suddenly realized what was happening and quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, "

Could you lend me the room for a moment?"

"But I want to keep looking at the room," he said with a wicked smile, a glint of mischief 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 around 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 was up to, and I couldn't hold back any longer, so I yelled at him, "Hey! Have you looked enough?"

Qiao Bai hadn't expected me to be so direct. He paused, his thin face slightly raised, and chuckled

twice. "Good scenery is meant to be admired."

"Want to look? Go look at your girlfriend."

"Girlfriend? I don't have one, so I can only look at you. I really didn't realize you were so feminine 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 overwhelmed.

"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 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 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 hung out 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 years old, I masturbated in bed for the first time

, something I had never done before.

I kept replaying and recreating certain 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 the small park, I would cover her

mouth, forcefully dragging her graceful, helpless body to the children's slide. I would then begin to unleash the long-

awaited brutality.

Lu Mantong's two long, slender, white legs swayed and bounced back and forth. Her two shiny black leather shoes hissed as they

scraped against the ground. She tried to struggle and escape, but to no avail.

My right hand, through her shirt, pinched her two firm, plump mounds of flesh. Then, with a "rip," the upper half of her

white shirt tore open, revealing her blue bra and two incredibly alluring and adorable 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 two 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 those thirsty, aching lips, sucking her sweet saliva, giving it to her 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 with

saliva that she couldn't swallow; I knew it was a strange feeling of stickiness and entanglement.

When she was panting, I would tear open the remaining half of her shirt, a few buttons already falling

to the ground. I wouldn't unhook her bra, because I was already impatient; I would reach

into —the two cups that encased her dazzling, luscious breasts—and knead, squeeze, and pull.

Beneath her arched eyebrows, her beautiful eyes, glistening with tears of shy blush, blinked. Her body

responded to my touch, even her resistance gradually fading, relaxing little by little.

"Mmm—I'll make you feel really good," I said, pulling down her bra. Her two plump, white breasts

jiggled, squeezed high and shapely by the bra cups. My hands were itchy and numb.

I pinched the two delicate pink nipples and twisted them hard a few times. Ah, even her nipples felt so good,

I sighed.

Then, there was her secret place, already seeping with juices, the virgin's fragrant little hole. I inserted a finger,

moving it from side to side, feeling the layers of folds inside, and of course, touching the thin membrane. "Okay," I said,

pulling out my finger, first carefully inhaling the scent of virginity. I heard Mantong swallow.

"No, it's too fragrant, too sweet, I can't resist."

I unzipped my pants, pulled out my thick, long penis, lifted one of Mantong's legs, wide open her entrance, then

aimed, lifted her plump, shapely buttocks bearing my red handprint, thrust in, and pierced through!

Ah, she screamed, dizzy.

Ahhh!

Slap slap slap! I listened to the sounds of her fleshy walls welcoming me, responding to Mantong's cries, I continued to slap

that intoxicatingly beautiful triangle.

The sounds of my strong lower abdomen against her fair lower abdomen, my penis against her vagina, slapping against each other, mixed with blood and mucus, intertwined in a

lewd duet, resounding in the deserted park.

Unfortunately, it was all just a fleeting fantasy. My Mantong was still

picked up by her mother every day, arriving on time. So, in the days of rehearsing in my mind again and again, suffering from the uncontrollable

throbbing pain of my penis, I passed through my adolescence.

When I formally met Lu Mantong again, I was already twenty-seven years old, single, and with a stable job. Every day, I wear a crisply

pressed suit and leather shoes, squeezing onto the subway for an hour to get to work downtown. Meanwhile, Lu Mantong has been promoted to the same

level as my boss. I'm increasingly impressed with this good-looking, arrogant woman.

Now, I'm facing her. Gazing at her pretty face, I'm certain of one thing: this woman

is destined to be mine. What I need to do now is gather my strength and go all out—marry her!

My goal is simple, so direct.

"You wait, you'll fall into my hands sooner or later," I declare bluntly to Lu Mantong.

She says with a half-smile, "You look like a thug."

"Any decent man is called a thug," I wave my hands, smiling casually.

It's not that I'm overconfident, but I know that "thug" is actually a rather beautiful word for women.

I remember when I was fifteen, I was sweating profusely as I forcefully pinned a girl I was playing with against the classroom podium. Her

face clung to my neck, murmuring in a dreamlike voice, "Qiao Bai, you scoundrel, how could you do this to

me?"

In a daze, I even fantasized that it was Man Tong, her eyes glazed as she said to me, "Qiao Bai, you scoundrel

."

Man Tong's smile deepened, her face also turning red.

All the entanglements of lovesick men and women in the world begin with such flirting. Su Qing said, "A

woman who blushes easily isn't necessarily virtuous; perhaps she has a more urgent need in her heart."

I thought, I should take the initiative.

I wanted to conquer her soul; of course, to see a woman's soul, I had to first unhook her bra.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked directly. Of course, before this, I had already found out that Lu

Man Tong already had a boyfriend named Tang Da; they had been dating for several years, and he worked in a neighboring city. I was initially annoyed when I heard the

news , but as a promising young person of the new era, I wasn't discouraged. Even if he was her husband,

we wouldn't interfere with each other's lives. In this day and age, being able to be a "Ximen Qing" (a notorious womanizer) is quite modern. You haven't seen Edison, have you?

Damn, every woman with even a little bit of looks and figure in the world has been taken by this awesome guy. So, a rogue at a certain level

becomes truly awesome.

When I asked Lu Mantong this, she was taken aback at first, then immediately seized the initiative, blinking her beautiful

eyes and smiling, "If a twenty-five-year-old says no, wouldn't that be incredibly pathetic for a woman? But if I say

yes, wouldn't you be very disappointed?"

At that moment, I looked at this pretty, arrogant, and bold girl with even greater respect.

Lu Mantong, with her innate womanly intuition, liked to take advantage of any opportunity to play the game of feigned reluctance.

She was constantly proving her charm to me, this lustful man.

"And you? Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked bluntly.

It seemed she didn't see any conflict between her existing boyfriend and me flirting with her;

we seemed to have reached a consensus on this point.

"No," I answered honestly.

"A man at twenty-eight, the good ones are already taken, the remaining ones are definitely not good enough." She crossed her arms,

lifting beads of sweat clinging to her exposed breasts, wet and

slippery, making my hands tingle and itch.

Such a beautiful sight, not to be missed, it would be impolite to refuse. While looking, I skillfully took up her words: "Whether it works or not,

you try it out before you draw a conclusion."

Of course, the co-renting arrangement was settled. A lone man and a lone woman under one roof—you can imagine

how vulnerable this big bad wolf was, absolutely unable to resist the allure of that delectable Little Red Riding Hood.

Lu Mantong also gave me quite a few opportunities.

For example, she would often call out to me, "Qiao Bai, my computer is infected with a virus again."

Whenever I scanned her computer for viruses, she would often lean down intentionally or unintentionally, her chest brushing against my arm,

a few strands of long

hair .

The faint fragrance emanating from her body would make my heart flutter.

However, after I married Lu Mantong, I realized that when women often ask the same man to solve extremely stupid

computer problems, it's not that they don't understand; it's just a soft-hearted way of conquering. And they often,

after stirring your heartstrings, clearly tell you not to overthink it.

Our relationship was always on a taut string, and we made no progress, even though I

formatted her hard drive almost every two weeks.

I knew it was time to unleash my primal instincts to take the first step into bed.

And when two people live together, the opportunity is never a problem.

So, on a sunny weekend, I leaned gracefully against the balcony door and

discussed some physiological issues with her as she washed her lingerie.

"None of my ex-girlfriends were as sexy as the bra you're wearing."

"Oh? Were your ex-girlfriends' breasts big?" "

About the same size as you, but you were much whiter." I stared intently at the glimpse of her exposed lingerie.

"You're so beautiful, what are you looking at?"

"How about I help you hang them up?"

Lu Mantong half-closed her eyes and actually let go, allowing me, this big man, to hang up those beautiful,

delicate .

After we finished hanging them and returned inside, I seized the opportunity, "I've hung them up for you, how are you going to thank me?"

Lu Mantong smiled slyly and pushed a pot of tea she had brewed earlier in front of me, "Here, have some tea."

"That's it?" I chuckled awkwardly.

"Then how else do you want me to thank you?"

I chuckled softly, letting me touch her. "

Get lost."

"Sigh, what a waste of my afternoon's work."

"You just hung up some clothes!" "You really want to touch me?"

I grinned mischievously at her. "Of course—I do."

We argued back and forth like that for a while, laughing and joking. The result was that Mantong, blushing,

hooked her arms around my neck and mumbled in her sleep, "Qiao Bo, you filthy rascal."

She had agreed that I would be blindfolded and could only touch her once. Of course, I agreed

first . So, she blindfolded me with a towel. And

so began my journey of exploration.

Legend has it that the first similar love among mankind happened in the Garden of Eden, when Eve was tempted by the serpent and ate the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil

with , and then slowly began to do *that*.

My dream of sleeping in the same bed also began after that day, after *that*.

What a bold act! And I never knew that there were some extremely restless

factors lurking within me, which were then triggered when I met the right person.

In the 12th century, a French bishop named Marboudes vehemently denounced women in his poems, referring to their sexual desires as "that

terrible abyss." I had always thought I didn't have a particularly strong sexual need, but it was Jober

who turned me into a complete slut.

I grabbed Jober's hand, slipped it under the hem of my tank top, and placed it directly on my bare breasts. He

gently grasped those two soft mounds, kneading them. His large hands weren't like Tang Da's typical office man's thick

, smooth hands; they were incredibly tactile, with deep lines, each knuckle containing immense

strength . His grasping of my breasts was gentle, yet carried an undeniable possessiveness. I can't

describe the feeling; to sum it up in one simple word—comfortable.

He became the first man besides my boyfriend to caress my breasts. The feeling of infidelity was exhilarating.

His rough fingers, skillfully and greedily, slid across my breasts, each stroke increasing in pressure,

reluctant to leave.

"Oh—" He breathed heavily, letting out a sigh, his erect penis pressing domineeringly against my lower body,

rubbing up and down, mimicking the rhythm of intercourse.

Although I enjoyed it, my mind was clear. I was afraid, afraid he would ask for more. Once he crossed the line,

I was afraid my body would become a live volcano!

"Hey, is that enough? We agreed you could only touch me once."

Qiao Bai's eyes were covered by a white cloth, so I couldn't see his expression clearly, but his breath on my face was hot, and

his tone was indistinct, "My hand hasn't left your breasts yet, one touch isn't enough."

His words fully proved that he was a rogue, a scoundrel, a hooligan. But women like

men like that the most. I'm not a woman of my mother's generation; she doesn't know Li Ao, and of course, she doesn't know Wang Xiaobo, so she firmly

believes that "hooligan" is a derogatory term.

"Okay, okay, let go!" "I shyly grabbed his hand, trying to pull it away. But he

deliberately gripped it tighter, squeezing my breasts out of shape, and pinching my nipples between his fingers, tugging and flicking them.

We were like a spring; the more I pulled, the tighter he gripped, and this stimulation was no less pleasurable than the thrusting sensation."

"Ugh..." Suddenly, I cried out, my head thrown back, my whole body trembling like a leaf in the wind, protesting, "You're

hurting ... Let go, I'm getting angry!"

Qiao Bai pulled his other hand away, but he didn't stop. Instead, he broke their

agreement and pulled down the towel covering his eyes.

He worshipped my breasts with a dazed look, "I'd only ever heard about snow-white skin and ice-like muscles before, and thought it was nonsense, but

today I finally believe it."

"Stop talking nonsense, don't think I'll let you have your way just because you say a few sweet words, let go now, you untrustworthy

scoundrel !"

"Let me kiss it one more time, and I'll let go." He curled his lips into a smile, increasing

the pressure of his hand on my right breast, his hints and suggestions very clear.

My fingertips moved to my long neck, slowly stroking upwards, touching my burning cheek.

I had an incredible longing for his touch. His dark, crystalline eyes were fixed on me,

our gazes lingering.

Qiao Bai lowered his head and gently kissed my trembling lower lip, lightly nibbling twice before prying open my

lips. His tongue slipped into my mouth, touching my wet tongue.

My protests ceased abruptly with the intrusion. His tongue moved nimbly, encouraging me to dance with him.

I pouted, unconsciously responding to his kisses. Our tongues intertwined, flowing back and

forth , like lovers sharing their sweet nectar. But Qiao Bai was just my roommate and colleague.

His hands roamed up and down my curves, across my flat stomach, and then to my full breasts.

The pressure of his fingers increased, but it didn't hurt. A tingling sensation

spread quickly from my nipples down to my lower abdomen, causing a tingling, numbing wave. This simple teasing was no longer enough for me.

Faced with his whining, I was helpless, and besides, I wasn't really averse to it; I quite enjoyed

the pleasure of this foreplay.

So I fell silent, gently releasing my grip on his hands, tacitly acquiescing to his indecent act. My arms involuntarily

wrapped around his neck, deepening our kiss.

My full, snowy breasts contorted in agony under the kneading of his large hands. His rough fingertips brushed against my nipples, circling them again and again

, then suddenly pinched hard, forcing them to awaken and bloom in his hands.

"Ah—" I gasped, releasing his lips from my sharp pleasure.

Encouraged by my reaction, he quickly bent down, removing the strap from my left shoulder, and knelt before my exposed

breasts . He opened his beautiful lips and took one of my already hard, pebbly nipples into his mouth. He bent down and took one of the

tender red fruits into his mouth, sucking and licking it with abandon.

The sudden throbbing in my chest made my heart skip a beat, and my gaze involuntarily turned to him.

My round, firm nipples danced on his tongue, my full breasts were kneaded passionately by his large hands, the white flesh bulging between

his fingers, overflowing with desire.

A tingling, itchy, prickly, and painful sensation

coursed . I wanted to stop it, but I was powerless. Seeing his lips and tongue teasing me only fueled my excitement.

So good, I involuntarily took a deep breath. He sucked earnestly, like a child.

Instinctively ran my fingers through his hair;

his sucking awakened my maternal instincts. My consciousness grew increasingly hazy. His long fingers, which had been sliding over my body, had somehow slipped

inside my underwear, directly kneading my trembling, sensitive clitoris.

Two fingers together, pulling and twisting mercilessly, the heat spreading from deep within my abdomen coalescing

into waves of ecstasy.

After a spasm, I gasped in pain, clamping my legs together, jolting awake. "No…no

…!"

Opening my eyes, I realized I was naked from the waist up, my nipples

glistening pitifully from his sucking. If this continued, we wouldn't be able to hold on.

I cradled his head in my hands and gently kissed his forehead. "Okay, get up."

This time, perhaps sensing my lingering fear, Qiao Bai didn't force me. He obediently looked at me, stood up,

and pulled me into his broad embrace.

We stood there, quietly embracing, calming down. I don't know how long it lasted before we separated. But the front of my

clothes was soaked from his licking.

"Look at you, you've gotten my clothes all wet," I complained. After saying that, I was surprised at how gentle

my tone sounded, like a spoiled girlfriend.

"I washed them for you," he couldn't help but smile, "and then you'll get a reward."

"Get lost," I said, blushing and glancing at him sideways.

Qiao Bai smiled slyly and said, "You know, your body is much more honest than your mind."

"Me???????" He was deliberately trying to embarrass me.

"Still trying to deny it?" He raised his long finger, which had just invaded my underwear, and waved

it covered in a clear, sticky liquid. "This is the evidence. You're so horny, aren't you??????"

"Hey, don't go too far..." I muttered angrily.

"Where did I go too far?" He waited patiently for my answer, even licking his finger, which was covered in

my love juice, several times with the tip of his tongue.

Seeing his sexy actions, I was even more at a loss. "You went too far from beginning to end. You... you forced yourself on me

. I didn't agree to it..."

"Oh, you've had your fun and you're accusing me of being the thief?" he teased.

"Fun my foot!"

"Still denying it? You want to abandon me after you've had your fun?"

What do you mean, abandon me? This bastard!

Qiao Bai stared at me without speaking, only bumping my crotch with his high, protruding lower body.

In that instant, a desire to be possessed by him surged within me.

“Lu Mantong, this is our first intimate encounter,” he

said, his smile so wicked it was intoxicating. “You can only escape for a short time.”

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