Jealousy of a mature woman's promiscuity

Tao Ming kissed and caressed Pang Ying amidst her beautiful surroundings. His tongue, like a nimble hand, seemed to be playing a piano, producing beautiful notes under his skillful technique.
Tao Ming continued his performance, his head nestled between her legs, facing that beautiful, rose-like entrance, unsure how to open it. He wanted to use the most sacred thing to open it. So he used his tongue, for the tongue was the best weapon; wherever it touched, it ignited a flame of desire, making her unable to resist, gazing at the chaotic, disordered peach blossom garden before her. Tao Ming stared intently, his pupils widening as if he had discovered a treasure. He tentatively slipped his tongue inside, and Pang Ying let out a soft moan, as if encouraging him to continue, and he became lost in its wonder.
Pang Ying let out a hysterical, high-pitched moan, like a passionate piano symphony playing in the hotel room. The melody was gentle and stirring, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, like a babbling brook, sometimes a raging storm. Sometimes tender, sometimes soaring, sometimes surging, sometimes gentle. A refined melody was reaching its climax.
Tao Ming sensed the strange aroma in the Peach Blossom Cave, an aroma that couldn't be expressed in words; it was a unique flavor experienced only through the fusion of mouth and heart.
Only love can make one not despise the other, even their filth becomes a sacred feast for the lover.
A fragrant scent wafted from the flowers, reaching Tao Ming's mouth. He had never tasted such a strange flavor before, and he was intoxicated by this delicacy, as if he had become a seasoned chef, savoring the dish's deliciousness. Delicious.
Pang Ying's body writhed, twisting like a snake, displaying the wantonness of a harlot. But she was different from a harlot, for she was savoring the nectar of love and the burning of desire. She was like a bundle of dry tinder, ignited by his blazing fire.
Pang Ying eagerly pulled at Tao Ming, gesturing for him to come up to her, for she could no longer bear the burning; she needed a clear spring to extinguish the raging flames.
Tao Ming, however, seemed not to have tasted enough of the delicacy and did not follow her wishes, which made her somewhat impatient, pulling him forcefully.
Tao Ming wandered through the chaotic, lush peach orchard, browsing. Lost in the exotic flowers and plants, he was like a lost child, lingering in the natural beauty, carefree and content.
Pang Ying, like a patient suffering from an illness, trembled all over, pressing his head down forcefully, groaning incessantly, as if trying to scream her throat dry.
This sound was something Tao Ming particularly loved; it stirred him, making him even more arrogant. Like a thirsty man finally finding a spring, he greedily drank in, unable to even lift his head.
Pang Ying was tormented by him until her bones were weak and her flesh was limp, powerless and delicate. Her eyes were glazed, and her body convulsed as she endured it. After a long period of caressing, Tao Ming finally raised his head and gazed at Pang Ying. The naked Pang Ying quieted down, looking at Tao Ming tenderly, her large eyes sparkling. Tao Ming's mouth and nose were moistened by the hormones within her, and a strange, floral fragrance wafted to his nostrils, making him restless and unable to control himself. Pang Ying waited
for him to give her even more, her heart blooming with joy. Tao Ming looked at the infinitely beautiful Pang Ying, his heart fluttering with desire and his passion surging. He mounted his horse, brandished his sword, and began to fight her.
Tao Ming easily entered her body, without any resistance, like an undefended city. He moved in and out effortlessly, for Pang Ying's heart had long been open to him. Tao Ming was like a small boat sailing into her vast harbor; the surging waters brought him immense pleasure. He felt a thrilling, exhilarating sensation, as if he had suddenly entered paradise. His heart raced. He used all his strength to conquer the woman before him, a woman brimming with desire.
Tao Ming was so caught up in his excitement that he forgot to control himself. He and Pang Ying reached orgasm simultaneously upon penetration, screaming hysterically, oblivious to everyone else.
While they were making love in their ecstasy, Hua Juan was attacked by a black-faced assailant. She called Tao Ming for help, but his phone was switched off. Had his phone been on, the subsequent tragedy would not have occurred.
Liu Meili failed to become manager, and she was unwilling to give up. She tried desperately to please Peng Chuanwei. Peng Chuanwei saw this and remembered it. In truth, he disliked women who sacrificed themselves for profit. He preferred women of pure innocence.
“Meili, come with me,”
Wu Dou met Liu Meili in the corridor. Actually, Wu Dou was at the company because there were still coal mines there that needed his attention.
“What is it, Brother Wu?”
Liu Meili stopped and gazed at Wu Dou.
“Let’s talk in my office.”
Wu Dou led the way, and Liu Meili followed behind, her high heels making a crisp, pleasant sound on the floor. It warmed Wu Dou’s heart.
“Meili, I’ve noticed you’ve been distant lately.”
After they sat down in Wu Dou’s office, Wu Dou asked directly, “Have you found someone else?”
“Brother Wu, how can you talk like that?”
Liu Meili said coquettishly. “What new love? That’s an awful thing to say.”
As Wu Dou approached her, Liu Meili cautiously moved back. “Brother Wu, what are you doing?”
“I’m doing you,”
Wu Dou said fiercely, grabbing Liu Meili’s skirt.
Liu Meili, dressed in a black short skirt, her snow-white, plump thighs peeked out from beneath the fabric, teasingly looking around.
"Brother Wu, please stop,"
Liu Meili pleaded.
"You're the one who provoked me,"
Wu Dou said, slipping his hand under her skirt and groping her roughly, causing Liu Meili considerable pain. She couldn't help but groan in agony.
Liu Meili obediently let him tug at her, trying to appease him. "Brother Wu, be gentle, you're hurting me,"
Wu Dou said, seemingly unconcerned. In reality, he was deliberately pinching and squeezing her hard to vent his frustration of the past few days.
"Brother Wu, did you hear me?"
Liu Meili dared not provoke Wu Dou, knowing his ruthlessness and cruelty; she tried to appease him to avoid being taken advantage of.
"I like it this way."
Wu Dou pinched and kneaded her date-like nipples hard, causing Liu Meili to scream incessantly. These screams stimulated Wu Dou's nerves; he even liked the sound. Therefore, his hands didn't soften despite Liu Meili's pleas; instead, they became even more brazen.
Liu Meili's black dress was slowly being pulled down, gradually revealing her alluring figure. It was the figure he had torn apart with his hands.
"Meili, don't think that Peng Chuanwei is the only one who calls the shots here,"
Wu Dou said as he pulled down her dress. "I'm the general manager here. Without my approval, everything is in vain, do you understand?"
Liu Meili seemed to understand that Wu Dou was treating her this way because he was jealous of Peng Chuanwei. It seemed this man cared about her quite a bit. Liu Meili felt a little grateful; women only care whether a man cares about them, even if that man is a heinous villain, she will still feel grateful.
"Brother Wu, who dares to threaten your authority?"
Liu Meili flattered. "I know what kind of person Brother Wu is, and I know your reputation. In this city, you are the boss."
Wu Dou began unbuttoning Liu Meili's skirt, but Liu Meili tried to protect herself. "Brother Wu, please don't do this, okay?"
"How so?"
Wu Dou asked. "Have you really fallen for Lao Peng? You won't even let me touch you anymore?"
"No,"
Liu Meili frantically tugged at her miniskirt, which Wu Dou had torn open, "Don't try to guess, okay?"
"Meili, you're different from before,"
Wu Dou said. "You've changed. You've been conquered by that old man's power, not by his body."
"Brother Wu, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Liu Meili said coquettishly.
Wu Dou stopped arguing with her. He forcefully pulled open her miniskirt, revealing her alluring body, which aroused Wu Dou's lust. He couldn't remove Liu Meili's green lace bra, not because he didn't want to, but because it was difficult. Liu Meili kept fidgeting, making him flustered and unable to get it off.
Wu Dou simply left it on, but he couldn't remove her lace panties, which made him very anxious.
"Meili, are you deliberately preventing me from seeing?"
Wu Dou said, somewhat angrily.
"It's broad daylight, and there are so many people coming and going,"
Liu Meili said evasively. "Let's wait until tonight, okay?"
Wu Dou forcefully lifted her smooth legs, and Liu Meili couldn't help but let out a scream. Wu Dou took the opportunity to grab her underwear and pull it down.
Liu Meili was shocked. "Brother Wu, you can't do this!"
Liu Meili covered her lower body with her hands. Wu Dou was puzzled by Liu Meili's actions. He knew every inch of her skin like the back of his hand. What was wrong with her today? Why was she putting on a show in front of him, covering her private parts? It was incomprehensible.
Wu Dou roughly removed her hands and carefully examined her private parts. Could she be sick? This thought flashed through Wu Dou's mind.
Impossible, this couldn't be. Then why wouldn't she let him see? This question puzzled him.
"Are you sick?"
Wu Dou asked, pressing his gaze against her lower body.
Liu Meili kept her legs tightly closed, blocking his desire to look deeper. She glared at Wu Dou and retorted, "You're the one who's sick! Why do you think of me like that? Really!"
Seeing Liu Meili's displeasure, Wu Dou confirmed she wasn't sick; otherwise, she wouldn't be so self-righteous. Why wouldn't she let him? It wasn't their first time.
Liu Meili still covered her private parts with her hands, not revealing a single opening. Wu Dou found her puzzling. He removed her hands, but they were strong, making it difficult for him.
They were currently entangled on the sofa. Wu Dou wanted to take her to the bed in the inner room, but Liu Meili wouldn't allow it, making things very difficult for him.
Liu Meili struggled with Wu Dou; she didn't want him to penetrate her anymore because she had grown tired of him these past few days. Since Wu Dou had been directing this whole charade with Peng Chuanwei, and now he was turning around and blaming her, Liu Meili despised this kind of hypocrite.
When his attempt to force Liu Meili failed, he became anxious and sweaty, then flew into a rage. He grabbed Liu Meili's hair and slapped her repeatedly, making her see stars. Her ears rang and her face burned.
"You fucking pretend with me, you bitch,"
Wu Dou cursed. "Slut..."

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