Ye Qingquan

During the Tianbao era of the Tang Dynasty, there lived a man named Ye
Qingquan in Qingyuan County, Shaanxi Prefecture. One day, someone brought him a letter addressed to "Ye Qingquan." He opened it.
The letter was from his mother: "I heard you are in Shaanxi, but I haven't received a letter from you for several years, and I am very worried about you. I am getting old and miss you every day. Your wife is virtuous and filial, working hard at the household, exhausting herself. Now our family's finances are in dire straits. If your wife doesn't remarry, we will both starve to death. But your wife can't bear to remarry, and I can't bear to let her go either. So I'm writing this letter to you. If you receive a letter, please give it to the original person to take back. Your wife's fate depends on your letter."
Two months later, the messenger brought another letter from his mother!
The messenger said, "You have become the county magistrate of Qingmao County, and we are all very happy. Before, because you were not yet independent, we were afraid of adding to your burden, so we endured hunger in our hometown." Now that you are a county magistrate, your income must be quite good. My wife and I are all alone in our hometown, and we really want to come and rely on you!
So, he wrote a letter saying that he was too busy with official duties to bring them to Shaanxi, and asked his mother for forgiveness, etc., and asked someone to take them back immediately. He also enclosed forty taels of silver with the letter.
After taking the letter, Ye Qingquan was uneasy. His elderly mother must be heartbroken to see her unfilial son refuse her and his wife's invitation to visit.
One day, Ye Qingquan was reviewing official documents in the county office when a yamen runner came running up.
"Congratulations, sir!"
"What's the matter?" Ye Qingquan was puzzled.
"Madam and the old lady have arrived!"
"What?" Ye Qingquan was taken aback.
"Your wife and mother have arrived!"
"They've both arrived? Where are they?"
"Right outside the yamen!" Upon hearing that the county
magistrate's wife and mother had arrived, the servants and maids all fawned over her, quickly cleaning two clean rooms.
After dinner, the young woman settled the old woman into her room to rest.
The young woman herself went to the bedside and casually said, "My lord, it's late, please go to bed and rest!"
Before he could speak, the young woman had already loosened her sash and taken off her embroidered dress. Her fair and flawless body was exposed, naked, like a lotus emerging from the water!
Ye Qingquan was captivated by this fairy-like body; he stared blankly, completely like a puppet…
The young woman extended her white, sharp fingers, slowly reaching towards Ye Qingquan's body, gently touching him…
Ye Qingquan trembled as if electrocuted!
The young woman's rosy lips, like blooming roses, slightly… Slightly parted, exuding a fragrant aroma…
Ye Qingquan watched as those two red lips approached him, drew ever closer, as if to devour him…
The young woman's eyes darted about, filled with a seductive and alluring gaze, captivating him…
Her slender fingers roamed over Ye Qingquan's body, and before he knew it, his clothes fell to the ground like leaves, revealing his dark, thick, hairy body…
The young woman's white, tender breasts were pert and pointed, the purplish-red nipples like two… A grape…
a grape was eagerly offered to Ye Qingquan's lips…
the grape teasingly rubbed against his dry lips…
An unprecedentedly strong temptation caused Qingquan to suddenly open his mouth wide and take the grape in!
He greedily sucked…
The young woman's breathing became heavier, and seductive gasps escaped from her nostrils…
Ye Qingquan's breathing also unconsciously became heavier with hers, becoming more and more labored and rapid…
His blood was also stirred by the rhythm of her breathing, becoming more and more intense and rapid…
The young woman's slender fingers continued to roam over his body, moving lower and lower, with increasing force…
Ye Qingquan suddenly found a wooden stick on his body, like the gavel he used in court.
The young woman's fingers gripped the wooden stick, skillfully pressing it…
sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes all ten fingers pressing down, sometimes a single finger flicking, sometimes stroking back and forth, sometimes gently stroking left and right, sometimes moving up and down, sometimes kneading head and tail…
“Ah…ah…I…want!” Ye
Qingquan couldn't help but let out a low growl. His whole body trembled, as if trying to suppress the surging tide within him…
The young woman felt the movement of the wooden stick in her hand, and she immediately stopped moving, lying seductively on the bed…
Ye Qingquan was now burning hot, his lust reaching his eyes. Looking up, every inch of the young woman's tender flesh exuded feminine allure, driving him mad.
He suddenly straddled the young woman's body, raising his long, hard rod…
“Ah! My lord!…” the young woman cried out, “Come on! I've been waiting for you for so many years, hurry up and fuck me to death!”
Ye Qingquan roared and thrust the rod downwards!
“Ah! So good!” The young woman's moans grew louder: “Harder! Harder!”
Ye Qingquan felt as if he had encountered an extremely lustful prostitute. As soon as the wooden rod entered, it was tightly surrounded by tender flesh…
“You filthy bitch, you're so tight!”
“Good husband! I'm collapsing! ” The young woman deliberately cried out, "You're too strong... I surrender... Please stop... I beg you... no... no... Ah! ... This is going to kill me!"
The woman's lewd cries only fueled Ye Qingquan's desire! It burned brighter and brighter...
His eyes turned red, his gaze fierce, and he rode wildly, ruthlessly ravaging...
"I'm dying!" The woman's lewd cries shook the roof tiles: "I... am... being... fucked to death by... my dear husband... have mercy..."
Ye Qingquan's blood was condensed into molten lava by this lewd scene, bursting forth...
He shouted wildly, waving the wooden stick, thrusting wildly, pounding mercilessly...
"Ah! ... I'm... finished too! ... "
The two of them finally collapsed from exhaustion, lying on the bed unable to move.

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