Borrowing Seeds ~~Gold Edition Complete Collection

As dawn broke, the bustling metropolis began to come alive again, unfolding a vibrant new day. "Boom..." The first subway train pulled into Diamond Hill Station in Kowloon, its deep rumble rising from the ground, waking Shiwei. She wearily sat up, her eyes still heavy with sleep. Having slept poorly all night, tossing and turning in a state between dreaming and waking, any slight noise or vibration would startle her awake.

For some reason, she'd had an inexplicable sense of unease for the past two days, a suffocating, listless feeling before a storm, a general feeling of discomfort. But she couldn't quite pinpoint what was wrong. Looking away at her sleeping husband, Gangsheng, who was fast asleep beside her, she was too tired to wake him. She quietly got up and went to the bathroom, tidied her hair in front of the mirror, and washed her face with cold water, which made her feel a little more awake.

As usual, she prepared breakfast in the kitchen and then went to wake her husband. Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her husband sleeping like a log, a feeling of pity welled up inside her: his work at the company was truly exhausting. Since the company moved its production line to the mainland last year, he had been incredibly busy. Not only did he have to manage the company's orders, but he also had to go back to the Dongguan branch factory two or three days a week to oversee production. Every time he returned to Hong Kong, he was completely exhausted. Last night, I brought home some unfinished documents from the company, and by the time I finished typing them up, it was already past 3 a.m. Then today I have to deliver those documents to the mainland. No wonder he's so tired, working so hard all day.

Seeing him turn over and kick off the blanket, I was worried he'd catch a cold, so I pulled it back up to cover him so he could sleep a little longer. Just as I lifted the thin blanket, I suddenly noticed his crotch was sticking out high, his underwear bulging upwards. His face flushed instantly. Of course, I knew what was going on. In the early days of our marriage, this happened almost every morning, but since I started going back to the mainland for work, it's become much less frequent, and even our intimacy has decreased. Last month, for example, it only happened twice. If it weren't for the mortgage, she would have told him to quit this job long ago and find something easier so he wouldn't ruin his health.

While her mind was racing, her hand couldn't resist the temptation before her and unconsciously reached out, gently caressing him through his underwear. His hard, erect member became even more firm under her touch, throbbing and transmitting heat to her hand. After only a few strokes, she felt a tickling sensation, as if countless ants were crawling inside her; her heart pounded wildly, and her breathing quickened. She simply pulled down his underwear with her hands, and a red, swollen penis immediately sprang out, pointing straight to the ceiling. The rounded glans bulged with flesh, and the veins on the shaft stood out, full of vitality, irresistible to the touch.

Faced with such a beautiful sight, her vagina felt an intense itch, and a slippery stream of lustful fluid eagerly flowed out. Ignoring whether her husband was awake or not, she quickly pulled off her own underwear, assumed a horse stance like a martial arts practitioner, spread her legs, aimed her vulva at the glans, and mounted him. With each inch of penetration, the indescribable feeling of fullness brought indescribable pleasure to her vagina, like a timely rain on parched land. The swollen vagina tightly enveloped the hot penis, merging into one, its concave and convex parts perfectly fitting together. One had to thank the Creator for creating such a wondrous organ, bringing humanity endless pleasure and enjoyment.

Just the insertion itself was excruciating; the thrusting only intensified the waves of pleasure. She slowly moved her body, moving up and down, her vagina tingling from the heat of the penis, the ridges of the glans rubbing against her with unparalleled ecstasy. Waves of pleasure washed over her, her vaginal fluids flowing down the erect shaft to the base, then sticking to her labia and the thick pubic hair, leaving both of their genitals wet and glistening.

In a hazy state, Gang Sheng only felt his penis being inserted into a warm, moist little hole, the glans being rubbed with unparalleled pleasure. He thought he was having a wonderful dream, so he lay there, afraid to move, quietly enjoying the waves of pleasure, afraid that if he woke up, the dream would be gone and he would lose the enjoyment he felt. But gradually he realized that this was not a dream, but real intercourse. When he opened his sleepy eyes, he saw his wife squatting on top of him, her lower body moving up and down rhythmically, her face flushed and tilted back, her cherry lips slightly parted, her tongue licking her lips left and right, her hands cupping her pair of pink and white breasts, rubbing and grinding them, trembling with excitement as if she were bewitched.

Seeing his wife's wanton state, he couldn't help but be infected by her desire. He held her buttocks with both hands and used his waist strength to thrust his penis into her vagina in rhythm with her movements. For a moment, the only sound in the bedroom was the symphony of two bodies colliding, "slap, slap," mixed with the squelching sounds of her overflowing juices, as if responding to their concerted efforts. After thrusting like this for a few minutes, he noticed that her movements slowed down, and she seemed a little spoiled. So he simply flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, and lifted her legs high, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Shiwei hadn't enjoyed such pleasure for quite some time, feeling incredibly comfortable from the fucking. She could only utter broken moans, "Ah...ah...ah...ah..." Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, pulling them to her sides and crumpling them into a ball. The moans further stimulated Gangsheng. Seeing his wife so easily conquered beneath him, his sense of heroism fueled his thrusts, making them harder and harder. The room was filled with the sensuality of spring, the bed rattling loudly. They were both close to reaching their climax.

Suddenly, a "ring..." rang, startling them from their ecstatic state. The alarm clock had gone off; it was time to get up. He was used to the noise every day and didn't think much of it, but when it suddenly started while he was engrossed in his work, it became quite bothersome. He had no choice but to take a break, reach for the bedside table to turn it off, and then continue his unfinished business. But after just this short rest, his previously rock-hard penis softened, and after a few more movements, it slipped out. Shiwei, caught up in the moment, wasn't about to let him give up halfway, and frantically rubbed her vulva against his penis, moving it around incessantly. The more anxious Gangsheng became, the less resilient his penis became; no matter how hard he stroked it or tried to force it into her vagina, it wouldn't get erect again. Perhaps the pent-up desire from the morning's exertion had subsided, and the shock had only made his erection worse. He was furious: sometimes he wanted it to last longer, but it would finish quickly; now, when he wanted it to ejaculate, it would refuse to work. He was completely helpless and at a loss.

Shiwei, who had just been driven to the brink of ecstasy, felt like she was being bitten and gnawed all over, but now she was stuck in a daze, itching so badly that she bit her teeth off. She was so frustrated with her lack of erection that she sat up and tried to stroke it with her hands, but it didn't work. It just wouldn't get hard. Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye. Continuing like this seemed pointless. He glanced at the alarm clock, worried that any further delay would cause him to miss the train back to the factory. He said apologetically to her, "Honey, I'm so sorry about today. I'm probably too tired. I'll make it up to you when I get back the day after tomorrow and give you a good time!" She knew this couldn't be forced, so she pretended nothing was wrong: "Oh, forget it. There's plenty of time. Honey, I love you!" He kissed her on the lips and replied, "I love you too." He quickly got out of bed, dressed, and without even eating breakfast, grabbed his briefcase and rushed out the door.

Shiwei tidied her messy bed. Having nothing else to do, she wanted to sleep a little longer, but as she tossed and turned, she felt burning hot, her heart pounding. The embers of desire within her hadn't died down, and the emptiness was even more unbearable than before she got out of bed. She remembered that last month, she and Gangsheng had gone to the doctor because they hadn't had a child after two years of marriage. The tests revealed that her husband's sperm count was too low, and he was advised to conserve his sperm count and try to have intercourse only during ovulation, which might increase their chances. The doctor also mentioned that a woman's body temperature is slightly lower than usual and her libido is stronger during the day or two of ovulation, and suggested they pay attention. Calculating the day, she realized it was right between her two menstrual periods. Could it really be ovulation? No wonder I've been feeling so restless and strange these past two days. Sigh! If my husband hadn't been so incompetent just now, my vagina would be full of semen by now, and maybe I could have a son or daughter next year! Lost in thought, I realized that the vaginal fluid that had just flowed out had soaked my pubic hair, and now that it was dry, it felt uncomfortable. So I went to the bathroom, filled a tub with hot water, and planned to take a shower before going to sleep.

The spray from the showerhead felt like a soft massager gently kneading my vulva. I closed my eyes and enjoyed this unique and wonderful sensation. It was comfortable and pleasant, though not as ecstatic as actual intercourse, but better than nothing. With one hand, I spread my vulva open, and with the other, I sprayed the showerhead into the center of my vagina. The warm water hit my labia and clitoris. The water jet entered my vagina and flowed out, stimulating several sensitive areas inside my genitals simultaneously. They became engorged and hard. My labia opened wide without my fingers holding them open, and my clitoris peeked out from under my tender skin, hard and erect like a red bean, receiving the wash of the water jet. The tingling sensation sent shivers down my spine. Uncontrollably, she pressed the showerhead tightly against her vulva, allowing the water jets to hit the sensitive spot more forcefully and directly. Her whole body went limp, and her hands and feet trembled uncontrollably. Soon, she collapsed onto the edge of the bathtub, too weak to even move her fingers, letting her body relax and fully savor the waves of pleasure.

Half an hour later, her desire seemed to have subsided considerably. She dried herself off and lay down on the bed, ready to sleep soundly. For some reason, the emptiness lingered; her mind kept wandering to real intercourse, hoping her genitals would be filled to the brim, completely and fully. By the way, it takes a man to insert his penis into the vagina, filling it up without any gaps, and then thrusting hard until all the semen is ejected deep into the vagina, in order to completely relieve this feeling of being tortured. But where to find a man?

Suddenly, a strong figure appeared in his mind: he had bronze skin, a moderately fat body, strong chest muscles, a funny and considerate conversation, and a body full of endless energy. His performance in bed would definitely not disappoint. It would be great if he was lying next to me now... Ouch! I'm so ashamed, why would I even think of going to him?

His name was Wenwei, an old classmate of Hong Kong Sheng's, a year younger than her. He worked as a lifeguard at the municipal beach. Since it wasn't swimming season yet, he didn't have to work, so he used his spare time to take computer courses. He also installed the computer at home and came over two evenings a week to teach her and her husband the basics of computer operation. To thank him, she sometimes specially prepared a soup and some side dishes, inviting him to stay for dinner. Wenwei admired her greatly, often praising her: "Sister-in-law, you're not only beautiful, but you also manage the household perfectly. If I'm lucky enough to marry a wife as capable as you, I'll be incredibly fortunate."

Sigh! Why am I thinking so far ahead? You're married now, why would anyone have designs on you? Shiwei chuckled to herself at her own silly thoughts. On second thought, since they were both free at home anyway, it wouldn't hurt for him to come over and chat; it was better than staying cooped up at home hatching eggs. She found his phone and dialed: "Wenwei, it's Shiwei. My computer at home is broken for some reason. Could you come over and take a look?" Wenwei, seeing that he had time and their families were so familiar, readily agreed to come right away.

And indeed, she had just finished tidying up the living room when the doorbell rang. She opened the door and welcomed him in, inviting him to sit down before going to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. Strangely, the moment their eyes met, her heart started pounding, like a child caught doing something wrong; or perhaps it was as if he could read her mind, knowing her silly thoughts from just now. Wenwei, with the computer on, turned around and said, "Sister-in-law, the computer's fine!" She then realized she had been staring blankly at him, unsure how to respond. He had regular features, short black hair that made him look exceptionally energetic, a perfectly high nose, slightly sunken eyes with a touch of Western flair, and neat, beautiful white teeth when he smiled. Coupled with two small dimples on his face, he was breathtakingly handsome. Coming to his senses, he quickly made an excuse: "Oh, really? Maybe I pressed the wrong button, making you come all this way for nothing." He said, "Don't mention it. Since you're here, you might as well check the computer."

A little while later, Shiwei came out with a cup of coffee, placed it on the dining table, and said to him, "Don't worry about the computer yet, come and have something to drink." He turned around and was dumbfounded. It turned out that she had changed into another nightgown at some point. The nightgown was as thin as a cicada's wing, and you could clearly see everything underneath. The transparency was almost indistinguishable from not wearing anything at all. Under the dim light, her alluring body was fully revealed, her exquisite curves simply arousing: her full breasts, like two large snowballs, were flawless and white, bouncing up and down with each step, her two rosy nipples hard and erect, pushing her nightgown into two small peaks; her deep red areolas were round and even, making the nipples even more tempting; a wasp-like waist made her whole body appear slender and delicate, so narrow that it could be grasped with a finger; in contrast, her buttocks were plump and alluring, round and smooth to the touch; but most captivating were her black inverted triangle, with tender black hair... The fabric was smooth and neatly arranged, except for a few stray threads that secretly peeked out through the holes in the fabric. The rest all pointed uniformly towards the small crevice between the thighs; within this crevice, two small, red, wrinkled patches of skin peeked out, suggesting only the tip of the iceberg, making one imagine what the rest would look like hidden inside, and further conjuring up the alluring peach blossom cave nestled between two bright red labia…

Wenwei secretly swallowed, feeling his little brother stirring within him. He quickly averted his gaze, afraid to look directly at her, lest he inadvertently reveal something unsightly and make her laugh. Turning his back to her, he said, “Thank you! Put it on the table, I’ll drink it later.” He quickly composed himself and focused on the computer. Helplessly, the calm before his eyes was stirred, and his emotions could no longer be contained. His breathing quickened, his hands trembled slightly, and his mind raced. Even simple commands that he could usually type with his eyes closed required several attempts to get them right. He could only say to her, "Sister-in-law, it seems you were just about to go to sleep. I won't disturb you! Go to sleep! I'll leave after I'm done with my checkup."

"Oh! You're treating me like an outsider?" Shiwei walked over with the cup in her hand. Wenwei quickly got up to take it from her, but unfortunately, he bumped into her, and the entire cup of coffee spilled onto his pants. She apologized, "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" while grabbing a towel to wipe it off. The moment her hand touched it, her face flushed crimson. She felt a hard bulge inside his pants, as if it were wriggling and jumping. A sudden impulse surged within her, and one hand involuntarily began to wipe that spot, unwilling to leave.

Wenwei felt extremely uncomfortable, snatched the towel from her, and wiped himself while saying, "Sister-in-law, I can do it myself, how could I trouble you?" But she had already reached out to undo his belt, scolding, "Take your pants off! Only you could tolerate them being so wet." Without another word, she had already unbuckled the belt, pulled down the zipper, and dragged the waistband down. He struggled with her, his face flushed, and said, "Fine, fine, go get me a pair of Hong Kong-style pajamas to change into, I'll go change in the bathroom myself." Seeing his embarrassed state, she laughed heartily, "Oh dear! I've been married for two years, what haven't I seen? Come on, let your sister-in-law take them off for you, don't be shy." With a forceful pull, she dragged the pants down to his ankles.

Wenwei was caught off guard, standing there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. Before her stood two muscular thighs, sandwiched between a white thong, like the kind athletes wear in swimming competitions—so narrow it could barely contain what it was meant to cover. But now it was useless; what it was meant to conceal had already struggled to break free, only to be held back by the elastic waistband, squeezing tightly into a ball, making the thong bulge like a small mountain.

Shiwei watched, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn't help but lower her head, extending her delicate tongue to gently lick it like a cat licking its kitten. She licked with relish, until his penis was as hard as iron, as if it might burst through the small piece of fabric at any moment. Her panties were soaked with her saliva, becoming semi-transparent, clearly revealing a thick, purplish-red penis. The glans was a darker color than the shaft, and because it had nowhere to stretch, it was pointing diagonally towards her waist. Her scrotum, containing her two testicles, was round and red like a ripe lychee, almost squeezing out from between her legs.

She could no longer hold back, and with both hands, she pried the panties down hard. The incredibly strong penis sprang out with a whoosh, as if thanking her for finally freeing it, bowing repeatedly in front of her nose. Without saying a word, she grabbed his penis with one hand and stuffed it into her mouth, as if a starving person had suddenly seen a delicious meal and was indulging in it; with her other hand, she held his scrotum and played with his testicles between her fingers.

Wenwei's penis was tightly held in her warm little mouth, and with each swallow and release, her face undulated like a blower. Occasionally, she would pull his penis out and lick the ridge of the glans with her tongue, or gently sweep her tongue down the bulging veins from the glans to the base. Her fingertips would then lightly scratch his scrotum, making his penis feel like an angry, throbbing beast, unbearably itchy. This big man was completely dominated by this small, weak woman, who could only tilt his head back, breathing heavily, murmuring "Oh...oh...oh...oh..." his legs trembling, so excited he didn't know whether he was in heaven or on earth.

Seeing him so engrossed in his pleasure, Shiwei worried he might lose control and ejaculate prematurely, ruining her efforts. So she released her grip to rest. He looked down when she suddenly stopped. She was reaching up to her shoulders, pulling the straps of her nightgown to the sides, and shaking herself a few times, causing the thin fabric to gently sway to the ground. He was instantly captivated; a sculpted, naked body was vividly displayed before him. Gazing at this stunning beauty, his heart swayed, and he felt a surge of desire. But then he remembered she was his old friend's wife, and as the saying goes, "One should not look at a friend's wife." How could he bring himself to do it? His mind raced, like fifteen buckets of water being drawn up and down. After a moment's hesitation, still caught in an internal struggle, Shiwei had already cupped his enormous breasts in her hands, squeezing his penis between them, pressing it into a shape resembling a human-made hot dog, and carefully began to stroke it. Not only that, but every time the glans peeked out from between her breasts, she would extend her tongue and flick it several times like a viper's hiss—wow! Even an iron-cast Arhat would be melted by her fiery passion.

How many men like Liu Xiahui are there in this world? In less than a moment, he cast aside all moral principles, completely collapsing and surrendering to her gentle embrace. He reached down to touch her crotch—good heavens! Like someone who had just urinated, her hands were covered in sticky, slippery vaginal fluid. Her vulva was burning hot, opening and closing rhythmically, yearning for a man's comfort. He bent down and lifted her up to his waist, his lips meeting hers, sucking on her delicate tongue. Her eyes were glazed with intoxication, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, her legs wrapped around his buttocks, entwining him tightly, her lower body twisting from side to side like a snake, pressing her vulva against his erect glans, rubbing it until he felt numb and itchy. Surprisingly, she didn't fall even when he let go, so he freed one hand to hold his penis, licking the glans around her vaginal opening. Her juices were already flowing down his scrotum. Using his waist strength, he thrust upwards, effortlessly inserting halfway. She cooperated perfectly, immediately releasing his grip and sinking down, the long, thick penis disappearing completely in an instant.

Wenwei held her plump buttocks, repeatedly thrusting his penis in and out of her wet vagina. The indescribable pleasure from the glans was irresistible, especially since she followed the rhythm, her vagina moving in and out in perfect harmony, making it impossible to stop. The gushing lustful fluids had already flowed over his scrotum and started trickling down his thighs. He gradually felt his legs weaken and tremble slightly, so he held her and continued thrusting towards the bedroom.

Once inside, he tossed her onto the bed, and in the instant, stripped off his upper body clothes, leaving him naked, and pounced on her again. Shiwei had already placed a towel under her buttocks, spreading her thighs almost into a V-shape, raising her vulva to welcome him. He pressed down on her, and Shiwei guided his penis with her hand, allowing the glans to enter her vagina. He thrust forward, easily filling the small hole again. The two fleshy worms embraced each other on the bed, as inseparable as glue, rolling together in a ball, feeling only mutual affection and regretting that they had met too late.

As Wenwei thrust in and out, he looked down to admire the beautiful and moving scene of their sexual organs meeting, watching his proud penis move in and out between her luscious labia, splashing the flowing lustful fluids everywhere. Surprisingly, the tender skin at the entrance of her vagina was exceptionally long, stretching back and forth with each thrust of the penis, as clearly as a close-up shot in a short film; her entire vulva was flushed red from engorgement, her labia minora tightly gripping the bulging veins of the penis, making the friction even more intense and sensitive; the tender skin covering the clitoris was pulled and rubbed repeatedly by the labia, causing it to swell and harden, becoming as thick as a little finger, pointing straight forward, almost touching the busy penis.

He, aroused, simply raised her legs, placing them on her shoulders, allowing his penis to penetrate even deeper and thrust even more pleasurably. Shiwei seemed to understand him perfectly, placing her hands on the back of her knees and pulling her thighs towards her chest, allowing her lower body to rise higher and their skin to press more intimately together. Sure enough, with each thrust, he pressed her thighs down even further, like a child playing on a seesaw, one end lowered as the other rose, her buttocks moving up and down in sync with the rise and fall of his lower body, their cooperation seamless. In an instant, the bedroom was filled with sounds, the slapping and crackling of their genitals colliding, accompanied by the squelching and squelching of their juices, a three-dimensional, boundless erotic ambiance. She heard the incessant sounds from her lower mouth, while her upper mouth, naturally, didn't remain silent, adding its own melody to the music: "Ah...ah...my little darling...love brother...ah...ah...you're so good at this...I'm giving you my life...ah...ah...my little pussy feels so good...ah...ah...I'm going to lose it...I'm going to fly to heaven...mmm...mmm...mmm..." As she spoke, her eyes closed tightly, her teeth clenched, her legs stretched straight, clinging to his still-swaying waist, trembling uncontrollably, her fragrant sweat and vaginal fluids gushing out simultaneously. Only one thought occupied her mind: My God! So this was the ecstatic feeling she had been yearning for these past few days, the feeling of dying and coming back to life! The intense orgasm brought her physical and mental relief, finally releasing the depression of the past few days. After slowly digesting the aftertaste of the climax, my whole body became as soft as paralysis and I didn't want to move anymore.

When Wenwei saw that she was fucking him as if he had ascended to heaven, he felt majestic in his heart, and he fucked even harder. He pushed his penis to the end one by one, wishing that he could not squeeze the two testicles into the ecstasy hole at the same time. The net pipe kept repeating the pile-driving action, allowing his little brother to enjoy the endless pleasure. He hoped to keep thrusting like this for the rest of his life, endlessly.

Shiwei almost fainted from the orgasm she had never experienced before. Now she was enduring another round of violent thrusts like a storm. She was completely helpless. The only thing she could do was to keep leaking semen out of her body in return for his hard work. She was baffled; where did all this vaginal fluid come from? It seemed endless, as if she had turned into a machine that only produced vaginal fluid, continuously churning out its product. The towel under her buttocks, originally intended to catch the semen after intercourse to prevent staining the sheets, was now soaked with vaginal fluid before the semen had even been ejaculated, and water could be wrung out even by hand.

Wenwei then withdrew his penis from her body, lowered one leg from her shoulder while keeping the other on his shoulder, and moved her body into a side-lying position, kneeling on the bed. He then arched his upper body, spreading her thighs into a split, her vulva wide open. Due to the separation of her labia minora, several transparent, sticky strands of vaginal fluid were stretched out, covering the vaginal opening like a spider web. He pressed one hand against her thigh on his shoulder, and with the other hand, he lifted his burning hot penis, breaking through the web and thrusting it into this "spider web cave." Whether it was because he swam often and had particularly strong waist strength, or because this position made it easy to generate power, every thrust was powerful and resounding, each one penetrating deep into the cave, reaching its very end.

Her body swayed back and forth from the powerful impact, and her breasts bounced incessantly. Wenwei reached out and took turns caressing them, sometimes gripping them tightly, sometimes kneading them gently, attacking her from above and below, making her bounce like a freshly caught fish. Her hands flailed wildly across the bed, nearly tearing the sheets to shreds. Her toes were pointed straight out, like she was dancing ballet. Moans rose and fell from her mouth, and all you could hear was her panting and shouting, "Oh! My darling... ah... ah... ah... where did you learn such a great move... ah... ah... ah... don't stop... ah... ah... ah... so good... oh! I'm about to tear you open... ah... ah... ah..." Before she could finish speaking, her body trembled violently as if electrocuted, her eyelids fluttered up and down, and a gush of vaginal fluid surged onto the head of

my penis. She felt wave after wave of orgasm coming, like a stone thrown into a lake, ripples spreading outwards from her vulva. She was tossed and turned in the surging waves of pleasure, completely submerged. Seeing her reaction, Wenwei knew she was reaching the peak of another climax, so he quickened his pace, thrusting his penis until it was as hard as steel and as hot as fire, rapidly moving in and out of her vagina. He continued thrusting until his glans was swollen and numb, and his lower abdomen was burning hot and desperately contracting, before finally, unable to hold back any longer, he ejaculated every last drop of his scalding hot semen deep into her vagina.

Shiwei was reveling in the ecstasy of her orgasm when, in a hazy state, she felt the penis thrusting rapidly into her vagina suddenly change to slow, powerful thrusts. With each climax, a surge of hot, tingling fluid hit her cervix, doubling the pleasure. Her fingers, which had been gripping her breasts, stopped moving and instead squeezed them tightly as if trying to burst them. Knowing that he was also enjoying his orgasm and ejaculating into her, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pushed and pulled with his rhythm, letting him ejaculate all his semen into her vagina.

After the storm, all was quiet. The two satisfied lovers embraced, reluctant to part. Wenwei remained on top of her, his lower body pressed tightly against her vulva, not wanting his slowly softening penis to slip out so quickly, wanting it to stay a little longer in her warm, moist opening. Their mouths kissed incessantly, as if glued together, their tongues teasing each other, slipping in and out, their souls merging into one. Only when the pleasure gradually subsided, replaced by a lazy weariness, did they fall asleep in each other's arms. Shiwei still held his adoring words in her hand, tightly gripping them before sweetly drifting off to sleep. Spring sleep is so sweet that one doesn't notice the dawn.

When they woke up, it was already evening. The sweat, semen, and vaginal fluid secreted earlier had dried, leaving them feeling sticky and uncomfortable. The two got up, hand in hand, and went into the bathroom to wash up. Shiwei first filled a tub with hot water. Seeing that the dried vaginal fluid had swelled her pubic hair into a hard lump, she rubbed it with her hands, and it turned into white powder, which sprinkled onto the floor with a soft patter. Wenwei was urinating on the toilet nearby, when he heard her sweet voice behind him: "I need to pee too..." He shook his penis a few times and moved aside to make room for her. After waiting a while without any movement, he curiously turned to look. She shyly said coquettishly, "Um... I want you to hold me while I pee." Although Wenwei was both amused and exasperated, he had no choice but to comply. He went behind her, supported her thighs with both hands, and lifted her up towards the toilet. To his surprise, she said, "Um... I need you to tease me before I can pee." He almost burst out laughing, whistling like a mother teasing a child to pee.

As soon as the whistle sounded, a jet of water spurted from her vulva, shooting forward in a silvery-white parabola, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, making a "clink-clink" sound in the toilet. After she finished peeing, Wenwei teased, "Do you usually need someone to tease you when you pee? Doesn't your husband have any free time?" She giggled, "You cheeky girl! I only like you teasing me, you're so annoying!" Her face flushed crimson, she buried her face in his chest. Seeing the bathtub was almost full, he tossed her in and then climbed on top of her. The two of them entangled in the tub, splashing water everywhere as their bodies writhed in the waves, like a pair of playful mandarin ducks. After a while

, she told him to stand up, rubbed some soap on his penis, and then gently massaged it, carefully cleaning the foreskin and glans. Under her caresses, his penis slowly hardened, growing longer and larger, becoming erect in her hand. She gasped in surprise; within two minutes, the object had more than doubled in size as if by magic, an unbelievable sight. She held out her fingers to measure it; it was at least an inch and a half longer than her husband's penis, the glans larger and rounder, the veins on the foreskin bulging like countless small bluish-purple tree roots surrounding the entire shaft. She thought to herself: Before, I was so greedy, only caring about stuffing it into my vagina, I hadn't truly appreciated it. This is a rare gem, one in a hundred! No wonder it brought me to multiple orgasms, so incredibly pleasurable. If her husband had such a magnificent member, she wouldn't need to seek anything else. Thinking this, she couldn't help but kiss it several times, her hands unwilling to let go, wishing she could swallow it whole. She truly loved it.

Lost in her thoughts, her cheeks flushed again, and a fire in her heart gradually spread down to her lower body. She felt an unbearable itch in her vulva once more, and impatiently lay back, pulling him closer. She rubbed his hard penis against her labia with both hands. Seeing her wanton behavior, Wenwei knew he had a new task. He wouldn't be able to escape until he had satisfied her. Although he had met many young women on the beach, most of whom were willing to offer themselves, none could compare to this slut in front of him in terms of sexual responsiveness and enjoyment. Since she had already ignited his desire, he figured he might as well do it; he needed it too! Seeing that the glans had touched the entrance of her vagina, he thrust his pelvis forward, and their bodies came together again. He wrapped his arms around her neck and began to thrust rapidly.

In an instant, the small bathtub was filled with romance and boundless spring. Wenwei's constantly rising and falling buttocks caused the water in the tub to splash and splatter, wetting the floor like a puddle. He truly lived up to his reputation as a swimming champion. His movements resembled a butterfly stroke, only his waist was constantly moving, rising and falling powerfully. Then it was like a leisurely breaststroke, his legs braced against the tub wall, extending and contracting, allowing his penis to move freely in and out. Next, he held her sideways, penetrating her from behind, like swimming sideways, while one hand occasionally reached forward to fondle her breasts. When he got tired, he lay down like a backstroke swimmer, the woman sitting on top, bouncing and tossing like a horse, completely lost in ecstasy.

Shiwei never imagined that so many positions could be played in the bathtub; the feeling was different from in bed, more exciting, more novel. The tub churned and swayed, both men immersed in the pleasure of carnal desire, their movements fluid and unrestrained. Wenwei, aroused, realized he couldn't fully utilize his abilities in the small bathtub, so he pulled her close and rushed towards the bedroom.

He placed her on the bed, then pulled her to the edge, bending her legs so her buttocks rested on the edge. Standing on the floor, his penis was at the same height as her vulva. With a slight movement, he easily penetrated her fully. Holding her knees, he began to thrust his hips back and forth. Because this technique required less effort, the frequency of thrusting was naturally faster, and the penetration was more forceful. Each collision caused her body to tremble with each movement, her breasts heaving like water balloons. The beautiful scene of sexual intercourse was now displayed before his eyes without any obstruction. The sight of the tender skin of her vagina being pulled in and out was crystal clear, and the magnificent scene of her vaginal fluids being squeezed out was even more sensual and arousing. The scene before his eyes was breathtaking, causing his penis to swell to the point of bursting. He felt his heart pounding and his muscles tensing, so he exerted all his strength, thrusting his penis as deep as he could, making sure the glans touched the cervix with each stroke. After a round of charge, I felt numbness on the glans and a strong sense of movement, knowing that I could no longer hold on any longer.

Shiwei was breathless due to his continuous thrusts. Wave after wave of orgasms hit her whole body. Her pussy was enveloped by the sweet pleasure, which became stronger and stronger. The nerves all over her body kept jumping, causing her whole body to twitch and tremble. She was already shouting. He was hoarse, and his throat could only squeeze out a single word "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...". The endless climax came one after another, and he was overwhelmed. He only knew how to act out his body, like a caterpillar walking on the branches. Finally, her whole body tensed up, then suddenly relaxed, and a gush of vaginal fluid gushed out from her uterus. She then trembled violently as if she were shivering, her vagina rhythmically contracting and relaxing, sucking at his penis like a small mouth constantly drinking.

Wenwei, with his eyes closed, was thrusting vigorously, preparing for his climax. The way her vagina clenched and relaxed was incredibly pleasurable; he felt every pore on his body open, his abdominal muscles tightening inward. With a few shivers, spurts of semen shot out from his penis like arrows, all of it entering her still-contracting vagina.

Both of them let out a long sigh simultaneously, their erections weakening. Wenwei felt his legs go weak and trembled slightly, but he didn't want to pull his penis out immediately. So he leaned forward, grasping one of her breasts in each hand and gently kneading them, savoring the lingering afterglow of her orgasm. Although she was extremely unwilling, the slowly shrinking penis finally forced her vagina out of her body. Shiwei immediately raised her lower body and pulled a pillow under her buttocks to prevent the precious semen inside from leaking out. I thought to myself: I am a machine that produces vaginal fluids, and you are a machine that produces semen. The first time I couldn't save any and it all flowed out of my body and wasted. Luckily, I expected this time, and it's good that he still has so much to ejaculate. If I want to get pregnant, I'll have to rely on this sticky fluid.

Wenwei, seeing her sitting with her bottom pressed against the floor, lost in thought, asked her curiously what she was doing. She answered truthfully, jokingly adding, "I hope those sperm are like their fathers, excellent swimmers, obediently swimming into the uterus, then conception is possible." He was startled and quickly asked, "Sister-in-law, if you're really pregnant, won't Gangsheng find out about our relationship? My father won't have a proper title!" She chuckled, "Oh, I'm already yours. Stop calling me 'sister-in-law,' just call me by my name. Gangsheng isn't necessarily infertile, just has weak sperm. If he finds out I'm pregnant, he'll think he's the one who had the baby, he'll be overjoyed! As for the child after it's born, he'll just recognize you as the godfather, that should be enough!" "Do you understand now?" Wenwei replied, "I won't call you by your name anymore, I'll just call you my darling. Darling, now that you have a child and your wish has been fulfilled, you don't need to talk to me anymore, right?" She tapped the tip of his nose with her finger, laughing non-stop, "Silly boy, are you jealous of your future son! From now on, whenever Gangsheng isn't home, I'll welcome you whenever you want, I'm afraid you won't come!" Wenwei was relieved after hearing her explanation, jumped back onto the bed, lay down next to her, and the two embraced again, kissing each other incessantly.

The spring night was too short, and the sweet intimacy of their lovemaking quickly faded into the night. Shiwei, realizing that the two of them had been so engrossed in their pleasure that they hadn't eaten all day, got up and said to Wenwei, "Look how useless I am! You're starving! You stay in bed and rest until I've made dinner. What do you want to eat today?" Wenwei pulled her back to the bedside, embraced her, and said softly, "My darling, I only want to eat you! Alright, no need to cook. Let's just go to the restaurant downstairs and grab something to eat, so we can save some time." "Let's be tender." She buried her head in her chest and replied sweetly, "Your words are like honey, so sweet and charming, every word you say touches my heart." She went to the closet and found a suit belonging to her husband to put on him. While dressing in front of the mirror, she said to him, "After dinner, I'll make you some sweet soup. Anyway, Gang Sheng won't be back until the day after tomorrow, so you can sleep at my place for the next two nights!"

The two quickly ate dinner at Hollywood Plaza downstairs and then returned home to continue their flirting. Dry wood and raging fire, the room filled with spring; their deep affection was unspoken.

Gang Sheng spent the whole morning finishing his work at the factory. While the workers were having lunch, he asked the factory driver to take him to the company dormitory. It was a two-story bungalow, a villa rented specifically for employees from Hong Kong who needed to stay for a few days. Located on the outskirts of Dongguan, it was a secluded, flower-filled area, a haven for birdsong.

As soon as he got out of the car, a smiling young woman greeted him, taking his briefcase from him. He turned and slipped a banknote into the driver's hand, telling him he could go back to the factory. Then he put his arm around her swaying waist and led her into the house. As soon as he sat down on the sofa, she handed him a warm towel. While he was wiping his face, she knelt down, took off his leather shoes, and put on a pair of slippers. He put down the towel, took a cup of fragrant tea, loosened his tie, and pulled her onto his lap, kissing her cheek several times, making her giggle and hide in his arms.

Her name was Lily, eighteen years old, with delicate features, red lips, and white teeth. She came from Hubei. Dressed fashionably, with long hair flowing down her shoulders, her eyebrows lightly drawn, and a touch of rosy red on her lips, she had the typical fair complexion of a northern girl. It was about a year ago. One evening, Gang Sheng finished work at the factory and was dragged by several fellow Hong Kong workers to a disco in the city. Soon, he was captivated by a girl next to him. Every gesture she made exuded youthful energy; her oval face and sweet smile were mesmerizing; she had a short waist, long legs, a full bottom, and a prominent bust, like a ripe peach. As she swayed with her dance, even through her clothes, one could see her breasts bouncing. Her round buttocks, taut in her tight jeans, swayed to the music. While secretly enjoying his ice cream, he was encouraged by a colleague to approach her under the pretense of striking up a conversation, only to be startled by her enthusiasm. Upon learning he was from Hong Kong, she not only readily agreed to be friends, but during their slow dance, she pressed her body tightly against him, her breasts pressing so hard he could barely breathe. Finally, their desires were mutual, and that very night he took her back to his villa. They made love, their bodies intertwined, and they remained awake all night.

Her passionate response and cooperative attitude in bed completely captivated him. The experience was completely different from his routine with his wife. One night of passion led him to succumb to her charms. The next day, as she was leaving, Gang Sheng slipped HK$1,000 into her handbag and said reluctantly, "How will I find you next time I come back?" She chuckled and said, "Thank you! You're so kind. Anyway, no one took care of you when you came here on business, and you didn't even get a drop of soup. If you don't mind, let me be your maid. You'll have someone to serve you every few days when you come back!" He was delighted and readily took her as his mistress, what people commonly call a "second wife." During his business trips back to the mainland, he indulged in tenderness in the golden house, forgetting all about home.

When he came to his senses, the more he thought about her, the more tender he felt for her. While kissing her, his hands became increasingly unruly. Seeing her nestled against him like a little bird, he slipped his hands inside her clothes, gently caressing her two smooth breasts. Lily lightly slapped his chest: "You lecherous devil! Look at you, you've been working hard all day, covered in sweat. Go take a shower. Your towel and underwear are on the stool; let me get you some hot water."

Gangsheng quickly took a shower, not even putting on underwear, and while drying himself with a towel, he quietly walked behind her, suddenly picked her up, and carried her straight to the bedroom. She kicked her legs wildly, yelling, "Ouch! Look how impatient you are! You almost spilled the soup, ruining all my plans. It's not like I told you not to come, what are you rushing about?" She giggled and pounded his chest with her little fists.

He didn't reply, rolling onto the bed with her and sealing her mouth with his, silencing her completely. He reached behind her and unzipped her dress, pulling the sleeves forward with both hands, and a pair of large, white, round breasts popped out with a "plop," swaying left and right in front of her as she struggled. He cupped one in his hands, pressing down with his palms, and the small, jujube-like nipples pushed upwards, bulging high, so tender and tempting. He moved his mouth from her cherry-like lips to her nipple, kissing it gently until it swelled and hardened. He then licked it vigorously with the tip of his tongue, gently biting it with his teeth, while his hands cupped her breasts and kneaded them from side to side, arousing her to the point of unbearable lust. Her waist twisted and turned, her face flushed, her breathing rapid, and hot breaths exhaled from her nostrils. While attacking her other breast in the same way, he bent one leg and hooked the waistband of her panties with his toes, then kicked down, pulling the small strip of fabric down to her ankles. Lily then swung her leg and fell off the bed.

Gangsheng moved closer to her thighs, bent her legs, and spread them wide, revealing a plump vulva. She took the opportunity to remove her clothes, lying naked, allowing him to do as he pleased without hindrance. Gangsheng used his fingertips to spread her red labia minora, put his other fingertip in his mouth, dabbed some saliva, and then gently massaged her clitoris. In no time, her already wet vulva became even more aroused, and her juices gushed out like a burst dam, soaking her genitals.

Her vulva was different from Shiwei's. Her pubic hair was so sparse that it resembled that of a newly developed girl, with only a small tuft growing on her mons pubis. Her labia minora were completely bald and smooth. Her labia minora were shorter but lighter in color, pink, and had a charming little black mole. Her vaginal opening had more tender skin, making it look like a fairy cave with multiple doors. Her clitoris was particularly different, with a head so large that it couldn't be covered by the surrounding tubular skin. It protruded outward like a small glans, as delicate and beautiful as a red bean from the south, enough to make anyone who saw it faint for a moment.

Lily's barren area was now tingling unbearably from the caresses, her waist arching upwards and downwards, murmuring incoherent moans: "Ah...ah...it's so itchy...it feels so good...ah...ah...good brother...come and give me...stop the itching...ah...ah..." As she cried out, she reached down to his crotch, her fingers gripping his penis and stroking it repeatedly. He felt his foreskin being stroked up and down, the friction making his glans feel incredibly pleasurable, his penis growing harder and harder, as solid as an iron rod. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he knelt between her legs, placing her thighs on his own. His glans was already touching the entrance to her vagina. Then, with a forceful thrust forward, he heard a soft "snow" sound as his burning hot penis was instantly buried to the very end in her warm, moist vagina. Lily immediately opened her mouth, her eyes narrowed into slits, and let out a long, satisfied "Oh..." sound, feeling incredibly comfortable.

Before he could even thrust, Lily had already taken the lead, her buttocks rubbing back and forth and side to side. The layers of tender skin around his penis at the entrance of her vagina followed suit, and the muscles inside her vagina contracted and expanded as she used her vaginal power. It felt as if his glans was being sucked by a warm, wet little mouth, creating a unique sensation. So he took the opportunity to relax and watch, letting her have her fill. Before him, he saw his thick, magnificent penis inserted into her narrow vagina, stretching it to its limit. Threads of white, sticky vaginal fluid squeezed out from the crevice, slowly flowing towards his perineum, then pooling on the sheet beneath his buttocks, staining it into a circular wet patch. He let her linger like that for a while, until he sensed her slowing down and her strength waning, then he aimed precisely, using the power he had gathered to thrust in all the way. He then braced himself against the bed with both hands and began to pump rapidly, his lower body rising and falling with each thrust.

Lily, already on the verge of climax, was then subjected to a barrage of thrusts, which only hastened her orgasm. Beneath his undulating hips, she was like a delicate begonia in a storm, her branches and leaves scattered, utterly defenseless, trembling uncontrollably, her mouth uttering broken cries of "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." in rhythm with his movements. Suddenly, her body tensed, gripping his waist and trembling violently. A series of rhythmic undulations in her lower abdomen caused a gush of vaginal fluid to erupt, spraying out between her crevices and soaking his scrotum as if it had been pulled from water. Seeing her panting heavily beneath him, Gang Sheng pressed his advantage, thrusting even harder, pulling his penis to the entrance and then plunging it all the way in. With his mechanical movements, all that could be heard was the 'slap, slap' of flesh colliding, the 'squeak, squeak' of overflowing vaginal fluid, mixed with half-dead moans of 'oh...wah...oh...wah...'. The sounds of water and flesh filled the air, arousing him beyond measure.

Hong Sheng was also puzzled: the same penis, which had been unresponsive this morning, was now working perfectly as if by divine intervention. Taking advantage of the situation, he used his waist to spread her legs apart, climbed on top of her, grabbed her shoulders from behind, and thrust his penis in forcefully, pulling her shoulders down. Without the recoil, her plump vulva met the force of his penis with a loud "smack." Then he began to thrust in and out rapidly, like a thunderbolt sweeping through her, as if determined to flatten her vagina. Her labia minora and clitoris were already engorged and hard, and the relentless pressure from the base of his penis sent a tingling, numbing sensation through her. The inside of her vagina was also tingling from the scraping of the erect ridges of his penis. She was completely lost in pleasure, every cell in her body throbbing with electric currents of joy, her nerve endings pulsating uncontrollably. She felt suffocated, unable to breathe, and could only frantically claw at his back with her ten fingers, like a drowning person clutching a lifebuoy.

Gang Sheng, infected by her ecstasy, thrust harder and faster, like a motor that never stops, relentlessly charging forward. The frequency of her moans and the sounds of flesh colliding increased, becoming an almost continuous, incessant cacophony that filled the small room. He arched and bent his body repeatedly, his penis thrusting in and out with each movement. Waves of indescribable pleasure surged through his brain, making him lose all control. Suddenly, a massive wave of climax crashed over him. He shuddered violently, cried out, "Ah..." and ejaculated spurts of hot semen, shooting like arrows into the depths of her vagina. Lily cried out in unison, "Ah..." as well, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her fingernails dug deep into the muscles of his back, leaving ten red welts down his shoulders to his waist.

After a moment of intense activity, they remained still, embracing each other without moving. They gazed at each other sweetly, breathing heavily. A sticky fluid continued to flow from the point where their genitals met, but they didn't bother to pay attention. They maintained this position, pressing down on each other, stuck together as one, continuing to savor the slowly fading pleasure.

After lying there for more than ten minutes, Lily gently got up, patted his now shrunken and adorable penis, and said to him, "Sweetheart, if you keep going like this, I'm afraid you'll kill me. Lie down and rest for a while before eating." She got out of bed, wrung out a hot towel, carefully wiped his penis, which was covered in semen, cleaned it, and then pulled a thin blanket over him before putting on her clothes and going to the kitchen to prepare the meal.

Soon, she had heated up the food she had prepared and handed Gang Sheng a set of pajamas to change into. The two then sat down around the table. Just as Lily was bringing the hot soup to his lips, his pager started beeping incessantly. A quick call back to Taiwan revealed that Zhang Shuhan, the chairman of the Hong Kong headquarters, had just visited the branch factory to inspect operations and needed his assistance. Hong Kong-born dared not delay, quickly finishing his lunch. The driver's sedan was already parked at the gate; dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase, he jumped into the car.

It was almost evening when he finally finished explaining the factory's situation and breathed a sigh of relief. In the meeting room, the chairman asked him, "This is my first time back at the branch factory. Is there a good restaurant nearby? Could you suggest one? I have to rush back to Hong Kong after dinner." Gang Sheng was eager to show off his abilities to the chairman, but he thought that he had eaten his fair share of delicacies, so a simple home-cooked meal would be more special. He said to him, "The dishes at the restaurant are all the same, I'm tired of them. How about something lighter? If you don't mind, please come to my humble abode and let the women in my family cook some of their specialties for you to try." The chairman thought to himself, "That makes sense. It's been over two years since my wife and children immigrated to Canada, and I haven't had a home-cooked meal in a long time." He replied, "Sure, let me try your sister-in-law's cooking. I just bought a bottle of liquor at customs; I'll bring it to your house as a souvenir!" Gang Sheng made a phone call to instruct Lily to make the preparations, and then left the factory with the chairman. In the

time it takes to smoke a cigarette, the sedan stopped in front of the villa. Just as the chairman was led inside and seated, Lily came out of the kitchen with a cup of fragrant tea. She had changed into a black lace coat, and her off-white bra was faintly visible through the fabric. Her face was lightly powdered, making her even more attractive. The table was already set with food. She took off her apron and beckoned the chairman to sit down. She handed him a hot towel and said in her slightly accented Cantonese, "It's a rare treat for the chairman to come. It's just a simple meal. I don't know if it suits your taste, but please make yourself at home and don't be shy!"

Zhang Shuhan was in his forties and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. As is typical for middle-aged people, he had a small belly and a mustache. He looked much older than his age, but because he loved sports when he was young, his muscles were still very well-developed and comparable to those of a young man. Turning around, I saw that Lily was only wearing a pair of short mini pants under her apron. The two round, white, and smooth flesh of her plump buttocks bulged out from the sides of the pants. I couldn't help but stare at her, my mind wandering, until she sat down next to me and I calmed down. He opened the bottle of liquor, poured three glasses, and said to her, "I'm sorry to bother you today. Sister-in-law, you're so beautiful and skillful! Let me toast you first." Lily quickly raised her glass in return, "Not at all, not at all, Chairman, you flatter me. Please, pick up your chopsticks." Through her raised sleeve, Shuhan could just catch a glimpse of half of her breasts. Her tender white breasts were firm and full, like two large meat buns. Her bra couldn't fully cover them, revealing half of her alabaster-like spheres. The deep cleavage squeezed out in the middle of the spheres was clearly visible through the neckline of her clothes. Before he even took a sip of the liquor, he swallowed several times. After the liquor went down, he felt even hotter all over, and his heart pounded like a deer.

While she went into the kitchen to get rice, he took off his suit jacket and whispered to Gangsheng, "You're really cunning, secretly keeping a pretty girl by your side. You know how to enjoy life! I've heard that northern girls have fair skin and smooth flesh, and it's true. Look at your figure, it's truly first-rate! Big at the top and bottom, small in the middle, just like a guitar. I bet you're pretty good in bed too!" Gangsheng didn't know how to answer, so he changed the subject, "People say that a girl with a good figure is like a gourd, not a guitar." He laughed, "Think about it, what's the difference between a gourd and a guitar? One has a hole at the bottom, the other doesn't." Gangsheng suddenly realized and laughed along with him.

At that moment, Lily placed a bowl of rice in front of Shuhan. He secretly reached out and, behind her back, lightly pinched her plump buttocks. The sudden action startled Lily, but out of consideration for Gangsheng, she could only pretend nothing was wrong and lower her head to eat. In fact, Gangsheng had seen everything from beginning to end. From Shuhan's lustful gaze, he already guessed what the chairman wanted to do, but after all, Lily was his woman, and he couldn't just offer her up. Then he saw Shuhan clinging to Lily, desperately inviting her to drink, and if she didn't drink, he would grab her hand and foot, almost forcing her to drink. He couldn't help but feel a little jealous, and the more he looked, the more resentful he felt. Before he knew it, he had also downed a large glass of foreign liquor.

Halfway through the meal, all three of them were a little drunk, their faces flushed, but the atmosphere was no longer so tense. Shuhan put his hand on Lily's shoulder and said to Gangsheng, "I know you've always been loyal to the company. Director Li at the Hong Kong headquarters is retiring next month, and I plan to have you take his place. Whether it succeeds or not depends on your performance." The implication was clear. Gangsheng also had his own calculations. He thought that although Lily was good, a man should ultimately prioritize his career. Besides, with money in his pocket, why worry about not having women? After all, Lily was someone he met in a brothel, not his real wife. Once she became the director, there would probably be a long line of women waiting for her. He gritted his teeth, deciding to go with the flow and use Lily as bait to implement his honey trap.

While Shuhan was in the restroom, he pulled Lily aside for a private talk. She listened shyly and said, "How can I do that! Whether it's real or fake, I'm practically your wife. Even if I agreed, aren't you afraid of being cuckolded?" Gangsheng comforted her, "Of course I can't bear to part with you. This is just a one-time thing, don't do it again. When I come back next week, I'll get you a big gold chain. Are you satisfied now? When I become the manager, you'll get even more benefits." Actually, Lily had her own calculations: she was only after money anyway, so finding a good partner was only natural. Honestly, it's all the same who you're with—lying in bed, letting a penis poke in and out. What's the difference between one and two? She nudged Gang Sheng with her bottom and said in a coquettish voice, "Let's make this clear first, it was your idea. Don't treat me like a doormat, use me and then throw me away." Gang Sheng nodded obsequiously, agreeing to everything. As

soon as Shu Han came out of the bathroom, Lily went up to him and said in a flirtatious tone, "Oh! Chairman, it's all your fault, you almost got me drunk. Feel my body, it's so hot!" As she spoke, she pulled his hand to her face. Shu Han couldn't have been happier, and gently caressed her pink face, unwilling to let go. Seeing that the chairman was falling into the trap, Gang Sheng pretended to suddenly remember something, muttering to himself, "Oh no! I rushed back and forgot several documents at the factory. I have to go get them right away, otherwise the chairman won't have time to take them back to Hong Kong." He then put on his coat and hurriedly rushed out the door.

Shu Han's hands moved lower and lower, becoming more and more unruly, like snakes slithering down from her neck. Lily wrapped her arms around his waist, closed her eyes, and let him do as he pleased. Her breath, strong with the smell of alcohol, escaped her lips. Her lower body rubbed against his crotch, and gradually she felt her little thing inside inflate like an inflating balloon. Seeing that she was half-heartedly resisting, Shu Han boldly reached out and pressed his hands against her breasts, grabbing and rubbing them vigorously. After rubbing for a while, he simply lifted her outer garment, grabbed her bra, and pulled it up. Her two large, round breasts, like swollen balls, immediately sprang out, emitting a fragrant aroma, swaying in front of his eyes. Shu Han's eyes widened like bronze bells, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and the lenses of his glasses fogged up from the heat. He quickly took them off and set them aside, his ten fingers cupping each breast, kneading and pinching them with great pleasure.

Lily let him caress her as he pleased, comfortably tilting her head back and moaning softly. The two nipples hardened more and more under his pinching, standing proudly forward, red like two fresh cherries just picked from a tree. Shuhan couldn't resist bending down and putting a nipple in his mouth, licking and teasing it with his tongue, or sucking hard. He felt himself becoming a child again, suddenly turning back into an infant, nestled in his mother's arms, nursing. Lily gave him a barrage of pinching and sucking, her whole body tingling with itchiness. Her slender waist twisted and turned like a snake, and her moans grew louder and louder, turning into cries of "Ah...ah...ah..." Her hands slid from his waist to his mid-thighs, pressing and kneading his bulging mounds, feeling his penis throbbing incessantly, as if trying to break free of its restraints.

In the chaos, Lily's outer clothes and bra had been removed by Shuhan at some point. Her once fair and rosy skin had turned completely pink, whether from the alcohol or from the pleasure of being caressed by the man, it was hard to tell. In a hazy state, she only felt Shuhan's wet and hot tongue leave her breasts and continue moving downwards, wandering around her navel. The sensation of her navel being licked was unique, both arousing and itchy, making her feel like she was being bitten by ants, her pores wide open, her lower abdomen twitching in waves, and her vagina becoming wet and slippery, slowly seeping out, making her panties stick to her labia, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

Shu Han seemed to know she was suffering from the slickness, so he immediately pulled down her mini-panties and briefs together, finally freeing her pent-up vulva and exposing it completely to him. Except for a small tuft of pubic hair on her mons pubis, her plump, white vulva was completely hairless and exposed. Her two labia majora were snow-white and full, like a large white longevity bun at a wedding banquet; sandwiched between them were two bright red and tender labia minora, like the fleshy petals of a giant clam, with a small part of them protruding outwards in a charming way. At the ends of the petals, a few glistening drops of vaginal fluid hung down, ready to drip, like a ripe peach waiting to be picked. He first licked around her vulva a few times with the tip of his tongue, then moved to her labia minora, licking the few drops of sweet, sticky nectar onto his tongue, savoring it before swallowing.

Lily held his head in her hands, pulling and scratching her hair wildly, turning her once neatly combed hair into a bird's nest. Shuhan straightened up, picked her up around the waist, and carried her to the bedroom. Reaching the bed, he gently placed her on the edge, quickly stripping off all his clothes, standing naked before her. Lily stole a glance between his legs—oh my god! A bright red penis stood erect and straight forward, nodding up and down like an enraged venomous snake. Although its thickness was similar to Gang Sheng's, the glans was enormous, swollen and round, like a mallet used to strike a gong. She was startled, unable to imagine how such a narrow vagina could contain it. She quickly used her fingers to pull her labia minora apart, aligning him with the opening to avoid injuring the skin.

A young man would have been already burning with passion, rushing in recklessly. But Shu Han was gentle and slow, unhurried, kneeling beside the bed, spreading her thighs apart, then lowering his head between her legs, his tongue attacking her wide-open vulva. His experience clearly made a difference; his tongue touched only the most sensitive areas. He first carefully licked the labia minora, then took one into his mouth, gently biting it with his teeth, pulling it outwards, and then releasing it with a "pop," the labia snapping back into place like a flexible rubber. He used the same method on both labia, the tender skin rising and falling with each touch, making a series of popping sounds. Lily's vagina had never been played with like this before; it felt both new and special, and her vaginal fluids naturally flowed more and more, turning her vulva into a watery paradise. After playing

with the labia minora to his heart's content, Shuhan moved on to the clitoris at the tip. The little red bean was already hard and erect, its entire light pink nipple exposed and glistening. Shu Han curled his lips into a trumpet shape, took the nipple into his mouth, and sucked hard like sucking on a snail, pulling the clitoris into his mouth, making it long and almost pulled out. Lily jolted as if electrocuted, her whole body stiffening and she jumped up. After sucking for a few moments, her entire vulva felt like it was on fire, burning hot, and she wished he would immediately shove that gong into her vagina to relieve the itching. She pleaded, "Chairman... fuck me... ah... oh... I can't hold back... my pussy hurts so much..." Shuhan then moved away from the clitoris and to the vaginal opening, circling the small opening with the tip of his tongue while continuing to rub the clitoris with the whiskers on his lips. The whiskers, like a brush, gently rubbed back and forth on the tender flesh, sometimes piercing into the crevices, making it even more intensely itchy; his warm, wet tongue brought all the flowing vaginal fluid into his mouth, and even if more or faster flowed, it couldn't keep up with him. Lily was facing two attacks simultaneously, the intense sensations coming from both sides, driving her to a state of utter disorientation, causing her to convulse. Gasping for breath, she said, "Please... come in quickly... I'm going crazy from the discomfort..." Seeing that he had exhausted all her desire, Shu Han felt his penis was as hard as an iron rod. He knew he couldn't hold back any longer, so he pulled away, aimed his large glans at her wet opening, and thrust it in forcefully.

With a "squeak," the entire penis disappeared completely in one go. Lily's cervix was violently struck by his glans, and her whole body ached. She couldn't help but cry out, "Ouch!" She hugged his waist and trembled a few times. Her vulva, which had been licked dry, was once again filled with lustful fluid. She casually grabbed his waist, pushing and pulling him, moving his penis in and out of his stretched vagina until the discomfort inside her turned into boundless pleasure, waves of which washed over her. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief and say sweetly to him, "As expected, the older the ginger, the spicier it is. You've made my little pussy feel so good! Chairman, no wonder men like to keep mustaches, it turns out they're specially used to deal with girls." He replied, "Who says I'm old? Look at my little brother, and you'll know I'm still got it. How can a young punk compare to me? We're already bound by fate, so from now on, don't call me Chairman this or that, just call me Little Zhang!" Lily almost burst out laughing, thinking, "Almost fifty years old, and still calling me Little Zhang." He said, "Calling me 'Little Zhang' is too formal. It's much better to call me 'Sweetheart'! Sweetheart, hurry up and thrust your big cock in and out. You've made my cunt so uncomfortable. If you don't fix it, don't blame me for ignoring you in the future."

Without saying a word, Shu Han took a deep breath, straightened his waist, and began to thrust his penis in and out rapidly. Standing by the bed, only his pelvis was being moved in and out. For an older person, this was much less strenuous. In an instant, his penis was seen moving in and out of the vagina non-stop, with unstoppable force. The two labia opened and closed with each thrust, and the layers of tender skin at the entrance of the vagina were being pulled in and out by the penis, which was very exciting to watch. The enormous glans swelled even larger, thrusting and pulling inside the vagina like a piston, grinding against the vulva with intense pleasure, constantly pumping out vaginal fluid, which the penis carried to the outside, grinding into a white paste, and then flowing back to the perineum; sometimes a sudden gush would spurt out, spraying water everywhere, even wetting both of their thighs. The scrotum swayed back and forth with the body, causing the testicles to tap against the perineum, dripping with the vaginal fluid and splashing onto the bed.

The lustful couple engaged in intercourse with great passion, moaning loudly, the only sound being the duet of "Oh... Wow... Oh... Wow..." rising and falling with the rhythm of the thrusting, a harmonious chorus. When relaxed, they danced with abandon; when tense, they huddled together, filling the room with a spring-like atmosphere, lost in their joy.

Gang Sheng, quietly sipping coffee at the coffee shop across the street, glanced at his watch. More than an hour had passed since he left the villa. Thinking they should be finished by now, he checked out and strolled back. Entering the living room, he saw the bedroom door ajar, and bras and panties scattered on the floor. He knew Lily had successfully completed her mission. As soon as he sat down on the sofa, he heard soft moaning sounds coming from the bedroom. He secretly admired the chairman's stamina; he was surprisingly stronger than many young men. He turned on the television, lit a cigarette, and leaned back on the sofa to rest.

Inside the room, Shu Han thrust in and out over two hundred times in one go, leaving Lily dazed and limp, her body paralyzed, lying limply on the bed with her arms and legs spread wide, letting him pound and thrust into her haphazardly. She no longer had the strength to cry out, her whole body like a corpse, only her body moving back and forth under Shu Han's violent thrusts, her large breasts swaying back and forth. Shu Han saw this, and released his hands from her thighs, instead grabbing her breasts. Upon contact, he felt they were hard yet soft, slippery to the touch, so he continued thrusting, grasping one in each hand and kneading them gently, rubbing and caressing them, lost in pleasure. Under the double attack from above and below, Lily experienced wave after wave of orgasms, too many to count. Her throat, already hoarse from shouting, suddenly erupted again, a series of gasps...

Strangely enough, this kind of cry, though irregular and off-key, sounded like heavenly music to a man's ears, lingering for days, utterly intoxicating and unforgettable. Shu Han, after a long period of thrusting, was beginning to feel his strength waning and was getting tired. Her cries, however, were like a shot of adrenaline, rousing him to charge forward again, determined to fight to the death. His hands gripped her breasts tightly, his lower body thrusting wildly until his semen churned and gushed forth, before he finally ejaculated in a torrent. Countless spurts of semen erupted, one after another, as he convulsed and ejaculated, filling her vagina until it overflowed.

Lily's cervix was simultaneously washed and pounded by the hot semen, and the unprecedentedly hard glans during ejaculation further amplified her orgasm, causing her to tremble uncontrollably, her body collapsing and trembling uncontrollably. With all her might, she screamed, "Sweetheart...I...I...I came!" Her legs clamped around his waist, her hands frantically clawing behind her back, her head swaying left and right, her eyes tightly closed, her teeth clenched so hard they cracked, her muscles tense like a fully drawn bow. After a series of spasms, she finally loosened her octopus-like limbs, breathed a sigh of relief, and lay motionless on the edge of the bed. Shu Han took the opportunity to lie on top of her, embracing her warm and soft body until his penis, trailing clumps of sticky fluid, withdrew from her body. Only then did he climb onto the bed, tenderly embracing Lily and kissing her passionately.

Fifteen minutes later, Lily broke free from Shuhan's bear hug and said to him, "Don't move, let me get a towel to clean you up." As soon as she stepped onto the ground, the semen that had accumulated in her vagina liquefied into a thin, white, rice-water-like liquid, trickling down her thighs. She quickly grabbed two tissues from the dressing table and wiped them on her vulva, soaking them instantly. She tossed them into the trash can, grabbed two more to cover her mouth, and walked out. As soon as she stepped out of the living room, she saw Gangsheng leaning against the sofa. She hadn't expected him to be back and was momentarily stunned. Realizing he was currently naked, his groin covered in filth, he felt incredibly embarrassed. Remembering what had just happened, which he had obviously overheard outside, his face flushed crimson. Gangsheng turned around and saw her standing blankly at the doorway, her hair disheveled, her cheeks and ears flushed, her brows furrowed, two long, white, sticky strands of fluid hanging from her inner thighs, extending to her knees. Thin drops of fluid were still seeping from between her fingers. Even the idiot remembered what had happened. Seeing this, he felt a pang of jealousy and regretted his decision. But thinking the bigger picture was more important, he pretended nothing was wrong and said to Lily, "Aren't you going to the bathroom to wash up?" turning his face away from the television.

After washing herself in the bathroom, Lily grabbed a damp towel, slipped behind Gangsheng into the bedroom, grabbed Shuhan's penis in one hand, pulled back the foreskin, and wiped the glans with the towel in the other. She said to him, "Dong... ah... sweetheart, where did you get so much semen? I haven't finished flowing out yet! It's like the amount of three or four people. You must have been holding it in for a long time, right?" Shuhan replied shamefully, "To be honest, since my wife immigrated to Canada, I haven't been close to women for long. I don't usually go to prostitutes either. What I'm giving you is a year's supply!" Lily giggled, tapping his nose with her finger and saying sweetly, "I don't believe you. You're so sweet-talking; I wonder how many girls you've fooled!" She then nestled into his arm.

Shuhan pinched one of her breasts with his fingers, slowly kneading it, rubbing it while gently rubbing the nipple with his thumb. The body in his arms was warm and smooth, with a sweet fragrance. He secretly regretted not meeting her sooner, and he cherished her like a child who had finally received a new favorite toy, feeling both satisfied and excited. Lily let him caress and rub her breasts, and she gradually felt itchy again. Her cheeks flushed, her breath became increasingly rapid, and she kept swaying her plump buttocks. Ignoring that Gang Sheng could hear her outside, her moans grew louder and louder. Her freshly cleaned vulva was once again overflowing with lustful fluids, becoming a wet mess.

Shu Han's penis, which had been like a deflated balloon, soft as if it were just a layer of skin, was now being rubbed and rubbed by her twisting and turning buttocks. A warm feeling rushed down from his heart, reviving it. Once it reacted, it couldn't be stopped, like air being pumped into a balloon, slowly swelling up. In the blink of an eye, as if by magic, the soft skin transformed into an iron rod, forcefully thrusting into her cleft. With the help of her vaginal fluids, it slid into her vagina from behind without her even realizing it. Shu Han, unable to stop, had no choice but to indulge her again, sacrificing himself to accompany her, the spring breeze crossing the Jade Gate once more. He lifted one of her thighs, placing it on his waist, arching his body forward, his penis perfectly positioned between her legs. He then reached forward, gripping her breasts tightly, using the force as a support, and thrusting his hips back and forth, penetrating several inches...

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