[Misplaced and Lost] (Part 8)

Around 9 a.m. the next

day, I figured Zhang Yan should already be on the train,

so I took out my phone and asked her on WeChat. Zhang Yan told me the train was half an hour late and she had just boarded and was only

just starting its journey. I told her that since she was already on the train, I was relieved and to let me know

when safely. She said okay, and then added on WeChat that she felt like a parent to her.

I replied, "I just care about you.

" Around noon, Zhang Yan told me on WeChat that she had arrived home and that I shouldn't worry. I

said, "Okay, go home and check on things. If you need any help, just call me.

" After finishing class in the afternoon, I had just left the classroom when my phone rang. It was Zhang Yan calling. She asked

if I had finished class.

I laughed and said to her, "I just got out of class and am on my way back to the dorm. Your call came at just the right

time ; did you time it perfectly so you wouldn't call until I finished class?"

Then Zhang Yan told me that when she got home at noon, her mother had already prepared all the food.

After lunch, she had been busy all afternoon and had just rested for a while.

I said to her in a slightly sad tone, "Honey, don't overwork yourself, or I'll worry about you

."

She said she wasn't tired; it was just running errands to the pharmacy to buy medicine and to her uncle's house,

of course by electric bicycle. Then I asked about her father's health, whether he was in

the hospital or at home.

She told me he was at home, and it wasn't anything serious. He had just strained his back while working at the factory a while ago,

and the doctor said it was nothing serious, just a little weak and needed to rest at home for a

while . Finally, Zhang Yan told me she would be staying with her father for a few days and wouldn't be back for a while.

I said, "Don't rush, just stay home and spend more time with your father. Come back when he's feeling better."

These past few days, Zhang Yan and I have kept in close contact. Whenever we have free time, we chat on WeChat

. She tells me what she's been doing, and I tell her jokes and

riddles to cheer her up. Zhang Yan is the kind of person who doesn't like to talk about her pain, so

I really wanted to comfort her, to bring out her inner pain, and not see her looking so down. I

suddenly realized how much I cared about her; I was becoming more and more dependent on her.

That night, around 11 pm, I felt sleepy, so I turned off my computer, climbed into bed, and prepared to sleep.

Zhang Yan sent me a WeChat message asking if I was asleep.

I said, "Just lay down, about to sleep."

"Me too, just lay down, can't sleep..."

"Insomnia?" I asked her.

"A little..."

I thought for a moment and told her, "If you have insomnia, try some pre-sleep exercises. You'll fall asleep right away after you finish."

"What kind of exercise?" Zhang Yan asked.

"Exercise with yourself, like closing your eyes and fantasizing about having sex with me while putting your hands

down there ."

"Ugh." "

Why do I hate it? Didn't you tell me you have insomnia? This is the best and most effective

way to treat insomnia. After trying it, I guarantee you'll feel refreshed and fall asleep instantly. Plus, your sleep quality will be high, you'll

sleep through the night, and you'll wake up looking radiant without any dark circles. Try it and see if I'm

right ." I typed to her while inwardly laughing.

"Get lost, I'm not trying, you pervert."

"Fine, I won't try it. Why are you calling me a pervert? Actually, I'm doing this for your own good. You know,

long-term age faster."

"Chen Lin."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I miss you..." Hearing her say that, my heart felt as sweet as if it had been coated with honey,

and I immediately perked up. I seemed to remember that this was the first time Zhang Yan had said "I miss you" to me on the phone.

I excitedly typed to her:

"I miss you too, my wife." Then I continued typing:

"Wife, I really wish you were here with me right now, so I could hug you, kiss you, and touch you."

"Husband, me too..."

Seeing Zhang Yan echo me, I was greatly surprised. At this moment, I was even more excited, and I was completely wide

awake. My excitement reached its peak. Then I said to Zhang Yan on WeChat: "Wife, I really

want to eat , I really want to bite your nipples with my teeth, I really want to lick your little sister, lick your little sister until it's completely

wet, lick it until you moan loudly for me."

Zhang Yan didn't reply. Unable to contain my excitement, I continued typing:

"Wife, I'm burning with desire right now. When you come back this time, I'll strip you naked and

fuck you to death."

A long time passed, and Zhang Yan didn't reply.

I thought she would continue to play along with some more flirtatious and explicit things, but she remained

silent for a long time. I started to wonder if my last sentence was a bit too vulgar, and that Zhang Yan

might not have been able to accept it. Perhaps it was because I had just heard her say that she couldn't sleep because she was thinking of me that my

brain was a little too excited, and that's why I uttered those words that were both stimulating and offensive

.

Seeing that Zhang Yan hadn't replied for so long, I continued typing and asked her:

"Wife, are you still there?"

"Yes!"

"Then why didn't you reply just now?"

"I was thirsty, so I went to get a glass of water."

"Oh, I see. I thought..."

"Thought what?"

"Thought you were doing it the way I told you to." I continued teasing her.

"No."

"Really not? I don't believe you."

"Don't believe me? Fine. Okay, that's enough. I need to rest; I have to get up early tomorrow."

"Didn't you just tell me you weren't sleepy? Can you even fall asleep now?"

"I'm sleepy now.

" "Wife, tell me honestly, are you masturbating right now? What's there to be ashamed of in front of me

?" I continued typing, asking her. For some reason, I

really fantasizing about me doing it, and saying all sorts of lewd and obscene things like a prostitute. I thought

that would be really exciting.

Because I'd seen Cao Le chatting with female netizens on QQ several times, saying extremely vulgar

things. Cao Le even told me it was called "online sex," which is having sex with someone online through text descriptions.

Seeing their conversations back then really aroused me; I really wanted to try it myself.

But thinking about it, it's still unlikely. Although Zhang Yan and I have been dating for several months and have slept together

at least ten times, and Zhang Yan is always very seductive in bed, and we've tried all sorts of different sexual positions,

she has never said anything overly lewd or vulgar.

"Ugh, I really didn't, honey, why are you suddenly so horny today?"

"Oh, I was just asking casually. If you didn't, then forget it. You can rest now."

Then Zhang Yan sent me a smiley face and sent a message on WeChat: "Honey, goodnight."

After closing WeChat, I was completely wide awake after what had just happened. My penis,

after all the teasing conversation with Zhang Yan, was now painfully swollen and I really wanted to release it.

I put my hand under the blanket covering me, then reached into my underwear, and

touched my hard, swollen penis, then gently stroked it. Instantly, a wave of pleasure washed over me.

This feeling is so good. Right now, I really want to fantasize about riding Zhang Yan and

masturbating to release my .

My hand is on my penis, but I'm not stroking it anymore. Should I really masturbate again? I'm

torn between these two thoughts. But in the end, with my strong will, I resisted. I really don't dare to masturbate again

because finally managed to quit. I know very well that this thing is like an addiction. Once you have it once,

you'll probably have it a second time, a third time, and then you'll be addicted again. For my health, for my future,

stop masturbating, young man.

I wonder if Zhang Yan is really masturbating right now. Thinking about it, it's possible. She's probably

too shy to admit it because Zhang Yan is a very sensitive person. I remember that time we were watching a movie in the cinema, and

Zhang Yan saw a couple kissing next to us. Then we left the cinema and went straight to a hotel. After we got to

the hotel , I put my hand on Zhang Yan's genitals and touched them. Her genitals were completely wet. Didn't she

just say she missed me? I said so many explicit things to her. I guess her little sister must be wet already

. I don't believe she wasn't wet down there. If her little sister was wet, how could she possibly fall asleep when she told me she was sleepy and

going to bed?

??? I turned to look across the room; everyone else was in bed, except for Cao Le, who was still sitting at

the computer under the bed, engrossed in playing Fantasy Westward Journey. He'd recently asked someone for a level 69

alt account , telling me it was a PvP account with great equipment and could sell for over 1000 yuan. I thought,

what's so great about a level 69 alt account that it could sell for over 1000 yuan? Anyway, I'd never played Fantasy Westward Journey and didn't know anything about it. But I'd never

seen him level up the account; he just logged in to chat with female players in his friends list,

and he said there were lots of girls in the game.

??? Right next to the Fantasy Westward Journey window, there was a media player playing a movie. Seeing that I wasn't

sleepy got out of bed and stood next to him. Cao Le turned and looked at me, asking why I wasn't asleep yet.

I said, "I can't sleep."

Cao Le said, "I just asked you to play LoL, and you said you were sleepy and wanted to go to bed, but now you say you can't sleep."

Then I asked him what movie he was watching. Cao Le told me it was "Beggar's Flower and Snake," an early Japanese

adult film. I moved a chair and sat next to him, watching for a while. Japanese films are really perverted.

The female lead in the film was tied up in various positions with ropes, and

was "trained" with candles, whips, and various sex toys. Calling it "training" is an understatement; it was more like torture. The level of sexual abuse was even

worse . Watching it made me feel a little sad. I really wondered

how much they got paid for making such films, that they would sacrifice their bodies like that.

Although the film was perverted, I noticed that my penis

was even harder than when I was lying in bed. My shorts were bulging like a tent. Am I a pervert? Why

would I have such a strong reaction to watching a film that abuses, tortures, and humiliates women? I got out of bed to relieve my pent-up

desire, but now it's only intensified it.

I glanced at Cao Le's crotch and noticed he had no reaction whatsoever. He's

used to watching these kinds of videos, so it's normal for him to be unresponsive. To avoid Cao Le turning around and seeing my embarrassing state, I got up and

told him I was going to the bathroom. After urinating, I washed my face, went back to my dorm, turned on

my computer, and played for another hour before going to bed.

About five days later, that afternoon, Zhang Yan told me she was coming back the next day. I asked

her when she would arrive so I could pick her up at the station, but she said no need, she didn't have much with her and could

manage on her own. Then I asked what time her train was, and she told me she should arrive around 10:40 AM the next morning

. I reassured her, "Okay, call me when you arrive so I can relax."

The next day, without contacting her beforehand, I left the school at 9:50 after my first long class and

took a taxi directly to the train station.

I arrived at the train station before 10:30. My plan was to wait for her at the exit to surprise her,

but then I realized that the train station had three exits: west, south, and north,

and they were quite far apart. With so many people, which exit should I wait for her at?

After thinking it over and over, I couldn't come up with a good solution, so I called her. The call connected quickly,

and I asked where she was and how much longer it would take to get to the station. Zhang Yan told me it would probably be another half hour. I said

I was already at the station and would wait for her at the west exit. She said, "Didn't I tell you not to come?" I said, "

I haven't seen you for a week, I really miss you.

" After hanging up, I waited there. There wasn't anyone I knew nearby to talk to, so it was a bit

boring . Then I saw a crowd gathered not far away. Out of curiosity, I went over and saw a

man dressed like a migrant worker, who looked to be around 40 years old. He was sitting on the steps by the roadside, with

a about the size of a basketball

. The turtle's shell was decorated with figures of the Eight Immortals, and its entire body was covered in mud.

The man sat there, vividly telling the people around him that he had dug up his turtle from three meters deep

while heirloom, but due to financial constraints,

he was only selling it for 800 yuan. Among the crowd gathered around him, two or three people actually tried to bargain with him, wanting to buy

the turtle. A plump middle-aged woman even offered to take it for 300 yuan.

I laughed inwardly. These people were truly idiots. The turtle seller was a fraud; the soil on the turtle

was all fake, exposed on the internet and television long ago. They actually believed it—they were so uneducated. I

wanted to expose him, but then I thought it best to avoid trouble. Fraudsters like this usually don't come alone;

they always have accomplices. If I ruined his scheme, they might drag me to a secluded spot and

beat me up—that wouldn't be worth it.

Seeing nothing interesting, I turned to leave. After a couple of steps, I saw a jade shop across the street

called "Sui Yu Yuan." I figured the jade there would be more reliable, unlike the swindler next door

who sold fake stones.

Suddenly, I realized I hadn't bought Zhang Yan a decent gift in all this time.

If I when she came out of the station, I wondered

if she would jump up and hug me, showering me with kisses. Just thinking about it made me incredibly

happy. So I crossed the street and went into the jade shop.

The shop wasn't big, less than 20 square meters. The counters were full of agate and jade

jewelry . Prices ranged from tens of yuan to thousands. I glanced around and immediately

spotted a pink agate bracelet. It was quite long. I asked the saleswoman to bring it out, and I tried it

on wrapping it around my wrist three times, it looked beautiful.

The sales assistant looked at the bracelet and asked if it was for me. She said the color wouldn't suit me, and that sapphire blue and black were more

suitable for men. Hearing this, I stretched out my arm and teased her, saying, "Look at my fair skin,

wouldn't pink look good on me?

" She just smiled and didn't say anything. Then I said, "I was just kidding, this is for my girlfriend." She then explained

that it was a natural rose quartz crystal candy agate bracelet, and that it was very popular. I asked

how much she said the original price was 540 yuan, but with an 8.5% discount, it was 459 yuan. She said if I wanted

it, she'd charge me 450 yuan. I thought about it and decided on this one. Although it was a bit pricey, it was the first thing I liked, and I felt

it was the best. The sales assistant then wrapped it in a small red box, I paid, and left the

jade shop.

As I smugly approached the west exit of the station, I suddenly heard someone call my name

. "Xiao Linzi..." I paused, startled. That way of addressing me, that tone of voice... could it be...

? Sure enough, I looked in the direction of the voice and saw

Aunt Xiaofang and her husband Zhang Jian less than five meters away, near the west exit. Aunt Xiaofang was dressed very sexily today, wearing

a red, form-fitting tank top that accentuated her curves. Her two high, firm breasts

pushed the low-cut top forward, clearly revealing the alluring cleavage between them. She wore

blue low-waisted denim shorts, with a striking silver leather belt

adorned with rows of transparent crystals that shone brightly in the sunlight. Her long, shapely legs

, without an ounce of fat, were encased in black Japanese-style stockings that just reached her knees, paired with

black high-heeled sandals.

I walked towards them, stopped beside Aunt Xiaofang, and politely said

, "Hello, Aunt Xiaofang, Uncle Zhang."

Aunt Xiaofang grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to her. My arm bumped against

her breast; it felt soft and elastic. Embarrassed, I quickly pulled my arm away,

but Aunt Xiaofang didn't seem to mind and kept holding onto my arm.

Aunt Xiaofang said, "Xiaolinzi, it's been so long! You haven't even come to visit your auntie." "

I've been busy with studies lately," I stammered. "

Really? Auntie thought you'd forgotten about me."

"Of course not..."

"Zhang Jian, look how handsome Xiaolinzi is! Look at those big eyes, look at that skin! If he were

a girl, he'd definitely be a beauty like Ouyang!"

I smiled shyly at Aunt Xiaofang.

Then Liu Fang asked me what I was doing there. I thought for a moment and told her I was at the train station picking up a classmate. Then

I asked her, "Why are you and Uncle Zhang here too?" Liu Fang said they were also at the train station picking up a friend.

Then Liu Fang asked me why I hadn't gone to her house when she called last time… I

chatted with the couple there.

People were gradually coming out of the west exit, and among them was a middle-aged

couple who looked relatively young, no more than 30 years old. They

were walking forward arm in arm, tightly pressed together. The man was very tall, over 180cm, and very strong, as muscular as a bull,

seemingly comparable to Schwarzenegger. He wore a blue, tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt, his arms exposed.

His chest was as thick as a tree trunk, with clearly defined, bulging muscles on his arms. The top

two buttons of his shirt were ripped open by his well-developed chest muscles, forming an inverted triangle shape and revealing his

dark, shiny pectoral muscles.

The woman, on the other hand, barely reached the man's chest, appearing to be no more than 160cm tall, and rather thin and frail

. Their vastly different physiques made them look extremely

disproportionate .

When Liu Fang and her husband saw the couple, they immediately went to greet them. The four of them

acted like long-lost relatives, shaking hands and exchanging polite greetings. At that moment, I

noticed the man's eyes gleaming like a wolf's. As he spoke, he stared unabashedly at Aunt Xiao

Fang cleavage, practically drooling. Didn't he care that Aunt Xiao

Fang's husband, Zhang Jian, was standing right next to them?

After they exchanged pleasantries, I learned that the man was a fitness instructor; no wonder he was

so muscular.

Then Aunt Xiaofang turned to me and said they were leaving, telling me to be careful while I stayed there and to remember

to visit their house next time. I nodded. They got into a red Kia parked nearby

. I recognized it; it was Liu Fang's usual car.

After they left, I checked my watch; it was already 11 o'clock. I figured Zhang Yan would be out soon, so

I continued standing there. After about 10 minutes, Zhang Yan came up from the underground exit in the elevator. I

smiled and greeted her, but she seemed a little unhappy. She came to my side and said,

"Didn't I tell you not to come pick me up?"

I told her I hadn't seen her for a week and missed her terribly.

She continued, "Did you skip class again? If you keep skipping, what will happen to your studies?"

I said, "Just this once, I won't do it again."

"Don't do that again. You don't know how many kids in our village can't afford to go to university."

I said, "Okay."

Then she asked me, "Why are you holding your hands behind your back?

" I said, "Guess what I'm holding?"

"What? I can't guess, tell me quickly!" Then I turned my hands around and handed

her the box.

"I've got a gift for you."

Zhang Yan took the box and opened it, immediately showing a surprised expression, a surprise tinged with joy. Seeing

that expression, I knew the gift was exactly what she wanted.

"Do you like it?" I asked her.

"Yes!"

"Try it on and see if it looks good," I said.

Then Zhang Yan took the bracelet out of the box and put it on her wrist, repeatedly turning her arm to look at it. She then asked me

how much it cost, and I told her 450.

"How could you be so silly, buying something so expensive?" Zhang Yan exclaimed excitedly.

"I'm glad you like it," I said with a smile.

Then I asked her if she was hungry, since it was almost noon anyway, and suggested we eat first. She nodded.

Then we found a restaurant near the train station called Suzhou-style Beef Noodles, ate there,

and then went back to Zhang Yan's place.

As soon as we entered the living room, I hugged her tightly from behind. She said to stop fooling around and go to the bathroom to wash her face, but I

ignored her, pulled her onto the sofa, pressed myself against her, and kept kissing her face, my hands

groping her chest through her clothes. Zhang Yan shook her head back and forth, her small fists clenched

and gently pounding my back.

After kissing for a while, Zhang Yan became aroused. She gently stroked my back with both hands, lifting my shirt

. This tingling, itchy feeling further fueled my desire. At this point, I couldn't take it anymore.

I quickly sat up, lifted her skirt, and pulled off her stockings and light blue

panties , throwing them forcefully onto the floor next to the sofa.

"Why are you in such a hurry today? Carry me to bed first," Zhang Yan said tenderly, looking at me. "

No, I'll do it to you on the sofa," I said, lifting her legs and placing them on my waist.

"I hate it…be gentle…you're hurting me…" "

Does it hurt? Please."

"You're so mean."

"I won't…I won't…see how I'll deal with you today."

I forcefully pulled down my pants, revealing my rock-hard penis, which was almost bursting. I aimed it at Zhang Yan's pink

entrance and thrust it in without any mercy, all the way to the very end of her honeypot. Zhang Yan, in pain, lifted her head

and bit down hard on my shoulder. Her nails, gripping my back, seemed to dig deep into my flesh,

but I felt no pain whatsoever. Like a mad bull, I relentlessly

pounded my penis into Zhang Yan's body.

Zhang Yan clung tightly to me, her teeth still biting my shoulder, but the pressure was

much lighter than before. With each powerful thrust, she let out

soft moans and gasps.

"Did you secretly masturbate that night?" I asked, thrusting harder.

"Did you…?" I continued, seeing her silence.

"No…no…" Zhang Yan answered with difficulty.

"After saying so many flirtatious things, I don't believe you weren't wet down there... You were definitely soaking wet down there by then

... You even told me you were sleepy and wanted to sleep... How could you sleep... You're still being stubborn... You still won't admit it

... I'll teach you to lie to me... I'll teach you to lie to me..." My voice grew

louder with each shout, and the force of my thrusts increased with each stroke, until the sounds of flesh colliding echoed throughout the room. Zhang Yan

still didn't utter a sound, still holding me tightly.

This time, the rhythm was fast. I pressed down on Zhang Yan, not even unbuttoning her top, my hands simply resting

on either side of her head, performing the most simple and primal sexual act, thrusting my hips violently with all my might.

My penis surged inside her, and in less than 10 minutes, I ejaculated, releasing

the semen deep into her body, repeatedly quenching her thirsty clitoris. It lasted

for about half a minute; I could still feel my penis throbbing inside her.

Afterward, I collapsed weakly onto Zhang Yan, panting heavily. Zhang Yan pushed me away,

picked up her underwear from the floor, and quickly ran into the bathroom. As she went, I saw

the white fluid I'd ejaculated inside her, flowing down her thighs to her heels, then dripping

onto the floor.

The satisfaction after ejaculation spread throughout my body, stimulating every cell; this

exhilarating feeling was indescribable. After the brief climax, I finally felt truly exhausted. In just ten

minutes of intense activity, I was drenched in sweat. I noticed the room was incredibly hot; it seemed the air conditioning wasn't on. I

looked around and realized there was no air conditioning in the living room of this rented apartment.

After a long while, Zhang Yan finally came out of the bathroom. I remained motionless, lying naked on the sofa,

my penis limp from ejaculation, my pants still pulled down to my knees.

"I'm tired. I'm going back to my room to rest in bed for a while. Don't follow me," Zhang Yan said with a smile,

walking into the bedroom and about to close the door.

"Why wouldn't I follow?" I said, immediately sitting up, kicking off my pants, and

chasing after her, naked from the waist down, pushing her back into the bedroom.

"Close the door tightly, I'll turn on the air conditioner. Weren't you hot in the living room?" "

Hot? Of course I was hot, look at all the sweat on my body."

"Why don't you go to the bathroom and wash up?"

"No need, the sweat will go away once the air conditioner blows."

After getting into bed, I took off my last shirt, then lewdly looked at Zhang Yan.

Despite her weak and shy resistance, I completely stripped her naked, then

tightly embraced her. We lay on the bed, embracing each other, quietly enjoying the

cool .

"Why are you so wild today?" Zhang Yan said after a moment.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

"I just feel like you're different from before."

"A man should be a wolf in bed," I said.

"Really? How come I never noticed before?"

"Were you uncomfortable on the sofa outside?" "

You're one to talk! How did you ejaculate so much? I washed for ages." "

Wash what? Leave it inside." "

What if you get pregnant?" "

I'll support you if you get pregnant."

"You don't even earn money, how are you going to support me?"

"I..." I wanted to say my family is rich, but I suddenly didn't say it. I felt it was too embarrassing for a man to say

that .

"Doesn't your shoulder hurt?" Zhang Yan placed a small hand on the shoulder she had just bitten and asked me.

"It didn't hurt before, but now that you mention it, it seems to hurt a little."

"It almost bled, of course it hurts!" After Zhang Yan finished speaking, she lovingly

stroked the bite mark a few times with her small hand, then licked the mark with her fragrant lips. While licking, she looked up at

me with her big eyes. Looking at Zhang Yan's tender eyes, I was captivated. At that moment, I gently brought my head close to Zhang Yan's red

lips . Seeing me approach, Zhang Yan involuntarily licked her lips with the tip of her tongue. I

couldn't resist any longer and pressed my hot lips firmly against Zhang Yan's cherry-like, delicate lips.

My other hand wasn't idle either; I took Zhang Yan's small hand and

slowly moved it down my neck, chest, and abdomen, until it reached my penis. I gently stroked my penis and scrotum repeatedly. My penis, which

had been semi-erect, instantly became hard and erect under the gentle stimulation of her small hand

.

We continued to stroke and kiss passionately like this for what seemed like forever before our lips slowly parted.

A thin line of sticky saliva lingered between our lips as we separated.

Before I could even ask, Zhang Yan understood my intention. She sat up, knelt on

the bed, slowly bent down, and placed her head between my legs, taking my erect penis into her mouth

. She took it all in, then spat it out, and repeated

the process… giving me oral sex with great effort.

At this point, I was at the peak of pleasure. The sensation of her tongue licking my penis felt like an electric current, stimulating every part of my body through that point, sending wave after wave of tingling, numb sensations

through my body . After enjoying this for a while, I lifted Zhang Yan's round, white, soft, and full buttocks with both hands, gesturing for her to ride on top of me. Then I placed her entire genitals close to my face. Zhang Yan had just washed in the bathroom and was very clean; there was no unpleasant odor from her genitals. I first inserted my middle finger into her vagina, and she immediately responded, contracting slightly. Zhang Yan let out a soft moan, but she didn't stop, continuing to lick my penis diligently. Then, I began to gently lick around her vagina with the tip of my tongue until her vulva was completely covered in my saliva. I then used my thumbs to separate Zhang Yan's thin labia, revealing her pink and moist vulva, which was exceptionally shiny from the vaginal fluid and my saliva, like glazed red porcelain. My tongue continued to circle around the light red opening, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes heavy, sometimes light. Seeing that Zhang Yan's clitoris was bulging like a pearl, I gently teased it with my tongue. Seeing the clitoris throbbing slightly, I quickly used my lips to hold the base of the clitoris, suspending it in my mouth, and rapidly teased the engorged base with my tongue. "Ah...slower...it's so itchy..." Zhang Yan cried out in pain. I moved my tongue back to the vaginal opening and forcefully inserted it as far as possible into Zhang Yan's vagina, moving it from bottom to top.

Scratching her tender flesh, I began my final assault. Zhang Yan tensed her body, her hips swaying even more

violently. I felt a large amount of fluid seeping out of Zhang Yan's vagina, and the frequency of her vaginal contractions was

increasing.

"I want..." Zhang Yan was now completely aroused. She quickly turned around, straddled me, grabbed my

penis, and forcefully sat on top of me, aiming it at her constantly leaking opening, until my entire

penis was inside her. Then, she placed her hands on my chest and began to move her hips wildly up and down.

This position was one I liked. The only slight drawback was that Zhang Yan's breasts were relatively small,

lacking the alluring sight of large breasts

bouncing .

This position lasted for about 10 minutes. I felt Zhang Yan's strength gradually weaken, and she

changed from riding to crawling on top of me. Zhang Yan had exhausted her strength.

At this moment, I sat up, turned around behind her, pressed her down, and made her kneel on the bed. Then, I forcefully spread Zhang Yan's legs from

behind and thrust my thick penis deep inside, all the way to the end of her vagina.

I let out a long sigh of enjoyment. My penis was completely surrounded by her tight vagina, feeling incredibly comfortable.

I quietly enjoyed this for a while. Seeing that I didn't move, Zhang Yan actively swayed her hips, seeking

the pleasure from the friction with my penis.

Then, I slowly pulled out my penis. Zhang Yan's tight vaginal walls remained tightly wrapped, seemingly unwilling to let

my penis leave. As my penis slowly withdrew, her labia were gradually turned inside out, revealing

the pink flesh inside.

Then, I began to increase the speed of my thrusting. As the speed increased, Zhang Yan's beautiful moans grew louder and

louder. A large amount of sweat mixed with her vaginal fluid flowed from where we were joined, running down Zhang Yan's

buttocks and onto the sheets.

"Xiao Yan, are you enjoying this...?"

"...Chen Lin... um... so good..."

As my penis plunged deep into her again and again, Zhang Yan's whole body began to

spasm violently, and her vagina began to contract intensely. I felt a powerful surge of heat gushing from deep within her

, drenching my glans, sending an unbearable surge of excitement through my entire body.

"Ah... Chen Lin..." With the surge of heat, Zhang Yan raised her head, letting out

a long, heartfelt cry of pleasure towards the ceiling, before her entire front body went limp on the bed, only

her buttocks still held up by my hands.

Zhang Yan climaxed first... I hadn't reached orgasm yet, and I felt a little annoyed. I lifted

Zhang Yan's buttocks and used all my strength for a final thrust. In less than a minute, I felt

I couldn't hold back any longer; my body trembled violently, and a large amount of hot semen shot out. I

ejaculated deep into Zhang Yan's delicate vagina.

It took me a long time to slowly recover from the afterglow of my orgasm. I

slowly pulled my now-soft penis out of Zhang Yan's body, and looking down, I saw a large amount of milky-white, viscous semen

flowing back from Zhang Yan's open vaginal opening, running down her legs and onto the bed, instantly soaking

a large patch of the white sheet.

Her entire genital area was sticky and clumped together, the copious amount of vaginal fluid causing her pubic hair to clump

together . Her labia majora and minora were swollen from engorgement, and her vaginal opening could no longer close.

It contracted rhythmically with her breathing.

By this time, we were both exhausted, lying on the bed like two pools of flesh, and I

didn't even know how I fell asleep. When I woke up, Zhang Yan was no longer beside me. I checked the time; it

was almost 5 o'clock. Zhang Yan's stockings, clothes, and bra were scattered everywhere, beside the bed and on the floor.

On the pristine white sheets, however, were many pale yellow, dried stains. I leaned over and sniffed them;

although dried, the pungent smell of genital secretions was still noticeable. This was

the battlefield after our recent encounter with Zhang Yan.

A moment later, the bedroom door opened, and Zhang Yan, wearing pajamas and drying her wet hair, walked

in.

"You're awake," Zhang Yan said with a smile. "

Yeah, so you went to take a shower. I was wondering why I couldn't see you when I woke up."

After that, we didn't do anything more, just chatted in the room. I brought up the topic again, asking when she would come to my

house. Zhang Yan nestled in my arms and said she would do whatever I said. I thought about it; my dad was coming back next week, so there probably

wouldn't be a chance. I told Zhang Yan, "How about the weekend the day after tomorrow?" Zhang Yan nodded.

We stayed in her bedroom until after 6 PM. We were getting hungry, and I suggested we go downstairs and find a place to

have a big meal , but she said she didn't want to go too far. So we found a restaurant near her apartment complex and ate something quick.

Then we went back to the complex entrance, hailed a taxi, said goodbye to Zhang Yan, and got in,

telling the driver to go to XX University. After the taxi had driven quite a distance, I turned around and saw Zhang Yan still standing at the complex

entrance, looking in my direction.

On the way back to school, I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I suddenly felt that Zhang Yan seemed

different since she came back. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I guessed it was because her father's health had improved,

which had put her in a better mood.

We passed a five-star hotel, and I saw a red Kia parked in front of it, standing out

among a row of black sedans. I remembered Aunt Xiaofang from earlier that day. I pressed my head against

the car window to look closely at the license plate; it really was Liu Fang's car. It seems Aunt Xiaofang is currently at this hotel

. Around noon, Aunt Xiaofang and Zhang Jian and his wife went to the train station to pick up that couple. They

're probably hosting a banquet for them at the hotel now. Their relationship seems quite close; otherwise, they wouldn't have

gone .

On Saturday afternoon after school, I didn't stay at school. I went back to my dorm, grabbed some things, and went straight home.

I got home before 6 pm and happened to see Aunt Chen at the entrance of the complex. Aunt Chen was carrying two large bags of vegetables...

I think I just came back from the market and was chatting with Liu Min, the security guard at the entrance of our community.

Liu Min has only been a security guard in our community for less than six months, but he's already quite well-known because of his

excellent attitude towards residents and his frequent help with carrying things, leaving a very good impression. Liu

Min greeted me when he saw me coming over. Aunt Chen asked why I was back so early, and I said I had nothing

to do , so I came straight home after school. Then I helped Aunt Chen carry a bag, and we went home.

On the way, Aunt Chen told me what dishes we had for dinner and asked if I liked them. She said to

tell , and she would go buy it. I said it didn't matter, I liked all her cooking.

My mother wouldn't arrive until about 7 pm. After the three of us had dinner, I quickly pulled my mother

to sit on the sofa and said I had something important to tell her. My mother smiled and asked what it was, saying that she felt something was off about me during dinner

. I told her that a friend of mine was coming to visit tomorrow, Sunday. Mom

said okay, then asked me what kind of friend I was, whether I was her classmate. I was a little embarrassed to tell her I was her new girlfriend. I was still very nervous

when I said that . "Oh, Linlin, you have a girlfriend now!" Mom shouted in surprise, her voice rising . Even Aunt Chen, who was busy in the kitchen, heard it and peeked out to smile at me. Then Mom continued, "Son, last time I asked you, you lied and said you didn't have one." "Mom, I just got a girlfriend." "Oh... Linlin... do you mean you want me to leave this weekend?" "No, no, no! I wanted to bring her so you could meet her. She was shy about coming to our house, but I told her my mom is really nice and kind, and that's why she agreed. Mom, please don't go out tomorrow." "Okay, son, I won't go out." Then I went back to my bedroom. As soon as I closed the door, I eagerly took out my phone and told Zhang Yan the good news. I told her on the phone that I had already talked to my mom, and she was very happy to hear that. She invited Zhang Yan to our house tomorrow. Zhang Yan asked me what time I was coming, and I told her to wait for me at home tomorrow morning, and I would pick her up. About half an hour later, Mom knocked on my door. "Linlin, are you resting?" Mom said. "No, Mom, come in." I immediately shut down the game I was playing because I didn't want my mom to see me playing online games and ruin my good image in her eyes. Mom came in and gently closed the door, then went straight to my bed and sat down. I asked her what was wrong . Mom smiled and said, "I wanted to chat with you, son. You left in a hurry in the living room, and I have so much to tell you." Then, like she was conducting a census, Mom bombarded me with questions about Zhang Yan, such as, "Where is she from?" "How old is she?" "How did you two meet?" "What does she do now?" and many other questions about Zhang Yan, asking me for a full 20 minutes, to which I answered each one. After asking about Zhang Yan, Mom asked me how far things had progressed between us. Hearing her ask this, I really didn't know how to answer. Should I tell her that I had had sex with Zhang Yan, and more than once? How could I bring myself to say that? "What's wrong, Linlin? Are you embarrassed to answer? Is there anything you're embarrassed to say to your mother?" "I... " "Never mind, Linlin. Don't always be so shy when you're dating girls. You need to be more outgoing , okay?" "Okay." "Linlin, do you have any pictures of those girls? Let Mom see them." I nodded, then took out my phone and went to my mother. I found many and showed them to her one by one. My mother nodded as she looked at them. Although she didn't praise Zhang Yan's beauty, she kept smiling. During this time, I noticed my mother repeatedly bending down and massaging her ankles with her hands. I asked, " Mom, are your feet uncomfortable?" Mom said, "It's nothing, just a little sore. This afternoon, I went out to meet a client and walked a long way in high heels." Oh, that explains it. No wonder I saw Mom coming back wearing flat shoes and carrying her high heels in her handbag. I quickly said, "Mom, put your feet on the bed, I'll massage them for you." "No need, son, I just came to chat with you for a bit. I'll go back to my room, take a shower, and massage them myself on the bed." I didn't listen to Mom. I turned around, grabbed on the floor next to the bed where Mom was sitting, and sat on it, facing her long legs, insisting on massaging her. "Okay, okay, it's rare to see my son being so filial today," Mom said with a smile. Then Mom pulled her white dress up a little, lifted her right leg, and placed it on the edge of the bed. She then placed her hands on the skirt between her legs. In that instant, I caught a glimpse of her red panties hidden beneath . It was just a fleeting glance; I quickly looked away, embarrassed. "Son, massage Mom's ankles," Mom instructed me. "Okay," I nodded, then placed my hands on Mom's right ankle. She was wearing light gray stockings; they were very thin and felt smooth and comfortable to the touch. I gently massaged around her ankle with my fingertips. "Linlin, this seems to be the first time you've given Mom a massage." "Mom, if you're tired from work during the day, I'll massage you every night when you get home." "You still have to go to school, where will you find the time?" "Then I'll come home and stay every night." "Silly child, coming home every day, wouldn't that interfere with your studies? Mom knows you have this filial piety, Mom..."

"I'm so happy.

" "Mom, does this massage feel good?"

"Mmm!

" As a son, massaging my mother is perfectly normal, but facing her

alluring feet in light gray stockings, the more I massaged, the more nervous I became, and my heart pounded even harder. At

first I was focused on how much pressure to apply to ease the soreness in her ankles and make

her feel better, but now my mind was a jumbled mess, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

As I massaged, I felt my face getting closer and closer to my mother's feet. I could smell the

unique fragrance emanating from her feet, a scent that wafted into my nostrils, stimulating

my male desire and making my breathing rapid.

At this moment, hazy hallucinations began to appear in my mind. I remembered lying on

the bed like this, holding Zhang Yan's delicate feet clad in stockings,

licking every inch of her skin with my wet tongue until my saliva covered her entire foot, and Zhang Yan even

let out beautiful moans in response to me. Then I fantasized about scenes from adult videos, where men grab

women's sexy stockinged feet and rub them against their penises, finally ejaculating streams

of semen onto the stockings.

At this moment, Mom suddenly reached out her right hand and placed it on my head, lingering for a moment before

slowly sliding her hand down to my face, gently stroking it.

"Linlin has really grown up," Mom murmured to herself.

The instant Mom's hand touched my head, my body suddenly shivered, a very comfortable

shiver, followed by a tingling, numbing pleasure throughout my body.

At that moment, I looked up at my mother and met her gentle gaze.

"Okay, Linlin, stop massaging. My foot doesn't hurt anymore."

"Linlin?" My mother called again when I didn't respond.

"Oh...Mom..." I snapped out of my daze and quickly released my hands, which had somehow moved to my mother's

calves.

"Linlin, get some rest. Mom's going back to her room." My mother stood up from the bed and hurriedly

left my bedroom.

Watching my mother's departing figure, I wanted to call out "Mom," but I couldn't bring myself to say it.

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