A final cup of wine to savor the remaining joy

"Are you really leaving tomorrow?" He lay in the steaming bathtub, and I sat on his lap, my head resting on his shoulder, asking softly.

He didn't answer, but instead put his arm around my shoulder, letting it fall to my chest, his long, nimble fingers caressing the bright red nipples soaked in the hot water.

I sighed softly, knowing my question was unnecessary. More than a year of planning and effort—wasn't this the moment we'd been waiting for?

We didn't speak, only the splashing of my legs against the water's surface, the silence carrying a hint of sadness and awkwardness.

"What, you don't want me to leave?" He chuckled dryly, breaking the silence.

"What can I do if I don't want to?" I was lost in the sadness of parting, picking up a peach petal that had just fallen into the water. "I'm like this peach blossom, drifting with the current, until spring ends and the flowers fall, leaving no trace of my former glory."

“

Actually, I’m reluctant to leave too,” his fingers stiffened slightly. “If it weren’t for that bald toad relentlessly pressing me, wouldn’t I want to stay here and elope with you?” This sounded a bit like a hero being overcome by sentimentality. I suddenly realized this wasn’t the time to say such things.

I straightened up, turned around, brushed away the condensation in my eyes, and looked at him face to face.

“Even heroes can’t resist the charms of a beautiful woman,” I said in an icy tone. “Has this gentle haven here truly worn down your ambition?” He paused for a moment, then his gaze cleared again. “How could that be, Ah Feng? You’re no ordinary woman; you know my heart.” He smiled and pulled me into his arms again. “It’s all your fault. You arranged a peach blossom bath for us; how could I resist the temptation? It’s already winter, and I don’t know where you got these peach blossom petals.” I breathed a sigh of relief and teased him in a resentful tone, "You're so cunning, I'm just a pawn in your game of feigning madness and hiding from the world." "That was true when I first met you," he said, his hand roaming freely over my chest, his words a confession of his true feelings. "But now, without your help, this elaborate scheme of feigning illness and suffering wouldn't have worked. You're not a pawn, you're my confidante, my comrade." He then pinched my breast hard, "and the woman I love most.

"

My nose stung, and I struggled to hold back tears. With those words, all the fear and suffering I'd endured over the past year felt worthwhile.

"Thanks to your wake-up call," he said self-deprecatingly, "even heroes are often swayed by their own emotions." “Being sentimental doesn’t necessarily make you less of a hero,” I said, taking his hand and placing it between my own. “You have me in your heart, your wife, and four hundred million compatriots, which is why you did this heroic act. But in some people’s eyes, it’s foolish.

”

“It doesn’t matter if I’m foolish, but it’s because I’ve caused you to suffer.”

My tears finally streamed down my face, thankfully unnoticed by him in the steamy bathtub.

“I’m fine,” I said, forcing myself to remain calm, “but it’s your wife who, to play her part in this drama of favoring a prostitute over her husband, didn’t hesitate to go to court, even earning a reputation for being unvirtuous.” “Yes,” he sighed, “I’m so fortunate to have met you two women in my life.” “However,” he hesitated, “I’ve sent her and the old lady back to their hometown in Hunan; they’re safe. But you, I’m afraid they’ll come looking for trouble after I’m gone.” If things get really bad, all they can do is hang themselves. But I couldn't tell him that. "I'm just a prostitute you used. I don't know anything. Why would they bother me?" Seeing his brows still furrowed, I quickly changed the subject. "Once you leave, I'll close the door and refuse all customers until you come back." "Thirteenth Sister will let you go?" he asked with concern.

"Thirteenth Sister is a very loyal person. Besides, I've earned quite a bit for her over the years. It's only right and wrong that she wouldn't allow it." "Haha, Thirteenth Sister will hate me now." He finally laughed, a very happy laugh.

"No, she admires you a lot." I curled up in his arms, reached into the water, and pulled his manhood from under me, rubbing it in my palm. "It's just that I don't know how long it will be before I see you. I'll be lonely." "Then I'll just satisfy you completely," he said enthusiastically. "Tonight, we'll be Japanese." "Japanese?" "A new joke, no wonder you don't know it," he whispered in my ear, "My Japanese name is 'One Night Seven Times'." "You're going to die, how could you say that?" I said, my face burning red, "Aren't you afraid of being overheard?" I immediately burst out laughing. This was a VIP room at the Six Nations Hotel, not a noisy brothel, so there was no need to worry about being overheard.

"You picked a good place," he said, as expected, "I'm not afraid of being heard even if I shout myself hoarse." "If you didn't come here, how could you leave?" "Yes, I didn't expect that Toad's henchman, that newly appointed chief of the Shaanxi Lane Eight Great Hutongs Police Station, Coyote, to be so capable. He kept a close eye on me and Ren Gong's acquaintances. If it weren't for your help, I really wouldn't have been able to get out." "It's also a coincidence. My godbrother Mao Mao happens to be working as a servant here. Tomorrow morning, he will take you out through the back door. Just around the corner is Dongjiaomin Lane." He always brings those foreign devils to the Six Nations Hotel to sneak off to meet the girls in the courtyard. He knows the way so well, he definitely won't be discovered by the spies. However, he can only take you there; he can't do anything more than that. 'Once we get to the embassy district, I'll have a plan.'

'How do you plan to get there?' '

Ah Feng,' he hesitated for a moment, 'knowing too much won't do you any good.' 'I need to know.' I said firmly, 'What you just said, I'm not an ordinary woman.' 'It was my fault; I shouldn't have kept it from you.' He took my hand and squeezed it hard. 'Secretary Mu from the embassy, you've met him. I arranged to meet him in the embassy district.' 'Secretary Mu, is that the one who came to drink with the girls last time and flirted with Thirteen Sister?' "Yes, it's him, the guy who's known for his electrifying gaze," he said, a smile playing on his lips. "He bought me a ship ticket from Tianjin to Japan for tomorrow noon, and he'll personally take me to Qianmen Station to catch the 5 a.m. diplomatic train to Tianjin. Once I'm on the ship, they won't be able to do anything to me." "I understand," I nodded. "I just need to keep the spies here occupied until tomorrow noon, and I'll be all set." "Right? Is it difficult?" "

No problem. When Mao Mao brings you back, I'll have him bring breakfast to your room. Then if anyone asks, he can say you're still in your room. At noon, I'll call downstairs and tell them to go to Yueshengzhai to buy braised beef." "Go to the Six Nations Hotel to call the spies from Yueshengzhai? How did you even come up with that?" "That's why they'll definitely tell this ridiculous story as news. Even the dumbest spy at the door will find out you're still here." "Haha, brilliant, truly brilliant." He suddenly stood up from the bathtub, put one arm around my waist and the other under my legs, lifting me up in his arms. "After tomorrow, the sky's the limit. Making love in the bathtub is too stifling; I need to find a spacious place with open skies and a vast ocean." Without drying himself, he carried me, dripping wet, out of the bathroom, circled the suite, and finally placed me on the large carpet in the center of the living room.

"Here it is," he lay down beside me. "Later, I'll take you back to Hunan, and we'll make love on the top of Yuelu Mountain." I closed my eyes, letting his passionate kisses fall on my face, neck, and chest. His tongue circled my navel a few times before moving down, lingering on my pubic hair.

"How can this be?" I exclaimed in surprise, struggling to sit up and try to stop him.

"You lie still," he said gently but firmly. "I owe you so much this past year; today, let me serve you properly." Touched, I said nothing more and lay down as he instructed, spreading my legs and letting him do as he pleased.

He cupped his lips and sucked on my clitoris, his tongue quickly and gently stroking the inside. Already aroused, I was instantly swept away by his teasing, panting softly. He continued to stimulate my clitoris with his fingers, his soft, nimble tongue slipping through my already opened vulva and penetrating deep inside.

I screamed wildly, feeling my entire body soar to the clouds, an indescribable pleasure coursing through my body.

In a hazy dream, I felt as if I were on a seven-colored cloud, beneath a peach tree. He sat upright, playing the zither, a feather fan in his hand, while I played the se in harmony, a piece called "The Phoenix Seeks Its Mate."

"A hero at twenty, a mediocre man at thirty," were the words I uttered when I first met him.

The music changed, becoming majestic like Mount Tai, vast like rivers, a piece called "High Mountains and Flowing Water." He hunched over his desk, writing furiously

, "I do not believe that beauties are destined for tragedy; since ancient times, chivalrous women have emerged from the dust of the world," ink dripping from his writing.

"High mountains and flowing water, true friends are hard to find," he said, pulling me tightly into his arms, "Suddenly turning around, I find myself in the dim light." Suddenly, I felt a tightening in my lower body. I didn't know when it had happened, but the softness of my fingers had returned to its hardness, my tongue had retreated, and the gentleness had been replaced by the strength of the body. His iron-hard penis had entered my body, a mighty army, invincible, reaching the deepest part of my core.

The music changed again, filled with the sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses.

He stood impeccably in military uniform on the reviewing stand, facing thousands of elite soldiers, the stars on his shoulders gleaming.

"We, a small force, are fighting against the whole, knowing it's hopeless, but rather die a gruesome death than live a life of surrender. This uprising is not about victory, but about the dignity of four hundred million people." His words resonated powerfully, shaking the heavens.

Under his relentless onslaught, my vision blurred, my blood boiled, surging through my body, my entire being trembling uncontrollably, one climax after another, endlessly, seemingly reaching eternity.

"Knock...knock, knock," I was awakened by a soft knock on the door, one long knock followed by two short ones—the pre-arranged signal with Mao Mao. I found myself in bed, and as I opened my eyes, in the first rays of morning light filtering through the curtains, I saw a tall, slender figure standing at the head of the bed. My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately closed my eyes, pretending to be fast asleep. He leaned down and gently kissed my forehead. My nose stung, but I forced myself to stay still.

"Ah Feng, take care," he whispered, whether to himself or knowing I was faking sleep, I couldn't tell. He turned abruptly, paused, and resolutely left.

When I heard the door close, I couldn't hold back any longer. I threw off the covers, jumped out of bed, and rushed barefoot to the door, but dared not open it. I pressed my face against the door, listening to the fading footsteps outside. I couldn't hold on any longer; my legs went weak, and I slowly collapsed to the floor, two streams of tears streaming down my face.

(Word count: 7014

) [The End]

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/170572.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=170572&aspx=1

Previous Page : Solving their sexual needs with the woman next door

Next Page : Driver and beautiful woman

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

A final cup of wine to savor the remaining joy

comment Open a new window to view comments