Beautiful mother teaches dance, exuding charm and allure.

Beautiful mother teaches dance, charming and seductive (Part 1) Harmony in the family brings prosperity. Mother Jiang Ling is a famous beauty. I have heard her occasionally talk about how she had countless men pursuing her when she was unmarried. It was only after she married my father that her life gradually became more ordinary. As she spoke, her peach blossom eyes couldn't help but glance in the direction of my father. These were all things that my mother talked about when she was lamenting that she was getting old. However, in my eyes, I could not find any trace of time left on my mother. She was still so beautiful and so young. Her nose was slightly upturned, her lips were small and tender, and her almond eyes were full of peach blossoms. She was especially charming when she blinked. Especially when my mother raised her pretty face and looked at me, the way she looked like she had just been kissed made me want to kiss her. My mother is actually quite tall, but my father and I are both over 1.8 meters tall, so when she doesn't wear heels, she usually has to look up at us. Because of this height advantage, I can occasionally see a patch of white skin on her chest when she's home. Her pair of snow-white breasts, squeezed by her bra, create a deep cleavage. When I get close, her breath touches my face—a fresh and cheerful scent, without a trace of age. My mother's breasts are on the larger side, which is actually one of the problems that bothers her, because she studied dance and now works as a dance teacher at the Cultural Palace. Large breasts make dance movements more difficult. Every morning, our family goes to school or work. My father's workplace is to the east, while my mother and I walk west to the bus stop to catch the number 10 bus. My school is at the third stop, while my mother's is at the last stop. There are very few people on the number 10 bus to the Cultural Palace; basically, in the morning, my mother is the only one left at the last stop. When we parted at the door, Mom would tiptoe to kiss Dad. Her legs were long and straight, and at that moment, the morning sunlight streamed in, making their beauty seem sacred and inviolable. I was always happy on the way to school. Mom would hold my hand, and because of our height difference, she seemed a little petite. There were quite a few perverts on the bus, and Mom would lean slightly against me. Occasionally, when the bus braked, Mom would be pressed against me, her large breasts against my chest. We would embrace, our bodies pressed tightly together, looking like a couple deeply in love to onlookers. Recently, when Mom talked about these things again, she would occasionally mention her new colleagues, one of whom, Lin Chen, was mentioned most often. Apparently, the Cultural Palace had recently hired a batch of young people, and Lin Chen was one of them. I didn't pay much attention, continuing with other topics with Mom, and didn't notice the blush and barely concealed shyness on her face when she talked about Lin Chen. I first met Lin Chen on the No. 10 bus. Lin Chen was surprised to see my mother at the bus stop and blurted out, "Lingling, so you take this bus too?" Called Lingling, my mother's face flushed pink. She gave Lin Chen a sidelong glance but neither refused nor responded. "Is this your son?" Lin Chen seemed to sense a slight embarrassment. "Yes, his name is Xinxin," my mother replied, tilting her head up to Lin Chen, her face still flushed, like a pear blossom in the rain. Lin Chen was momentarily speechless. Seeing Lin Chen staring at her blankly, my mother, her face still red, gently punched him: "Don't be like that when you're dancing! Stop daydreaming!" She then turned her head away, blushing. After chatting with Lin Chen for a while, I learned that he was my mother's new dance partner. The Cultural Palace was preparing for an international dance competition, and my mother and Lin Chen had prepared a piece called "Swan Lake," and they were rehearsing intensively these days. Soon, we arrived at school. Lin Chen and his mother stood together, waving to me. At first glance, Lin Chen, with his striking features, was indeed a handsome young man. Standing next to my mother… well, although she looked like a 20-year-old girl, she was actually 33. Where did the word "matched" come from? I wondered if it was just my imagination, but from then on, my mother seemed to pay more attention to her appearance. I tried to ask her about it, but she explained that it was for the needs of the dance troupe. "Swan Lake is very important, and Mom must win an award. This dance is also very demanding in terms of the dancers' physical appearance, so they chose Chenchen and Mom." "Chenchen?" I asked, puzzled. "Oh, that's Lin Chen," my mother explained, blushing slightly. Her pretty face was flushed, and she looked away from my eyes, which seemed to dart away. "We usually call each other by our nicknames," I said, relieved. Today was the weekend, and school was having extra classes. My mother also needed to go to the cultural center for dance rehearsals. My father, who didn't have to work, stayed in bed and slept in, refusing to drive us. So, my mother and I had no choice but to take the bus. Saturday was crowded, so my mom and I had to separate. My mom went to the door to pay, while I waited in line at the back to board. Lin Chen, who was behind us, saw us and first pulled me onto the bus through the crowd. Then, he struggled to the front to help my mom get on as well. We wanted to stand together, but because it was so crowded, Lin Chen and my mom couldn't squeeze to the back and had to give up. I saw my mom nestled in Lin Chen's arms, each holding onto a handrail, swaying from side to side in the crowd. Finally, we arrived at school. I hurriedly got off, turned back to wave to my mom and Lin Chen, and thanked Lin Chen. I turned and walked towards school. The bus behind me slowly started moving. Jiang Ling quietly lowered her hand from the handrail and placed it on Lin Chen's neck. We embraced, our breaths mingling. Lin Chen held Jiang Ling's waist tightly with one hand, while the other gripped the handrail for balance. Time flew by; the preliminary rounds of the dance competition were about to begin in Hong Kong. The night before leaving, Mom packed a large suitcase. Although she was a little tired, she couldn't hide the excitement in her eyes. "You seem very happy today, Mom." "Really? It's so obvious?" Mom touched her cheeks, a blush spreading across her face. "The competition is coming up, of course I'm excited!" If I'm not mistaken, Mom packed her newly bought stockings and her beloved water bottle.The high heels were also put in the bag, but as far as I know, high heels aren't used in dance competitions. So who was Mom wearing stockings and high heels for? The competition lasted a week, and including preparation time, Mom stayed in Hong Kong for about 10 days. As the saying goes, a day apart feels like three autumns. When Mom returned, she seemed even more radiant. Seeing Dad waiting at the airport, Mom excitedly rushed into his arms and gave him a passionate kiss. Only after the tenderness subsided did she notice that Lin Chen had already left. That night, Mom and Dad closed their bedroom door very early, and I could basically guess what they were doing. The soundproofing in my house isn't great, and their passion wasn't over until late at night. The creaking of the old bed shook like a rhythm, and it didn't stop until the early hours of the morning. After returning, Mom didn't seem to have changed much. She occasionally mentioned Lin Chen during conversations, but whenever she talked about Lin Chen, she would often awkwardly change the subject. However, my mother and Lin Chen still inevitably met. My mother would blush whenever she saw Lin Chen, but because of Lin Chen's help last time, I got to know him and thought he was a gentleman. My mother's blushing was probably because she wasn't used to being with strangers. When the bus was less crowded, I would chat with Lin Chen. He spoke with a strong sense of righteousness, and over time, we became good friends. One Sunday, I had nothing to do, so I accompanied my mother to the Cultural Palace. We met Lin Chen there, and I went to his dorm with him. Soon it was time for rehearsal, and Lin Chen and my mother went to the dance studio, leaving me alone in the dorm. I idly picked up Lin Chen's laptop, looking at the photos he had taken from his travels. The hard drive was a full 40GB, but strangely, I could only see 39GB of photos. I couldn't find the remaining 1GB. I casually clicked "show hidden files," and sure enough, everyone has secrets. Even the seemingly healthy and sunny Lin Chen had his secrets. I opened the folder, and it asked for a password. I knew Lin Chen's birthday from our previous chats. I tried several combinations of his birthdate, but all failed. Just as I was about to give up, I unconsciously typed in a familiar number: 19790311. It was my mother's birthday, and also the password my father often used at work. Surprisingly, the folder unlocked easily. I opened the folder, dumbfounded. The subfolder inside was named "Me and Lingling." Filled with questions and unease, I hurriedly opened it. Inside was a .doc file—Lin Chen's diary! Not many people were still practicing at the Cultural Palace on the weekend. Today, besides the staff working overtime, only two people in the dance studio could dance. Everyone was so engrossed in their work that they didn't seem to notice anything unusual about the two of them. Dance is a form of body language, and the two people working together inevitably have some physical contact. In addition to this, they need a high degree of understanding, so eye contact is essential. Lin Chen had never met a dance partner like this before. Jiang Ling's big eyes seemed to hold a world within them, always drawing people in and reminding them of some delightful memories—memories that were only a few days ago. This was Lin Chen's first encounter with Jiang Ling. Lin Chen sat quietly on a rock on the beach, a sketchbook in one hand and a pencil in the other, the subject of which wasn't the picturesque sea, but a stunningly beautiful young woman. Actually, she should be called a beautiful young woman, if it weren't for the little boy beside her calling her "Mom." The woman stood a few meters away on the beach, appearing to be no more than twenty-four or twenty-five years old. She was tall, wearing a snow-white dress that revealed a large expanse of fair and delicate skin. What captivated Lin Chen most was her breathtakingly beautiful face; the faint smile on her lips was so fresh and pure, like a fairy from a painting, immaculate and untouched. The vast ocean, such a magnificent scene, was instantly overshadowed by her. Chapter Two: Wrong Time, Wrong Place, Wrong Love. Last time we talked about the past that Lin Chen and Jiang Ling vaguely remembered during rehearsals; this time we continue. A young woman, barefoot and carrying a pair of seemingly expensive crystal high heels in each hand, strolled lightly on the beach. She seemed to have noticed Lin Chen's gaze, but having been subjected to such stares for so many years, she was used to it. She was a little curious; was the healthy-looking, sunny young man on the rock painting himself? Heh, how long had it been since she'd had such a romantic moment since marrying her husband, Chen Dong? He probably thought of himself as an unmarried girl. In the shallow water in the distance, more than a dozen children were playing freely, including her beloved son, Xin Xin. The sunlight shimmered on the sea, creating a beautiful, sparkling scene. Lin Chen was twenty-three years old. Painting was one of his hobbies. He had passed an assessment with excellent results and was about to become a dancer and staff member at the Shanghai Cultural Palace office. He had come to Shanghai with the team led by the office director, Lao Wang, to prepare for his new job. Bored at the hotel that afternoon, he borrowed a car and went to the beach, where he encountered this stunning young woman in white—or perhaps, in Lin Chen's heart, she would always be a young girl. This unfamiliar young woman possessed an indescribable charm in every gesture—elegant, composed, and even with a touch of nonchalant allure. He was intently capturing this beauty, wanting to present it all on his canvas. "Help!" Just as he was pondering this, a frantic cry for help suddenly came from afar. Something was wrong! Thirty meters away in the lake, a man was struggling in the deep water, shouting for help. His friends, who had been playing with him, had fled in panic to the shore, yelling and screaming, but no one dared to return to his aid. "Xin Xin, don't panic, Mommy's coming!" The young woman in white in the distance was startled, but didn't hesitate. She quickly rushed into the water and swam towards the boy. It was clear she was a good swimmer; her fair, delicate arms moved rhythmically in the water, and her slender legs, like a fish tail, calmly and effortlessly pounded the surface. Her legs, though seemingly delicate, possessed a powerful strength, making her resemble a legendary mermaid. Lin Chen, who was also on the other side, quickly stripped down to his underwear and rushed over. He and the woman in white, one in front and one behind, tried to help the boy named Xin Xin escape his predicament. At that moment, he had no other thoughts in his mind. Although Xin Xin was panicked in the water, he was still relatively clear-headed. Realizing he couldn't swim back to the beach, he desperately tried to kick and float to the surface, but his right leg was increasingly cramped. Even the slightest movement brought excruciating pain, and his body spun in the lake, his situation becoming increasingly precarious. The woman in white was faster, swimming to Xin Xin's side as quickly as possible. Xin Xin seemed to be completely disoriented and unable to move, only clinging tightly to her arm. The woman in white pulled Xin Xin's body forcefully, trying to keep his head above water, but as she pulled him back to swim, something soft unexpectedly entangled his right leg. The more she struggled, the tighter it became. The woman panicked, and the situation rapidly deteriorated. In the blink of an eye, she was struggling slightly. At this moment, Lin Chen finally swam quickly to their side. Without saying a word, he snatched the little boy from the young woman's arms, grabbed his arm, and kicked his legs to swim back. The young woman was relieved to see her son rescued, and with only one leg and two arms, she could temporarily maintain buoyancy. After rescuing Xin Xin, Lin Chen glanced back at the crowd on the beach. Seeing that no one dared to help the young woman, he could only swim back into the sea. By this time, the young woman in white was also gradually exhausting her strength, and her body was already showing signs of sinking slightly. When Lin Chen swam to her side, his heart finally settled. He took a deep breath, slowly sank into the lake, gently grasped the young woman's rounded ankle with his left hand, carefully pried off the foreign object on her foot, and after surfacing, Lin Chen quickly put his arm around the young woman's slender waist and swam back with her. The two were now tightly embraced. The young woman's thin white dress, soaked by the seawater, clung to her body, making her practically naked. Lin Chen tried to clear his mind, focusing on his waving arm to drive away the chaotic thoughts swirling in his head. But gradually, his arm grew weak, and his center of gravity involuntarily shifted upwards, eventually pressing against her two full, trembling breasts. The young woman realized her predicament; her fair face flushed crimson. She bit her lip and twisted her body in the lake, trying to struggle, but the rescue had left her weak and exhausted, leaving her with no strength. In the end, she had no choice but to give up, accepting the arm's presence. To her memory, this was the first time a strange man had touched her like this, outside of work. Feeling the soft, firm breasts beneath his arm, Lin Chen's breathing became somewhat rapid and uneasy. Even in the cool water, he could feel the warmth emanating from the young woman's flushed face. Their bodies inevitably touched and rubbed against each other in the water, causing him to lose control; his erection suddenly rose. "I can't take advantage of her," Lin Chen weakly thought to himself, his handsome face already flushed. Fortunately, they weren't too far from the beach, and Lin Chen managed to restrain himself. After they reached the shore, the onlookers scattered like sparrows. The young woman, distressed for her son, blushed and hurriedly ran to Xin Xin, who was coughing incessantly, forgetting to cover the two prominent, bright red nipples on her ample bosom. "Come back to reality!""!" My thoughts were pulled back from the seaside. The young woman in white was Jiang Ling. She hadn't changed her appearance, only her white dress had been replaced by a tight-fitting dance costume. At this moment, Jiang Ling was blushing and glaring at Lin Chen reproachfully, quite similar to the time I rescued her from the sea. Meanwhile, in Lin Chen's dormitory, I couldn't wait to open this strange diary. The diary was actually quite short, sometimes just a sentence. February 27th: I met the woman I love most in my life, dressed in white. When I rescued her from the sea, I will never forget the feeling of holding her in my arms. March 1st: I officially started working at the Cultural Palace. I met her again, and she immediately recognized me. She told me her full name and intentionally or unintentionally mentioned her husband and son to me several times. Jiang Ling, this beautiful woman, is already married. Her husband is a local entrepreneur, and her son is also very good. I envy their family of three. I understood that her mentioning her husband and son was a subtle way of telling me not to waste my time on her; she was a married woman. But that didn't stop my infatuation with her. Some say love transcends borders and everything else, but can it also transcend ethics? I had no intention of breaking up someone else's family, but I couldn't control my feelings. On March 2nd, my workplace announced that the stage director for "Swan Lake" was considering casting and accepting applications. Both she and I auditioned. On March 3rd, we received notification that the cast list was confirmed, and the lead roles were mine and Jiang Ling's! I was overjoyed. I have a strong dance background, and until she accepted me as her dance partner, I worked hard and finally earned her approval. Her eyes possessed the unique gentleness of a woman from Suzhou and Hangzhou. Whenever we danced together and our eyes met, I couldn't help but be deeply captivated, unable to extricate myself! On March 10th, I finally made up my mind to pursue her relentlessly. Ignoring her family, I tried to meet her, sending her flowers, but she repeatedly refused and solemnly told me that a relationship between us was impossible. On March 11th, I didn't give up. I knew she appreciated me; our chemistry was perfect, our coordination flawless. I knew she was satisfied with me as her dance partner. Besides being able to hold her while dancing, I could also be with her on the bus, which was already enough for me. On April 2nd, we rehearsed diligently. She even invited me to practice with her over the weekend. Our rendition of Swan Lake was already perfect, but I tirelessly danced it with her again and again. I love her; I'd gladly spend my whole life watching her like this. I always silently observed her. One day, I overheard her son, Xinxin, chatting and gradually learned that Lingling's husband was very busy, preferring to sleep in on weekends rather than take Lingling to school. Suddenly, I had a realization: perhaps Lingling was willing to spend time with me, even though I was just a substitute for her husband. At least I was in her life, and that was enough! On April 3rd, I regained my confidence, but I didn't continue my reckless pursuit. I remained immersed in our eye contact until she blushed and looked away, prompting her shy murmur, "You don't have to be so into dancing." She seemed to sense my change in mindset; her gaze was complex, confused, and slightly unfocused, with a hint of understanding. When I felt her gaze return to her, she calmly turned her head away. Our dance coordination became increasingly seamless; the leaders even said we had a chance to compete for the national championship, which made me very happy. On April 15th, I went to Hong Kong to officially prepare for the competition. The influence of "Swan Lake" was extraordinary; at the end of the piece, applause was deafening. She held my hand tightly, waiting for the judges' score. When the high score of 9.71 appeared on the big screen, we turned to look at each other, seeing the excitement, even tears, in each other's eyes. On April 16th, we had a small celebration at the hotel, just the two of us. I didn't know if she was drunk, but I could feel her body trembling violently when I carried her back to her room. I didn't go back to my own room; I put her on her bed and then lay down myself. I reached out and hugged her, turned my head to look at her beautiful face, and, fueled by the alcohol, kissed her. Her eyelashes trembled; she was awake! Taking advantage of the situation, I hugged her tighter, feeling her trembling body, and kissed her passionately, my tongue parting her tightly clenched teeth, our tongues finally intertwining. She didn't cooperate, but she didn't resist either, letting me kiss her beautiful face, pink lips, and fragrant tongue. After what seemed like a long time, I moved one hand up her waist, trying to possess her high, firm breasts, but she slapped my hand away as soon as I touched them. She opened her beautiful eyes and glanced at me, then quickly closed them again, saying in a barely audible voice, "Not there..." I knew this was the limit she could endure, but I felt very satisfied. That night, we held each other like that, falling asleep in each other's arms. The diary ended abruptly there, but there were more photos. I quickly flipped through them; most were pictures of my mother and Lin Chen traveling together. The two looked very close in the photos, like a couple in love. My mother was wearing the crystal high heels my father had given her, a short skirt, stockings, and the high heels made her look like a beautiful princess, not at all like a mother. There was also a photo of them kissing; my mother's eyes were closed, probably taken secretly by Lin Chen. After reading Lin Chen's diary, my heart was filled with mixed emotions. Last time I went to the beach with my mother, I almost drowned. In a daze, someone pulled me ashore. I was coughing hard because of fluid in my chest and didn't notice the person next to me. When I recovered, I was told that the person who saved me had already left. Now, thinking back to that time, that person's figure did look a lot like Lin Chen. But if I remember correctly, my mother was also saved by that person. Why didn't my mother mention this to me? Did she not want me to know about Lin Chen? Connecting this to my mother's awkwardness when Lin Chen was mentioned a few days ago, doubts began to creep into my mind. Lin Chen's love is profound, even flawless. If the object of his affections weren't my mother, I think I would definitely support him. But this is destined to lead to a fruitless, illicit affair, so I must stop it. After returning home, I thought about it for a long time. I went to the street and asked someone to get me a cloned SIM card. My phone is a dual-SIM phone, so I had one SIM card for myself and one for my mother. They can't continue like this; I have to find a way to stop it. The only saving grace is that my mother is still quite rational. In fact, deep down, I feel that the reason she allowed Lin Chen to kiss her during her trip to Hong Kong was entirely to repay him for saving us. My mother's good self-control gives me some peace of mind. However, to stop them from developing further and to discover any signs of infidelity in my mother as soon as possible, I can only spy on her privacy through the cloned SIM card. I silently apologized and clenched my fists. It's been a week since the competition ended. Speaking of the competition, I can't help but mention the celebration banquet that my father threw for my mother. Besides the company celebration, there was also a celebration held by Dad for Mom. That evening, Dad invited Mom's dance partner, Lin Chen. This was Dad's first meeting with Lin Chen, and there wasn't the tension I had expected. The two greeted each other amicably, it seemed Lin Chen had successfully suppressed her feelings. "Our Lingling owes so much to you for the trip to Hong Kong," Dad said, raising his glass to Lin Chen. The toast was just the beginning; they drank themselves into a stupor. Even I was allowed a little alcohol. It was my first time drinking at thirteen, and I got drunk almost instantly, thankfully I didn't drink much. The dinner party started at 9 pm, and before I knew it, it was closing time at the hotel. By then, all three of them seemed a bit too drunk to get up. Dad was completely drunk, Mom was a little less so, and Lin Chen was a little better but still couldn't walk. I had to book three rooms at the hotel's housekeeping department, and in a daze, I helped them into their rooms before going to bed myself. If I remember correctly, my room number was 318, Dad and Mom's was 317, and Lin Chen's was 317.I had just finished showering when I heard my mother's voice coming from next door. It turns out the hotel's soundproofing was terrible; I heard almost every word she uttered. "Gently, um, oh… all the way in, don't push any further, it hurts!" Her voice was thick with drunkenness and lust. The lovemaking lasted a very long time. I didn't know when my father, who was clearly drunk, had woken up, yet still had so much energy. I listened for a while in the next room, my eyelids drooping, and I eventually drifted off to sleep. I woke up in the morning to the sounds of lovemaking next door. My mother was moaning unrestrainedly again. "Oh, oh, Chen Dong, you're so amazing today! You've reached the end, don't push any further, it hurts!" My mother excitedly called out my father's name. For some reason, after my mother said that, their lovemaking abruptly stopped. I was puzzled and was about to press my ear against the wall to listen when my mother's voice came again. "You...don't stop, don't keep me in suspense, I'm so upset." "Lingling, I'm coming! I'm coming!" Dad's voice sounded a little strange, perhaps because he had been drinking and there was a wall between them; his voice wasn't very clear. "Come on, come on, hurry up!" Mom screamed, "Just this once, just this once!" I didn't know exactly what Mom meant by "just this once," but for some reason, I seemed to hear a sense of pain, entanglement, and helplessness in her voice, and my heart felt like it was being lifted. ...Aside from that, it was mostly just moaning and groaning, which lasted for quite a while. Dad seemed to still have a hangover, and his voice was low. He kept calling out, "I'm here, I'm here, Lingling!" The creaking of the bed continued for a long time, and I couldn't fall asleep anymore. I could only wash up and wait for them to finish so we could go have breakfast together. (III) The Mad Song of Ning Time rewinds to last night: Lin Chen felt dizzy and lightheaded. The alcohol was surging wildly in his head, and he could barely keep his eyes open. Even if he did, it would be useless. Everything he saw was blurry and incomprehensible. Someone helped him to the door. It felt like a hotel waiter. Because he wasn't very strong, he opened the door and pushed it open, leaving Lin Chen at the door. He hurriedly ran downstairs with a thud, as if he was going to pick someone up. "Whatever, I can thank him tomorrow." Lin Chen closed the door behind him. Without turning on the light, he went straight to the bed. There was a woman lying on the bed. Lin Chen thought she must be a hotel prostitute. He chuckled foolishly, his mind still hazy with drunkenness. He thought to himself that Chen Dong wasn't so bad; he'd booked a room for him and even brought a prostitute. It seemed he genuinely wanted to be friends. Didn't he realize he liked his wife? The alcohol was taking its toll, and a wave of nausea was washing over him, making it impossible for him to find peace. Without thinking, he stripped naked, lay down on the bed without showering, and casually moved the woman's body towards him, gently stroking her with his right hand. The woman was curled up, motionless, seemingly fast asleep. Lin Chen, drunk and unable to see clearly, simply closed his eyes and leaned close to her. He straightened her bent thighs, giving them a couple of squeezes. The stockings felt wonderful; her legs were slender and long. He recalled catching a glimpse of Jiang Ling's straight, white legs beneath her knee-length dress at the banquet earlier that evening—slender, shapely, and... well, they seemed to be wearing stockings too. Jiang Ling's beauty was unexpected, especially tonight. She was still wearing that rather ordinary white dress, her angelic, flawless face with its slightly upturned nose, delicate eyebrows, and crystal-clear eyes fixed on her husband with adoration. Yes, her gaze was full of adoration, but not on him. Lin Chen felt a pang of pain, then shook his head, trying to stop thinking about it. A Disney-style Swarovski Sleeping Beauty necklace adorned her long neck. Her proud breasts, slightly upturned hips, and a height of about 1.7 meters made her family quite a sight when they appeared at the entrance of Qiao Hong International. Shaking his head again, Lin Chen continued his movements beneath the "lady." He felt upwards at the dress. What style? He couldn't tell, but the length was just right, knee-length. She also wore a necklace. Heh heh, these days, prostitutes certainly have plenty of spare cash. Forget about sentimentality, Lin Chen unbuttoned all the woman's clothes. As he pulled down her dress, he gently lifted it, revealing half of her fair, smooth body. Her upper skin was translucent and delicate. After unhooking her bra, Lin Chen gazed at her large, firm, and towering breasts, feeling they were no less impressive than those of his beloved Jiang Ling. Lin Chen's desire was instantly aroused; the effects of the alcohol vanished without a trace, leaving only primal lust. He lifted the woman's legs, removed her lace panties, and the woman was finally completely naked before Lin Chen. Gently caressing her soft, supple, and elastic body, Lin Chen felt his blood rushing, his body burning, and his breathing becoming rapid. Perhaps he could treat this woman as Jiang Ling, Lin Chen thought silently. The woman's hair covered her pretty face, and Lin Chen neither lifted it nor wanted to. He would simply treat the woman beneath him as the one in his heart, and spending this wonderful night together wouldn't be bad. The woman struggled slightly beneath Lin Chen, seemingly trying to turn over, but then, finding herself unable to move, she simply fell asleep again. Lin Chen clumsily grasped her full breasts, playing with them, and lowered his head to suckle a drop of rosy blood. With a soft moan, the sleeping woman seemed to respond, her breathing becoming rapid with his movements. Unable to restrain himself any longer, Lin Chen gently parted the woman's slender legs, then, guiding his erection, carefully searched for the right spot and began his tentative advance. The woman's vulva was very clean, only slightly damp with vaginal fluid; the petals were pink. Lin Chen guessed she was probably a newcomer to the profession. Having just started working, Lin Chen was still a complete virgin, utterly inexperienced in sex. Now, this crucial step in his life was before him; he couldn't afford to make a mistake. His only regret was that he too would lose his virginity to a prostitute. Undeterred by his initial failure, Lin Chen persisted, repeatedly exploring the muddy grass. When his thick, long dragon encountered the tight, narrow flower bud, he could only cautiously pry open the door. The "lady" beneath him seemed to be adjusting her position intentionally or unintentionally to cooperate with him. Finally, with a soft cry like a nightingale's song, Lin Chen achieved his goal. His dragon successfully entered the pink jade gate, then plunged deep inside, eliciting a soft cry from the woman beneath him. Her soft, slippery flesh tightly enveloped his dragon. His first time entering the world, his dragon had encountered such a exquisite flower bud. Their bodies were perfectly intertwined. Caught tightly in each other's embrace, he thrust forcefully. With each stroke, the woman beneath him gradually entered the throes of passion. Lin Chen's low growls mingled with the woman's soft moans, creating a magnificent symphony. The hotel bed, seemingly oblivious to the commotion, began to creak and sway rhythmically to this captivating melody. The woman, eyes closed, gently rested her hands on Lin Chen's chest, unconsciously panting softly. Gradually, Lin Chen's thrusts quickened, his rhythm becoming increasingly masterful, causing the woman beneath him to begin moaning beautifully. Her cries were neither loud nor wanton, but rather delicate and restrained, much like the women of Suzhou and Hangzhou, showcasing their demure beauty to the fullest. The two were entangled together, reaching one sexual climax after another, seemingly forgetting everything around them, leaving only the man's unrestrained thrusts and the woman's demure moans. He didn't know when the woman's voice stopped. Lin Chen, on the verge of climax, trembled uncontrollably, pressing firmly against the woman's slightly raised genitals. His first ejaculation, like a tidal wave, was sent into her body through his thick penis, wave after wave, lasting a long time. Lin Chen and the woman's fingers intertwined, maintaining this position for a long time until he ejaculated. The woman was panting, but deeply sleepy, not opening her eyes from the beginning until the end of her climax. Lin Chen, however, was still unsatisfied, carefully savoring the wonderful feeling of that climax. After a while, the woman was already fast asleep in Lin Chen's arms. Holding her, Lin Chen thought that although she was a prostitute, she was also his first woman, and boundless tenderness welled up in his heart. After a few caresses, he also fell into a deep sleep. Outside the window, the moon hung like a hook, and the night was like a tide, as if whispering about their first encounter in the sea. That night, Jiang Ling had a dream. The man in the dream was not her husband, Chen Dong, but Lin Chen, the sunny young man who had once saved her life. The two returned to the sea where they first met. Lin Chen held her close, waves crashing against their bodies as they drifted with the current. The vigorous young man, holding her, breathed rapidly. Her ample breasts pressed against his chest, swaying and caressing him with the waves. He seemed to be losing control; his manhood finally hardened, pressing against her private parts. Adhering to the principle of passing by one's home three times without entering, he...He charged around the edge of the sea, but couldn't find a way to get to her. It was he who made her lose her composure. Without whispered words, without gentle rejection, Jiang Ling calmly embraced the sunny young man, watching him sweat profusely, willingly accompanying him as they drifted in the sea. "Mmm," she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, like a nightingale's song, startling herself. A surge of heat coursed through her body, and she realized something was wrong. Instantly, images of her husband, Xin Xin, and her family flashed through her mind, a wave of fear washing over her. She snapped back to reality. "Huh?" It was just a dream. The man on top of her was her husband, wasn't it? Jiang Ling glanced at him quickly, then hurriedly closed her eyes again, afraid he'd notice something. A wave of shame washed over her. She quickly banished the distracting thoughts and focused on feeling her husband's thrusts. His erection seemed slightly larger than usual, perhaps because he'd drunk too much. She'd heard her best friend, Su Ye, say that alcohol could enhance a man's sexual prowess, and it seemed true. Maybe she should keep some liquor at home. She quite liked this feeling of fullness, Jiang Ling thought shyly to herself. Her "husband," now drunk, seemed much more vigorous than usual, even ejaculating more during orgasm. Jiang Ling, secretly delighted, tried her best to reciprocate his movements. A crescent moon peeked through the clouds outside the window, like a shy, demure woman, faintly illuminating room 319 of the Qiao Hong International Hotel. On the bed, a pair of lovers, tightly entwined, were engaged in a fierce tug-of-war of love. Scattered under the bed were a pair of men's leather shoes and a pair of crystal high heels, while men's clothing and women's dresses and underwear were carelessly laid out on the sofa and floor, making the room somewhat messy. Meanwhile, in room 317, deafening snoring filled the air. Lying on the bed was a successful businessman in his thirties. Exhausted from a day of hard work and a few drinks in the evening, his snoring was severe. His beautiful wife had complained about it many times. The curtains in this room were tightly closed, and the moonlight streaming in seemed to have no effect on him. He turned over in his sleep, his brow furrowed, as if troubled by something unpleasant in his dreams. After an unknown amount of time, even Crescent Moon seemed to grow sleepy and disappeared. The two on the large bed in room 319 finally reached the final climax, embracing each other tightly, savoring the pleasure of the orgasm. A drop of thick liquid was squeezed from the woman's tender pink flower and dripped onto the white sheets. (IV) A Second Blossom, A Beauty's Uncertain Future In the morning, before dawn, Lin Chen had already woken up, holding the soft and fragrant body in his arms. Having just experienced a passionate lovemaking session the night before, he was attracted by the woman's bare back. One hand caressed her back, while the other reached under the covers to the mysterious place between her legs. The woman was disturbed in her sleep. Her jade gate was still full of semen from Lin Chen the night before, and with Lin Chen's caresses, it soon became wet again. The woman turned her back to Lin Chen, her buttocks pressed against his lower body. Lin Chen simply held his thick dragon and entered smoothly from behind. Then, he turned over and lay on the woman's jade back to begin his movements. Having learned from last night's experience, Lin Chen was much more relaxed this time. He reached his hands to the woman's breasts, grasping her alluring white breasts and kneading them incessantly. His lips kissed her neck repeatedly, while his lower body didn't stop either, thrusting his massive member forcefully until it met a soft, fleshy wall, unable to advance any further. The woman's pink vulva completely enveloped his long shaft. He gently pumped in and out, careful not to hurt her when she wasn't yet aroused. He was so gentle, even towards a "prostitute." The woman was awakened at this moment, softly humming and moaning. Lin Chen, having sobered up in the morning, recognized the sound, but in the heat of the moment, he didn't care. He secretly quickened his pace, pressing down on the woman's back like a charging chariot, slapping against her snow-white buttocks. The woman's passion came a little late, but the reaction was intense. Her slender legs trembled, kicking the blanket off the bed, almost throwing Lin Chen off her back. Lin Chen, growing increasingly vigorous, thrust wildly inside the woman. Her vagina was actually quite tight; without the considerable amount of lubricant he'd used the night before, such rapid thrusting would have been difficult. A beautiful necklace fluttered in rhythm with their movements. Wait a minute, this necklace looked familiar. If he remembered correctly, Jiang Ling had worn a similar necklace last night. Lin Chen rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked closely. Yes, it was the same Swarovski Sleeping Beauty necklace from Disney, exactly the same. Could it be…? No way… Lin Chen's heart pounded. Fantasy was one thing, but if it became reality, regardless of whether Chen Dong could accept it, even his beloved couldn't! Lin Chen slowed his movements slightly, preparing to reach out and brush aside the woman's disheveled hair, turning to look at her face. "Oh, oh, Chen Dong, you're so amazing today! You've already reached the bottom, don't push any further, it hurts!" The voice was soft, gentle, and incredibly alluring, yet it exploded in Lin Chen's ears like a thunderclap. He was dumbfounded, his body instantly stiffening. There was no need to even look anymore; this woman was indeed Jiang Ling, without a doubt. Lin Chen hurriedly stopped everything, lay down on Jiang Ling's jade-like back, and reached out to brush aside her beautiful hair. At this moment, Jiang Ling's pretty face was flushed, she was biting her thin lips, her eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fair and delicate skin was covered with fine, clear beads of sweat. She was still in a state of extreme excitement, unaware of what was happening, and was trying to lift her fragrant buttocks upwards. Feeling her husband on her back suddenly stop, she was about to turn around to see what was going on when suddenly a familiar face came into view. Although he already knew the woman beneath him was the beautiful Jiang, whom he had longed for day and night, seeing her again in this setting still shocked Lin Chen. Their bodies were intimately connected; Lin Chen could even feel the layers of flesh within Jiang Ling's flower clinging tightly to his massive member, growing ever tighter. Her full breasts were still in his hand, as they engaged in the most intimate act only husband and wife could do. The dream of last night had suddenly become reality, leaving Lin Chen speechless. Even more shocked was Jiang Ling. Our beautiful Jiang, who had been completely immersed in the pleasure of sex just a moment ago, suddenly had her pupils dilated in shock. Lin Chen! The one making love to her was Lin Chen; the thick thing inside her was Lin Chen's; his left hand was still holding hers… and last night… Closing her eyes, Jiang Ling shook her head violently, making sure this wasn't a dream. It took her a long time to recognize the man before her. My God, it really was Lin Chen! Perhaps fate isn't fair to everyone. While bestowing upon Jiang Ling a beauty that should have made her shy, it also granted her extraordinary composure and wisdom. She recalled Xin Xin taking her back to her room last night, and connected this to the sound of the door opening she seemed to hear in her sleep. She quickly guessed what had happened—it was actually a misunderstanding. Her precious son, Xin Xin, had gotten drunk and mistakenly brought Lin Chen to her room! Thinking of this, Jiang Ling gritted her teeth. It was all that bastard Chen Dong's fault for letting Xin Xin drink! What should she do now? Jiang Ling's mind raced, but she couldn't think of a solution. Besides, there was that stupid, statue-like man on top of her, and that annoying thing was still inside her… Ugh, no, that stinky thing was still swelling, so full… There was no crying or screaming, no apologies, no panicked attempts to escape, nothing… The room was quiet and still, except for the occasional rapid breathing, so stuffy it was hard to breathe. Finally, a delicate, almost mosquito-like warbling broke the silence in the room. "Move a little." "Huh?" Lin Chen was a little dumbfounded at this moment, a far cry from his usual sunny, boyish image. She opened her misty eyes and whispered, "You bad boy, don't stop, don't keep me in suspense, I'm so sad." Her beautiful voice was like sunlight sweeping across snow, melting the statue in Lin Chen's heart, and Lin Chen finally came back to his senses. "I'm sorry, I... I don't know." Lin Chen leaned against Jiang Ling's beautiful back again, his mouth close to her ear. "Don't say it... um... um, you're not allowed to say it now!" Jiang Ling gave a command for the first time, sounding full of reproach, almost like she was being coquettish. "She's escaping reality," Lin Chen sighed inwardly, not daring to say it aloud. He saw Jiang Ling's pretty face with tears streaming down her face, her eyes closed as if calm and composed, but her trembling eyelashes betrayed her inner turmoil. His penis swelled with desire, and Lin Chen, temporarily setting aside everything, lay on top of Jiang Ling and began to thrust. Even when the beautiful Jiang was nervous, she was still so charming; even her flower-like opening, which seemed to devour one's essence, was incredibly alluring. The walls of her vagina contracted, as if welcoming a new master back to his nest, tightly gripping this new master whom she had only met twice. Compared to her previous master, this one seemed even thicker and harder. Even the two large white rabbits in his palms bounced and danced joyfully to Lin Chen's rhythm, as if throwing a grand welcome party for this new...The arrival of the body's new owner. Jiang Ling lay on the bed, panting heavily, her breath as fragrant and pleasant as musk and orchids, lingering around Lin Chen, making him unable to control himself. As if something had suddenly descended, Jiang Ling suddenly grabbed a pillow, burying her head under it, followed by a muffled groan from beneath the pillow. At this moment, Lin Chen was like a wild horse, charging wildly at Jiang Ling, his voice hoarse as he roared, "Lingling, I'm coming! I'm coming!" Come on, come on! Jiang Ling screamed, "Just this once, just this once!" Her flower-like opening tightened again, a surge of love juice gushing out, splashing onto Lin Chen's penis. Lin Chen could no longer hold back, thrusting with all his might into the depths of the beautiful Jiang's body one last time, his scrotum trembling against her vulva, semen shooting into her flower-like opening in spurts, wave after wave, with his still incredibly hard penis. Lin Chen embraced Jiang Ling from behind, and the two remained in that position, enjoying their climax to the fullest, as if floating on clouds. After what seemed like an eternity, Jiang Ling sighed softly and said, "You've ruined me. I have no face to live anymore." Lin Chen didn't know what to say, so he remained silent. Jiang Ling seemed tired and wanted to change positions, but that annoying thing was still inside her. She wanted to urge Lin Chen on, but didn't know how to say it. After a long pause, she finally said, "I'm done, you…" "Hmm," Lin Chen replied absentmindedly. He passionately caressed the beauty beneath him, his heart filled with endless emotion. This alluring body, white with a hint of pink, he feared he would never have the chance to be with her again. "My husband should be sleeping next door, I think I heard him snoring!" Jiang Ling turned her head, blushing, and stared at Lin Chen. She raised her hand and punched Lin Chen. "Haven't you finished yet? How much is it? Hurry up! He's about to wake up!... Mmm..." "Almost there, Lingling, almost done." Lin Chen couldn't resist the temptation. He gently lifted his hips for the final thrust, chasing after Jiang Ling's evasive lips, trying his best to push his dragon into the deepest part of Jiang Ling's narrow and tender vagina. His dragon mouth sprayed thick semen onto the uterine wall. The pure uterus welcomed the fresh juices of a new lover twice in one night. The era of the old master's exclusive dominance was gone forever. "Lingling, cooperate a little." "Mmm, hurry up, why is it getting bigger again?" Jiang Ling saw that things were not going well. The man on top of her seemed determined to not leave until he reached Loulan. She quickly lifted her buttocks and followed Lin Chen's rhythm, cooperating with him for the final sprint. With another series of soft moans and gasps, Lin Chen finally collapsed onto Jiang Ling. His thick, long penis gradually shrank, then slid out of the beauty's jade cave, pressing tightly against her tender private parts. It was as if the two newly acquainted friends didn't want to part so soon. Jiang Ling's slender legs were slightly parted, and streams of thick, white semen flowed from her flower bud. Her lower body seemed to have been cleansed, wet and full of Lin Chen's scent. After a night of abundant lubrication, Jiang Ling's beautiful face appeared even more exquisite and stunning. With her long eyelashes trembling, a string of crystal tears flowed down her jade-like face like shattered jade. She still cried. No matter how calm and intelligent she was, she was still a woman.

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