[Urban] The Story of Shizuka Izumi (Complete) - Episode 16 (End)

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, already shirtless, looked somewhat comical with his apron around his waist. After Xiaobei moved aside, he scooped Zhiling up and made her lie face down on the round stool. Zhiling's lower abdomen pressed against the stool, her head almost touching the ground, her body bent like a bow, raising her white buttocks. Jiaming then parted his penis in her glossy pubic hair, teasingly inserting it into her still-dripping vulva, thrusting rapidly and aggressively.

Xiaobei sat in front of Zhiling's face, stroking her hair and her hanging breasts, his cheek pressed against hers, occasionally slipping his tongue into her mouth, their tongues intertwining and entwining. Zhiling's hands caressed Xiaobei's strong chest, gradually becoming aroused. She grabbed Xiaobei's penis and extended her tongue. Xiaobei changed position, allowing her to take the entire penis into her mouth. Her face was flushed purple with pleasure, tears of joy welling in her eyes. Her mouth was swollen and full from Xiao Bei's penis, her cheeks aching. Jia Ming, however, continued his relentless, joyful thrusting, his long member seeming to churn out her intestines. His heavy breathing had turned into a wolf's howl. Xiao Bei, watching with aroused, took Jia Ming's position and began pounding down like a pile driver, swinging his swollen, throbbing member like a wildly dancing golden snake. Before this, Zhi Ling had never been so stimulated by a man, especially in bed. In sex, men were always obedient to her, always eager to please her. But now, the two of them were like competitors, giving it their all, going back and forth, rising and falling, vying for supremacy. She was exhausted, moaning and howling. She felt completely drained, her lower body aching, yet also experiencing a tingling, intoxicating pleasure that drove her to the brink of madness. Her hazy eyes stared at the countless overlapping figures in the mirror, unable to distinguish which of the strong, powerful bodies was her husband, and which was her lover.

Fengzhi stood silently outside the door, having been there for a long time, witnessing this vivid and sensual scene. Her desire surged within her like a river bursting its banks. She couldn't help but caress her breasts with her hands, then, feeling an emptiness below, she crossed her legs and sat on the armrest of the sofa. The moment her buttocks touched the soft leather, they began to writhe with pleasure. Seeing the obvious signs of fatigue on Zhiling's face, she cried out recklessly, sinking into a deathly ecstasy. A surge of lustful fluid erupted from her body, and she collapsed onto the sofa as if paralyzed.

She awoke from her daze, noticing the dawn light gradually brightening outside the window. Lying there, the light illuminated her pretty, lively face, her hair cascading over the pillow, highlighting her moon-like features. She didn't want to get up, lazily gazing at the brightening window. Feeling a little warm, she raised her arm, placing it behind her head. She liked lying like this, loved the warm and languid atmosphere, loved this freedom to indulge herself, letting her thoughts and emotions wander unrestrained in memories and dreams.

A corner of the blanket was lifted, revealing her full, firm breasts. Every day when she returned home, she completely let herself go, freeing those voluptuous breasts from their confinement.

The man sleeping in Zhiling's bed was her godfather, Zhang Qingshan. He had just returned from the south yesterday, and hadn't even arrived yet, but she had already received several phone calls. After a night of turmoil, he was still deep in sleep, snoring loudly, a noisy, clattering sound like a speeding train. It was she and Xiao Bei who picked him up from the airport. Before leaving, Xiao Bei had teased her to the point of ecstasy on this very bed. She could never resist Xiao Bei's youthful nakedness and his powerful, imposing presence in bed. Xiao Bei brought her to orgasm after orgasm, to the point of greed. The two of them were like dry tinder, burning endlessly and boundlessly. Even on the highway to the airport, she used her mouth to make Xiao Bei climax again. When Zhang Qingshan reached under her skirt in the back seat, he looked utterly astonished. She believed that at least half of the fluid that had seeped out was Xiao Bei's.

Zhiling checked the time; it was time to get up. She went naked into the bathroom. This time, the Municipal Education Commission organized a trip for some teachers during the long holiday, and it was to Guilin, a place she had longed to visit for a long time. Of course, Zhiling from No. 1 Middle School was included. Just thinking about Principal Zhao Zhen's enormous and imposing figure made Zhiling feel a shiver run down her spine, and her legs unconsciously tightened. She told the old man this while packing her luggage, a hint of undisguised disappointment immediately appearing on his face, but he still slipped 30,000 yuan into Zhiling's suitcase.

She liked to sit in front of the dressing mirror after a bath, wearing only a few items, carefully grooming herself, admiring herself in the mirror. She liked to slowly comb her hair, styling it in different ways. She liked to suppress the restless passion in her heart through self-admiration. Due to the steam, her cheeks were flushed, and the natural rosy color of her lips surpassed a thousand lipsticks. Her crystal-clear white teeth peeked out from between her red lips, like a string of jade beads. She was tall but not at all thin; her naked body was full and smooth. A few drops of water slid down her loose hair to her chest, glistening like beads, sliding down her deep cleavage, as if unwilling to leave, sliding very slowly, finally settling into her navel, like a flower bud, lingering there, gathering into a clear little pond.

Sweat still trickled down Zhiling's forehead. She wiped the dripping sweat with a towel in front of the dressing mirror, continuing to style her hair. One hand hovered in mid-air, holding her hair high in a bun, pondering how to secure it. She patiently looked at herself in the mirror, and unintentionally caught a glimpse of his face. She noticed the masculine desire in his eyes; the old man's eyes were fixed, staring uncomfortably at Zhiling's partially exposed, high breasts. He had clearly been watching for quite some time, but she hadn't noticed.

Zhiling took out a small amount of talcum powder and sprinkled it on the dressing table. She first dabbed it with her fingertips, then applied it behind her earlobes. Raising her arms, her full breasts lifted, appearing even higher and firmer. She applied powder to her armpits and the tips of her thighs. Bending over, she pulled a black bra and panties from a drawer next to the dressing table. As she bent over, the lines of her entire back became more defined; her slender waist moved softly, and her buttocks, perched on the satin-covered round stool, were round and bulging. The muscles taut and contracted, and the skin of her back moved with a fluid and vibrant energy, making one feel a surge of heat below. Seeing the old man's crotch swell again, it was strange; his penis always became erect instantly in front of his goddaughter, and his arousal was no less than that of a young man. She was truly a stunning beauty. He especially loved her serene and peaceful demeanor and posture, particularly in bed, where she would wait quietly in the dim light, her tongue expertly slipping out, yielding to his caresses without making a sound. But when desire ignited, she would erupt hysterically, shouting and moaning while forcefully pushing him away, completely unlike her usual elegance. Zhang Qingshan got out of bed with boundless energy, stroking Zhiling's smooth shoulders from behind, making her appear even more delicate and tender. His heart pounded, wanting to pinch her full, white buttocks and her round, steamed-bun-like breasts. She opened

the wardrobe and took out more than a dozen high-end outfits, trying them on in front of the mirror, unable to decide.

She pleaded with him to help her make a decision. He did his best, sometimes deep in thought, sometimes slapping his thigh in approval, and after half an hour of this, finally chose a light green evening gown with a vest. Seeing a grown man being manipulated and pampered around her, she derives immense pleasure from it. She removes her vest, revealing her smooth, rounded shoulders and two snow-white, lotus-root-like arms. She wears a pink cheongsam that accentuates her curves—high slit, low neckline, and a plunging back, more revealing than a Western evening gown. Every time she wears this outfit, it evokes new poetry in him, stirring his blood and making his heart flutter. He wants to undress her, to tease her, to mess with her whole body—that would be a pleasure, to revel in her submission and pleas. To reward her for her elaborate attire, he goes straight to her, embraces her, and kisses her. His hand slips inside her skirt. Zhiling, always nervous and expectant, spreads her legs, quietly waiting for his soft fingers to caress that spot, initially bouncing on her inner thighs, then gently and seductively sliding towards its destination.

Zhiling finally managed to break free from his kissing lips, coquettishly saying, "No, I just finished getting ready." He didn't answer, but his fingers lingered more skillfully on her limp pubic hair. Zhiling couldn't withstand his teasing; her braids were already wet, seeping with a trickle of fluid. He pulled Zhiling to the edge of the bed, made her sit on the edge, lifted one of her thighs, and ripped open the slit of her cheongsam, almost reaching her hip bone. He used his thick, dark penis to pull aside her panties, then thrust it in forcefully, penetrating Zhiling's insides.

Zhiling nearly fell over from his thrust, so she straightened her arms to support herself on the bed, leaning back slightly with one leg dangling off the bed and the other bent to make her private parts more prominent for his thrusts. She lowered her eyes, watching his penis move in and out of her dark vulva like a weary bird returning to its nest, rising and falling like a chicken pecking at food. Her lust was instantly aroused, and she moaned in response.

The old man immediately felt the muscles inside Zhiling contracting and relaxing, like a baby suckling, making his penis produce a thick, sticky fluid. He knew she was at the peak of her passion, so he gritted his teeth and thrust harder. Zhiling collapsed onto the bed, her legs raised high and spread, her buttocks thrusting forward to receive him. His scalp tingled, a tingling sensation ran through him, and a surge of heat shot through him. Both of them reached their climax simultaneously. All that remained was his still-breathing heavily, and Zhiling's faint, delicate breathing.

"Look, look, you've wrinkled my perfectly good clothes," Zhiling suddenly said after what seemed like an eternity. She then broke free from his embrace, examining her hair in the mirror. The old man suddenly realized that she had been holding back to avoid messing up her carefully styled hair, but in the end, unable to resist the urge, she had fallen onto the bed. "It's not appropriate for you to wear this on the train," the old man said slowly.

The train station was hot and noisy, bustling with people coming and going. Zhiling didn't dare let her godfather see her off any further; she got out of his car a short distance away and dragged her suitcase into the square. She looked around the crowd, searching for that familiar face, immediately attracting many glances. Although she wasn't dressed too conspicuously at her godfather's urging, her red shirt and white skirt, revealing her two smooth, long, oak-like legs, were barely covered by socks around her ankles, and she wore white flat shoes. Although the clothes were ordinary, they always possessed an indescribable allure on her. The shirt was made of light, soft fabric, and had a low neckline, vaguely revealing the deep cleavage between her breasts. The skirt was so short that it seemed her buttocks would almost be exposed with every movement, undeniably displaying the graceful figure of a mature woman.

An old beggar, hunched over, pitifully tugged at her skirt. She indifferently took a small bill from her purse and gave it to him. Just as she was about to turn away, the old beggar, not satisfied with her small bill, held onto the hem of her skirt for a long time, refusing to let go. So, from the slits on both sides of the skirt, a smooth, white thigh was exposed, all the way to her legs. This attracted the attention of many passersby. Seeing his dark, dirty hands about to touch her, she hurriedly pulled out a large bill and threw it at him. Only then did the old beggar reluctantly release his hand, then gave her a hard pinch on her plump buttocks before fleeing. This made her face flush with anger, and in despair, she spat at his retreating back.

Zhiling turned to the entrance of the waiting hall, looking around, when she encountered the arrogant Old Sun, accompanied by a young man. This was a striking young man, unforgettable at first glance. His casually worn t-shirt, long and wide, couldn't conceal his well-built physique. He wore cotton trousers that reached just to his calves, and Reebok sneakers. Old Sun greeted Zhiling warmly, but his gaze lingered on her from head to toe. Zhiling met his gaze with a smile and asked, "Principal Gao, where's Quan Jingxiang?" "Well, young Sun, why are you asking me about Quan Jingxiang?" Old Sun chuckled. "Everyone knows, they're inseparable. Principal Gao has a good job, how could he leave out Quan Jingxiang?" Zhiling teased, making Old Sun blush and glance awkwardly at the young man beside him.

"I just saw your Principal Zhao, with his family in tow, quite a scene," Old Sun teased Zhiling, gloating.

"And Quan Jingxiang's husband, Wang Shen, right?" Zhiling retorted sharply, winking at him.

Old Sun chuckled shyly and turned to the young man, saying, "Aren't you going to help Teacher Sun with her luggage?"

The young man deftly took Zhiling's suitcase, and the three of them entered the waiting hall. In a corner of the hall, a large group of people were bustling about, clearly a tour group organized by the Education Commission. Zhiling immediately spotted Quan Jingxiang sitting on a chair, and Wang Shen, who was attentively wiping her sweat. Quan Jingxiang was dressed simply in a t-shirt and white jeans, and didn't look like a married woman; she looked more like a pure and capable young woman. Zhiling called her name loudly and skipped over to her.

"What, all alone? Where's your luggage?" Quan Jingxiang asked, unable to hide her joy. Zhiling gestured towards the group, "Your principal took care of it." Quan Jingxiang noticed that Zhiling was no longer the same; her clothes were expensive and high-end, and even her wristwatch was priceless. Thinking about how in today's society, as long as a woman has even a little bit of looks, there are bound to be self-proclaimed ladies' man who will spend lavishly on her. A sense of defeat crept up her calves like a crack in a stocking.

"Really? You've got quite the nerve," Wang Shen chimed in, making way for her in the chair. Zhiling gave him a flirtatious wink: "Of course not him, it's the handsome young man he brought along." "Oh, Lin Li, that's a newly assigned college graduate," Quan Jingxiang said. "Still like a big boy, Quan Jingxiang, you're not trying to take advantage of her, are you?" Zhiling gave a wanton, seductive laugh, putting her arm around her shoulder. Quan Jingxiang became embarrassed: "Get lost, what are you thinking?" "Don't just talk the talk, walk the walk," Zhiling persisted. Quan Jingxiang stamped her foot hastily and whispered in Zhiling's ear, "It was Bingbing, Lao Sun's wife, who introduced them. Don't talk nonsense." "No wonder, maybe she beat me to it," Zhiling's tone was like soda with lemon juice, bubbling with sourness. Quan Jingxiang continued, "I heard he often rides in Bingbing's car, that's how we met." "She has good taste, I'd like to see someone with such discerning eyes," Zhiling said. Wang Shen only saw the two women chattering and embracing, their arms around each other, seemingly saying nothing. His eyes flickered like flames, glancing up and down at Zhiling. Through her open collar, he saw her breasts trembling lightly with excitement. Zhiling became even more audacious, intertwining her thighs. His gaze boldly climbed from her calves upwards, from her long, white thighs all the way to the seam of her skirt, only to discover that Zhiling's short skirt actually had a crotch. Even so, he could vaguely see the lace trim of her black panties. Suddenly, Quan Jingxiang pointed forward: "Look, Principal Zhao." He was startled, a smile spreading across his face. He hurriedly walked towards Zhao Zhen, took his wife's suitcase, and then took the handbag from Zhao Zhen's shoulder. Zhiling's eyes immediately darted to his wife, who was indeed a plump and easygoing woman. A khaki suit stretched her flabby frame taut, and sunglasses perched on her large, round face, obscuring much of her lustful gaze. The most troubling thing was the stockings beneath her short skirt; one thigh had a few wrinkles, a result of the cheap stockings' taut, worn-out straps. Zhiling couldn't tolerate any unsightly behavior in a woman; it was like sand in her eyes, making her uncomfortable all day, and the more uncomfortable she felt, the more her eyes were drawn to that area.

Actually, she didn't like wearing stockings, just like men these days don't like wearing ties. Except for grand occasions, or when paired with an evening gown, even a long, flowing dress. Izumi Shizuka's gaze, however, fell on Zhao Zhen's face. Beneath his high, prominent nose, his entire face was dark and devoid of any joy. Zhiling teased him, "What's wrong? You look so bitter and resentful. Tell me, who's been tormenting you?" Zhao Zhen chuckled dryly, pulled his son over, and said, "Quick, call her Auntie." Then, he leaned closer and whispered, "How can I be happy?" Facing two beautiful, charming women, his greatest trouble was having a shrewish wife by his side. Izumi Shizuka held her breath, managing not to laugh out loud, only making her alluring eyes even more watery and captivating. In the distance, the tour guide called out, "Get on the bus!" A large group of people surged forward. Zhiling followed behind Quan Jingxiang. Zhiling's gait was strange; she walked with a hunched back, as if hiding something in her arms, or perhaps something between her legs. Zhiling knew that her usually straight legs were now almost bowed, making her walk extremely awkward and suspicious. She sneered inwardly, thinking that unless Quan Jingxiang was on her period, she must have been cheating.

Once on the bus, Zhiling was easily assigned to Quan Jingxiang's carriage and lay down on the lower berth opposite her. Soon, Lin Li brought her luggage, along with Lao Sun and Bingbing, who, without introduction, was Lao Sun's wife. Zhiling sat there watching her, and Bingbing looked back at Zhiling and Quan Jingxiang with haughty eyes, as if gazing at them from thousands of miles away. Old Sun greeted them, "This is my wife, Chen Bingbing. This is Teacher Bai, and Teacher Bai's husband, Wang Shen." Zhiling, beaming and dressed in her finest attire, went to greet them, took the suitcase from Lin Li, and pulled him to sit on her berth. She then casually crossed one leg, offering him fruit and drinks. Bingbing's eyes darted past Old Sun's shoulder, from Lin Li's face to Zhiling's, and back again.

Lin Li gave her a forced smile, his white teeth flashing in the carriage.

Quan Jingxiang pressed her index finger to her cheek, her fingertips twitching, watching the lively exchange between them, seemingly wanting to speak but unable to, she simply smiled. She noticed that Lin Li and Zhiling were clearly getting along well; their four eyes sparkled like lightning. Zhiling reached over Lin Li to grab something from behind the bunk, then threw herself into his arms. Bingbing couldn't help but choke, her eyes reddening. Just then, the train whistled out of the station, clattering as it accelerated. Old Sun, hands in his pockets, kept waving his arms in front of Quan Jingxiang, talking to someone, his tender gaze frequently drifting towards her. Quan Jingxiang, however, turned her face to the window. Neat rows of trees lined both sides of the railway, shimmering and swaying in the wind, rustling softly. Everything seemed to be flying. The calls of quails from the distant hills echoed across the lush valley, as if their calls had grown wings. A flock of white-billed crows basked in the sun, and on the straight, bare horizon, something resembling black fleas moved about. As they drew closer, it became clear that they were farmers leisurely tilling the land with their plows.

Wang Shen was in the bunk above Quan Jingxiang. When Lao Sun arrived, he tried to get down, but was stopped. Where else could he possibly find a place to stand? It was also his first time seeing Principal's wife, Bingbing. Compared to the two women before him, she possessed a unique charm. One wore a navy blue uniform, looking dashing and heroic. Her brimless beret couldn't contain her cascading long hair, making her appear petite and playful. Her curvaceous figure revealed a glimpse of her white breasts from her neckline, dazzlingly beautiful. Wang Shen, looking down, feasted his eyes. Quan Jingxiang's beauty lay in her charming gentleness, like a lovable lamb, while Zhiling was fiery, radiating brilliance and passion. Bingbing was alluring and cold, her beauty hidden deep and penetrating, like her eyes—subtle, calm, and profound, yet when they flickered, they were dreamlike, enchanting, and passionate. As soon as the bus entered the mountainous area, Izumi Shizuka became incredibly excited. Even though the old man in front of her was spitting out the window, his spitting filth drifting in like raindrops, she kept looking out the window with wide-eyed wonder at the scenery. She was kneeling on the seat with one leg bent and the other propped up under the seat, her buttocks full and her waist supple. Old Sun couldn't help but feel a surge of desire and reached out to scoop up her buttocks. Izumi Shizuka turned around and saw that everyone in the bus was staring at her, so she sat down awkwardly. Old Sun... He said to her, "Sit still, you're like a child who's never been out in the world." As soon as the train entered the mountains, the scenery changed dramatically. The train, bumping along roads lined with tall, thorny bushes, would sometimes pant heavily as it climbed a slope, and other times plunge rapidly down into a valley. The sun, setting behind the treetops, gave these roads a peculiar, quiet, and desolate appearance. These mysterious distant views, shrouded in dense shadows,

and the emerald-green peaks seemed to be leading the train astray, into deep pools, or down steep, winding slopes. A boring afternoon passed by with the clatter of wheels and rails. They played cards in Zhiling's carriage. Old Sun naturally paired with Quan Jingxiang, while Zhiling specifically targeted Lin Li. Bingbing, unable to bear the two men's obsequious and ingratiating manner, stormed off and went to sleep. Zhao Zhen, teacup in hand, strolled over to join the fun. He stood there pointing and gesturing, then, eager to try his hand at the game, he finally managed to negotiate with Old Sun to play a couple of rounds in his place. But then his plump, overweight wife followed him, leaving him reluctantly returning to his carriage. The sun was already setting, casting a vibrant tapestry of reds and purples, gold and green behind the mountains, a lively scene reminiscent of a cigarette pack label. The palm and banana trees covering the mountains were baked dry and brittle by the scorching sun. Sunsets in the south are swift; dusk is but a fleeting moment. Before the sun had even set here, over there, at the end of the railway, the hazy trees cast a soft, bluish glow, and a sliver of moonlight already appeared. The further along the way, the whiter and brighter the moon became, like a plump white phoenix perched on a railway bend, nestled in a tree branch.

Dinner was to be eaten in the dining car. Old Sun invited Mr. and Mrs. Zhao Zhen, but Lin Li went to call Bingbing. Bingbing pouted and said she wasn't hungry, then pulled the towel over her head. Lin Li, grinning, reached under the covers and tickled her. The woman, unable to resist his teasing, squirmed and got up, her clothes disheveled, her eyes watery, and her face flushed. When they arrived at the dining car, their table was already packed with people. Bingbing said, "Let's eat by ourselves." The two found a seat nearby, and while eating, Bingbing frequently served

food to Lin Li, their intimacy evident. Bingbing rested her elbows on the table, a straw in her mouth, her eyes fixed on Lin Li across from her. Lin Li calmly looked around at everyone. Whoever he looked at, Bingbing followed suit. But there was one person Lin Li stared at intently for a long time, and Bingbing felt a surge of jealousy.

Bingbing had taken leave specifically to travel with her husband. Before, she had looked down on activities organized by their education commission, but now it was different, because of Lin Li. The night was deep, and the monotonous roar of the train sped along. The carriage felt like a tiny boat, propelled by the sound waves. The red glass wall lamp seemed to sway, making the person on the berth feel as if they were floating, a feeling of tranquility. Bingbing opened the window. Outside, a vast expanse of fog stretched out, a hazy, milky white expanse reminiscent of standing on a deck gazing at the sea. She glanced at the boy on the opposite bunk. Lin Li was naked, wearing only a small pair of briefs, lying flat on the bunk. His long, muscular legs were alluring and captivating, the muscles clearly defined, the honey-colored skin covered with dense body hair. This instantly aroused Bingbing's burning desire. She subconsciously squeezed her thighs together, feeling her heart pounding. In the upper bunk, Old Sun's snoring was deafening. Bingbing quietly got up, nudged Lin Li, and when he came to his senses, she quietly strolled out, standing in the aisle pretending to look at the night view outside the train window.

Once she guessed Lin Li had put on his clothes, she walked ahead, took out the key she had prepared beforehand, and opened the room where miscellaneous items were stored.

Lin Li immediately reacted, pretending to go to the bathroom, and followed behind her. As soon as he entered, he eagerly embraced Bingbing and kissed her repeatedly. Their passionate bodies pressed tightly together. "Hey, stop messing around. My husband's on the train. This whole carriage is full of their people, so stop it," Bingbing said, pushing him away.

"Come on, everyone knows your husband doesn't care about you. He sees you and comes over, come on." Lin Li said shamelessly. "Oh, don't touch me like that, um..." Before Bingbing could even pretend anymore, Lin Li had already covered her mouth, his hands slithering inside her open collar like snakes, lifting her bra and kneading her already hard nipples. "We're almost there, let me go." Bingbing finally managed to break free from his sucking and gasped for breath. Lin Li lifted her skirt and said, "There's still an hour left, I'll be done if I hurry." Bingbing coldly scoffed, "Give me a break, you'll just end up paying the bill." "Hehe, so hard." He was wearing tight-fitting pants, and Bingbing reached out and grabbed his thick, hard, swollen penis. Her slender hand grasped it and quickly began to stroke it. Under her teasing, Lin Li's glans dripped with semen. "Hey, stop pinching me! Come on, if you're not happy, I'll make you climax again and again, until you're in ecstasy!" Bingbing giggled wantonly, bringing her mouth close to his ear. "Stop bragging. Last time we came back from Changsha, you were all talk, like a lump of mud." "Wasn't that too tiring? I'll definitely make you feel good today, hurry up," Lin Li mumbled. As Bingbing spoke, her desire was already burning fiercely, her body going limp. "Wait a minute, I'll block the glass door." Just as she turned around, Lin Li quickly pulled down her panties from under her skirt.

He was about to pull down her shirt. She turned around hastily, saying, "Don't take it off, there won't be time to put it on later. Just do it like this." She lifted her skirt to her waist, bent over, and stuck out her snow-white buttocks. Lin Li saw the clump of frosty, dewy, and wildly frizzy hair between her legs, her two thick, slightly parted labia. Knowing she couldn't wait any longer, he spread her buttocks apart with both hands, raised his enormous penis, and with a thrust and a pull, it was completely inside her. Her insides were hot and warm, enough to melt steel. He thrust rapidly, and with each thrust, icy, gushing fluids flowed out. The sound was like night rain pouring down, or a horse crossing a swamp, mixed with Bingbing's soft moans from deep in her throat, the sounds sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Lin Li pressed on even harder, thrusting left and right, making a slapping sound of flesh against flesh. The rumbling of the car wheels outside the window, in the quiet of the night, formed a beautiful and stirring symphony.

Lin Li and Bingbing were engaged in a stimulating carnal game in the storage compartment of the car, experiencing a blissful, almost unbearable, state of ecstasy, reaching the pinnacle of their sexual encounters. They moved in perfect harmony, constantly shifting positions. In the midst of their tender, passionate lovemaking, they heard a faint sound outside the storage compartment. Bingbing told Lin Li, who replied, "No way, there's no one here at this hour," jokingly adding that if it were Old Sun, things would be even more exciting. Nevertheless, Lin Li opened the door and leaned out. He saw the back of a woman at the far end of the compartment, who looked like Izumi Shizuka. A barely perceptible smirk played on his lips as he said to Bingbing, "Nobody's here."

Bingbing saw his long, straight legs and his firm, round buttocks, swaying seductively before her. Filled with lust, she caressed and kneaded them with both hands, even reaching under his crotch to grasp his wet penis, stroking and rubbing it. As he turned around, a woman threw herself into his arms, offering her scarlet lips to his. Bingbing lovingly stroked his hair, helped him sit on a wooden bench, and spread her legs, accurately placing them on his erect penis. As she straddled him, her body swayed, hesitant to move her hips fully. Her hands encircled his neck, her head drooping on his shoulder. Lin Li wrapped his arms around her waist, and she began to move wildly and confidently, feeling as if she had ascended to a cloud of pleasure. Her face was contorted with intense ecstasy. Unable to contain herself any longer, she bit Lin Li's shoulder hard. Lin Li cried out, his nerves momentarily relaxed, and some semen leaked from his glans. He then held her buttocks and thrust forcefully several times, releasing his surging passion. Bingbing cried out joyfully, her hips swaying like the wind, before her body went limp and she collapsed into his arms.

Bingbing didn't dare linger too long. She hugged Lin Li's head and kissed him several times, then quickly pulled up her underwear and quietly left. Along the way, Lin Li's semen flowed out, soaking her underwear and running down her thighs, making her extremely disheveled. Once she lay down on her bunk, afraid of arousing Old Sun's suspicion, she didn't dare change her underwear and could only hastily pull a sheet over her to wipe the area. After a while, she saw Lin Li quietly climb to the upper bunk.

In the darkness, seeing Bingbing's eyes filled with tender affection as she looked at him, he blew her a kiss, and the two of them drifted off to sleep, happy and content.

In the morning, Old Sun, having slept well all night, got up very early. These days, Old Sun had become much more restrained, and he hadn't had many opportunities to be intimate with women. His lower body was already hard and erect. Seeing his wife, Bingbing, sleeping soundly, a smile even in her dreams, her pink face flushed and delicate, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. He sat down on her bed, his hands groping under the thin blanket. He started from her calves, circling her knees—they were plump and had a small dimple—and continued down to her thighs. Bingbing's skin was smooth and moist. Moving upwards, he touched her soaked panties. He thought to himself, "This woman, after not having had time to tease me for a few days, she's already this wet." Soon he reached Bingbing's most sensitive spot: the mound of flesh, pubic hair matted and tangled, the area around her plump vulva glistening with moisture, and white stains on her inner thighs. The more he thought about it, the more something seemed off. Even if she was aroused at night, it wouldn't be this much, this wet. And yet, the sheet his other hand was pressing against was also soaked. A chill ran through him, and a flood of questions arose within him. He looked around, then shook the soundly sleeping Bingbing awake and whispered, "What happened? Did you get raped in your dream?" Startled by his question, Bingbing asked, "What? Didn't you do it?" Old Sun, exasperated, loosened his belt and peered inside. "If I did it, wouldn't I know?" Knowing she couldn't hide it from him, Bingbing said irritably, "I encountered a thief and he raped me." She pulled Old Sun's head close, kissed his cheek, and said, "You're allowed to be promiscuous, but I can't have my own little fling?" She then gave a wanton laugh, "Don't be angry. I'll let you have your fun when we get there." Old Sun knew he couldn't hide his affair with Izumi Shizuka from her, and he knew Bingbing wasn't very discreet about sex in public, so he didn't bother arguing. He simply said, "You said it yourself, I'm waiting for you." "You'll have your fun then," Bingbing smiled brightly, and the two of them began to tenderly embrace.

If it weren't for Izumi Shizuka calling her husband Wang Shen, Zhiling might have slept for who knows how much longer. Seeing that Izumi Shizuka's eyes were dark and surrounded by annoying dark circles, she knew she hadn't slept well all night, yet she was still up so early.

Zhiling hurriedly slipped on her shoes, which were a bit dirty. She found some tissues and sat on the edge of her bunk to wipe them, when she suddenly noticed Wang Shen on the upper bunk peeking through her open collar, looking on suspiciously.

A mocking smile appeared on Zhiling's lips, and she bent over even more, as if preparing a lavish feast to share with each other. Zhiling knew those two things were completely exposed to his eyes. Her bra, especially thin and partially supported in the summer, had been undone at night, and her bamboo shoot-like breasts swayed white against her chest. Her nipples, like two restless birds of prey, peered out with bright red eyes, searching for an opportunity to seduce and devour their prey.

Quan Jingxiang continued her incessant chatter about her husband's clothes, opening her purse to take out new ones. While rummaging through them, she inadvertently pulled out her own underwear. Zhiling thought Quan Jingxiang looked even more feminine now, looking at her colorful, thin, and sexy little thongs. Zhiling thought he would definitely tease her properly at that moment. Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed past her eye. That tall figure always made Zhiling's heart flutter. She no longer cared about flirting in front of Wang Shen. She couldn't even fasten one shoelace properly and chased after that figure.

Zhiling stumbled and finally caught up with Lin Li at the end of the carriage. She told him to wait, bending down to fasten one of her shoelaces. Lin Li noticed her slender, curvaceous figure, a different kind of allure compared to Bingbing's fuller figure. He told Zhiling he was going to the dining car to buy breakfast for Lao Sun and Bingbing. Zhiling said she was hungry too and was going to the dining car as well, so they walked together towards it. The aisle was narrow and crowded, so they could only walk one after the other. Zhiling followed behind him, watching him sway his broad shoulders. She knew she had finally encountered a seed of desire. She suddenly realized that this boy, younger than she had imagined, actually shared many similarities with her in terms of emotions and way of thinking—even the unrestrained, arrogant indifference in his eyes and the slightly contemptuous smile at the corner of his mouth. She thought this was a seed of desire, just like her own desires back then.

Because it was morning, the dining car wasn't crowded, and they found a corner to sit down. Zhiling ordered a double portion of ham and boiled eggs for him, while she herself had bread and milk. When the waiter brought it over, he excitedly said, "You're so considerate." Zhiling laughed loudly and said, "I know you've been consuming too much energy." He stared intently at her face, his dreamy gaze stirring a secret in Zhiling's heart. She leaned back in her chair: "I've known Bingbing for a long time." "Since freshman year, this is the first time I've taken the train home." He answered casually, his eyes lingering unabashedly on Zhiling's high breasts. Zhiling took the glass of milk, and through the thick liquid, his figure contorted. "You gave her your virginity." "A freshman and still a virgin? That's a joke!" He laughed loudly. “Let me tell you, I wasn’t fifteen anymore. A classmate’s mother stole it.” Zhiling remained unmoved, though surprised inside. Her face remained blank, still beaming with that spring-like smile. “There are plenty of busty, curvy girls on university campuses. Do you think I could resist that temptation?” he persisted. While talking to him, Zhiling kept wiping her lips with a napkin, worried about breadcrumbs stuck to her lipstick. She was careful, afraid of wiping it beyond the designated line. She laughed, calling him a fruit of desire. He laughed in agreement. Under the table, their legs brushed against each other intentionally or unintentionally, a knowing teasing exchange. One of her feet, hidden under the table, wasn’t wearing stockings; her high heels were off, for comfort. Lin Li kept kicking her shoes and feet, as if Zhiling had several pairs of feet.

Both fruits of desire were vying to confess their love, yet neither seemed to seek an outlet for their desires. He said, "If you look at me again, I'll put you in bed." She said, "If you look at me again, I'll be rude to you." When desire was laid bare on the table, they suddenly felt it should end. Bingbing appeared before them silently, like a divine intervention. "So that's why you took so long. You ran into Teacher Sun. No wonder you couldn't move your legs." Bingbing crossed her two strong arms in front of her chest, hunched her shoulders, and gave him a cold smile.

She said in a strange voice, "Let's eat together." Zhiling just hummed this in her throat. Her face remained expressionless, there was no smile in her eyes, no smile at the corners of her mouth, not even a smile in the hollows of her nose, yet somewhere, a trembling smile seemed to be spreading at any moment. People who think they are too cute can't help but smile.

Bingbing sat down next to Lin Li, waving to the waiter, and turned her head to ask him softly, "Is there anything else you want to order?" "No, I've had enough," Lin Li said. The three of them remained locked in a stalemate. Lin Li was helpless, beads of sweat forming on his face, while Bingbing's gaze was defiant, radiating a sharp, dagger-like aura against Zhiling's calm face.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Bingbing said to him tenderly, "You know, I was so content, I fell asleep instantly." Her voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for Zhiling to hear. Lin Li glanced awkwardly at Zhiling, mumbling, "It was alright." Bingbing teased her lover like a performer, and Zhiling was certain that her legs were already draped over his. Finally, Lin Li stood up: "You two sit down, Principal Gao is waiting." Without looking back, he strode away.

"Zhiling, you can't do this!" Bingbing said angrily. Zhiling slowly drank the remaining milk, and after a long while, she finally uttered, "Don't glare at me like that. Men don't like that, and Lin Li likes it even less." As evening approached, the train finally arrived in Guilin. Led by their tour guide, the group quickly settled into a small hotel. The humid, hot climate typical of the south made Zhiling feel uncomfortable. As soon as she entered her room, she didn't bother with pleasantries with her roommates and rushed into the bathroom. She thoroughly showered before emerging wrapped in a towel. She overheard Zhao Zhen's wife complaining that the hotel was too low-class and that the Education Commission was too stingy, making four people share such a small room. Zhiling took out her underwear and bra from her suitcase and put them on. Then she found a black short skirt. The skirt was made of light and densely woven fabric with various shimmering embellishments that swayed and sparkled. Afraid of messing up her hair, she started pulling it up from the bottom. As she pulled it up to her hips, the skirt became tight, so she didn't dare to pull too hard. She flexibly twisted her hips and finally managed to pull it up. The short skirt was a vest style, with only two thin straps hanging from her shoulders, revealing her two round, lotus-root-like arms and a large part of her back. Her firm, high breasts appeared even fuller in the thin fabric. After leaving the room, she went to find Quan Jingxiang and the others.

On the way up the corridor, she asked everyone she met, whether familiar or unfamiliar, which made everyone feel strange. When she entered Quan Jingxiang's room, it was a twist of fate that Quan Jingxiang was living with Bingbing. The two seemed quite familiar with each other, casually admiring their outfits. When Zhiling entered their room, Quan Jingxiang linked arms with Bingbing: "This is Teacher Sun." "I've met her before." Bingbing smiled and extended her hand to Zhiling. Zhiling noticed that Bingbing, now in her uniform, no longer possessed that imposing, dashing air; instead, she appeared charming, gentle, and more feminine. "Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner." "Where to? Isn't there dinner soon?" Quan Jingxiang brushed aside the messy curls near Zhiling's ear.

"Anywhere is better than this lousy food. We're in such a nice place, we should explore." Zhiling went over and linked arms with both of them. As soon as they stepped out of the room, they saw Lao Sun and Wang Shen looking for them. Lao Sun, upon seeing the three beauties, smiled and said, "I was just about to invite you to dinner." Wang Shen, too, was captivated by the three exquisitely made-up and radiant women, his eyes darting from one to the other, taking in each one thoroughly. He was particularly drawn to Zhiling; Bingbing, his boss's wife, wore a blue and white dress with flowing waves beneath, her long hair cascading down her back, but he dared not harbor any romantic feelings.

After leaving the room, they strolled along the main street. Not only Wang Shen, but passersby also couldn't help but stare at the three charming young women. The neon lights flickered, showcasing the dreamlike, heart-stirring prosperity unique to southern cities.

"Sister Qian, we haven't even eaten yet, and you're already covered in holes," Quan Jingxiang said affectionately, twisting her arm around Zhiling's slender waist. Zhiling gently patted her, saying, "What are you saying?" "Look at the men's eyes on the street, they're practically piercing you like arrows." Quan Jingxiang laughed. Zhiling suddenly realized, "That's right, one beautiful woman alone would cause a stir, two would be a huge sensation, let alone the three of us." "Then the earth would shake, traffic would be paralyzed," Bingbing chimed in. "Luckily, the traffic is still flowing smoothly," Zhiling said. Old Sun, in a gentlemanly manner, asked the ladies in front of a quaint and elegant building, "How about we eat here?" Seeing the bold characters "Juxiangju" on the sign, Zhiling said, "Looks nice, let's go." Upstairs, they found a clean private room, and a waiter brought tea. Quan Jingxiang sat down next to Zhiling and whispered in her ear, "Look at you, your nipples are showing. Aren't you wearing one?" "Get lost! It's so hot, why not wear something light?" Zhiling retorted. Bingbing chimed in, "She's got the figure, wearing one or not makes no difference." "Yeah, I'm not with my husband, I can do whatever I want."

Zhiling retorted sharply, her eyes flashing provocatively at Bingbing. Quan Jingxiang patted their shoulders, saying, "What's wrong with you two? It's like you've met your match, never-ending." Bingbing knew that if this continued, the fight would only end in mutual destruction, so her voice softened, "Just kidding, Teacher Sun, don't take it seriously." "Back then, it wasn't easy for us to get together, so we're good friends now," Zhiling said, seizing the opportunity to show friendliness. Quan Jingxiang clapped her hands happily, and the three women playfully slapped each other, laughing heartily. Wang Shen, who had been engrossed in the menu, looked up in confusion and saw the three women bickering. He called out, "Let's have some twice-cooked pork, a ladies' dish." "No, no, Bai Mei, let's order some stir-fried pork kidneys for your husband to nourish him; he looks so tired," Zhiling teased, gently pushing Quan Jingxiang's shoulder. Quan Jingxiang giggled, her face flushed, "Go away, order one for Principal Gao instead, don't make Sister Bingbing suffer." "Haha, you really don't want Bingbing to suffer?" Before Bingbing could retort, Zhiling chimed in with a teasing tone. Quan Jingxiang's face turned even redder, she quickly glanced at Lao Sun, and lowered her head. Bingbing understood what Zhiling meant, and seeing Quan Jingxiang's shy appearance, she kept quiet and stopped teasing her. After a while

, the group had ordered enough food, and Zhiling insisted on drinking. Everyone felt it was a rare occasion to be so happy, so they ordered a bottle of Wuliangye. As soon as the liquor was opened, its unique, rich, and pure aroma filled the room. The dishes were exquisite and plentiful, and there were also several local wild game. Everyone's cups were filled with wine. Wang Shen raised his cup first: "Principal Gao, I must toast you. I haven't invited you to drink in so long. You've taken good care of my Quan Jingxiang." "Wang Shen, you really have to toast me. Principal Gao has been so good to Quan Jingxiang." Zhi Ling laughed and urged, making Lao Sun feel embarrassed. He quickly stood up and drank a cup. Quan Jingxiang pinched Zhi Ling's waist hard and yelled, "Ouch, Wang Shen, your wife is pinching me! Aren't you going to do anything about it?" "Wang Shen, would you be willing to do anything about it? Just bear with it, haha, who told you to talk nonsense?" Before Wang Shen could react, Lao Sun spoke first. "Fine, you're all bullying me. Come on, Bingbing, let's drink." Seeing that she couldn't get along with the two men, Zhi Ling turned to Bingbing. Bingbing couldn't hold her liquor, but after Zhi Ling's invitation, she reluctantly drank a cup with her and was already dizzy.

As soon as Izumi Shizuka touched the wine, her face flushed a deep red, like a sunset glow. Her large eyes shimmered with moisture. The buttons of her peony-patterned blouse were undone, revealing glimpses of her black bra. Her body swayed wildly, her black and white striped skirt lifted to her waist, exposing her thighs encased in black stockings all the way to the top. Through her bleary eyes, she said to her husband, "Honey, we didn't drink the nuptial wine at our wedding. Today, I'll toast you." "Come on, let's make up for it right here," Zhiling said, clapping her hands. Wang Shen then joined his beloved wife in drinking the wine, their arms linked. Bingbing, finding it amusing, insisted that Lao Sun drink the nuptial wine with her. Lao Sun was reluctant, but he followed suit, imitating Wang Shen and Quan Jingxiang. His eyes, however, were fixed on Quan Jingxiang, whose face was flushed with a hint of drunkenness. A tuft of hair, loosely tied at her temple, clung to her face, several strands falling loosely, adding to her allure.

Zhiling noticed the throbbing erection beneath his large belly. Suddenly, Bingbing pinched that spot, and Zhiling burst into laughter. Lao Sun stared intently at her, and Bingbing smiled back at Zhiling. Wang Shen came over and said, "Sorry to have neglected Teacher Sun. Come, let's have a drink." "Okay, give me a reason. That's a nuptial wine for you, what's the point of drinking with me?" Zhiling said boldly. Wang Shen couldn't

give a reason, and was simply embarrassed and at a loss for words. Zhiling raised her glass and stepped forward: "Don't just stand there, we're colleagues, can't we drink?" Wang Shen had never been so favored by Zhiling before. Her warm, soft body pressed tightly against him, her full, round breasts almost touching his ribs. He cheerfully said, "Yes, yes, yes, between colleagues." One glass wasn't enough, so he drank another, and the bottle was almost empty. Bingbing apologized, took some toilet paper, and went to the restroom. Quan Jingxiang followed, saying to wait for her. She got up and walked out, her two slender legs, visible beneath her skirt, swaying and trembling as she went. Bingbing knew there must be many eyes on her back, and she slumped even more softly. Her waist was very slender, and she moved out like a dragon.

When Lao Sun saw his wife leave, his palms were sweaty, and beads of sweat dripped from his body, like tiny insects crawling on his skin. He suddenly pulled Zhiling from Wang Shen's arms and placed her on his lap. Zhiling didn't struggle, but shouted, "Aren't you afraid your wife will come back?" Yet she writhed wantonly in his arms, feeling something as hard as iron thrusting against her buttocks. She chuckled inwardly at Principal Gao, so impulsive at his age. One hand gave her a hard squeeze of that bulge, and Old Sun exaggeratedly shouted, "Are you trying to murder me for money?" He then slipped his hand under Zhiling's skirt. Zhiling was wearing fishnet stockings; the hand traveled down her thigh to the top, but the stockings had no crotch, so he touched her panties—a narrow strap revealing soft pubic hair on either side. Old Sun ran his fingers through the pubic hair, playing with Zhiling's two thick, fleshy mounds. They were slightly wet, and he could feel them pulsating, like a baby suckling. Wang Shen stared at the two of them, dumbfounded. Although his head was throbbing and his eyes were almost closed, he still squinted, his eyes fixed on the mound at the top of Zhiling's thighs through the skirt that Lao Sun had lifted. Lao Sun's fingers had already parted the fabric at her crotch, revealing Zhiling's two plump labia and the frost-covered, dewy black pubic hair. He wanted to pounce on her, but his legs wouldn't obey him. He could only try to keep his eyes wide open, staring straight at her. His ears were ringing, and he felt lightheaded, almost fainting.

At any other time, Zhiling would have easily taken Luo Tang's hand and thrown herself into his arms, but at this moment, her mind was on Lin Li. She was racking her brains trying to find a way to slip away when Quan Jingxiang and Bingbing came in. She put her arm around Lao Sun's neck and gave him a passionate kiss, laughing at them and saying, "Hehe, I'm so sorry for stealing your two husbands." Quan Jingxiang knew that Zhiling was always reckless when she was crazy, but she didn't know what Bingbing would think, since they had only known each other for a short time. So she quickly said, "Stop drinking, let's pay the bill and leave." Zhiling staggered out of the hotel. A refreshing breeze blew by, sobering her up a bit. Seeing them leading the way, carrying the now-muddy Wang Shen, into the hotel lobby, she deliberately distanced herself from them. Watching them enter the elevator, she called Lin Li's room from the lobby. A man's voice answered, and after a while, Lin Li answered.

Zhiling told him to get out and walk straight to the right of the hotel. She would wait there, hang up the phone, and leave the hotel.

Small sycamore trees lined the street, their yellow leaves like forsythia in full bloom, each tree a vibrant contrast to the dark gray walls. The leaves, perched on the treetops, seemed to flutter and dance in wide arcs, soaring ahead of everyone else, their landing uncertain. There are some people who seem born to be the fruit of desire; they may not need to utter a word, make a gesture, or even exchange a glance. Yet, just standing there, they exude a sharp, dagger-like aura of desire.

Zhiling and Linli got into a taxi, and guided by the driver, they booked a room at a riverside hotel. The clerk unlocked the door, and Zhiling immediately went straight to the window. The entire room was like a dark yellow frame, holding a large painting within the window. The rich, shimmering river water splashed onto the curtains, staining their edges blue. "Alright, please close the door behind you." Zhiling was startled when she heard Lin Li's voice right next to her ear. She turned around, but the waiter had already left. Lin Li leaned against the windowsill, his hand propped against the window frame, blocking her view, and simply smiled at her. His face was round and broad, with ruddy cheeks, damp eyebrows, and his large, dark eyes always held a hint of impatience—a power that subtly and forcefully enveloped, eroded, and ultimately led one astray. This instantly aroused Zhiling's desire. The lingering alcohol in her system fueled her passion, and she looked at him with hazy, dreamy eyes, her red lips slightly parted.

And this fruit of desire is never resisted; as a fruit, it is willing to let you taste it, giving you its sweetest part. Their mouths slowly pressed together, and the instant their lips touched, Lin Li's expertly flicked his tongue across Zhiling's skin. With just that one touch, her entire body felt airborne, a slight dizziness washing over her. Their tongues intertwined, and in whose mouth it was, Lin Li's hands had slipped under her skirt, moving like ants. His other hand caressed her back, skillfully unhooking her bra through her clothes, then removing her panties and stockings. The feeling of emptiness was incredibly comfortable for Zhiling. She suppressed the urge to undress him, surrendering herself completely to him.

Lin Li took off his shirt, revealing broad shoulders and a well-developed, clearly defined chest that shimmered with a honey-like sheen. A sparse patch of body hair clung to the center of his chest, spreading outwards to form a dense thicket by his lower abdomen. He lifted Zhiling from under her arms and placed her on the windowsill. Outside, the sky was clear and starless, without a moon. Zhiling's short skirt had been lifted to her waist, revealing her two long, white legs that cascaded down from the windowsill, appearing exceptionally slender. She braced herself with her hands behind her back, leaning back and tilting her head back as well. Her long hair flowed freely, cascading down her back like a waterfall, creating a strangely unsettling beauty.

The two held each other tightly, motionless for a long time. Zhiling felt weak and limp; after the intense exertion, the alcohol and sweat in her body had evaporated. Lin Li's hairy thighs pressed against hers, his countless hairs like billions of rays of sunlight, nibbling at her body passionately and intimately, tickling her and making her feel sexy and amused. Another kiss, slow and long, was the first time she had felt that a kiss after sex could be so comfortable, stable, and unhurried, and her desire surged even more intensely. Zhiling rolled over, tossing her hair to reveal her pointed face. Her cheeks were flushed, perhaps with rouge, all the way to her temples, her dark, smiling eyes sparkling with laughter, forming small dimples. She leaned towards him, still lying down, teasing his nipple with the tip of her tongue, then slowly moving downwards. The warm sensation of her tongue made him feel almost dizzy. Zhiling successfully explored him thoroughly with her tongue, from his breasts to his toes, making him gasp and scream. She didn't miss a single drop of moisture on his body. His body was long and graceful, his testicles warm and clean; when she held them in her mouth, she could feel the unconditional trust that sex bestows upon a partner. She opened her eyes wide, looking at him with a mixture of tenderness and pleasure. His pale, sun-kissed naked body stimulated her.

Zhiling could feel streams of fluid flowing from her uterus. She straddled him, and then he entered her. His even larger, more intimidating penis made her feel a slight swelling pain, but also a greater sense of fullness. She couldn't help but thrust her hips, her waist twisting and sinking gracefully. Pleasure spread throughout her body, and the sudden ecstasy overwhelmed her. She quickened her pace, moaning softly. Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, she raised her arms high, burying her hands in her hair, and mumbled incoherently, "I'm coming again." A body slammed heavily off him onto the bed. Lin Li sprang to his feet like a carp, seeing her eyes rolled back and foam at the mouth. He showed no pity, standing by the bed, spreading her thighs wide with his hands, his erect penis thrusting and pounding relentlessly. Another wave of climax washed over her, so quickly that Zhiling was caught off guard. She struggled to support herself, and when she felt an unbearable heat and swelling below, knowing he was about to ejaculate, she struggled to sit up, catching his neck. Lin Li groaned as if he were ill, thrusting hard against her before falling silent. Zhiling's lower body made his penis swell as if it were about to burst, and a tidal wave of pleasure gushed out. The two of them reached their peak simultaneously, then leaped into the air, floating in the clouds, swaying and rising.

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