【The Young Women of the Central Bank】(Continued) (2.6) Author: Jiang Xiaomei

Author: Jiang Xiaomei
Word Count: 4210

Chapter Two: A Woman Dresses Up for Her Beloved 6.

Zhao Ying didn't know how much time had passed before she opened her eyes. She saw layers upon layers of white curtains on the ceiling, undulating like
waves , and because they were as thin as cicada wings, they resembled drifting clouds. This dreamlike and beautiful night
filled Zhao Ying with joy. She simply grabbed a champagne bottle and, without using a glass, drank it straight from the bottle
like .

Zhao Ying had drunk many fine wines, but she had always thought champagne wasn't wine. This sudden sip, however, tasted wonderful, and
her head felt a little dizzy. She found a warm towel and pressed it to her forehead. Seeing an inconspicuous button not far away,
she casually pressed it, and a miracle occurred. The cloud-like curtains above her slowly closed, revealing a
transparent dome-shaped tempered glass ceiling. At that moment, the stars embedded in the blue sky seemed to wink at her.

"My God!" Zhao Ying's mouth remained open for a full minute. It turned out the bathroom was built on the rooftop.
Just as she was staring in disbelief, Ying Cheng entered. Zhao Ying hurriedly submerged herself in the foamy
water . "A gentleman doesn't peep at women bathing," she said. Ying Cheng laughed heartily, "I'm not a gentleman."

Zhao Ying pleaded, "Just leave for a moment, I'll be fine." "Okay, okay," he agreed, and left
the bathroom. Only then did Zhao Ying emerge from the bath, dripping wet. She applied some night cream to her face and hand cream to her hands.
As she stepped out of the bathroom, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and smoothed her hair, which was sticking to her face with sweat
.

Ying Cheng casually lay in a black leather chair, an appreciative smile on his lips. He saw her wearing a pink
satin nightgown that was tight but not constricting, highlighting her full breasts and the beautiful waist between her prominent hips,
so slender and soft it seemed one could encircle it with one hand. And then there was her delicate pink face, smiling brightly, revealing a pair of shallow
dimples .

Then she walked towards him, stopping a meter away, her gaze focused. She
looked at him with curiosity, as if trying to read his mind. He stood up, his hand stroking her
long, smooth hair, and she felt her whole body relax under his touch.

Then his hands moved to her shoulders and arms, so gently, as if he were only
touching . She felt her hair stand on end, a ticklish, yearning sensation on her skin. This feeling
intoxicated her; his hands were skillful. He only lightly touched her nipple through the nightgown, and
instantly it hardened, yearning for his sucking, yearning for his teeth.

She felt a wetness between her legs, a warm current seeping out. He then gently moved his hands to her
buttocks , tracing its rounded curves towards her thighs. Their lips almost touched; she could
feel the heat of his body, and she smelled the irresistible masculine scent emanating from him, her mouth dry.

Ying Cheng was barefoot, his white silk Tang-style shirt loosely draped, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, collar wide open.
His hair cascaded loosely over his shoulders. He waited, trying to remain calm and composed,
his grey eyes meeting her gaze. She slid down to kneel before him, her head against his stomach; she
could almost feel his heavy breathing.

He pulled out his penis and placed it to her lips, pressing the large glans against her full lips. The glans was
hot, sliding along her lips, outlining their mature, full shape,
exploring within her slightly parted mouth. Finally, she opened her mouth, her tongue pressing against the eager penis.

His hand holding the penis paused for a moment; she opened her eyes wide, as if trying to
ignite them with her fiery gaze. She licked the glans, then closed her lips and took it in. She pressed her lips together tightly, her teeth gently
biting the glans. Ying Cheng smiled knowingly as he watched her small, sharp teeth, white as shattered jade, bite down on his
glans.

Her tongue was also busy, nimbly playing with it like a snake, tapping, caressing, and enveloping it,
its movements varied, unpredictable, and wildly unrestrained. She could feel his effort to control himself, lost
in her play with his penis. She swallowed the glans again. "Touch me!" she whispered tenderly,
displaying her unique charm. "Touch me!"

His fingers ran through her hair, sometimes messing it up, sometimes straightening it,
until finally, he left it disheveled and wild, like it had been permed. Then, she released
his penis; it was still thick and hard, a few glistening droplets still clinging to the glans, shimmering like
pearls . Was it his semen? she wondered wildly, or perhaps her saliva?

She removed her robe and lay naked on the bed, her eyes bright and sparkling, her bright red,
slightly pursed lips. He covered her, his penis trembling between her
legs, guided by her fingers. She twisted slightly, allowing his hard penis to easily enter her
, her buttocks pressing forward, feeling his thing bumping against her stomach. She leaned back
until it forcefully pushed into her alluring cavern.

She tensed the muscles inside her vagina, as if she could feel the soft walls tightly gripping a
silk- rod, her insides biting down on the deeply buried penis like a baby suckling. Her body
arched against him more violently and firmly, and he penetrated deeper and deeper. Then his erect penis pounded and
thrust , driving her, filling her completely.

He withdrew again, teasing her with the head of his penis at the entrance of her wet vagina. Zhao Ying lay sprawled on her back
, fully enjoying the pleasure a man's penis brought her. A large
mirror . In the mirror, she saw their bodies, and even more so, admired the man as he thrust into her
, his undulating buttocks captivating her with the muscles of his back and his shapely legs.

His body in the mirror obscured hers, and she shifted beneath him
to see . He withdrew his penis, lowered himself, and pressed his lips to her breasts, tasting one
nipple after another, his head bobbing back and forth. Her breasts looked beautiful in the mirror, her nipples erect,
licked a rose-red hue.

She felt his warm, wet lips move intermittently, gliding over her abdomen, her navel, and then her
soft, moist petals. She watched everything from the mirror; the man's head lowered further, the woman spread her legs wider...
He opened it wider. His tongue licked her pubic hair, then slid down to her smooth, hidden labia.

Watching this performance by two seemingly strangers in the mirror only intensified her uncontrollable pleasure.
His tongue found her clitoris and gently licked it with the tip, his touch as soft as a woman's, and
she felt waves of arousal ripple across her labia. Then, a different animal image appeared in the mirror:
a woman's body, legs spread wide, a man arching over her, his head buried
between her thighs. She squinted, admiring.

As she watched, she gradually lost control, her consciousness blurring. She was immersed in
the waves of pleasure his tongue brought her. He inserted his fingers into her vagina, finding it wet inside. Her vagina gripped his
fingers tightly, and he continued to penetrate, feeling the vaginal walls and the moist opening.

He felt her tremble, then inserted a second finger, then a third, while his tongue
skillfully clung to her clitoris. His fingers were long and soft, swirling and teasing inside her vagina
… Although Zhao Ying wasn't used to being played with like this by a man, the sensation was undeniably exquisite
.

Not content with just his fingers, Zhao Ying slid off his body, pushed him down onto the bed, and
straddled him. His penis stood erect, trembling. She wrapped her fingers tightly around it,
rubbing . No man could resist her manipulation; he arched his back, thrusting his hips, raising his penis even higher.

The mirror reflected her disheveled hair, her voluptuous, snow-white body, her high
breasts and erect nipples; she was captivated by the erotic image she presented in the mirror, tilting her head back,
spreading her legs, and inserting the thick, hard, red penis into her.

She sighed deeply, watching her body engulf the man's penis in the mirror.
She then lowered herself further, pushing it even deeper. She shook her body frantically, sometimes leaning back,
sometimes forward, feeling the thing writhing and swelling inside her. She saw the woman in the mirror
gracefully straddling a man, trembling wildly.

The man's hands grasped her nipples, kneading them, his long, slender, brown-haired fingers deftly
flicking her erect nipples. She pressed her body forward, finding that this allowed his pubic hair to
rub against her clitoris. He saw the woman's buttocks swaying faster and faster, more and more frantically, as if she were going mad, and he
was also growling softly beneath her, unable to resist grabbing her buttocks, begging her to slow down.

"Slow down," he whispered, "that way I'll come sooner."

His words seemed to remind her, and a thought flashed through her mind: I will let him experience my
skills , let him know how a mature woman pleases a man, she will prove her charm and worth in this way.
The woman in the mirror smiled, she changed to grinding against him, letting him enjoy the warmth and wetness inside her.

With her eyes half-open, she deliberately ignored his needs and desires, ceasing
to stimulate , yet not completely abandoning him. She intentionally caressed him, teased him, and provoked him,
keeping his penis firmly erect, teetering on the edge of excitement, preventing him from reaching his climax.

He groaned heavily, once, twice, repeatedly. This suspiciously painful
sound surrounded and embraced her, a surge of excitement engulfing her, making her even more fervent and agitated.
Zhao Ying felt the joy of a victor, the triumph of a conqueror, which made her acutely aware that her
labia were swollen and engorged with blood, her body unconsciously approaching orgasm.

She let the boiling heat surge through her body, finally converging in her lower abdomen, the torrent of pleasure
crashing over her, igniting her burning desire—a desire that both tormented and captivated her. Violently, restlessly,
unrestrainedly, frantically, she couldn't control herself, completely immersed in extreme excitement. She was intoxicated,
letting desire drive her, until she sensed his climax was imminent, he was about to burn, about to explode.

His excitement infected her, gently caressing her. As her muscles contracted and tensed in response, she
willingly amplified this pleasure. She slowed the pace of her movements, altered the pressure on her body, even
changed her emotions; she wanted to restrain the impending flood of desire, to manipulate him, to make him
hesitate on the edge of climax, to prevent him from freely venting his restless passion.

Both mentally and physically, Zhao Ying's actions were enough to make him both happy and sad,
unable to stop ; the feeling was sudden, intense, and unbearable. This woman knew perfectly well how to tease
him, manipulate him, stimulate him; she could play him like a puppet. She sensed him struggling on the edge of extreme arousal
. He needed to relax, he needed release. He maintained his excited posture, awaiting that ecstatic
moment .

He roared loudly, thrusting his pelvis violently, as if stabbing. He searched painfully
, anticipating her lips, her limbs. He needed skin-to-skin contact, the friction of their bodies, until
a tantalizing desire rose within him, releasing the fierce, fiery, wild pent-up lust.

"Want to do it again!" she whispered, her smile warm, her rosy lips
captivating . He knew this was the radiant glow of a woman who had been satisfied, savoring the thrilling,
intoxicating pleasure they had just experienced. She had succeeded; she had won. He had never felt such intense
desire before, the ecstasy of his orgasm. He knew he had been conquered by this woman of boundless charm.

Zhao Ying was smug about her victory, her success. She felt she had his desire firmly
under her control; the torrent of passion that had surged earlier had subsided, and the uncontrollable turmoil had
miraculously calmed down. "Don't go back tonight, stay here with me," he
said, looking at her tenderly and affectionately. She thought his eyes were almost overflowing with love.

"My sister will scold me," Zhao Ying said coquettishly, leaning down to kiss his
cheek with her still-smiling lips. He pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "Your sister is already dizzy from being hit with stones, she can't care about you."

"You know my sister very well," Zhao Ying said casually. He confessed, "Your sister used to be my lover,
but you're even more seductive than her."

"You're getting a good deal and still acting innocent! Neither of us sisters can escape your clutches!" Zhao Ying laughed wantonly.
This caused her breasts to tremble violently, her delicate, milky-white skin to glow with a shimmering pink, and the lingering
blush on her face made her appear even more radiant.

[To be continued]

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