The stream on Peach Blossom Island

Peach Blossom Island is blessed with a unique location, situated in the center of an underwater spring. Numerous springs converge on the island, forming a winding stream that flows into the sea. The water is clear and sweet, and the island's food, washing, and irrigation all come from this stream.

The master and disciple arrived at the stream one after the other. It was late spring in Jiangnan, and the stream was filled with blooming peach blossoms, fragrant herbs, fluttering butterflies, and warbling birds—a scene more beautiful than a fairyland. Huang Rong, intending to give her disciple a full view of her beautiful and sensual naked body, gracefully and slowly removed her white veil in front of Xiao Wu, then unhooked her bra.

Thus, Huang Rong was truly naked. Xiao Wu looked up, his eyes wide with greed, staring intently. Huang Rong, seeing this, was extremely pleased. She knew Xiao Wu was attracted to her body, but she coquettishly reminded him, "You can only look, no touching!" Before Xiao Wu, Huang Rong possessed snow-white skin, a slender yet full figure, perfectly proportioned, with flawless curves. Even if Chang'e descended to earth or Yang Guifei were alive, she wouldn't be as beautiful. Thinking of his master, Guo Jing, possessing her, he felt a mixture of envy and jealousy. Huang Rong, naked, gracefully walked into the stream. With each step, her full breasts, adorned with rosy nipples, swayed up and down. Her slender waist swayed gently, her buttocks bobbed, her fleshy breasts undeniably sexy, making Xiao Wu's penis throb. Huang Rong walked to a smooth rock protruding from the water near the bank and sat down. She beckoned to Xiao Wu, urging him to come closer. "Xiao Wu, since you're bored, why don't you help your master's wife wash her panties and bra?" Huang Rong's voice was both sweet and seductive, and Xiao Wu was practically mesmerized. Huang Rong sat on a rock facing Xiao Wu, her feet tucked into the stream, the water reaching her knees. This allowed Xiao Wu to see her entire body from the thighs up. Huang Rong bent down, scooped up some water, took a sip, and began washing.

She first carefully washed her neck, then scooped up water to wash her chest, back, and lower abdomen. She spent a particularly long time scrubbing and kneading her breasts, as if treating them like dough, wanting to knead them to pieces. When she held her breasts in her hands and gazed at them, her face was flushed, her eyes filled with self-pity and self-love. Xiao Wu wondered, "What is my master's wife thinking?

Her breasts are so firm, white, plump, and large, with nipples as red as cherries. If I could touch them a few times, even put them in my mouth, I'd be willing to die right now..." He thought about it, but didn't dare to act on it. Little did he know that Huang Rong was indulging in her lustful thoughts again: "If Xiao Wu could hold these treasures in his hands and let him rub and play with them, how exciting would that be?

Brother Guo Jing, you're so clueless about romance, don't blame me..." Huang Rong washed her lower abdomen, then her legs. Because they were soaking in water, her legs were quickly clean. Next, Huang Rong raised her left leg, gently placed it on a stone, and spread it to the side, deliberately letting Xiao Wu see her private parts clearly. She first washed her pubic hair, then slowly rubbed her labia majora, then parted the labia majora to reveal the vulva, and then gently pinched and carefully rubbed the labia minora with her index finger and thumb. Huang Rong seemed to be enjoying it. After washing her tender vulva, Huang Rong raised her right leg and lowered her left leg, then repeated the same actions. Washing the vulva didn't actually require breaking down the actions; she intentionally teased him, wanting Xiao Wu to be mesmerized, thereby giving herself pleasure.

This scene of a beautiful woman washing her fragrant vulva left Xiao Wu speechless. He thought, "So this is how open my master's wife is!" But what surprised him even more was what followed. Huang Rong stood up and turned around. She first pressed one hand against a stone, then bent over, sticking out her buttocks and spreading her legs wide. In this way, her lovely anus, alluring peach-like vulva, lush pubic hair, and even her plump breasts hanging in front of her chest were all clearly visible. This was yet another breathtakingly beautiful scene. Huang Rong reached behind her with one hand to her buttocks and gently rubbed her plump buttocks and anus with water. Seeing his master's wife's bold and wanton actions, Xiao Wu was instantly consumed by lust. He felt like an ant jumping into a hot pan. How could he, in his prime, resist? He ejaculated on the spot, his countless offspring gushing from his little penis, making his trousers a mess. Knowing she had already provoked him enough, Huang Rong decided not to indulge further. She immediately immersed herself in the water, comfortably enjoying the coolness and tidying her disheveled hair.

"Master's wife... Master's wife..." "Hmm, what is it?" "Disciple wanted to soak in the water... my little brother couldn't take it anymore, and I came..." Seeing his master's wife naked and open with him, Xiao Wu felt he shouldn't hide it from her, so he told her the truth. Hearing his honesty, Huang Rong felt even more proud of her own sex appeal, giggling sweetly, "Then jump in!" Xiao Wu, not daring to be unrestrained in front of his master's wife, jumped into the stream fully clothed with a "plop." Huang Rong was a sensitive and gentle woman. Practicing martial arts was a family matter; in truth, she loved reciting poetry, reading beautiful literature, and yearned for the romantic boudoir scene of "Zhang Chang painting eyebrows." Unfortunately, Guo Jing was oblivious to romance. Having run away from home in her youth to roam the martial world, she had witnessed too many rough, naked men and found them unattractive. So, she didn't mind Xiao Wu jumping into the water fully clothed. Looking up, she saw birds flying and fish leaping, a picturesque flower forest, and Xiao Wu beside her. In high spirits, she said, "Xiao Wu, let your master sing you a song..." Before she could finish, Huang Rong softly began to sing: "Willows of Jiangnan, their leaves small, not yet providing shade.

At fourteen or fifteen, idly carrying a pipa, I searched. If only we had met then, I would have taken notice; how much more so now... If only we had met then, I would have taken notice; how much more so now..." Her voice was smooth and melodious, its lingering notes delighting Xiao Wu. The lyrics were written by the literary figure Ouyang Xiu. Over twenty years ago, Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic, deeply loved his female disciple Mei Chaofeng and often wrote this poem in his study. Little Huang Rong secretly saw it, liked it very much, and after memorizing it, sang it naturally. After bathing, Huang Rong walked ashore, with Xiao Wu following behind, his eyes taking the opportunity to admire her large buttocks. After her bath, Huang Rong was like a lotus emerging from the water, delicate and alluring, graceful and elegant, only to be admired from afar, not to be touched. Xiao Wu spread Huang Rong's thin gauze on the soft grass, saying, "Master's wife, your clothes aren't dry yet, please sit down and rest." Huang Rong was completely naked, her breasts freed from restraint, and her crotch unbound by ribbons, feeling quite comfortable. Her body was still damp, her hair wet, and she intentionally offered her body for Xiao Wu to see, so she smiled silently and sat down. Her sitting posture was the same as before, her jade-like legs bent together in a U-shape, the curve of her rounded buttocks and slender waist conforming to the beautiful requirements of an S-curve, her buttocks cleft clearly visible, her private peach-like vulva half-hidden, making her even more sensual. Her firm, high breasts, like pointed bamboo shoots, appeared even more lustrous and smooth after being washed by the stream. Even the cherry-red nipples at their tips were alluringly beautiful, making Xiao Wu's mind wander.

Huang Rong beckoned Xiao Wu to sit beside her and asked sweetly, "Is your wife beautiful?" Women always love to ask these kinds of questions, never tiring of it, which is really strange. Xiao Wu gazed at his master's wife's mature and alluring body, becoming increasingly captivated. He exclaimed sincerely, "Master's wife is so beautiful! Truly a natural beauty, I never tire of looking at her, a feast for the eyes!" Huang Rong felt a sweet warmth in her heart upon hearing this. Seeing him staring blankly at her high, firm breasts, she laughed, her breasts jiggling. She said coquettishly, "How can I let you eat me? You can only look, not touch!" "Come, help your master's wife comb her hair." Huang Rong took the small hair comb from her hair and handed it to Xiao Wu. "Comb it gently, don't be too rough!" "Master's wife's hair is black and glossy, like a waterfall of the Milky Way cascading from the ninth heaven!" Huang Rong was delighted to hear Xiao Wu use Tang Dynasty poetry to praise her again, and couldn't help but laugh again. She noticed that Xiao Wu combed her hair gently and considerately, and sometimes the comb would lightly scratch her pink neck. This pink neck was a sensitive spot for Huang Rong. She didn't feel it when she scratched it herself, but when someone else gently scratched it, she felt itchy and very comfortable. Even her little pussy was stimulated, and Huang Rong blushed again. "Master's wife has black hair and fair skin; the white against the black makes her hair appear even more like clouds, and the black against the white makes her skin appear even more like snow." Huang Rong was delighted to hear this: "I didn't expect this little fool to be so eloquent." Women are often romantic and sentimental, and they love to hear this kind of talk. Huang Rong's heart fluttered, and she wanted to tease Xiao Wu again. In fact, she didn't realize that this thought was also arousing her own sexual desire.

Huang Rong stretched out her legs, raised her mons pubis, and wriggled her buttocks, saying to Xiao Wu in a seductive voice with a flirtatious look, "You need to comb this part for me too." Just those words were enough to make the sensitive little pussy lurking under the pubic hair hear her and start to stir again. Xiao Wu sat beside Huang Rong and looked down to see his master's wife's full, slightly protruding mons pubis so close to his eyes. He thought, "Master's wife doesn't have much pubic hair, why does she want me to comb it?" But this was a task he couldn't ask for, and he would do it even if it killed him. "Comb gently, don't use too much force!" Huang Rong's pubic hair is concentrated and evenly distributed, forming an inverted triangle, about two and a half fingers wide and the length of an index finger. The hair is soft and elastic, black and shiny, slightly curled, and the pores at the root are clearly visible. There are no weeds growing on the peach-shaped area and the cleft of the buttocks. Overall, it is a harmonious scene, full of spring, which is intoxicating.

Xiao Wu gently combed his master's wife's mons pubis with a hair comb, making Huang Rong feel incredibly itchy, her mons pubis itchy, her tender vulva itchy… “Master's wife, does it feel good?” “Mmm…it feels good. Keep going like this, don't use force, imagine gently brushing dust off tofu with your hand, don't exert any force…” Xiao Wu couldn't help but chuckle to himself as his master's wife instructed him as if she were teaching him martial arts secrets. Seeing Huang Rong's flushed cheeks and seductive eyes, looking very much enjoying herself, and then looking closely at the lush triangle tightly squeezed between Huang Rong's thighs, which seemed to be oozing peach blossom water, he knew that his master's wife was so comfortable that she was about to become aroused. “Master's wife, the grass is soft, you lie down, your disciple will serve you.” Before Xiao Wu could speak, Huang Rong had already been almost completely limp from Xiao Wu's combing, and automatically lay down on her back. Xiao Wu was overjoyed to see his master's wife lying naked beside him, wondering if it was a dream. He asked, "Master's wife, am I dreaming? How could something so wonderful happen?" Huang Rong giggled, "Just pretend it's a dream. I don't want to wake up so soon..." Xiao Wu was overjoyed and said, "Master's wife, lie down and don't wake up. Keep dreaming with your eyes closed. I'll comb your hair carefully." The small comb in Xiao Wu's hand was made of boxwood, a special material from Jiangnan. The wood was warm, soft, and smooth, a favorite among Jiangnan women, as it wouldn't harm their delicate skin. Xiao Wu gently pressed the comb against Huang Rong's mons pubis and gently combed it. Huang Rong vaguely felt that Xiao Wu's hand had transformed into countless tiny fingers scratching at her mons pubis. Oh, not scratching, but caressing, more like teasing... As Huang Rong felt this strange sensation, a tender little sprout gradually emerged from the fertile soil of her little vulva, anticipating the caress of the spring breeze. Whenever Xiao Wu deliberately touched the pubic hair with the comb, Huang Rong's whole body would tremble slightly, and her tender vulva would release sweet saliva—a trick that never failed. So Xiao Wu gradually moved the comb away from her mons pubis and crawled towards her inner thighs, and Huang Rong didn't stop him.

Xiao Wu thought, "My mistress likes me combing her like this, likes me combing and combing until her tender vulva is wet with lust, until her whole body is weak and powerless." He continued to comb gently and tenderly. Huang Rong lay on the grass, longing for Xiao Wu to move the comb to her lustful vulva and scratch it, but her vulva had no hair—how could she explain? She was too shy to say anything, so Huang Rong let Xiao Wu do as he pleased. Xiao Wu found that his master's wife was very cooperative. When he combed her inner thighs, she would slightly open her thighs; when he combed her vulva, she would wriggle her big buttocks and brazenly let her vulva secrete fluids; when he combed her cleft, Huang Rong would deliberately open her thighs and raise her plump buttocks so that he could thoroughly comb her little anus. These places were the most sensitive parts of Huang Rong's body. Huang Rong was naturally "treated" by a small comb and trembled all over, moaning softly. Her vulva secrete fluids flowed out countless times.

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