Melodie, the erotic writer

Her real name is Liao Wanru, she is thirty years old, and she married a reader who is ten years older than her.
This wedding, without a wedding dress, relatives and friends, red envelopes and banquet, was quickly completed under the witness of a notary she met on the way. The moment the two of them, dressed in suits and blazers, walked out of the household registration office, it was less about happiness...
"Huff! Huff! Hurry, only forty minutes left!"
"I told you to take an extra hour!"
"Hotel, hotel... there's one over there, that one! Miss Liao, no... wife! Hurry up!" "We agreed to go to the station... you have to make it up to me next time!" What appeared on their flushed faces was more like lust.
"Suit Melody! Suit Melody! I'm about to explode!" "Shut up! You're so noisy! Dressed so formally, I got wet halfway through the notarization...!" As soon as they got the room, the two of them hurriedly entered the room and moved to the bed while taking off their clothes. When they got to the bed, one of them was left with only underwear and the other with only a shirt and briefs. Wanru, sporting a chic short haircut, blushed crimson at the sudden surge of sweat. Ignoring her husband still pulling down her shirt, she buried her face in his hairy, sweaty chest—a man! A man! This is mine! My man! Haaah—quickly suppressing her infatuated thoughts, Wanru, hissing and sniffing the sweaty scent in her husband's arms, her eyes sparkling with hearts, was pulled down onto the bed, then obediently dragged to the center of the bed by her arms.
The memory of being pinned down on the bed by the man before her had only been woven three times, yet Wanru could already feel a wonderful premonition from their nearly naked gazes at each other. Her husband—who until yesterday called her by her first name, and a month ago called her "Uncle"—wasn't exactly handsome, with dark skin, thick eyebrows, large eyes, and no excess fat on his cheeks. His features had the typical look of a middle-aged Taiwanese man from a rural drama, and his head was styled in a short, nine-part hairstyle. His body was composed of muscles whose lines had become blurred, a soft chest, and a not-too-exaggerated beer belly. His upper arms and thighs felt surprisingly firm to the touch. Below his neck, his pubic hair was thick, and the smell of sweat and cigarettes lingered for a while, making him quite sticky when sweating. Finally, there was the penis pressing against her private parts through her underwear. Even with two pairs of underwear in between, one could still feel the strong glans and the upward curve of the shaft from the thrusting motion. It
was a satisfying 16.5 centimeters long, and a satisfying 4 to 4.3 centimeters in girth. When fully erect, the veins bulged, the tip was upturned, and the clearly defined lines of the bronze glans were visible. The swollen testicles emitted a strong, pungent odor that even the underwear couldn't block. Just smelling the strong, pungent odor emanating from the middle-aged man's penis during their hot, sweaty kisses made Wanru's tender flesh involuntarily contract and gurgle, and the underwear rubbing against the glans became increasingly wet.
"Chu! Chu chu! Husband! Mmm! Husband! Ah…!"
Her slightly smelly, dry lips intertwined tightly with her bright cherry-colored, moist lips, adorned with light makeup. Wanru, whose kissing experience and sexual intercourse were both appalling, moved her lips and tongue hastily and shyly. Her clumsy, twisting tongue soon retreated happily under a series of strong, forceful sucking and licking.
"Chu chu! Chu gu! Hiss, hiss! Hiss! Mmm…!" Her husband pressed his advantage, penetrating Wanru's lips. She simply took his tongue in and began to suckle. Their saliva, mixed together, was drawn into her throat, swallowed in small sips.
Halfway through the kiss, the rough touch of his hand on Wanru's arm reached her armpit, which she had shaved two days prior. There had been some armpit hair there, but she had shaved it off considering she might wear an off-the-shoulder dress on their wedding day; it felt a little prickly. Then, her husband reached for her royal blue bra with one hand and slipped the other behind her back, using both hands to remove it. A pair of soft breasts, whiter than her yellowish-white skin, sprang out. A D-cup was quite large for Wanru's hands, but just right for her husband's rougher hands.
After a few kneading strokes like kneading mochi, her round breasts, damp with warm sweat, came back into her husband's view. Realizing what was happening, Wanru felt a little uncomfortable and reached out to cover her chest, but her husband blocked her way.
"Excited, aren't you!"
Her husband stared with amusement at Wanru's nipples, which had been dark since puberty and were now completely black. Her nipples were always a beat slow to react. When she was wet and kissing her husband, her nipples remained alone, huddled inside her bra; even when her clitoral hood was peeking out from under her foreskin, her nipples still didn't react. Only a slightly stinging kneading or deep sucking from her husband would make them slowly swell under his gaze.
"So dark and big, it feels so lewd! No wonder you write erotic stories!" "This has nothing to do with what you write... Ugh!"
Her right nipple, excited and erect, was deeply sucked into her husband's warm mouth, while her left nipple was rapidly flicked by fingers pressed against her breast. The resulting pleasure sometimes sent a weak electric shock through her sweaty body, and sometimes made her writhe involuntarily.
"Mmm... mmm...! Ugh...!"
The force of the fingers flicking and the gentle licking sensation from the tongue alternated every now and then, her two nipples taking turns being pleasured by his lips, tongue, and fingertips. Even though Wanru's nipples were relatively insensitive, she gradually became immersed in her husband's caresses, and her lustful fluids became increasingly abundant.
Their genitals continued to rub against each other through the wetness of their panties, and Wanru could clearly feel the shape of his glans. Even she herself was almost unable to restrain herself. After her husband finished nursing, her two wet, dark nipples swayed comfortably with her heavier breathing. She gently touched her husband's arm and nodded in acknowledgment, then arched her sweaty lower body to make it easier for him to pull down her underwear.
"Condom...condom! Don't forget the condom! Huff...!"
Seeing that Wanru's cheeks were so hot they could practically fry an egg, and she couldn't help but pant as she spoke, her husband deliberately slapped her clitoris with his erect penis after removing their underwear, unsurprisingly eliciting a series of lewd moans.
"Oh...oh...!"
After a few slaps, the urethral gland fluid covering the entire glans also wet the comfortably trembling clitoris, as well as the foreskin and pubic hair beside it. The warm, wet glans then pressed the clitoris and foreskin together, rubbing back and forth with a squelching sound.
"Ah! That's foul...! Ugh... Ugh! Oh... Oh...!" "Haha! I want to hear you moan like that!"
"Idiot...! Ugh... Ugh... Oh... Oh...!"
With a back-and-forth rubbing and a wet, hot slapping motion, Wanru, despite her resistance to the prospect of looking ugly, was ultimately teased by her husband's penis until she let out a rapid, lewd moan and almost climaxed. As she trembled involuntarily, her husband's strong, dark penis was already encased in a very thin condom. The rough shape of the penis was confined within a thin membrane, and every time it thrust energetically, Wanru's flushed cheeks were filled with excitement.
"Come on, husband...!"
Her cherry-colored nails, matching her lip gloss, pried open her light brown labia with a soft peck, and her pink vulva, upon seeing the penis emitting a strong, pungent odor, became so excited that it dripped thick, pungent vaginal fluid. The thick, hard glans, still covered by a thin membrane, touched the seemingly panting flesh, and just as it appeared that mutual penetration was about to occur, her husband deliberately lingered at the entrance, gently stroking Wanru's thigh, and said:
"I want you to say something a little more suggestive!"
"Huh?"
"Like the lines the women in your novels say before they're being fucked!" "Oh dear! There's not enough time, and you still..."
"So, hurry up and think of something nice! My cock is right here waiting for you, honey!" Wanru never expected her husband to make such a request at the crucial moment of penetration—while she complained inwardly, the words clearly surfaced in her mind. She didn't want to say it out loud right away, as if she was being so eager just to be fucked by a man... Although that was indeed the case, she had to maintain a bit of restraint.
However, her so-called restraint only lasted a few seconds, because her body was already in a state of mating, and she couldn't bear the teasing of the penis just before it entered her.
"H-Husband..."
"Hmm?"
"I want my husband's penis..."
"Oh?"
"Ruru's cunt wants my husband to put it in...!"
Without realizing it, she even changed her self-reference. At this point, Wanru didn't care about anything else. Under her husband's lecherous gaze, she blushed and shouted:
"Ruru wants my husband's penis! My wet cunt wants to be fucked! I want to be fucked by my husband's big cock...!" "Hmm! Barely acceptable."
"Hey, what do you mean 'barely acceptable'! I am... Oh ho!"
Before she could finish speaking, Wanru, who was easily provoked and embarrassed by her husband, was halfway through her sentence when her wet and hot flesh was rammed open by the strong penis and quickly thrust deep into her. The vagina and penis were tightly joined together. Her husband, maintaining the position, vigorously jerked his penis, murmuring in Wanru's ear as she was momentarily lost in pleasure,
"I'm going to fuck you with all my might now! I'm going to use this powerful cock to make you cum to death!" "Okay...okay!"
The penis began to move flexibly with the power of his hips, slapping against the overflowing, wet vagina. Each friction from the upward-curving tip of the shaft sent Wanru into a frenzy of pleasure. Without something to apply pressure, she wouldn't be able to withstand such a powerful penis. So she hugged her husband's broad back tightly, letting out pleasurable moans with each thrust.
"Mmm...! Mmm...! Mmm...! Mmm...!" The pleasure of the flesh made Wanru's whole body tingle; she felt sweat pouring down her body, her cheeks, pressed against her husband's, were soaked with sweat. The thrusting force grew stronger and stronger, the high-speed pounding of the penis repeatedly slamming her lower body until she was completely exhausted. What initially appeared to be an evenly matched act of intercourse turned into a one-sided battle after Wanru became exhausted, each deep thrust sending her eyes soaring with pleasure.
"So good...! Husband...! So good...!"
It wasn't that she hadn't used a vibrator of similar size to her husband's before—however, the power of an upturned penis was incomparable to that of an ordinary one.
"Husband...! Husband...!"
After the vaginal walls were shaped by the penis, the horizontal thrusting of an ordinary penis conformed to the body's memory, and since the body was already prepared, the pleasure was limited. The upturned penis, with its hooked tip, had the advantage of scraping the upper vaginal walls during thrusting, preventing the vagina from easily memorizing the shape of the penis and making it easier to discover the woman's sensitive spots on the upper side.
"Oh ho—!"
A huge wave of pleasure suddenly surged through her, and Wanru, her vagina being scraped back and forth by the roughly shaped glans, shuddered violently, her hands that were holding her husband's back jerking away. The penis didn't stop there, but it narrowed the range of thrusting, rubbing against Wanru's vaginal opening. Soon, it reached the spot that made her tremble a second time. Before Wanru could recover from the sudden pleasure, the vigorous, erect glans began to scrape against her sensitive spot.
"Eek... Eek! Eek... Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek!" The intense attack targeting the G-spot, whose sensitivity was comparable to the clitoris, immediately took effect. Wanru's entire body arched involuntarily from the scraping, her dark, erect nipples standing tall, gushing out waves of vaginal fluid as the penis penetrated her ecstatic flesh.
"Huff... Huff... Huff...!"
Her husband rubbed Wanru's breasts, and while she covered her eyes and gasped for breath, he twisted and rubbed her nipples, causing her arched body to gradually relax.
"Ruru, I'm almost done too, let's go all the way!"
"Mmm...mmm!"
"Come on, hold on tight, and squeeze your legs together too."
Wanru licked her dry, sticky lips, her arms covering her dazed gaze as she wrapped them around her husband's back again, her long legs squeezing upwards at his urging. Ready, the penis, rubbing against her G-spot, filled her wet flesh again, and after she let out a long moan, he began a furious, surging thrust.
"Oh! Oh! So good! So good! Husband...!"
The strong, sweaty thighs repeatedly slammed into her tightly squeezed white thighs, the speed and force of the thrusts increasing, causing Wanru's ankles, which were wrapped tightly around her husband's waist, to gradually loosen, her legs barely able to maintain their raised position. The relentless thrusting of the penis into her flesh intensified, and Wanru, who was screaming and yelling at the top of her lungs, was fucked until her legs went limp, making her look like a turkey on the table, her exhausted legs, glistening with delicious sweat, ready for her husband's penis to feast on.
"Ahhh...ahhh! I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum...! Husband...! Husband...! Husband...um, umm! Ugh, oh oh oh oh oh!"
Before her husband's powerful, thick penis ejaculated, Wanru, her eyes still drooping, was already brought to orgasm by the pounding, relentless thrusting. As she arched her body again, pressing against her husband's hot chest and letting out a soul-stirring moan, the bronze glans deep inside her vagina swelled, and the pent-up semen gushed out like a high-pressure jet, shooting thick semen into Wanru's violently contracting vagina—this semen formed a large, cloudy, hot mass within the beige membrane. In the throes of orgasm, Wanru felt as if she could feel her husband's essence through the contractions of her vagina.
"Hmm...! Hmm...! Hmm...!"
Even after her husband stopped, Wanru remained in a state of extreme climax, her body limp except for her head, feet, and buttocks. Afraid she might fall or twist her ankle, her husband put both hands behind her back, one holding her and the other gently stroking her.
"Good girl, good girl..."
Only when the overwhelming pleasure began to subside did Wanru slowly descend into her husband's arms, and the two of them, covered in sweat, lay back on the warm, damp bed.
"Come on, put it down slowly, slowly. You can hold on tighter, Ruru!" "I...I'm not a child anymore..."
"Okay—come on, lie down!"
"...Mmm." If
time could turn back twenty years, it would probably be very happy, but at this age, it's a bit awkward... That being said, being coaxed by her husband like a child in the afterglow of her orgasm actually has a unique charm.
"Ruru looks so charming when she orgasms."
Her husband said as he touched her sticky armpits and warm breasts. When his fingertips touched her still erect black nipples, Wanru let out a soft moan. His fingers continued down, stroking around the lower edge of her breasts, then sliding over her sweaty navel, to the pubic hair that was matted with sweat, and scratching the skin under the pubic hair. Finally, he touched her clitoris and the left and right labia minora in order, reaching the base of his limp penis.
"Hmm...!"
With a squelch, his limp penis, still more than ten centimeters long, withdrew from her tender and juicy flesh. After the stretched vaginal muscles slowly closed, her husband removed the condom, which was full of semen, and held it out to Wanru with a smile, telling her to bite the edge of the condom with her lips.
"Let's take a wedding night souvenir photo! Hehe!"
With the condom emitting a strong smell of semen in her mouth and looking at her husband's mischievous expression, Wanru suddenly found it quite funny. Since there was nothing wrong with it, she went along with her husband's impromptu idea and even added an extra touch in front of the camera, making a double victory sign.
"Oh, that's good! Like that! Ready, come on—three, two, one!" "Yay—!" *Snap
!*
After taking the first photo, Wanru, smiling seductively, raised her right arm to shield her eyes, her hands still waving in a victory sign. Seeing this, her husband continued to take more and more pictures. This newlywed couple, married for less than an hour, enthusiastically took various "after-cop" photos in their hotel room, right after they had made love. When her husband's phone rang, the couple, who had almost gone for a second round, hurriedly rushed into the bathroom and quickly took a shower.
"Stand still, don't move, dry your upper body yourself, hurry up!"
Wanru gave the instructions while squeezing out a large amount of shower gel into her hand. As her husband tilted his head, thinking that their respective responsibilities seemed to have been reversed, his second erect penis was grasped by her smooth palm and quickly began to be stroked.
"Like...like...wait...!"
"Don't shrink back! Stand still! You need to get rid of the smell."
"No...! You're doing this...!"
A series of alluring poses Wanru had just struck flashed through his mind, making his penis incredibly hard. His waist hunched lower and lower, but suddenly, Wanru, squatting in front of him, slapped his firm buttocks with a loud crack. His penis, being vigorously stroked by her soft, soapy hands, suddenly thrust forward, a wave of pleasure washing over his glans. The urethral opening, hidden in the foam, inadvertently ejaculated a hot liquid even thicker than the shower gel.
"Hiss!"
The semen, accompanied by his comfortable panting, splashed onto Wanru's face, startling her, who had been focused solely on cleaning his penis and hadn't felt any lust. Her face darkened.
"Husband..."
Oh no.
Facial ejaculation was a minor matter, but firing without his wife's consent couldn't be forgiven with a simple "accident." Ultimately, it was all because...
"You used up all your tonight's supply, didn't you...?"
...Old age, running out of ammunition.
"Sorry! Um, it was too slippery, so..."
Wanru stared at her husband's trembling, shrinking penis, which continued to drip semen, and wiped the semen off her face. She felt a little bad, but after all, she was the one who caused this result, so a little tantrum was enough. She wasn't a self-centered pampered 　　girl, and she would never be so petty about the man she had finally gotten— "
R- ... 　　"Hmm... okay, I can't smell anything anymore. Go wipe yourself down quickly." Wanru, having sniffed her husband's body—which had been filled with the smell of sweat and bodily fluids just minutes before—smiled with satisfaction at her cleaning skills. She patted her husband's thigh to shoo him away, but unexpectedly, he turned and embraced her, giving her a deep, passionate kiss. 　　"Sorry, I'll make it up to you tonight!" 　　Her husband, whose mature and sexy baritone voice had made Wanru's heart flutter, dried himself off and got dressed while she was showering, her mind racing. When Wanru reached the bathroom door to dry herself, her husband, impeccably dressed in a suit, was already ready. 　　The annoying phone rang again. Wanru could hear her husband's supervisor yelling on the other end, spewing out the same nasty words she had heard from him during their acquaintance. She really wanted to snatch the phone and retaliate; her words would definitely be far more eloquent than those of a bloated old man. But in the end, she could only take her husband's hand and let him touch her breasts, making the beating a little less unpleasant. 　　After her husband rushed back to the company, Wanru stayed in the room. Since it was less than two hours until he got off work, she planned to go straight to his company to pick him up from work for the first time in her life—considering it was her husband who drove the car, it should be said she was accompanying him home from work. 　　The room still held the strong scent of their lovemaking. Wanru smelled the aroma, lay back down in the spot where her husband had been pressing down on her, and spread her legs, reminiscing about their first time together after marriage, weaving the wonderful experience into words in her mind. Her hands, which had been caressing her chest and private parts, began to move quietly. For 　　their first weekend after marriage, Wanru and her husband went to a hot spring resort in Jiaoxi for a mini-honeymoon. As soon as the car entered the rainy highway, her flushed face kept glancing at her husband, who was happily humming an old song, looking restless with excitement. Several fleeting glances met, and both sensed that the other wanted to say something, yet it seemed difficult to say aloud. So, as their cars lined up in the small car queue before the tollbooth, they counted down in unison. Three, two, one— 　　"I'm so happy to have married you..." "Let me give you a blowjob..." Bang! A 　　sweet blush instantly erupted. Wanru, who had been eager to perform oral sex in the driver's seat, was so embarrassed she felt like she was about to fall into a ditch. Her husband quickly patted her back, trying to comfort her, but this gentleness, combined with her innocent words, only made Wanru, whose mind was already filled with filth, shrink even further. 　　As Wanru buried her face in the protective shield formed by her hands, a zipper suddenly came from the driver's seat. She quietly moved the shield slightly to the right, glancing at her husband with her left eye. She saw a thick, rapidly erect penis popping out of the zipper of his jeans, with a thumbs-up next to it. Wanru swallowed hard, her face flushed and her heart pounding as she looked up, only to be amused by her husband's DreamWorks-esque smile. 　　Laughing aside, the toll booth drew closer, and her husband showed no sign of concealing his erect penis and enigmatic thumb. With her protective shield completely gone, Wanru quickly convinced herself—she absolutely couldn't let the strange middle-aged woman at the toll booth see her husband's treasure! 　　Completely free of embarrassment, Wanru felt a surge of desire again, impatiently unbuckled her seatbelt, turned, and nestled against her husband's lap. As his enigmatic thumb transformed into a warm palm stroking her hair, Wanru opened her wet, hot lips and took his richly scented, bronze glans into her mouth. 　　"Hiss! Mmm, mmm... mmm-plop! Plop-plop!" 　　Due to the driver's seat position, even when fully erect, part of her husband's erect penis was tucked into her thighs, allowing Wanru to easily suck the entire shaft up and down. 　　"Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!" 　　Husband's penis, husband's penis, husband's penis—Having finally reached the moment when she could bring the scene she had written about to life, Wanru, sucking on his penis with slurp-slurp sounds, completely forgot to record the details of the oral sex process. Her whole mind was filled with words like "husband" and "penis" that she instinctively caught, and she just kept sucking on it. 　　Seeing that Wanru had gone into a frenzy from the moment she took his penis in her mouth, her husband could only pretend to be okay and pat her head, chuckling dryly amidst the wet sounds of oral sex and enduring the strange looks from the toll booth. The car speed began to pick up, and the pleasure of his penis slowly brought Wanru's sucking and licking movements to life. His hand, which had been stroking her hair, quietly moved to the back of her neck, which was smelling of perfume, and slipped inside the light blue and white checkered collar, sliding down her back little by little, until he unhooked her bra. 　　"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle, plop...! Wait a minute. Hmm, hmm... all done. Hoo... Chirp, chirp, chirp!"

As soon as her bra came off, Wanru temporarily stopped eating, got up to remove it and stretch her muscles, then knelt down again to take the wet, trembling penis into her mouth. Her husband, with one hand on the steering wheel, reached into her loose collar with the other, kneading her drooping breasts and teasing her soft nipples.
"Husband, harder! Husband, harder! Fuck Ruru to death! Ah...! Ahh...!" "Huff! Huff! Ruru, say you want my cock!"
"Ruru wants husband's cock! Wants husband's powerful cock, to fuck Ruru's stinky cunt to death...!" "Say you want my sperm!"
"Ruru wants husband's sperm! Sperm to fertilize Ruru's slutty cunt! So much...!"
"I'm coming...!"
The violently thrusting cock plunged deep, the husband's hot and hairy body heavily pressing down on Wanru's soft body, his limbs firmly fixing Wanru's hands and feet, leaving the woman beneath him, her face flushed and panting, no chance to escape—until the swollen glans injected all the hot semen into the woman's cunt, completing the insemination.
Of course, the semen didn't actually reach deep into the flesh, but was caught by the yellowish membrane. But this did not diminish the couple's urge to fertilize and inseminate each other before climax. Even knowing that the semen would be trapped inside the condom, they could still find the same pleasure in the close connection brought about by this impulse.
The husband pulled out his limp penis, tied the condom full of semen, and threw it on the bedside table. Then he stacked two pillows together and sat up to rest. Wanru lay on his sweaty thighs, facing his semi-erect penis that emitted a strong, fishy smell, and gently rubbed her nose against the sticky, warm glans. The husband stroked her hair, letting her hiss and inhale the scent of his glans, occasionally touching her still-erect dark nipples. Until his penis became erect again under Wanru's stimulation, he picked Wanru up in a princess carry and took the playfully kicking beauty in his arms into the bathroom.
"Wait a minute, I need to use the toilet..."
"Go over here!"
The husband placed Wanru in the small drain in front of the bathtub and watched excitedly from the side. Unexpectedly, Wanru bit her lip, got up, walked to the toilet, and silently sat down. After a moment of silent staring at each other, she finally gave a surrender look and said,
"Honey, can you turn around..."
What Wanru saw was a malicious smile and an erect penis.
"Why do you want me to turn around?"
"I need to use the toilet..."
"You've done it so many times already, are you afraid I'll see you pee?"
"No, no..."
Her husband's tone changed, indicating he had her figured out—noticing this, Wanru blushed and lowered her head. Unexpectedly, her husband squatted down in front of the toilet, insisting on meeting her shy face in eye.
"If it's not peeing, then what is it?"
"Well... the toilet..."
"Be clearer."
"The toilet... big, big..."
"Big what—?"
"Big..."
"Does Wanru need to poop—? Are you afraid of being smelled—?" "Hey you...! Ouch...!"
Bang!
Having experienced two explosions in one day, Wanru was both embarrassed and timid. Before she could even finish protecting her hands, her husband grabbed her wrists. Unable to avoid his mischievous gaze, and with the urge to urinate suddenly surging within her, Wanru could only bite her lip and close her eyes.
"Ruru, you can't close your eyes!"
"Why...!"
"Be good, look at me."
"No! You're a pervert!"
"Or I won't do it later, honey, I'm going to cry."
"Waaah...! I-I know! I'll look!" *
Plop!*
The two stared at each other in utter embarrassment for a moment, then a fart echoed from the toilet. Her husband deliberately raised an eyebrow, teasing Wanru, whose face was flushed:
"Wow, Wanru's fart is so—stinky—oh—"
"Ugh! Stop it! You made me back down!"
"Want to whistle for Wanru? Whoosh—whoosh—!"
"I'm not a child! And it's not peeing! Honey, please let me finish properly…!" Satisfied with Wanru's outburst of shame, her husband finally released her hand and turned to shower. Wanru, now safely inside her protective enclosure, continued to struggle with her embarrassment while quietly using the toilet—after all, she'd written about things like drinking urine and eating feces before, so this level of teasing shouldn't have bothered her. However, she was actually quite embarrassed by her husband's antics, and he only let her go after satisfying his own desires.
What should have been a strength turned out to be a weakness, causing all her confidence to transform into a spear of shame that pierced through Wanru's protective shield, making her face even redder and hotter.
Fortunately, her husband didn't tease her again after that. Wanru finished using the toilet and showering without incident, and the two of them enjoyed a comfortable hot bath.
"Oh, the mole has popped out!"
"Hmm..."
In the rising steam of the hot water, her husband poked the small black dot on the lower left side of Wanru's mouth. This mole was only visible after she removed her makeup. He reached out his warm hand, lifted Wanru's chin, and kissed the mole several times, making her laugh.
"You can't usually see it, don't you like people seeing your mole?" "No, I don't dislike it, it's just that when I was little people laughed at me for being a glutton, so I got used to covering it up. Hey... stop kissing me, haha!"
"I wonder which glutton was it, constantly clamoring to eat my big dick in the car!" "It wasn't me—look, I have a mole on my lip, but the other people in the car don't." "Wow! Even without a mole, you still eat for three hours, so if my wife has a gluttonous mole, she'll eat all night!" Wanru was amused by her husband and giggled. He kissed her lips deeper and deeper, then suddenly he plunged into the water with a splash and turned to bite her now soft nipple.
"Honey! Stop it! It'll hurt if you bite..."
Her husband's face, red from being soaked in hot water, surfaced with a splash, and he chuckled,
"Who told you to have such a big mole on your chest? After kissing the 'gluttonous mole,' you have to kiss these two!" "Hey! You're laughing at my dark nipples, aren't you!"
"I never said 'nipples' from the beginning! You pervert! Haha!" "Ugh... I'm ignoring you!"
Late at night, the air conditioning in the double room of the clubhouse was replaced by a lukewarm rustling sound. Wanru sat up, pulling the warm blankets around her, put on her underwear and a coat, and got out of bed to the walnut round table. The laptop's glow was turned on with its back to the bed, and the cold oolong tea in the teapot was quietly poured into the teacup. A moment later, Wanru's stiff expression appeared in front of the glow, and the light and rapid keyboard clicks rang out.
She drank a cup of tea, about 200 ml, in three sips, each about 30 minutes apart. The incessant clicking of the keyboard stopped every 10 to 15 minutes, each pause lasting 3 to 5 minutes, before resuming.
This repeated until she finished the first cup of tea, at which point Wanru's expression softened. Five wads of toilet paper appeared beside the teapot; Wanru threw them all into the trash can, poured herself another cup of tea, and then pulled out a wet wipe to wipe her inner thighs.
"Phew..."
The window that had been completely black an hour ago was now filled with white text, in a conveniently readable Mingti font, size 10. It was an article composed of numerous narrative sentences and a few lines of dialogue, employing a simple two-tiered structure. The background story was briefly mentioned in a few sentences, followed by over 90% erotic descriptions. The article's purpose wasn't to promote any ideology or tell a story; it was purely to arouse the reader's sexual desire. In other words, it was a so-called "gunfight" (or "masturbation").
Wanru usually avoids writing after masturbating to orgasm, especially since she's recently had sex with her husband, as it would affect her sensitivity when describing sex scenes. However, things are different when a surge of writing urges awakens within her. In such situations, masturbation in conjunction with writing becomes crucial. She
fantasizes about the current sexual activity while simultaneously engaging in physical stimulation, guiding her fantasies in several more exciting directions. After masturbating stops, she rationally decides the most suitable option—this is her approach to processing fast-paced erotic writing. She can produce an article or paragraph of about four to six thousand words in as little as two hours and as long as four hours.
Although it's not something she can boast about in front of others, Wanru is quite satisfied with this efficiency. The rewards for this writing do indeed arrive: wads of toilet paper soaked with her own fluids used to wipe her private parts, and a cup of cold tea being warmed in her stomach. Wanru savored the rather melancholic feeling in her heart, then brushed it aside, letting Melody's unfinished story flow back into her mind. Scenes, characters, script, and sound effects were all in place, waiting only for her fingertips, hidden inside her underwear, to play the wet opening melody; the second half of the performance would begin.
Just as Wanru began to concentrate, her husband's snoring stopped, and a call, a mixture of groans and narrative, came from the bedside. Wanru unhappily ignored this distraction, but she did hear it; she simply chose not to respond. As she did so, her mind insidiously connected it to similar experiences, causing her to be distracted by past unpleasantness and generating unnecessary feelings, requiring even more effort to eliminate these feelings. Only after all these superfluous and meaningless situations were successfully cleared away could she return to a state of full concentration. But her husband was already beside her, so she had to temporarily shut the curtain on the erotic drama in her mind, looking up at his hairy chest, then up to his cute, tired face.
Her husband came up behind her, his muscular body, still warm from the bed, bent down, his dry, warm lips resting on her right neck. His hairy hands slipped under her bra and panties, one grasping her fully erect nipple, the other touching her erect clitoris. A surge of physical pleasure, slightly detached from her psychological state, caused Wanru to moan.
"Do you know how sexy you are? Hearing you type so fast, I can imagine you intently staring at the screen, your eyes constantly glancing at the keyboard."
"Like this?"
Wanru said, quickly typing a few words. Her husband nuzzled her lower right cheek and said,
"Yes! And the sounds of masturbation. Like this..."
His hands, already prepared, moved nimbly, and Wanru, her nipples and clitoris being simultaneously stimulated by her husband, tilted her head back in pleasure, letting out breaths clearer than during masturbation.
"Ah...! Hmm... Hmm...!"
Her husband's caresses were more stimulating than masturbation, but for Wanru, who was writing, it easily degenerated into simple gratification. Her body had already experienced four brief moments of masturbation in the past hour, and her mind was filled with the upcoming scene from the play; her desire could easily continue this atmosphere. If her husband interrupted her at this moment, the feeling of writing the second half of this article next time would be completely different.
"Honey, um... let's not do this while we're writing." "Should we wait until we're finished?"
Wanru nodded, and her husband's hands immediately stopped.
"You're touching me so nicely, I might accidentally come. I want to write this part down before finishing it..." "Okay, I understand!"
"It might take quite a while, why don't you go to sleep?"
"It's okay, just keep writing. Can I watch from the side?" It's best not to, otherwise it will make it hard for me to concentrate—Wanru quickly weighed the options in her mind and decided not to add that spoilsport. Instead, she used a sweet voice specifically for coaxing her husband:
"Hmm! Then you have to be patient, don't touch me randomly."
"Don't worry, I'll only do it if you want me to. Can I see the beginning first?" "Pull it yourself, I'm going to lobding. Get a chair too, standing is tiring." "Okay!"
While her husband was rustling around, Wanru leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.
Melody flicked her fingers, and the red curtain slowly opened to both sides, the slightly faded set was put back on, and the actors took their positions. The husband's mutterings occasionally intruded on the richly detailed stage, a slight disturbance that the eccentric director could tolerate and even enjoy.
"The Virgin Mary of a Fallen Kingdom... is the backdrop the Papacy...?"
The Papacy seemed quite fitting—the prosperous and powerful medieval Western European kingdom quickly transformed into a solemn Papacy with towering towers, but the next leading lady appeared in royal robes, completely disrupting the style. So the towers crumbled into sand and scattered, and bustling markets and brick houses filled the stage once more. The small bottle filled with the Papacy's sand was stored away in a corner backstage, never to be glanced at by Melody again until the Queen's impending erotic song ended. Melody
began to wave her slightly heavy hands, and the atmosphere of a fallen kingdom and ruined home was followed by the naked Queen. The rapid clatter of keyboards and perfectly timed masturbation intertwined, and at the very end, the blushing director finally walked backstage, dripping thick drops of erotic fluid along the way.
"My dear wife, you've worked so hard."
Her husband's gentle call and sudden embrace blurred Melody's appearance. Wanru simply let it all dissipate, returning from the frenzied performance to the silent club room. The intermittent release of desire over the past two hours reached its peak. Without a word, her husband immediately carried the wet and hot Wanru to the bed, pulled off her panties soaked with love juice, and put a condom on his long-awaited, thick penis, immediately thrusting it into her wet and lustful vagina.
"Oh...oh...!"
The fresh stage memories turned into comfortable moans, and her husband's vigorous thrusting movements resembled the lewd acts between the lines. Wanru easily immersed herself in the roles of the Virgin Mary and Queen being pampered by the penis, lost in the intersection of reality and fantasy, offering beautiful moans along with Melody in her heart for the tingling of her flesh and the strong penis.
"Oh...oh ho...! Oh ho...! Harder...husband, harder...!" -- No, the moans were merely an illusion echoing in Melody's heart. In reality, Wanru had long since lost the will to moan; her burning desire forced her to emit only greedy, lewd roars.
"Hiss...! Hiss...! So good...! It feels so good to have my hole being pounded like that...! Mmm...! Mmm ho...! Hooh oh oh oh...!"
Ever since her husband tenderly penetrated her, Wanru no longer needed any caresses. Her desire was always ready to be extinguished into ashes by her husband's penis, and the lewd scenes on stage only amplified her sensitivity. When the thrusting of his penis reached the point where she could no longer hold back, Wanru hugged and squeezed her husband tightly, her tongue lolling out in a daze of passion. After a few brief exchanges of their lips and tongues, her husband buried his face in her sweaty neck and launched his most intense assault.
"Hoo...! Hoo...! Husband...! I'm going to cum...! I'm going to cum...!" Her husband's thoughts, which should have been straightforward, suddenly took a sharp turn. On a whim, he whispered in Wanru's ear,
"You god-worshipping sow! Cum properly in front of your followers!" Suddenly, Melody's hands moved cunningly, quickly pulling Wanru's head, which was about to climax, into a fantasy. Her wild, lewd moans unconsciously became vivid lines from her memory, bursting out the moment her husband fucked her hard to the point of climax:
"Praise be to the great orc's strong cock, oh oh oh oh—!"
Her body's reaction was a bit dull after having sex three times in a few hours, but with two hours of masturbation fueling it, Wanru felt a very strong sense of liberation as she cried out. As for her husband, whose rhythm gradually slowed down to match her afterglow, he quickly went limp after completing his task, lying exhausted on Wanru's body, panting.
After her mind calmed down amidst their intertwined breaths, Wanru's cheeks flushed even more intensely, as if they were about to explode—but wait, since it was her first time making love after writing, maybe she was just remembering wrong. Anyway, she should check with her husband first.
"Honey, honey."
Wanru patted her husband's arm, rubbing her palm against his slightly sweaty, sticky arm, waking him up from his near-fallen state.
"What… do you still want to…?"
"No, I have something to ask you."
Her husband's face lifted from Wanru's shoulder, his silhouette blurred yet strikingly masculine against the dim orange light streaming from the ceiling. Wanru reached out and gently touched her husband's body, asking as she did so:
"Did I just say… um… something a little strange?" "Yes, something praising orcs…"
Sure enough!
"And the voice was sharper than usual, a bit like singing opera? I wasn't listening to opera…" And it was at an incredibly high volume!
"Maybe the whole building heard us, haha!"
Bang—!
Overwhelmed with embarrassment, Wanru instinctively burrowed into her husband's arms, afraid they might hear conversations or knocking outside. If things really escalated to that point, a mere hand shield wouldn't be enough.
"Why…why did you say it out loud…! It was…it was just in your imagination…!" He seemed to have forgotten his impulsive whisper in her ear—because Wanru's reaction was unexpectedly adorable, her husband decided to hide the fact that he was the culprit. He gently comforted the flustered Wanru nestled in his arms, simultaneously boosting his own reliability in his wife's eyes.
Smelling the increasingly familiar, sweaty scent of her husband and feeling the comfort of being held in his arms, Wanru soon overcame her shyness and peacefully fell asleep, burying her face in her husband's warm chest.
The next morning, the couple, exhausted from their all-nighter, didn't wake up until almost ten o'clock. They took another bath before checking out. Still tired, neither had the energy for sex; at most, they caressed each other's breasts and genitals, teasing each other a little, and enjoyed a peaceful bath before hurriedly preparing to check out.
As Wanru sat in front of the mirror drying her hair and putting on makeup, her husband leaned over and smoothed her warm, short hair, saying to her reflection,
"You'd look great with long hair!"
"Hmm, don't you look good now?"
"If you're a 120 now, long hair would be a 150!" "Yes, yes, yes, I'll keep it if you like. Now go pack your bags—" "I'm being dismissed, so sad…"
"Okay—"
"What's there to say…"
Wanru smiled as she applied powder, then fell silent, and her husband obediently went to pack their things. When the cleaning staff knocked on the door, Wanru hurriedly finished drawing her eyebrows and quickly stuffed all the cosmetics on the table into her bag.
Although she didn't necessarily need to draw her eyebrows, she wanted to make a special effort today.
"Okay, hurry up, hurry up, I need to start cleaning."
"Okay! Oh right, the toothbrush and charger in the bathroom..."
"I brought them all! Come on out!"
"Okay..."
Wanru, carrying her bag, scarf, and a light jacket and socks she hadn't had time to put on, jogged to the door at her husband's urging. She gave the cleaning lady an apologetic smile, then shoved the bag into her husband's arms and sat down to continue getting dressed. While she was busy getting ready, her husband, carrying bags and bags of stuff, chatted and laughed with the cleaning lady.
"Young people, always rushing around. You kept saying you wanted to take a bath before checking out, but you dragged your feet... haha."
His anger flared.
"Oh, no, we're a couple, just taking her out for a honeymoon these past few days... Yeah, these young people nowadays, I'm not exaggerating! They have so many little problems!" (Add two.)
"Okay! Okay! Oh, thank you, we're leaving now! Okay, okay! It'll hurt! Can't you see I'm carrying all this stuff while waiting here, and I haven't complained at all? Haha! Okay, we're leaving now! Goodbye!" (Full marks.)
Her feet, clad in pure black knee-high socks, hadn't even put on shoes yet, and she pretended to kick her husband's groin. Seeing Wanru's puffed-up cheeks and angry expression, her husband knew she wasn't really angry, so he improvised a scene, his face contorted in a pained expression as if he were actually being punished in his crotch. Wanru was amused by him and didn't mind the conversation that was actually just going along with his words.
"It's rare for you to wear a skirt today. Is it because you're going out for a stroll?" "Just to change the mood..."
Her husband glanced at Wanru's burgundy and black striped mini-skirt, which, along with her socks, clung to her thighs, while he acted as a human support for her to put on her shoes. Not only was it rare for her to wear a skirt, but she had also changed her shoes from her nearly worn-out Oxfords to riding boots, and her top was a very fitted style. Coupled with her long, slender legs, which were accentuated by her knee-high socks, Wanru's look was completely different from the simple style she had displayed when she arrived here yesterday.
"Oh no..."
"Hmm, uh-huh? Did I do something wrong?"
"Nothing... but my wife's gotten so hot, more people will be fantasizing about you!" "Pfft! Can't you just give me a proper compliment on how pretty she is!"
"So pretty! So pretty! So pretty!"
"Okay, okay, once is enough..."
"So pretty! So pretty! So pretty!"
"Hey, stop it, it's so embarrassing...!"
"My wife is so pretty! Right, auntie, you over there, buddy!" "Oh dear! An old cow eating young grass, hehehe!"
"Not bad! Youth is an asset, awesome!"
Bang!
This time, not only was there a lot of "fireworks," but the number of "self-destructions" was also unprecedentedly high. Wanru, blushing, quickly went downstairs and slipped into the parking lot. Her husband, carrying a pile of luggage, caught up with her in no time and gave her a big hug from behind.
"My lovely wife."
"Wh...what's wrong?"
"Could you help me with my luggage? I need to drive."
With her cheeks still flushed, Wanru was somewhat expecting her husband to say some sweet words, but instead, she was handed heavy bags, so heavy she didn't even have the energy to "self-destruct."
After putting everything in the back seat, Wanru got into the passenger seat and, before her husband could press the accelerator, used her slightly cold hands to cool him down—her husband froze for a moment before quickly pretending to groan from the cold. Although there wasn't a "bang" this time, Wanru still experienced a similar level of embarrassment.
The two drove to a nearby shop that accepted breakfast vouchers. Her husband got out and back in, shrugging and saying that the redemption time had passed and they couldn't exchange them for breakfast. Wanru raised an eyebrow at her husband's face, which seemed to scream "zero negotiation skills." She took the breakfast voucher and returned a few minutes later, smiling broadly, carrying two bags of breakfast.
"Strange! Why can't I do it, but you can?"
"Because I paid for it!"
"Wow... wait, does 'paying for it' mean...?"
Her smiling face suddenly turned mischievous, and Wanru shook her head, muttering,
"You stingy guy! He won't even exchange it for just an hour late, making us lose a hundred dollars for nothing!" The two finished breakfast in the car and drove to Luodong in the drizzle. They first went to a well-known old shop and bought a large box of candied fruit. One person was responsible for opening the bags, and the other for putting the candied fruit into them—it took quite a bit of effort to complete the purchase list. Then they strolled around nearby Plum Blossom Lake, where their "change of mood" had a remarkably good effect—Wanru's outfit attracted significantly more attention than usual. Although she acted quite smug in front of her husband, the moment he said something to tease her, she would immediately burst into tears.
Having endured the cold wind and drizzle, the two, their cheeks red from the cold, each clutching a hot coffee, got into the car, enjoying what the shopkeeper said was coffee that tasted especially good when drunk next to each other.
"Honey, it doesn't seem any better..."
"Who insisted on buying it?"
"Who didn't stop me from buying it?"
"I'm sorry, I was wrong, my dear wife, please have mercy..."
"Very well, you can have the trash there, get up."
After finishing their coffee, before the car had even left the tourist area, the drizzle turned into a downpour. Her husband seemed quite enthusiastic, but Wanru appeared thoughtful, so he slowed his pace, following Wanru's lead and driving slowly north. Passing by the Yilan County Government, Wanru suddenly exclaimed, and the two turned into an alley lined with huge red Lego bricks to visit the Lego Museum.
"This little elf is so well-made! Honey, come here, let's take a picture with the elf!" "Okay."
Compared to her husband's excitement at the building block exhibit, Wanru, though always smiling, seemed listless. She couldn't let herself be affected by this—thinking this, she focused and pressed the shutter. Her husband, undeterred, continued to introduce this and that to Wanru, proving with his actions that he was a reliable man.
When they reached the darkroom displaying the glowing building blocks, Wanru deliberately lingered a little longer. Once all the other tourists had left, she suddenly buried herself in her husband's arms. Judging from her reactions throughout, her husband knew this wasn't a plea for intimacy, so he nodded to the guide, then patted Wanru's head, hugged her, and gently rocked her.
"Honey, the results are in."
"I'm listening."
Wanru buried her face completely in her husband's chest, rubbing against him and lowering her voice:
"Positive..."
"Hmm."
After a moment of silence, the approaching noise from outside grew louder. Wanru stood on tiptoe, tilted her head back, pointed to her lips, and kissed her husband intimately again and again in the dark corner. Then she took his hand and pressed it to her chest, placing her own hand on his chest as well.
"This way, I'll be just like you."
After their marriage, Wanru spent almost every night in Taipei, only going south to Taichung with her husband on weekends to clean up her old apartment, which was a mess, like a garbage dump.
In the less than 15-ping (approximately 33 square meters) apartment, books and magazines piled up all over the living room floor. Some were neatly packed and bulging, some were awkwardly torn apart, and most were already categorized. When her husband tried to tie them up with a rope, Wanru quickly stopped him, explaining that there was a book on it that she wanted to take to Taipei.
"Honey, you need to be careful. I've put some books I like upstairs, but I'm not sure which ones I'll bring. So we can't bundle them all together."
"Okay..."
The husband, not knowing which books were his wife's favorites and which were neglected, just stayed by her side, busying himself until he needed her help. However, because Wanru's gesture of raising her index finger and lowering her chin was so charming, he deliberately bundled a few more books, wanting to see that gesture and hear that voice again. Unfortunately, he only got scolded afterward.
"Honey, these magazines haven't been opened yet. Should we auction them online?" Wanru glanced at the stack of magazines at his feet, which weighed about three kilograms, and shook her head after less than three seconds of thought.
"I'll keep it because I want to look at the clothes in it."
"But you've never even opened it..."
"Anyway, those are seven or eight years old, nobody wants them. I got them from a coffee shop I know... Sigh, just grab any book and read, I'll sort them out."
Wanru took the magazines and piled them to the other side. The unopened wrapping paper made a rustling sound as it landed in a corner of the book city. After that, her husband never saw them taken out and put in the "Taipei" or "Discarded" corner again. Judging from the limited information, these books were probably just trash that was neither useful nor worth throwing away, and her husband thought it was better to throw them away. However, Wanru was always indecisive when dealing with her own affairs. If she were to handle it herself, she probably wouldn't finish even after several trips back and forth.
"Hey, stop sitting there playing on your phone, help me out..." "I'm done with this... ah, I'm dead."
Although she'd soon complain about getting in the way again, her husband decided to give in to Wanru's fickle nature and give her two extra arms to distract her from the tedium of sorting through old books. Sure enough, he was put on standby again shortly after he started helping, and a while later he was again begging for help in a coquettish voice. Regardless of who she inherited this troublesome yet adorable personality from, he was grateful to Wanru's parents for giving her this charming flaw.
They sorted for three hours starting at 9:30 in the morning, and they processed nearly half of the books and some minor items, mostly comics and light novels. Her husband knew Wanru was a homebody, and although he wasn't particularly interested in that area, he wasn't opposed to taking these things to Taipei.
"No, look, the paper has yellowed, and some of the book covers have clumps of dust on them. Although I quite like the smell of this kind of cheap paper that's been sitting for a while... the contents inside are useless." "What does Your Majesty mean?"
"The death sentence is final."
"Yes, sir!"
Since his wife had already ordered the disposal, the husband stuffed the bundles into the trunk and drove them to the recycling center to be exiled to the frontier. On the way back, he stopped by a well-known bento shop he had researched beforehand. Wanru, who was dozing among the books, was awakened by the sound of the door opening. When she saw the red bento box in her husband's hand, which wasn't very familiar but she remembered it, she guessed that he would be cursing while eating.
"Wife, let me tell you! I went out of my way for twenty minutes to buy this! This bento is amazing—"
Before starting to eat. "Damn it... I'll never believe any local recommendations for good food again..." After starting to eat.
"I'm telling you, I've lived here for thirty years, and although I rarely go out, I've eaten at at least once at all the famous restaurants... I should know which ones you'd like." "So, does my wife know what I want to eat now?"
Seeing her husband's smile, Wanru slowly cleared away the lunchbox and bowls, asking in return,
"I guess seafood?"
"Yes! What kind of seafood?"
"Hmm—this is..."
"Hint! It starts with 'u,' two characters! You can leave it folded or not!"
"Uh...bao—bao—bao—bao—bao—?"
"Closer, closer!"
Her husband stepped forward and hugged Wanru, who was leisurely putting the empty lunchbox into an oil paper bag and tying it up. His hands, still smelling of oil and scallions, restlessly touched her thighs outside her skirt. Wanru threw the unsightly empty lunchbox onto the table, gave it to her husband to hug, and the two of them staggered and laughed as they walked towards the room. When they reached the bedside, where the midday sun couldn't reach, she wriggled under her husband's caresses and said,
"You want to eat my pussy? You're so horny!"
"I am horny! And my big cock is horny too!"
"You say it's big, you're so vain!"
"Ah, it really is big, my wife has used it and says it's amazing!"
"You... don't just have a mouth later!"
"You're the one who's making those 'ooh' noises!"
Wanru teased her husband while he touched her in his arms, and her skirt and clothes came off with each playful word. When they were down to their underwear, they embraced and went to bed. As soon as her husband mounted her, Wanru, sweating and her heart pounding, grabbed his hand and stroked the hair on his pubic hair, saying,
"Do you want to take a shower first, or you'll smell."
"It's better to smell good. Let's shower after we're done!"
"You're sweating, you smell awful." "
Then I'm going to fuck Ruru's stinky pussy!"
"Hmm..."
"Oh,
does that line resonate?" "A little."
"Fuck? Ruru? Stinky pussy?"
"Stinky pussy. I forgot when I felt it, but it was when someone touched my spot..." "That's the kind of line a frivolous man would say."
"Yeah! And he'd be violent towards his girlfriend, like smoking, drinking, getting tattoos, the thuggish kind... I'm not talking about my type. Is it a fetish...? Hmm... Sometimes I can understand a young girl throwing herself at a thug, but it's based on sex, maybe even some fanservice like a mini ATM... Ah, and there's also the everyday humiliation of him saying things like, 'This stinky pussy is my girlfriend!' or 'You slut!' during arguments, without the guy even realizing it..."
"Stop—! Snap out of it, snap out of it!"
Seeing Wanru suddenly delving into her fetish, her husband, left out in the cold, snapped his fingers twice to interrupt her rambling. Wanru, who had unknowingly said so much, was so embarrassed she tried to cover her hands with them, but her husband grabbed her hands and kissed the blushing Wanru.
"I'm glad you feel comfortable sharing these private thoughts, but a hot cock doesn't taste good when it cools down!"
"Hmm, is someone jealous of my fantasies?"
"Who's jealous! You stinky pussy!"
"Haha! It's funny that you said that on purpose... Ah... Hmm... Chuh, chuh..." The two kissed lightly a few times. Wanru's lips, slightly damp from her husband's kisses, parted slightly, holding his tongue, waiting for his entry. Her bra, damp with sweat, was quickly unhooked in her husband's hands, followed by her panties. Her slightly damp flesh was rubbed by two fingers before being taken into his mouth. As Wanru sucked and licked her husband's tongue, her sensual flesh contracted and sucked on his fingers.
Her husband kissed her lower and lower, kissing her chin, her neck, and her collarbone. When he reached her languidly drooping breasts, he kissed them carefully from the outside to the center, his lips gently pinching and sucking on her soft nipples.
"Ah...! Huff... Huff...!"
The pleasure from her vagina and nipples spread softly, faint yet alluring. Wanru couldn't help but moan softly, letting the pleasure rising to her throat transform into a blissful breath. She touched her husband's dry hair and firm back muscles, feeling the rough texture of this man. Each caress made her feel penetrated; a mature and alluring impulse seeped into her body through her husband's skin, connecting with her nipples, which were gradually hardening under the teasing of his tongue, and the flesh, which was being soothed and scratched by his fingers, efficiently producing factors of pleasure.
"Hmm... Hmm...! Heh...! Husband, over there too..." "I know, you little pervert!"
"Hmm... Ah...! Hah...!"
The dim light, combined with the saliva glistening on her nipples, made Wanru's erect black nipples look particularly intense. Now, one nipple was fully erect, the other still in its process. Her husband's rough, stubble-covered mouth was slurping and licking the still-not fully erect nipple, and soon both nipples were wet and perky.
Wanru hugged her husband's head tightly, gesturing for him to continue kissing her nipples. As the sucking continued, she stroked her husband's hair and said,
"Back in school, the girls in my class said that girls with dark nipples were very horny, that they must have had sex with boys too many times to get darker nipples. I guess that's when I started to think of myself as very horny, so while other girls were trying to keep their nipples pink, I felt that my color was just right." "So, that's why the proportion of women with dark nipples in the stories you wrote about is so high?" Her husband looked up at her and said, then lowered his head again to continue sucking on her nipple. Wanru licked her lips, let out a soft moan, and answered comfortably,
"Yes. Although I later learned the truth about the darkening, the initial explanations weren't completely refuted, leaving me confused for a while. When I came to my senses, my nipples were completely black. I was still a college student then, a virgin!" "
Virgins are so erotic. Take a bite!"
"Ugh...! Anyway, I'm very satisfied with my color. Even if it's based on a not entirely accurate theory, and things got complicated later, it's no use, because I've already fallen in love with it, and I feel that erotic girls should be paired with mature black nipples... By the way, why am I saying all this?" "You, you always start on a whim and forget the rest. Take another bite!" "Ugh...! Ah, I remember... What I wanted to say was that because I really like my erotic black nipples, I hope my husband can understand this erotic feeling and like it too." "That sounds like a sales pitch."
"Hmm! Sir, Ruru's black nipples are on sale! A kiss now comes with a free head pat!"
"How about this?"
Her husband said, then began to suckle vigorously. The sudden surge of pleasure and slight pain made Wanru moan comfortably, her flesh becoming even wetter.
"This... this way... it's especially for this gentleman to play with Ruru's stinky pussy... umm...!" "Giving away so much profit, you'll bankrupt the company, won't you?"
"Hey, why did you suddenly set it up in such detail? I told you to play, so play!" "Forced sales pitch—!"
Wanru giggled and gently pressed her husband's head down. Her husband descended like an elevator, making a buzzing sound, to her navel. He kissed her, then buzzed down to her mons pubis, squeezing some saliva onto her pubic hair before licking it until it was sticky. Wanru was itching with desire and urged him again. Only then did his warm lips reach her clitoris, taking the tip in and licking it. Unconsciously, her two fingers, which had stopped moving, began to penetrate her smooth, tender vulva again.
"Ah...! Mmm...! Ahh...!"
Although her husband's oral and manual movements were rather monotonous, Wanru wasn't a picky gourmet; a quick, satisfying stimulation of her erotic flesh was enough. Compared to masturbation, the caresses of her vulva weren't as varied, but being touched by her husband was incredibly pleasurable. Besides, she couldn't reach her clitoris herself, so overall it was much more comfortable than masturbation.
"Mmm, husband...! Mmm... Mmm, husband! Mmm...! Mmm...!" Pure pleasure, devoid of fantasies, rapidly accumulated in a short time. While it didn't make Wanru squint or let out a moan, a gentle climax quietly descended upon the afternoon room. Wanru pressed her husband's head down with one hand and stroked her breasts with the other. As the tentacles of pleasure reached into her climax with a soft "snap," her body relaxed completely, trembling comfortably.
"Mmm, mmm...!"
Her husband's fingers continued to probe and tease her wet, hot vulva, his fingers thrusting in and out, stretching left and right, between the walls of her vulva, feeling the subtle changes in Wanru's body during her orgasm. This continued for about half a minute before his fingers and tongue withdrew, followed by his long-erect penis.
"Huff... huff..."
Her husband looked at Wanru's vulva, which was breathing comfortably along with her mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to put on a condom. His penis was already so hot that even through the thin membrane, Wanru's vulva felt a strong sense of invasion, and her vulva involuntarily made gurgling sounds and dripped with vaginal fluid. However, her husband didn't insert it directly, but instead used the underside of his penis to rub against her wet vulva, sliding up and down. The anticipation of being penetrated by her husband's penis combined with the waves of pleasure on her vulva caused Wanru, still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, to cry out.
"Hmph...! Ugh...! Ah...!"
The hot, throbbing penis, dripping with her juices, pushed Wanru's love fluids forward toward her clitoris, then spread them to her slightly upturned, light brown labia, making her private parts even wetter. Then, it slapped and slapped against her swollen vulva.
"Ah...! Hmm... Hmm...! You, you're teasing me... Hurry up and put it in..." "What do you want? Where do you want it in?"
As her vulva continued to be pounded by her husband's penis, Wanru endured the unbearable itch and answered in a coquettish voice:
"I want my husband's big cock, to go inside Ruru's pussy..." "It should be a stinky pussy, right?"
"Hmm! Hurry up and put it into Ruru's stinky pussy..."
Her husband pressed down on her, but his penis was still at the entrance of her vulva, making Wanru look at him with a mixture of shame and anxiety, her eyes, driven by lust, carrying a hint of resentment. Her husband deliberately made his penis tremble against her vulva, making Wanru unable to bear it. Then, he touched nose to nose with her, sniffing her breath, and teased her:
"Want to be fucked by this big cock until you scream?"
"Yes...! Hurry up...!"
"So eager to become a sow, you're so lewd!"
"I am a sow... my husband's exclusive sow..."
Wanru's lips parted, and her saliva-dripping tongue slowly extended, but her husband did not respond to her lips and tongue. Instead, he used his hand to push her nostrils up.
"Mmm...! Mmm...!"
"Haha! Now you have a pig nose, Miss Sow."
"I... mmm! I still want my husband's... mmm! His... penis...!" "You had an orgasm just now, didn't you? You still want to be fucked after an orgasm?"
"Want to be fucked... mmm! Want to be fucked by my husband...!"
"I really can't do anything with you, you sow!"
As soon as the finger pushing her nose was released, Wanru's nostrils relaxed, and then her husband took them into his mouth and sucked them vigorously. A damp smell mixed with a slight bad breath and the greasy smell of the bento box filled her nostrils, making Wanru arch her body excitedly as she deeply inhaled the stench.
"My husband's smell...! My husband's smell...! Ahh... my head is melting...!" Wanru smelled her cheeks turn extremely red, and her head seemed to really melt. Before the penis was even inserted, her eyes slightly opened. Her husband licked Wanru until she was delirious with desire and had nowhere to release it, until she was almost driven mad with urges. Finally, he stopped stimulating her nostrils, got up, grabbed her thighs, and thrust in hard.
"Oh...oh oh oh!"
Just before she went mad, she finally got her wish and was penetrated to the fullness of her flesh. The pleasure, as fine as silver needles, shot out and pierced Wanru's head, which was still intoxicated by her husband's scent. This caused her once limp, dark nipples to swell rapidly, and her clitoris, having abandoned the recent orgasm, stood
erect, eagerly awaiting new stimulation. Her fully aroused body immediately received a series of fast and hard thrusts. "Hoo...! Hoo...! So good...! So good...! Husband...! Husband...!" Her husband's penis, like Wanru's, had reached its limit of endurance. Even though it was tightly held inside her, it could not stop it from standing tall and erect. The muscular glans scraped back and forth against the upper side of her vaginal walls. Even without specifically targeting Wanru's G-spot, the friction during thrusting brought her to a state of uncontrollable pleasure, causing her to moan and groan with wet lips.
"Oh... Oh... Right there... So good... Hiss, hiss... Hiss... Ooh... Ooh... Ooh... Ooh... Oh oh...!"
One moment she was moaning with pleasure from the intense penetration, the next she was letting out a subtle groan from the friction on her G-spot. Wanru's legs gradually went limp under the torment of these two contrasting pleasures. Until her sweat-drenched body was completely exhausted, and the thick penis that had been thrusting so vigorously was almost unable to take it anymore.
In order to enjoy their time together a little longer, her husband slowed down his thrusting and began to knead Wanru's breasts as he thrust. This little stimulation no longer brought Wanru the intense pleasure she was getting, but it was better than nothing. Moreover, when her husband played with her dark nipples, her body still exhibited slight reflexive movements.
Even in the old apartment in the afternoon, sweating profusely and leisurely making love—Wanru even had a minor climax during which her husband didn't notice—the couple still reached their limit after half an hour. Wanru changed from a lying position to a woman-on-top position, sitting on her husband and rocking for a while. When her husband decided to thrust, he patted her buttocks and told her to lie on the sweaty, smelly bed like a female dog. His strong, undefeated penis entered her warm, slippery vagina from behind. Her husband let out a soft cry, then, like a male dog in heat, he mounted Wanru's back and began to thrust vigorously.
"Husband, you're so strong...! So strong...! Mmm...! Mmm... Mmm...! Ruru... Ruru is going to cum...! Going to cum...!"
Exhausted from her husband's superior stamina, Wanru lowered her head, revealing the back of her neck with its disheveled hair, her two sweaty breasts slapping against each other. Her husband roughly grabbed her right breast with one hand and held her warm abdomen with the other, his rapid breathing filling her ear. As his voice rose rapidly, his penis plunged deep inside, causing Wanru's vaginal muscles to contract intensely.
"Ugh...! Ugh... oh oh oh...!"
Wanru, head bowed and moaning, climaxed first, followed closely by her husband, his erect penis spurting thick, hot semen, forming a large, thin ball of semen at the curve of her cervix.
Before his erect penis began to shrink, the semen ball almost hit Wanru's uterus. With a
soft "plop," her vaginal muscles expelled the semi-erect penis, and Wanru, head bowed and panting, trembled. Looking at Wanru, who was still prone, her back, glistening with their combined sweat, was an alluring sight. Sweat dripped from the thick, gray folds of her anus, like pursed lips, before falling onto her overflowing, wet vulva. If he could ejaculate inside, he could see the semen flowing from her contracting, pleasurable honeypot—a bit of a shame, but he'd still take a picture!
"Husband... huff..."
"What's wrong?"
"Don't take pictures, I'll be shy..."
Wanru pressed one hand on the pillow, preparing to sit up, using the other to cover her dripping, wet flesh. Her husband snapped a picture of her like this.
"You're so annoying, so disobedient."
Wanru rolled halfway to her side, her wet flesh tucked between her thighs, half her nipple visible in the frame.
"You're still taking pictures, I'm angry..."
Despite saying this, Wanru proactively removed the condom from her husband's penis, holding the condom full of semen in one hand and making a victory sign towards the camera with the other.
"If you're going to take pictures, make them a little erotic!"
"You like taking pictures with semen so much? My wife turns into a slut after sex!" "Because it's my husband's sperm, hehe!"
The two of them, without prior arrangement, remembered taking a bunch of post-coital photos at the hotel on their wedding day, and so they launched into a rather suggestive personal photo session.
It wasn't until dusk, after taking pictures and having sex repeatedly, that the two realized they'd gone too far. One, with his limp penis that could no longer get erect, walked into the bathroom, while the other, with his legs spread wide and dripping with semen, also entered. After a rare shower without any unwanted escalation, they grabbed a bite nearby and then drove back to Taipei.
[The End]

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