[If Heaven Has Feelings] (Chapter 103)

Chapter 103
Songpu Cemetery is located in a town far from the city. The cemetery is nestled against mountains and beside water, boasting beautiful scenery.
However, being a remote suburb, it was designated a public cemetery by the government. People from Huaihai with a bit of money generally want to
bury their loved ones in auspicious locations within the city, making this place an unlikely choice
. Only the poor choose this location for their burial. Over time, the cemetery became a public cemetery for
the poor. Like housing, cemeteries are categorized by location and environment.
A high proportion of poor burials leads the wealthy to avoid it, resulting in a decline in the overall quality
and value of the cemetery. As if poverty were contagious, the cemetery's facilities and buildings gradually became old and dilapidated.
Government maintenance funding decreased year by year, and it gradually became a forgotten corner,
rarely seen except during the annual Qingming Festival. It's certainly not a lively time now; the Qingming Festival has
long passed, and the crowds won't return until next year, so the hill where the cemetery is located is deathly still.
The entrance to Songpu Cemetery is halfway up the hill, its stone
gate covered in moss, the only iron railing rusted. A two-story, somewhat aged brick building is hidden among the trees—the cemetery management office
. However, only one gatekeeper remains; everyone else is busy with their own affairs.
This isn't surprising; a meager salary is hardly enough to support a family, and besides, so many people aren't needed to guard the cemetery—
there's nothing to steal except ashes.
After National Day, the weather in Huaihai City has noticeably cooled down, the muggy air has begun to dissipate, and occasional
light rain falls. The rain isn't heavy, but it seems endless, making it inconvenient to go out
. However, for Old Sun, rain or shine makes no difference, since his job does
n't require him to go out. He would sit in the gatehouse of the management office from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m.,
without leaving even to eat or relieve himself—of course, it didn't matter if he left, since no one would supervise
him anyway.
So, after finishing his self-cooked lunch, Old Sun would cross his legs and lean back in a recliner,
watching television with great interest. He was watching Yue opera on the local channel, a hobby he had cultivated since childhood.
On the table in front of him sat a 29-inch Sony color TV; the thick, brick-like picture tube was a product of the last century, but
it had never broken down since it was purchased. The screen colors were still so vibrant that he could see the handsome features of the female lead;
although the sound was a bit hoarse, he could still clearly hear the sweet voice of the female lead.
Just as he was enjoying himself, the sound of a car engine shattered his enjoyment. Old Sun
frowned unhappily; he never expected that anyone would come to the cemetery at this time of year
. He stood up from the recliner, craned his neck to look out the window, wanting to see what uninvited guest
had dared to disturb him at this moment.
With the screeching of tires on the asphalt, a large military green SUV pulled up at the cemetery entrance.
The SUV had a high chassis, but the license plate was covered by a camouflage cloth. Although the rain had stopped for about half a day
, the mud and water tracks on the body and tires indicated that the vehicle had traveled quite a distance, suggesting it
had come specifically to pay respects at the graves.
The other door of the SUV opened, and a man stepped out of the driver's seat. This man
was tall, with a strong and muscular build beneath a long, dark blue trench coat. His face, sculpted like marble, was cold and intimidating.
Although sunglasses concealed his eyes, his high, straight nose and tightly pursed lips
exuded a chilling aura.
The man in the trench coat walked to the other end of the vehicle and carefully opened the passenger door. The first thing to emerge from the car was
a woman's foot. This woman must have been incredibly beautiful, for her bare calf was long and straight, like a
section of white jade carved into a lotus root tube—perfectly proportioned, neither too full nor too thin, plump and white without being greasy, slender and well-
proportioned without being bony. The woman's jade-like foot was encased in a pair of silver, openwork mesh ankle boots, the 11-centimeter stilettos
appearing intimidating. Several smooth, white jade-carved toes peeked out from the small peep-toe openings, painted with
wine-red nail polish, resembling plump little ladybugs, instantly arousing the imagination.
Because the SUV's chassis was extremely high, the jade-like foot in the silver openwork mesh ankle boots first touched the footrest
, followed by a slender, white, and smooth woman's arm. Although this snow-white arm was covered by a close-fitting black
lace garment, its plumpness and well-proportioned shape were still evident. The woman's outstretched fingers
were long and slender, white as scallions, each pointed nail painted with wine-red nail polish, the red and white contrast exuding
the charm of a mature woman. The woman gently placed her delicate fingers into the man's palm, and the man gentlemanly grasped that jade-
like hand. With this grip, the woman finally stepped out of the car.
The first thing that caught the eye was the woman's smooth, flowing wine-red hair. Her silky hair was parted in the middle, combed back
along both sides, and gathered into a low bun at the back of her head. A gold butterfly hair clip was embedded in the teardrop
-shaped bun; the exquisitely crafted pure gold butterfly was so lifelike, it seemed as if it were
a creature perched on her hair. The woman wore a pair of long, triangular earrings on her white jade-like earlobes, with a row of fan-shaped
obsidian pendants below the silver triangles. The pendants, reaching to her shoulders, swayed and jingled at her temples, producing a crisp, melodious sound, adding
a unique touch.
Then the woman raised her head, revealing an oval face sculpted like white jade. Although
large sunglasses covered most of her face,
her smooth, jade-like forehead, high, straight nose, and snow-white skin peeking out from under the veil suggested a stunningly beautiful and elegant face. Aside from her wine-red
hair and brightly painted red lips, her face was painted only with two extremely pure black and white colors, complementing
her swan-like, long, and held-back neck, exuding the air of a pampered noblewoman.
The woman, holding the man's hand, stepped onto the ground. The hem of her skirt, held by her delicate white hand, loosened, covering
her long, straight, white legs. She wore 11-centimeter stiletto heels in silver openwork mesh ankle boots, almost touching the ground.
The men in trench coats standing together were of similar height, making the short Old Sun feel ashamed of his own stature. Her curvaceous
body was encased in a dignified black lace dress. The style and color of her attire perfectly suited the cemetery's
environment and theme, but from the side, the dress seemed a little too form-fitting. It clung tightly to
the woman's undulating curves, emphasizing her full, high breasts, and even
revealing the subtle curve of her slightly protruding abdomen. Her firm, pert buttocks, restrained by the narrow waistband,
swayed slightly with her elegant and dignified steps.
The lace dress was tightly fitted from the neckline to the hips, but abruptly loosened and flared out from the hips down
, the slightly pleated hem spreading out like a closed umbrella,
revealing a pair of jade-like feet encased in 11-centimeter stiletto heels made of silver openwork mesh. The ankle boots were adorned with
silver lily-patterned mesh, the fine mesh barely concealing the slender, delicate insteps, like white bamboo shoots, and
the few fair toes gleaming with burgundy nail polish peeking out from the peep-toe openings. The combination of these colors, however, was
strangely harmonious, possessing a mysterious and unique allure.
As the woman straightened up, it became apparent that she wore a white fox fur shawl draped over her shoulders. This shawl,
made from a single, pure white fox without a single stray hair,
flowed from the back of her neck to her chest, further enhancing her air of aristocratic elegance. Upon closer inspection, one will find that
the woman's lace dress is not as simple as it appears at first glance. A
thin layer of gauze covers the chest and lower abdomen, vaguely revealing two beautiful collarbones and a small, rounded navel. The back is even thinner,
revealing large expanses of smooth skin. Only the area from the hips to the buttocks is completely covered by intricate and luxurious lace
. Her full breasts are accentuated by the lace, making them appear firm and prominent. The long skirt below the hips is made of
gossamer-thin gauze, printed with delicate ink chrysanthemum patterns. Through the gauze, one can see two
long, alabaster-white legs gracefully swaying. With each step, the umbrella-shaped gauze skirt
rustles softly.
The woman's hairstyle, hair accessories, and long dress exude an air of solemnity and dignity, yet her hair color and lip gloss
seem full of vitality. The lace detailing on her long dress, revealing glimpses of her fair skin, and
her long, slender legs encased in silver, openwork ankle boots, exuded an indescribable allure and seduction
. The more she was covered up, the more irresistible this temptation became; it seemed that deliberate
concealment and embellishment could not conceal the overflowing femininity emanating from her. Such a woman was truly a rare beauty
.
After getting out of the car, the couple headed straight for the cemetery. The man carried a large canvas
bag, indicating that they were indeed there to pay their respects. Old Sun did not intend to disturb them, as his job
was only to guard the gate; other matters were not within his purview. Moreover, at this moment, his entire attention
was captivated by the beautiful woman.
In all his years, Old Sun had never seen such a stunning woman. Although she appeared to be of
considerable age, the natural charm of a mature woman emanating from her was enough to ignite a man's most primal desires
. However, this voluptuous and elegant woman was already taken. The tall man in the trench coat beside her was likely
her husband, because as soon as they got out of the car, she eagerly took his arm, her whole body seemingly wanting
to stick to him. Their intimacy filled Old Sun with both envy and jealousy.
The man pushed aside the rusty iron railing, and the two strolled into the cemetery. The woman, who looked like an elegant lady, stood
there, gazing intently at the cemetery sign for a long while,
a complex expression on her beautiful and dignified face. During this time, the man patiently stood by, waiting. When she came to her senses
, she nodded slightly to him. Their eyes met briefly behind their sunglasses, and they seemed to reach a certain
understanding. Then, they embraced again and walked deeper into the cemetery.
The cemetery was built along a small hill called Qinglin Mountain, with a narrow stone path running through it, lined
with countless graves on both sides. The morning rain had made the flagstones a little slippery, and the woman's arms
tightened around the man. Her 11-centimeter stiletto heels, silver openwork mesh ankle boots, required her to lift them high to ascend
the steps. So, with each step, her plump, fleshy buttocks, encased in a long, flowing lace dress embroidered with dark chrysanthemums
, swayed with incredible force, like a water-filled balloon bobbing in alluring waves, making
every onlooker's blood boil.
Old Sun stood dumbfounded at the window, watching the incredibly alluring noblewoman slowly walk up Qinglin Mountain until
her figure disappeared behind rows of dense pines and cypresses. Only then did he seem to recover from a spell. He
sat back down on the recliner, somewhat dejected, only to find a bulge in his crotch. Old Sun was overjoyed; his
manhood, which had become limp years ago, had been rekindled today simply from looking at that woman a few times
.
The Yue opera on the television was still playing, the female lead dancers gracefully swaying their flowing
sleeves as always, but Old Sun had no heart to appreciate it anymore; his mind was only filled with the sexy, alluring body of that beautiful woman
.
Songpu Cemetery wasn't very large, and having been built several decades ago, the graves
were almost all full. Rows of tombstones, each made of different materials, represented a deceased life. Regardless
of the value of the stone, they all endured the wind and sun, standing there year after year, day after day, waiting for
the worship and cleaning of their loved ones.
Due to the cemetery's limited space, the stones used for the graves were mostly ordinary; occasionally, a few were made
of marble or white marble, but most were ordinary stones. The front of Qinglin Mountain was all newly developed
cemeteries. Ten years ago, it was lush and green; now, large and small tombstones stood there. These tombstones
looked relatively new, and there were no weeds around them, indicating that they were regularly maintained.
But once you cross to the other side of the mountain, the scene changes completely. The tombs here contain items dating from twenty to thirty years old, or at least a dozen years.
The cemetery, perhaps due to neglect or the gradual lapse in care by relatives, was overgrown with weeds
, some reaching waist-high in remote corners. The tombstones buried in the grass were mostly simple flagstones
, crudely carved with the names of the deceased, but all covered in moss,
making them difficult to identify without wiping.
However, the grave we were looking for wasn't as difficult as we'd imagined, because I remembered its
location vividly. Although I was only fourteen then, the scenes from that time were deeply etched in my mind.
The day of my father's funeral, it was drizzling, just like now. The company chartered two buses to take the families
to the cemetery. Besides relatives from both sides, many of my father's colleagues came, including one of
the perpetrators of the murder years ago. But at that time, I didn't understand the adults' malicious intentions; I was simply heartbroken and
helpless, holding my mother's hand as we walked up the long stone steps to bid farewell to my father.
Almost ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. The little boy who barely reached his mother's shoulder has now grown into
a strong and upright man. The woman who once held my hand now clings
to my arm with unwavering dependence and affection, as if she wants to meld into my very being. I no longer need my mother's protection; in fact,
I willingly take on the responsibility of protecting and caring for her, because she is not only my blood-and-flesh mother, but also my
undying wife and soulmate.
Although the mountain path wasn't particularly rugged, Bai Liyuan was wearing 11-centimeter stilettos, and the
slippery path due to the rain made it quite difficult for her. By the time she reached that
familiar spot, she was panting heavily. Bai Liyuan removed her Chanel sunglasses,
revealing a strikingly beautiful oval face. Two vibrant blushes rose on her alabaster cheeks, and her ample
breasts heaved beneath her white fox fur shawl. Her full belly, tightly wrapped in a black chrysanthemum lace dress, traced
a graceful arc, seemingly opening and closing in rhythm with her cherry-red lips. A
sweet fragrance, like orchids and musk, wafted from her mouth, making one feel restless and aroused.
So many years had passed, yet she remained as beautiful and captivating as ever. Although still dressed in black,
the thin, haggard widowed woman of yesteryear was now much more voluptuous and prosperous. This was partly due to her comfortable lifestyle
, but even more so to the nourishment of the male beside her. The only thing unchanged was the look in her eyes as she gazed at the tombstone.
Her almond-shaped eyes, like pools of autumn water, were still breathtakingly beautiful, but now held an indescribable quality.
At first, I almost didn't recognize that familiar spot. The simple bluestone tombstone I remembered
was gone, replaced by a dignified and elegant white marble tombstone, and the grave itself
had been completely renovated. Moreover, the weeds and drainage ditches around the grave showed signs of recent clearing,
standing out neatly and conspicuously among the row of old, faded tombstones.
The cemetery certainly wouldn't do these things for the deceased without a fee; all the updates and repairs were initiated by Bai Liyuan
. Over the years, she had regularly visited her late husband's grave and hired workers to clean the area, which is why
it remained so pristine. These thoughtful actions showed that she
still cared deeply for my father and our family. Although Bai Liyuan had done things that wronged my father, she wasn't a morally
corrupt woman who disregarded family ties. Thinking of this, my respect for her grew even stronger.
I took the items out of the canvas bag one by one: salted duck, smoked fish, peanuts, and fried tofu—
all my father's favorite snacks to accompany his drinks. I arranged them neatly in front of the tombstone, then opened a bottle of
fine Shaoxing Zhuangyuanhong wine and gently poured the orange-yellow liquid onto the grave. The 55-proof Shaoxing wine quickly flowed and
seeped into the soil beside the grave, filling the air with a sweet and mellow aroma.
I silently said in my heart, "Dad, your son has come back to see you. This is your favorite old wine; let me
have a few drinks with you."
The white marble tombstone was inlaid with my father's portrait; the black and white photo was taken shortly after his wedding.
My father, in his early twenties, smiled happily with his eyes narrowed. His beard wasn't as thick as it would become later, but his square
face and rock-solid forehead exuded masculinity. From any angle, he was a
good man who lived a good life at home.
He was so happy back then, not only married to a beautiful wife, but also given birth to
a healthy son. Everyone envied his tall, bearded man. Unfortunately, these wonderful things brought him
a fatal tragedy. Who could have imagined that his once happy family would soon vanish? His beautiful and
virtuous wife first cheated on him, then became the mistress of a wealthy businessman, while his precious only son
was imprisoned in a dark mental hospital for killing his lover.
Fortunately, fate, though cruel, also helped him. By chance, the child escaped and
learned exceptional skills. Through his planning and scheming, the murderers who had plotted against Gao Song received
their due punishment. The instigators of all this, Lü Jiang, along with his wife and son, paid a heavy
price, and the punishments inflicted upon them would ensure their eternal damnation, making their lives a living hell.
"Dad, I've avenged you. You can rest in peace now," I murmured to myself
.
Those who harmed Gao Song back then—Cheng Yang—I'd already killed them all. Although Lü Jiang escaped the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection's
net, he's now under the control of Huaihai City and will inevitably be silenced by the authorities; Lü Jiang's wife is mentally unstable
and has been sent to a mental hospital for treatment; Lü Jiang's son is serving time in a juvenile detention center, but he's become
a cripple, and the Lü family line is about to end.
Justice has never been absent, though it may have come a little late. —I murmured to myself, a sense of melancholy washing over me
. Although I had brought justice to my father, the dead cannot be brought back to life, the past cannot be restored
, and I am no longer the person I once was.
I poured about half a bottle of Zhuangyuanhong wine, then took a sip myself. The warm wine entered my throat, a
rich aroma spreading through my mouth. I poured some more onto the ground, as if drinking with my father.
"Dad, I want to tell you something." I took another big gulp, feeling a wave of heat travel from my throat all the
way down to my stomach, then spread throughout my body, instantly warming me up.
"Mom is a very good woman; she has always worked so hard to take care of our family. But
after losing your protection, she suffered a lot of bullying and hardship. It's not her fault; she's just a
woman."
Bai Liyuan had been standing quietly beside me since we came up the mountain, watching me arrange the offerings
and pour the wine. After hearing what I had to say, her eyes had unknowingly become moist.
"Dad, you once told me: a real man should cherish his woman and take care of his
family. As a woman, Mom needs a man's protection and love. For so many years, Mom
has lacked such a person, but I can now shoulder the responsibility of this family."
"Dad, I love Yuanyuan, not just the kind of love I have for Mom, but the same love you have for this woman.
Although our union may not be accepted by the world, our hearts are pure and innocent. I will always love her, protect
her, and take care of her. I will continue to learn from you and make her the happiest woman in the world."
As I finished this heartfelt confession, Bai Liyuan beside me couldn't hold back her tears.
All the past grievances and resentments were poured out by me. She tightly covered her face with her slender, white fingers painted with burgundy nail polish
, sobbing softly.
"Yuanyuan." I turned and gently pulled her into my arms, comforting my beloved woman with my body heat.
Under my strong embrace, Bai Liyuan's emotions gradually calmed down. Her delicate white hands, which had been covering her face,
finally lowered, revealing her bright almond-shaped eyes, slightly swollen.
I took Bai Liyuan's hand, and we both knelt down before the grave.
"Dad..."
"Husband..."
The terms we used were different, but the meaning was the same. We clasped our hands together and
prayed in unison. We asked our father to bless our union and vowed to love and cherish each other, remaining faithful and devoted.
After silently reciting the prayer, we took turns drinking a sip of Zhuangyuanhong wine, then poured the remaining wine into
the soil beside the grave.
"Look, look!" Bai Liyuan exclaimed excitedly, grabbing my arm and shaking it gently. Following the direction of her delicate white fingers, a cloud of white mist rose from the white marble tombstone, like 　　the vapor
of immortals .
But I knew in my heart that it was the still-warm yellow wine mixed with the rainwater on the ground that caused
the effect. Through the mist, I could see my father's portrait on the tombstone, seemingly nodding and smiling.
"Your father smiled; he agreed to us being together," Bai Liyuan exclaimed excitedly, like a little girl,
clapping her delicate white hands as she spoke.
I understood the reason for her excitement. As a mother and wife, Bai Liyuan
had always been hesitant about our illicit relationship. After all, she grew up in a very traditional family, unlike me who disregarded societal norms
. This mist, however, was like a reassurance to her, relieving her mental burden and allowing her to
freely immerse herself in this love affair.
I stared, somewhat mesmerized, at her kneeling figure. Her voluptuous, slender body was
tightly wrapped in a long, dark lace dress, her plump, white buttocks resting on two long, straight, white legs. Her slightly full
waist was ramrod straight, making her large breasts, beneath her white fox fur shawl, even more prominent. Her delicate,
white hands, painted with burgundy nail polish, were clasped together in front of her chest, her head, styled in a teardrop-shaped bun, was slightly bowed. From the side,
she resembled a Virgin Mary in devout prayer. She slightly pouted her small, bright red cherry lips,
a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her soft, smooth mouth, as if she were lost in some sweet fantasy.
"Yuanyuan, what are you thinking about?" I couldn't help but ask curiously.
Bai Liyuan seemed to only then hear my voice; her expression, still tinged with pleasure, turned around at the sound of my voice. Her alluring
almond-shaped eyes darted around my face, and she seemed a little embarrassed, covering her
mouth with her slender white fingers and giggling.
"It's nothing,"
Bai Liyuan said. Her appearance only fueled my curiosity. I pretended to tickle her, then casually
rubbed her voluptuous, fragrant body a few times, making her giggle and tremble.
"Ah...haha...husband...no...ah, spare me...haha..."
Her clear, bell-like laughter echoed through the cemetery, a laugh that was incredibly captivating. Only when Bai Liyuan was laughing so hard she could barely
breathe did I release her and embrace her.
Bai Liyuan kept stroking her heaving, full breasts, giving me a playful glare and a slightly coquettish rebuke
.
"Hmph, you scoundrel! I told you, why are you doing this to me?"
"Hehe, if you had confessed sooner, you would have suffered less, wouldn't you?" I smugly stroked her chest
, pretending to massage her, but my main attention was focused on the plump flesh beneath her lace dress.
"What I said was: I hope we can be together for life, love each other forever, and never leave each other." After Bai Liyuan finished
this heartfelt confession, she looked at me with tender eyes, as if she were surrendering herself to me, ready to be taken
.
I couldn't help but pull her into my arms, our lips pressed together without a gap, our
tongues, already very familiar with each other, intertwined, various saliva and fluids merging like a chemical reaction, filling our
mouths and even our entire bodies with a fragrant aroma.
We were like a couple who had been in love for many years, passionately kissing in front of my father's tombstone, not caring
where we were, nor where the other was.
Qinglin Mountain, true to its name, is covered with lush vegetation. Although the hill where the cemetery is located
is dotted with tombstones of all sizes, it is also adorned with a variety of pines and cypresses. These tall, straight
evergreen trees stand like dignified guardians, protecting the cemetery and the souls resting there.
While seemingly unplanned, these pines and cypresses blend harmoniously with their surroundings. Qinglin Mountain sits
at the confluence of two winding streams, its round shape resembling a dragon pearl, and these pines and cypresses are like
the radiance on that pearl; every blade of grass and every tree embodies the beauty of the mountain.
Legend has it that over 200 years ago, a feng shui master recognized the potential of this land, calling it the "Double Dragon
Lair." He predicted that if a burial site were located there, two prominent figures would emerge from his descendants, each
possessing earth-shattering power. However, the feng shui master did not bury himself there. While the "
Double Dragon Lair" was incredibly auspicious, it was heavily influenced by yin and yang energies. If the deceased lacked sufficient yang energy,
it could easily breed yin energy, making the future uncertain and the fortunes of his descendants unpredictable.
Perhaps by chance, this once-treasured site has now been converted into a cemetery, housing a
considerable number of burial sites. However, the feng shui master's prediction seems never to have come true. The descendants of these tomb owners mostly
lived quiet, unremarkable lives, just like their ancestors.
On the other side of the hill lies the very spot chosen by the feng shui master. From this vantage point, one can see the two
winding streams. If it weren't for the overcast sky, the sunlight would shine directly onto the hillside, and two towering,
dragon-like pine trees would spread their verdant branches, providing natural shade for the white marble tomb below.
This tomb, in both its material and scale, stands out prominently among the surrounding old bluestone tombs
. The entire tomb is constructed of white marble, and the tall tombstone bears a line of large characters in clerical script
: "Tomb of my late husband, Gao Song," with a smaller line beside it: "Erected by his wife, Li Yuan." A black-and-white portrait hangs on the tombstone, depicting
a kind-looking man with a square face and a full beard, smiling as he gazes ahead through the glass.
Before the tombstone, one can see the back of a woman dressed in a long, dark lace dress adorned with chrysanthemum motifs. She is clearly
crouching, but her voluptuous, slender figure is as flawless as a handcrafted cello.
A white fox fur shawl drapes her slender, fair shoulders, and her slightly full waist connects to a plump,
fleshy bottom. The two rounded, full buttocks, encased in the lace fabric, resemble the curved tail of a cello
.
Her long, wine-red curly hair is neatly combed back and loosely tied into a low bun, a
gold butterfly hairpin set in the teardrop-shaped bun, swaying with the movement of her head.
Two triangular, bright silver earrings adorn her alabaster earlobes, the obsidian pendants below them clinking together, producing
a soft yet clear sound.
Interspersed among these sounds was a smacking sound of swallowing, like a child
licking a lollipop. It made one wonder what kind of delicious treat could be
so irresistible to this woman, radiating mature feminine charm.
The answer was right before her: a tall, imposing man stood before her, his
long, dark blue trench coat draped down, almost like a cloak embracing the crouching woman. His face
was sharply defined, like marble, usually almost expressionless, but now his expression was less stern than usual. His
eyes, like cold electricity, were slightly closed, while his firm lips were slightly parted, and the muscles in his face were twitching slightly. It was
as if he were receiving some kind of electric shock, but his expression showed no sign of pain; instead, it resembled some indescribable
pleasure.
Looking further down, one could understand the reason for the man's expression. Directly opposite the woman's wine-
red hair bun, the man's trousers were unzipped, revealing a thick, long penis standing proudly
outside. The penis was almost the size of a child's arm, covered with bulging veins and blood vessels. The glans,
the size of a ping-pong ball, was swollen and purplish-red, exuding the masculine vigor of a male creature.
The woman's hands gripped this large, fleshy shaft. Its size was too large to be held in one hand, so
she used her two slender, plump, white hands to cradle it. Her delicate fingers, painted with wine-red nail polish,
rhythmically stroked the large penis. Her technique was extremely skilled; her hands moved back and forth with considerable effort
, yet her movements were full of tenderness and affection.
The woman not only served the large penis with her hands, but also
kissed it incessantly with her cherry-red lips, painted with wine-red lipstick. She opened her mouth and extended her long, bright red tongue, skillfully licking the massive shaft,
coating it with her clear saliva. Every now and then, she would take the ping-pong ball-sized glans into
her mouth and gently suck on it.
Her long, bright red tongue moved across the purplish-red glans, as alluring
and seductive as the forked tongue of a large white snake. The cunning red tongue slipped under the glans, skillfully rubbing the coronal
sulcus with its edge. The slippery, warm tongue grazed the most sensitive part of the penis, and I felt a surge of pleasure coursing through
my body, making me tremble with pleasure.
"Oh, Yuanyuan, you little vixen," I groaned, gently stroking Bai Liyuan's hair,
immersed in the pleasure brought by the beautiful woman's tongue between my legs.
"Don't rush, honey, I have something even better." Bai Liyuan's voice was sweet and soft, with a
touch of affected coquetry that only fueled a man's primal desires.
True to her word, Bai Liyuan wasn't content with just licking; she began to take the large penis even deeper
into her mouth. My penis was far longer and larger than most men's, and her small mouth couldn't possibly accommodate the entire length
. However, Bai Liyuan was stubborn. She moved her mouth, adjusting
the position of her throat, and managed to swallow most of the large penis, though a small section of the shaft still protruded
.
With the entire penis inside, Bai Liyuan felt the massive shaft filling her mouth completely, the
ping-pong ball-sized glans fully inserted into her throat, pressing hard against her trachea. She felt
waves of shortness of breath, but still struggled to shake her head, rhythmically using her mouth
to manipulate my large penis.
Looking at the beautiful woman beneath me, her elegant makeup and hairstyle, her exquisitely beautiful face upturned,
sucking my penis with her cherry-like lips, the combined psychological and physical sensations were enough to drive any man
mad. Beneath her slender, long eyebrows, her slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes gazed at me with irresistible allure,
her gaze flowing as if it could speak, constantly expressing her complete submission and love for me.
My hands involuntarily gripped her vulva tightly, my fingers tracing the smooth, thick, wine-red
curls. I began thrusting my hips back and forth, pumping my massive member into her mouth
, treating Bai Liyuan's cherry-like lips like a honey pot, as if this
beautiful woman with her unparalleled face and luscious lips was merely my personal sex toy.
Bai Liyuan's mouth was already struggling to accommodate my enormous member, and now, with increased thrusting
, it caused her even more agony. Each thrust of that large, fleshy member filled her cherry-like mouth completely,
the thick shaft pressing against the smooth, tender passage deep within her throat, making her cough several times
.
But she showed no sign of pain; instead, she seemed to revel in it, opening her mouth wide,
enveloping my member with every inch of her tender flesh, using every muscle to serve that penis. But I, like
a male beast in heat, showed no mercy as I thrust my large, fleshy penis in and out, letting her head be thrown back and forth by my impacts. The massive head of my penis slammed against her throat, producing a muffled "kong kong" sound, 　　echoing
the swaying, bright silver triangular obsidian earrings beneath her white jade earlobes . 　　My force was so great that Bai Liyuan's entire body swayed violently from the impacts. To maintain her balance, Bai 　　Liyuan had to grip my belt with both hands, her slender, white fingers, painted with burgundy nail polish, digging tightly into my 　　trousers. Because of her squatting position, the hem of her dark chrysanthemum-patterned chiffon skirt had ridden up above her knees, and her jade- 　　like feet, clad in 11cm stiletto heels and silver openwork mesh ankle boots, were taut. Two long, alabaster-white legs were folded 　　together, spread at an incredibly alluring angle. The shapely, smooth calves and plump, white thighs combined 　　like two large white snakes raising their heads. 　　Bai Liyuan, while swallowing and releasing my enormous penis, strained to look up at me, her alluring 　　peach-blossom eyes seeming to hold a pool of spring water, brimming with desire and boundless spring-like allure. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, every 　　time my massive penis penetrated deep into her throat, Bai Liyuan's alluring almond-shaped eyes would involuntarily roll back, 　　that dazed, seductive state caused by being completely possessed by the male phallus, sending my desire soaring to its peak. 　　I felt Bai Liyuan's fragrant tongue licking back and forth between my glans and the coronal sulcus, sometimes even wrapping around my penis. 　　Her full, wine-red lips tightly held my penis, rapidly swallowing and releasing it, as if she were sucking on 　　some delicious dessert. My reason was replaced by lust. My neatly clad crotch thrust forward relentlessly, 　　my massive penis rapidly entering and exiting her cherry-like mouth, grinding every inch of her narrow, warm oral cavity. 　　The excessive friction made Bai Liyuan's wine-red lips even more vibrant, and 　　the fluids secreted by my penis and her saliva coated them with a glossy sheen, making her already alluring 　　lips appear even more translucent and radiant. Seeing Bai Liyuan kneeling before me, her seductive and wanton appearance, 　　my penis swelled even more. My hands, holding her head, tightened their grip. My penis, 　　amidst her constant licking and swallowing, had reached its peak, vibrating continuously within Liyuan's mouth. 　　Bai Liyuan's plump, smooth cheeks bulged high, her slender, high-bridged nose flared violently 　　, and clear saliva dripped from the corners of her full, wine-red lips. She was clearly unable to control her 　　mouth. Her slender, white fingers, painted with wine-red nail polish, gripped my thigh tightly, her head tilting back desperately 　　to expose more of her throat for my penis to enter and exit. Her eyes were glazed over, large patches of white 　　showing, as if she were on the verge of unconsciousness. Seeing Bai Liyuan's near-suffocation, I quickly pulled my penis out, but it was too late. Just 　　before it slipped out of her mouth, it was gripped by her incredibly tight, tender flesh. My already swollen, purplish-red glans went numb, 　　and several thick streams of semen spurted from the urethral opening. 　　Although the amount of semen was small, it shot powerfully into her open mouth, 　　rushing down her still-open throat. Bai Liyuan couldn't help but clutch her throat and cough repeatedly, almost choking. 　　"Yuanyuan, are you alright?" I asked with some concern. 　　"No, I'm fine." Seeing my concern, Bai Liyuan's face showed gratitude. She waved her slender, white 　　fingers, speaking gently. 　　At the same time, she raised her plump, white neck, her smooth throat undulating, 　　swallowing the hot semen, still warm from my body. Immediately afterward, she relentlessly grabbed the still-erect penis, 　　extending two white, jade-like fingers painted with wine-red nail polish, forming a circle around the swollen, purplish-red glans 　　. Her smooth, delicate fingers gently squeezed the penis, and the semen I had previously held back 　　flowed out immediately. 　　Bai Liyuan, unhurried, extended a long, slender, white middle finger. The tip, painted with wine-red nail polish 　　, gently scraped the tip of her penis, scooping up the thick, white semen into her nail. The still-pungent 　　semen clung to her delicate, white finger, creating a striking contrast with her wine-red nail. 　　"Honey, just shoot if you want to. Don't hold it in, it's bad for your little brother," Bai Liyuan pouted , 　　her voice sweet and seductive. 　　She raised her head, her peach-blossom eyes shimmering with allure, looking at me with irresistible charm. Her cherry lips parted slightly 　　, revealing her smooth, red mouth. Then, she gently 　　and gracefully inserted her white 　　, semen-covered finger into her mouth. Her long, bright red tongue swirled, sucking up the semen from her wine-red nail. The white fluid churned in her tender mouth, 　　mingling with her saliva before being swallowed. 　　"Husband, my little brother tastes really good." Bai Liyuan licked 　　her slender, white middle finger repeatedly with her bright red tongue, as if she were licking ice cream. Her jade-like face showed a look of lingering satisfaction, as if my semen 　　was some rare delicacy to her. 　　Bai Liyuan kept her head tilted back the whole time. The wine-red lipstick that was originally on her cherry lips 　　had faded slightly after being ravaged by my large penis, but after being moistened by my semen, it regained its vibrant 　　color. There were still two faint traces of saliva at the corners of her rosy lips, but it did not detract from the softness and beauty of her plump and beautiful face 　　.

Her slender, fair body was wrapped in a long, flowing lace dress adorned with black chrysanthemum patterns. Her long, straight, white legs were encased in 11
-centimeter stiletto heels with silver openwork mesh ankle boots. She appeared utterly submissive
to me, every glance, every smile displaying boundless love and obedience.
How could I not be overjoyed to see such a stunning beauty willing to be my captive?
"Husband, your little brother's been a bit fishy lately. Is it because the food I cooked was too 'heaty'?" Bai Liyuan smacked
her lips a few times, as if savoring my semen, her peach-blossom eyes gazing
at me with a gentle, captivating gaze.
"Yuanyuan, any man would get aroused seeing you," I said with a slight smile, my hands
tenderly caressing her cheeks, her delicate, smooth skin almost melting under my fingertips.
"No, I only want you, my husband." Bai Liyuan gave me a reproachful look, but her expression
showed that she didn't dislike the compliment.
As she spoke, she opened her mouth and took one of my index fingers into her mouth, licking and sucking it as if it were my penis
. I felt my finger slide into a hot, narrow space, where a fleshy, slippery
tongue was teasing it. I countered with interest, inserting my middle finger as well, pinching and
kneading the slippery tongue between my two fingers. Just those two fingers were enough to make Bai Liyuan pant and her eyes sparkle
.
"Husband... ah..." Bai Liyuan shook her head, temporarily freeing herself from my two fingers. She finally caught her
breath, but still tilted her head back, her almond-shaped eyes filled with wet desire, and said in a sweet voice,
"I want... my husband's little brother." Her eyes were fixed on my proudly erect penis, and
she pleaded in a sweet, cloying voice.
I then noticed that her jade-like cheeks were flushed a vibrant peach color. Sometime earlier, a
long, slender, white arm had fallen to her crotch, and beneath her lifted, flowing black chrysanthemum-patterned dress, her movements were slight and rhythmic.
Judging from the slight rise and fall of her full belly and her impatiently opening and closing of her long, white legs, this beautiful woman
could no longer suppress her burgeoning desire.
"But...is this appropriate?" I hesitated, glancing around. At this moment,
we were alone in this secluded cemetery, surrounded by lush vegetation—a perfect natural setting for our tryst. But after all,
we were at Gao Song's tomb. Even though Bai Liyuan and I had resolved our illicit affair,
making love in front of my deceased father and ex-husband's tombstones still felt strange.
Bai Liyuan naturally understood my concerns. A fleeting, almost imperceptible sadness crossed her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, but it
was quickly melted away by the burning passion within her. She impatiently reached out to unbuckle my belt,
saying gently, "Husband, we've already sworn an oath, your father will understand."
As she spoke, my pants were already deftly undone by her ten slender, white fingers. She
leaped from the ground with the agility of a female leopard, her legs, clad in 11-centimeter stiletto heels and silver openwork mesh ankle boots,
taking a few steps back. With a slight twist of her long, full waist, she sat on the white marble tombstone.
"Husband, come on, use your big brother to fuck me." Bai Liyuan's voice was now sickeningly sweet.
Such explicit and sensual words, uttered from her dignified and elegant cherry lips, made my blood boil
, and my massive penis hardened even more.
Turning my gaze to her, Bai Liyuan's actions at that moment made my nose bleed even more. Her height, combined with
her 11-centimeter heels, meant that when she stretched out her long legs, they could easily touch the ground. Therefore, her plump, white
buttocks could sit perfectly atop the tombstone, her long, straight white legs spread wide in a V-shape. Her dark chrysanthemum-patterned light
gauze lace dress was lifted from the front, exposing her entire plump, white hips to me.
My vision blurred for a moment, because beneath that dark chrysanthemum-patterned light gauze lace dress, her entire full, white abdomen
and inner thighs were clearly visible. She was only wearing a silver thong with thin straps,
made of only three silver straps, the single strap already deeply embedded in her two rosy, full lips. The entire high
, rounded mound of flesh was barren, smooth and glistening like a plump white peach. Apart from the decorative
silver thong, large swaths of slippery white flesh resembled abundant cream.
A long, slender, white hand slid down to her crotch, its delicate fingers as white and tender as scallions, its long
nails painted with wine-red nail polish, making it incredibly alluring and seductive. This noblewoman's jade hands
roamed incessantly between her legs, even inserting her longest middle and index fingers into her honeyed orifice. The long red nails and two
knuckles disappeared within the crimson lips, the two plump petals stretched open by her jade fingers, revealing the bright red flesh.
Her slender jade hands moved lasciviously within the red flesh, frantically rubbing the buds on the moist petals. The flesh
constantly writhed and contracted, foreshadowing a storm brewing within her honeyed orifice.
Besides the two delicate, white fingers that were constantly fidgeting, Bai Liyuan's other three fingers
were gracefully raised, like soft, white orchids. On her ring finger wore a
large ring; the somewhat antique pure gold band was set with a large, flawless pearl, surrounded by a ring of
shimmering silver diamonds. This priceless pearl and diamond ring
trembled slightly in the air as the two jade fingers inside her moist opening fidgeted, creating a scene that, together with her constantly rolling, red, tender flesh, was both
alluring and pure.
I was suddenly struck by a jolt. The pearl and diamond ring on Bai Liyuan's hand was the one I had given her—our wedding ring
, also my parents' wedding ring. The gold band symbolized their past love, while the pearl and diamond
were the testament to our present union. This ring not only signified our vows but also represented my and my father
's love for Bai Liyuan. Bai Liyuan wore this ring wherever she went, proving that she would never forget
these two men, the two most important men in her life.
At that moment, I had no more doubts. I stepped forward, lifted her spread, white legs, and pulled her already unbuttoned pants down
to her crotch. My hot, erect penis found its target like a guided missile. Before I could continue...
Those smooth, soft, white hands had already grasped me, and Bai Liyuan eagerly guided my massive penis to
her already incredibly wet lips.
"Ah..." With a pleasurable moan, I thrust
my large penis, covered in Bai Liyuan's saliva, inside. Because she had already teased me so thoroughly, the insertion was very smooth
. I continuously pushed the shaft, breaking through the layers of tight folds of flesh, until the large glans touched
the smooth, plump flesh of her flower core.
Next, I began to thrust my hips rhythmically, pumping my massive penis in and out. Each
time, the large penis deeply embedded itself in Bai Liyuan's full flower core, squeezing and flattening the folds of flesh inside her vaginal canal. When
the penis was withdrawn, those folds of flesh were scraped by the swollen shaft, bringing out a large amount of
nectar secreted by her flower core, which flowed down our joined genitals.
Bai Liyuan swayed her voluptuous, slender waist, thrusting her plump, white peach-like vulva to meet my massive penis. Her
full, round, white buttocks sat on the tombstone, the two mounds of flesh drooping under her weight, rippling with
each thrust of my strong thighs. As our intercourse grew more intense, the
dark chrysanthemum-patterned gauze skirt she wore, which had been lifted up, gradually loosened.
At one point, when I thrust my massive penis deep into her full, tender flower core, squeezing the large glans into her warm,
slippery flower chamber, Bai Liyuan involuntarily convulsed. Her long, white legs kicked aimlessly
, and the long, dark chrysanthemum-patterned gauze skirt slipped down, cascading down from her plump, white buttocks with a "whoosh
. "
The long, thin gauze skirt, like a half-open umbrella, obscured the entire white marble tombstone. Delicate
, graceful ink chrysanthemums were embroidered on the hazy fabric. Beneath this misty, rain-like veil, Gao
Song smiled憨憨地 in his black-and-white portrait, silently observing everything unfolding before him.
In the mountains after the rain, the air was unexpectedly fresh and pleasant. Birds circled overhead, poised to take flight,
eyeing the cemetery below, where food lay hidden among the weeds. Following the birds' gaze downwards,
only the back of a man as tall and imposing as a mountain peak could be seen. His long, dark blue overcoat reached near his calves,
completely obscuring the view behind him.
A pair of plump, slender arms were wrapped around the man's thick neck, which was exposed outside his trench coat. The long, slender, jade-like
fingers were intertwined, the tightly clenched knuckles revealing the woman's intense immersion in the moment.
The long fingertips, painted with burgundy nail polish, and the large pearl and diamond ring on her ring finger
stood out strikingly against the man's dark gray trench coat and thick black hair.
Around the man's waist, a long, slender, jade-like leg was wrapped around his waist. The calf, sculpted like white jade, was
long and straight, plump and well-proportioned without an ounce of excess fat. The foot wore an 11-centimeter stiletto heeled silver
openwork mesh ankle boot, and several delicate white toes, painted with burgundy nail polish, peeked out from the small fish-mouth opening.
Judging from the taut shape of the toes, the woman with the long, white legs was currently experiencing a violent surge of energy.
But looking at the couple from the side reveals a completely different scene. The man's chiseled features are cold and imposing, while
the woman's jade-like face is voluptuous and elegant. Both have high, straight noses, making them seem almost
related, which is why they have to tilt their heads to kiss. From the corners of their mouths, one can frequently see
the silhouettes of two long tongues of different colors intertwining, exchanging saliva without restraint, as if they want
to absorb each other completely. Their passionate and lingering love is truly enviable.
One of the woman's jade-like legs is wrapped around the man's waist, while the other is on the ground for balance. That long, straight,
white leg, as if carved from mutton-fat jade, is taut and straight like a cone, tucked into 11-centimeter stiletto heels with silver openwork mesh ankle boots
, resembling a perfectly preserved cedar tree from the side. Because the hem of her
dark chrysanthemum-patterned lace skirt was lifted, her nearly naked crotch was fully visible. Her creamy
white vulva was prominently displayed, with a thong made of several thin silver straps tied
to it. As the thick, arm-like penis thrust in and out, the purely decorative thong was pulled
and deeply embedded in her full, rosy lips.
"Ah…husband…I'm going crazy…what do I do…"
the woman moaned lasciviously. Her long, slender, white fingers gripped the man
's neck tightly, the tips of her long, wine-red nail polish almost digging into his thick neck flesh. Only in
this way could she maintain her balance and try to spread her alluring legs wide, revealing her
seductive, wet vulva for the man to manipulate.
My breathing suddenly quickened as I stared, unable to tear myself away from the beautiful woman before me.
Her rock-like buttocks seemed to be powered by a motor, moving rapidly. Bai Liyuan's voluptuous, snow-white body
thrust and manipulated my large penis with abandon. Our genitals were joined together seamlessly, and "squelch...squelch..."
sounds of pleasure echoed from our point of union.
I was aroused, pressing my entire body almost completely against Bai Liyuan's. My hands
slipped under her long, black chrysanthemum lace dress, grasping her large, plump, white breasts through her thin bra held up by a few thin straps.
I vigorously shook, rubbed, and kneaded them, causing her white, melon-shaped breasts to twist
and deform, forming layers of snow-white waves.
In the overwhelming pleasure, Bai Liyuan trembled—the enormous, hard penis pressed against
the tender flesh at the tip of her vulva, sending a sudden, unprecedented tingling sensation through her body. Her vaginal
canal tightened rapidly due to this sudden tingling, firmly enveloping the invading penis. This made her, who had already
adapted to the thick penis, feel its immense size again, almost as if it would tear her body apart.
"Ah…" Bai Liyuan then let out a slightly trembling scream. I had suddenly
pulled the large penis out of the walls of her vaginal canal and then violently thrust it back in. My sudden, forceful
thrusting caught Bai Liyuan completely off guard. With each impact and penetration of my body, her fair and voluptuous body…
She convulsed, uttering lewd and disordered moans.
"Mmm...you bad boy...husband...go slower!" Bai Liyuan clung tightly to her lover's neck,
enduring wave after wave of thrusts from his massive penis
. This feeling of being penetrated was a different kind of enjoyment from the initial, gradual sensation of his penis entering
. In the moments of being penetrated inch by inch, she could savor the taste of physical union. But during this wave of penetration
, she had no time to savor it, only able to passively accept it, yet this brought her an unreasonable pleasure!
No matter how much Bai Liyuan pleaded, I only focused on thrusting my hips, scraping my massive penis against the tight, fleshy
walls of her vaginal canal, ruthlessly pushing deep into her full, juicy core, roughly stirring her tender, slippery flower chamber.
Bai Liyuan trembled wildly, her soul seemingly dissipating, powerless to resist as I manipulated and thrust into her. However,
from my increasingly heavy breathing, it wasn't hard to sense that I was also experiencing wave after wave of pleasure.
"Ah... fuck me to death... oh oh... it's hitting the spot..." Completely disoriented from the penetration, Bai Yuan had
forgotten all shame and decency, forgetting her status and position. She could no longer recall her original reserve and dignity
, and lewd words she had never uttered before began to emerge.
Apart from my father and me, probably no one would believe that this usually soft-spoken,
gentle-spoken, and even incapable of arguing, dignified noblewoman could utter such vulgarities from her cherry-like mouth. Once
that barrier was breached, Bai Liyuan seemed to have ripped off a veil that had been covering her face. She became increasingly unrestrained.
No longer content to be squeezed against the tombstone and fucked, she tightly embraced my thick neck,
clamping my waist with her smooth, white legs, twisting and grinding her plump, white buttocks to meet the thrusts of my massive penis.
Hearing her son's vulgar words and words of praise, Bai Liyuan experienced an unprecedented thrill. Her two
large, white buttocks eagerly responded to the manipulation of the large penis. She opened her almond-shaped eyes, which were full of flowing light, and looked lovingly
at her son's face, which was as hard and cold as marble. The thought of being manipulated by this man who was both her husband and son
made the unique thrill, mixed with incest and adultery, even more exhilarating. She continued to twist her buttocks, her
sexy little mouth slightly open, her fragrant lips teasing each other.
Bai Liyuan gazed at the tall man manipulating her with hazy, seductive eyes, an uncontrollable pleasure
welling up from the depths of her heart. She was no longer a naive young girl; nearing forty, she had been with more than one man,
and even with this young man before her, they had countless encounters. They
had indulged in carnal pleasure in various places—bedrooms, balconies, cars, swimming pools, and the countryside. But this time was
different. In this desolate, deserted cemetery, she sat beneath her late husband's tombstone, her long,
bare, smooth legs parted to receive the penis of this man who was both her son and husband, allowing him to thrust and pluck within her honeyed flower path
. This unique and complex sensation was more intoxicating than she had imagined.
It was all predestined. Heaven had given her such beauty and figure, allowing her to possess
what other women dreamed of, while also arranging for her a life of hardship and displacement. She had experienced
the pain of losing her loved one, endured the ravages and abuse of a lecherous man, and gained
a passion and love that ordinary people could never feel.
Now, she possessed the most perfect man in the world. He was both strong and gentle, both
domineering and meticulous, both decisive and thoughtful—he could fulfill every woman's fantasy.
This man gave her unprecedented love and security, and an unimaginably rich sexual experience,
satisfying her body and soul like never before.
Most precious of all, this perfect man was her own son, the
baby she had carried for ten months. He had not only avenged his father but also brought happiness to his mother
. What could be more exciting than this?
Thinking of this, Bai Liyuan felt an overwhelming joy and peace, which
mingled with the intense pleasure emanating from her lower body, spreading like a sweet and warm current throughout her body, penetrating every
cell, making her body and soul tremble.
Her plump, white body convulsed violently, her two long, alabaster-like legs arching upwards,
coiling tightly around the man's waist like two large white snakes. Then, her full, rounded abdomen heaved, and
a large amount of clear fluid mixed with white semen gushed from her peach-like vulva, dripping onto the white marble tomb and slowly
flowing into the soil mixed with yellow wine.
A wisp of thin white smoke rose slowly from beside the tomb, filling the air with a
sweet, cloying scent, like orchids and musk mixed with the aroma of wine.
After the rain in the empty mountains, the weather became clear and moist. The row of pine trees on the top of Qinglin Mountain appeared
even greener than usual, and on the branches of one large pine tree was a bird's nest made of weeds and twigs. Inside the nest were two hungry
goldfinches, their bodies covered in dark brown down except for a touch of yellowish-green at the tips of their wings, making them
inconspicuous among the pine branches. The baby goldfinches, only two or three months old, huddled together like two fluffy balls
for warmth. They were clearly hungry, constantly shaking their little heads and looking around as if searching
for something.
In the distance came the sound of wings flapping in the air. An adult female goldfinch landed above the nest. She
was slender and graceful, with brightly colored plumage, and two or three times the size of her chicks. When she landed on the branch, she shook off a dozen
raindrops, sprinkling them on the heads of the chicks below. The chicks simply shook their heads to shake off the raindrops, then
eagerly opened their beaks and cried out to their mother.
The mother goldfinch looked lovingly at her chicks. She opened her sharp beak and spat out the insect she had caught not long ago. The two
tiny beaks eagerly pecked at it, fighting and scrambling, quickly dividing
and eating the insect. Then they raised their heads and called to their mother. The mother goldfinch calmly spat out
the insect from her throat again, watching her chicks nervously and happily fight and swallow until her mouth was empty. Then the mother
goldfinch flapped her wings and flew away again, embarking on her hunting journey once more.
The pine forest and the weeds in the cemetery below provided a rich food source for the goldfinches. However, these
chicks had large appetites, and the hardworking mother goldfinch had to make several trips
to feed them. During this time, she barely ate anything herself, only eating after her chicks were full.
After the two chicks had eaten their fill, they curled up and fell asleep. The mother goldfinch stretched out her wings to cover them,
preening her feathers with her sharp beak.
With each peck, her emerald-yellow feathers became smoother. One
yellow feather got caught on a branch, and although the mother goldfinch was reluctant, she had no choice but to peck it off.
The detached feather drifted down from the pine tree, floating and drifting until it reached
the ground. Looking down from the angle of the feather, the scenery below became increasingly clear.
Below the row of pine trees lay the back of the hill in the cemetery. Rows of bluestone tombstones were faintly visible
among the weeds. Only below where the feather had fallen, the weeds had been cleared quite clean, revealing a white marble tomb
. The tall tombstone stood prominently on the ground. Several offerings of drunken chicken and smoked fish were placed before the tombstone,
but they were all cold and lifeless.
A gentle breeze swept by, causing the yellow feather to somersault in the air, making it even more agile. After circling a few times
, it drew closer to the ground, taking in everything below.
A strong, mountain-like male body stood before the tombstone. The man's black shirt was
soaked with sweat, revealing the outline of his solid, muscular frame. He stood with his legs spread wide, his knees
slightly bent to lower his long legs encased in his trousers. Judging from the depth of his shoes sinking into
the mud, he had been in this position for some time. His trousers and underwear were pulled down
, wetting just below his two rock-hard buttocks. Thick hair grew from the base of his thighs,
swaying with the violent movements of his hips.
Beneath his legs, on the smooth, flat white marble tombstone, lay a dark blue trench coat.
The soft, comfortable checkered lining kept the kneeling, slender, fair-skinned woman from touching the cold stone
. The woman knelt with her buttocks back, kneeling on the ground. Half of her voluptuous, long body was wrapped in a dark chrysanthemum
-patterned light lace dress. From her slender shoulders to her beautiful shoulder blades, and even her slightly full waist,
everything was covered by black lace fabric, while her entire smooth, white lower body was exposed to the air. Her
long, alabaster-white legs knelt straight on her trench coat, her jade-like feet, clad in 11-centimeter stiletto heels and silver openwork mesh
ankle boots, touched the ground only to the toes. Her delicate white toes, painted with burgundy nail polish, were slightly arched,
as if enduring some kind of pleasurable yet painful stimulation.
The woman's body was folded like the letter Z, her plump, breathtakingly beautiful white buttocks
arched high into the air, the creamy, smooth flesh rippling with each thrust from the man behind her, creating
dazzling white waves. A thin silver thong was tied around her full, smooth waist. Two thin silver straps
met above her large, white buttocks, one extending from her plump, smooth abdomen to her smooth, hairless vulva
, deeply embedded in her swollen, bright red labia. The two full, plump labia were covered in
clear nectar, and as the thin straps of the thong swayed, the tender red
flesh inside the vulva, like a clam, held a thick, ambiguous white fluid.
However, although the vulva bore obvious signs of being ravaged by a man's penis, there was no
sign of penetration. But if you turned your gaze upwards, the answer would be clear. Right above the vulva
, a thick, fleshy penis, as thick as a child's arm, was steadily and powerfully thrusting in and out, and its entry and exit point
was none other than the woman's anus.
The woman, in terms of both figure and skin, was a rare beauty, so one would expect her anus
to be meticulously maintained. However, the anus before one's eyes was unrecognizable
, for the man's penis was far too large and long. When that enormous thing entered, the entire
anus was stretched open by the thick shaft, and the delicate pink rings on the bud spread out, making
one worry that the tender skin might be torn and bleed. And when the massive penis withdrew,
the tender flesh inside the anus was scraped away, causing the two long, white legs, stretched over the trench coat, to
tremble inexplicably, as if the pain from the man's thrusting was unbearable.
The yellow feather finally landed, settling precisely on the kneeling woman's wine-red hair bun.
As her delicate body trembled involuntarily, the feather drifted back a short distance before settling into a
butterfly-shaped pure gold hair clip adorning her teardrop-shaped bun, like a natural embellishment added to her dignified and noble hairstyle
—perfectly natural and harmonious.
Although we had been having sex in this quiet cemetery for over two hours, my large penis remained as strong and powerful as an
iron rod, while Bai Liyuan beneath me showed signs of being ravaged. Both her
vaginas, including her mouth, were filled with my thick semen; only her rarely used anus remained capable of fighting. Since that
night of the white wedding, when I personally deflowered her, this uniquely flavorful, narrow passage
had been idle for some time. After all, Bai Liyuan had too many delicacies to savor, and she was unwilling
to miss a single drop of my fluids.
So, when I reinserted my large penis into her anus, it took considerable effort to reopen the
restored anal canal. Her virgin anus blossomed anew under the thrust of my massive penis. Of course, Bai Liyuan
also suffered. Each thrust of my large penis was like
stirring an iron rod in her tender anal flesh, but this pain was mixed with an indescribable pleasure—
the feeling of being conquered, of a woman's entire being being possessed by a man. Combined with the natural enveloping effect of the sphincter muscles in her anus, it created a
deadly stimulation that penetrated to the bone, causing her whole body to tremble and spasm, and her mouth to emit cloying moans, sometimes tight, sometimes slow.
As I rapidly thrust my massive penis in and out of her already wet chrysanthemum bud, I
caressed and kneaded her plump, white buttocks, occasionally patting them lightly with my palm, each touch
sending ripples of alluring white flesh through her. With each movement, her voluptuous, slender body
trembled, her ample breasts, encased in dark chrysanthemum lace, heaving and swaying,
creating dazzling waves of flesh that occasionally bumped against the white marble tombstone in front of her—a truly
seductive sight.
Her chrysanthemum bud, neglected for some time, tightly gripped my enormous member. Its diameter
was much narrower than her vaginal opening. The tight, dense sphincter muscles within her anus tightly bound and constricted my constantly moving shaft.
Under my continued manipulation, her tense body gradually relaxed, and her anus became less stiff than before
. The intestinal cavity became soft, slippery, and warm, like water gently enveloping my inserted shaft
.
After I released her, the flesh on Bai Liyuan's buttocks snapped back and clenched tightly, making her buttocks cleft even
deeper. As my enormous member thrust in and out of her anus, the rear half was
gripped and rubbed by her full buttocks. After being thrust into for a while, her tight anus secreted
some fluid, just like before, making it slippery.
Bai Liyuan was repeatedly thrown forward by the impacts, her voluptuous, slender body swaying violently as she lay on her trench coat
, moaning incessantly, "Ah...husband...you're killing Yuanyuan..."
Looking up from the ground, the sight of the thick, arm-like penis thrusting in and out of her narrow, delicate anus was dazzling
. Below the junction of the large shaft and the anus, her white peach-like vulva, clad in a silver thong, bulged rhythmically
. The swollen, bright red labia parted and closed intermittently, a few drops of thick, white fluid
flying out in a parabolic arc with each violent thrust of the massive shaft above, landing precisely on the white marble tombstone, completely
covering the lower half of the character "Song," giving the solemn tombstone a somewhat lewd appearance.
The insertion and thrusting of the large shaft into her anus, along with the intense stimulation and pleasure from the caresses, caused Bai Liyuan's
entire body to tremble uncontrollably. Watching her body tremble violently beneath me, I increased
the frequency of my thrusts. Sometimes, it was so intense that when my massive member slipped out of her anus, it brought out a ring of bright red anal flesh,
only to be quickly pulled back inside by my inserted penis. This repeated thrusting sent
chills through Bai Liyuan's body, like a malaria-like illness. Each time the hot, thick penis, along with the anal flesh, was thrust into her anus, she couldn't help but moan with a sob
, "Ah...husband...I can't take it...it hurts so much...ah..."
"Yuanyuan...husband will make you feel like you're flying..." I also breathed heavily and began to thrust deeper into Bai Liyuan
's anus.
Although it couldn't compare to the natural moisture of a honeypot, the intestinal fluid secreted by the anus made up for it.
The thrusting of that huge penis didn't slow down at all; my rhythm and speed became more and more intense and reckless. Every
time I thrust my big penis all the way in, the muscles of my thighs would slam against her plump, white buttocks, causing the smooth, white flesh
to shake and make a "slap slap" sound.
Bai Liyuan also began to twist her buttocks up and down beneath me, welcoming
the thrusting of my big penis into her anus, crying out repeatedly, "Husband...ah...I'm going to be fucked to death by you...ah...
it hurts so much...ah..."
Her wine-red, curly hair, styled into a bun, swayed in the air, the pure gold butterfly hair clip attached to it
dancing as if it came alive. The two bright silver triangular obsidian earrings hanging from her white jade earlobes trembled incessantly, just
like her constantly trembling, plump, slender jade body. But she still held her head high, her bright eyes
filled with bewilderment, yet she stared intently at the black-and-white portrait above the white marble tombstone. Her gaze held a mixture of
sorrow, a touch of infatuation, but mostly an undisguised pleasure.
Behind her, the long, thick penis continued its tireless thrusting, each stroke penetrating deep
into her anus. The massive thing seemed to be trying to burst her anus, and its
length was terrifying. Bai Liyuan feared it would pierce her anus; the thought made her stomach
clench and contract. She felt the penis would tear her apart, reaching her
internal organs and churning them into chaos. "This child, really, once he gets going, he can't stop," Bai Liyuan 　　muttered to herself
, biting her wine-red lips . 　　Although she was being forced into such a shameful position, her white buttocks raised like a bitch in heat, 　　allowing the man's large penis to thrust in and out of her anus, enduring wave after wave of manipulation from behind, her 　　heart was filled with immense joy. The man she was having intercourse with was not only tall 　　and strong with a long, thick penis, but he was also her own son, whom she had carried for ten months. 　　The large, stimulating penis churning inside her anus, a penis that both pleased and annoyed her, was none other than her own offspring. 　　Bai Liyuan's journey regarding this incestuous intercourse with her son was a long one, from initial resistance to passive acceptance, and finally to complete 　　acknowledgment and entrusting her body and soul to him. This process involved both 　　psychological transformation and physiological harmony, ultimately leading to a natural fusion of the two, becoming an 　　inseparable whole. Since wearing that pearl and diamond ring that embodied the love between father and son, Bai Liyuan had 　　considered herself the woman of her son, and placed all her happiness for the rest of her life on him. She 　　loved this man, who was her son by blood, but in name and in reality, her husband. 　　This man gave her the security she had always lacked, the life of a submissive woman 　　she had always longed for, and inexhaustible joy and climax. All these things combined—what woman 　　wouldn't be infatuated? Besides, this man was so handsome and extraordinary. 　　Thinking of this, Bai Liyuan couldn't help but smile sweetly. Her eyes shone brightly as she gazed at the portrait before her, 　　looking at her ex-husband's kind and gentle face, and she silently murmured in her heart:

"Husband, don't worry. Our son is very good to me. He's grown so tall and strong now, he can
protect me. You don't need to worry, from now on, no one can bully me anymore."
"Husband, don't worry. I was a member of the Gao family before, and I will be a member of the Gao family in the future. My body is only for
the men of the Gao family, I won't let any other man touch it. Our son looks a lot like you, he makes me very happy, just like you gave me
."
...
"Ah...husband...I'm almost...I...I can't take it anymore...ah..." Bai Liyuan's
desire was like a flood breaking through a dam, waves of pleasure spreading through every nerve in her body, she couldn't help but
open her cherry lips and let out a series of soft, seductive moans.
During my intense thrusting, with her final scream, her anus and chrysanthemum
contracted violently simultaneously. A tremendous grip emanated from my massive member inserted into her anus; the sphincter muscles of the anal canal
spasmed in waves, the convulsions even more intense and powerful than those in her vagina. Even my hips, pressed against her large, white buttocks,
sensitively felt the intense spasms.
I roared, thrusting my hips forward with all my might, plunging my entire penis into her tight, fleshy anus. My
thick, arm-like shaft mercilessly flattened and smoothed the sphincter muscles within the anal wall. I felt the large, swollen glans
pressing against a piece of plump, slippery flesh, and then, with a release of urges, I uncontrollably began ejaculating
the last of my semen.
"Ah, husband... I'm going crazy... crazy... I'm dying... I'm dying... Ah..." Bai Liyuan
let out a long, trembling cry. She frantically shook her wine-red hair, which was styled in a bun. The black
lace butterfly danced in a dazzling arc, and the bright silver triangular obsidian earrings on her earlobes jingled crisply
.
Her plump, slender lower body trembled and spasmed violently like a large white snake. Her two long, alabaster-white legs
stretched out desperately, and her jade feet, wearing 11-centimeter stiletto heels and silver openwork mesh ankle boots, kicked and pounded,
creating two shallow holes in the neat bushes below. Finally, her two long, white legs suddenly tensed up, and
the several delicate white toes painted with wine-red nail polish inside the peep-toe shoes tightened inward as if unable to bear it, and then quickly
stretched out again, as if something had slipped away from her body in that instant.
My ejaculation this time wasn't very long, because I'd already ejaculated twice before, but the feeling this time was
more profound and exhilarating than before. It felt as if all the fluid in my body was
rushing out through my glans like a tap that had been turned on, washing over Bai Liyuan's anus with my body heat and love.
The force of my ejaculation was so great that the white flesh between Bai Liyuan's pink anus and her smooth, white abdomen swelled and writhed in waves,
as if it were being filled with boiling water. Even after I pulled out my obviously limp penis, panting heavily, her
pink anus was still opening and closing like a carp's mouth, constantly bubbling thick white semen like a hot spring.
Bai Liyuan remained squatting in the same position, only her plump, white buttocks, raised even
higher, now
emptied completely between the two fleshy, white lips of her anus, which had been filled with the enormous penis. However, the ravaged anus was not so easily healed; the delicate pink markings had inevitably
widened, and a ring of bright red flesh protruded from the deep anus.
Within these tender, red anal muscles was a thick, white fluid, which continued to slowly drip downwards.
She lay there like a black and white dolphin, her voluptuous lower body, sculpted like a piece of white jade,
exposed from the abdomen down. Her beautiful oval face was flushed, and her captivating
eyes were closed, her long, fan-like eyelashes trembling slightly. She parted her cherry
lips, painted with wine-red lipstick, and kissed deeply the black-and-white portrait on the white marble tombstone. Her expression and posture were extremely
focused, as if she were already intoxicated by kissing the man in the portrait.
Sometime later, a turquoise feather had slipped from her hair bun, and with
the movement of her 11-centimeter stiletto heels in silver openwork mesh ankle boots, it was stepped into the grass that had formed a crescent-shaped hole,
mingling with the lush green grass, swaying gently in the mountain breeze.
Dusk fell, and swallows returned to their nests.
The light outside the window gradually dimmed. Old Sun turned off the television he had watched all afternoon, dragged his not-so-nimble
legs into the kitchen, and began to wash rice, chop vegetables, and prepare dinner. When the rice cooker began to emit its first wisp of smoke
, Old Sun put lard into the pot to melt. Just as he was about to get the washed green peppers, he looked up and saw
the scenery outside the window.
Two figures descended the flagstone path leading to the cemetery. Old Sun remembered that only
two visitors had come all day, and their SUV was still parked at the gate. Old Sun
was confident in his judgment; there wouldn't be many visitors this time of year, and with the morning's light rain,
the wet mountain path was even less frequented.
Once the oil in the pan was sizzling, Old Sun poured in the shredded green peppers. He
stirred them a few times with a spatula, then couldn't help but look out the window again. This time, his eyes were glued to the view.
The two figures descending the mountain were indeed the earlier visitors. The tall man was still wearing his dark blue trench coat;
his chiseled features remained sharp and imposing, though his hair was slightly disheveled, perhaps from the mountain wind.
The noblewoman arm in arm with him was still stunningly beautiful. Her clothes, both dignified and provocative, were
impeccably styled, but the large sunglasses she had worn were gone, revealing a pair of captivating, alluring eyes. Her slender,
willow-leaf eyebrows and bright red lipstick were breathtaking. However
, her cherry-like lips seemed even redder than before they came up the mountain, as if she had just touched up her makeup.
When they first entered, the woman's intimate behavior with the man had left a deep
impression on Old Sun, but now she seemed even bolder and more unrestrained than before. She was practically
glued to the man, her long, plump, white arms, encased in black lace, tightly embracing his.
Beneath her white fox fur shawl, her ample breasts pressed against him, swaying with every movement of her hands and feet.
Trembling, Old Sun took a deep breath, his eyes glued to the
pair of breasts.
As they drew closer, Old Sun noticed something amiss, especially with the sophisticated and beautiful
noblewoman. She usually walked with a composed and steady gait, her high heels and dignified demeanor making her movements appear
graceful. But this time, descending the mountain, her steps were much slower, as if she were walking on spikes.
With each step, her jade-like feet, encased in 11-centimeter stiletto heels and silver openwork mesh ankle boots,
trembled slightly. Through the umbrella-like hem of her dark chrysanthemum-patterned skirt, her long, alabaster-white legs could be seen
trembling, as if an unbearable pain was spreading through her feet.
When they turned a corner at the doorway, Old Sun could only see the backs of the couple, but the noblewoman's
plump, slender figure was even more alluring from behind. The pure gold butterfly hair clip adorning her meticulously styled wine-red bun
, along with the bright silver triangular obsidian earrings dangling from her white jade earlobes, swayed rhythmically. Complementing
this was her slender, voluptuous waist, and below, beneath her dark chrysanthemum-patterned gauze skirt, her large, full, white buttocks. Although separated
by a hazy veil, Old Sun had a feeling that the woman
was wearing nothing at all beneath her skirt, and indeed, it was so. Beneath the veil, her entire lower body, sculpted like white jade, was only clad in
a thin silver thong. However, Old Sun still noticed something:
between the woman's two long, smooth, bare, white jade legs, something seemed to be trapped, unable to close properly. Even her
steps were somewhat unsteady, but he would never know the answer.
Even with difficulty walking, the noblewoman still swayed gracefully, her two plump,
white buttocks trembling rhythmically, creating waves of sensation in the twilight.
Old Sun felt his heart pounding in unison with the rhythm of her buttocks,
and he even felt short of breath. If he knew that the noblewoman's mouth, vulva,
and anus were filled with the thick, white semen ejaculated by the man, and that beneath her umbrella-shaped black gauze skirt, a white fluid was slowly flowing from the inside of her
long, alabaster-white legs, Old Sun estimated that his
blood would boil and he would bleed from all seven orifices on the spot.
The man opened the car door, picked up the noblewoman, and gently placed her on the passenger seat. Old
Sun heard a series of clear, sweet laughs; the two seemed to be exchanging words. The wealthy woman pursed her wine-red
lips and kissed the man on the cheek. Then, her two long,
white legs, encased in 11-centimeter stiletto heels with silver openwork mesh ankle boots, flashed before him before she gracefully slipped into the car, the door closing immediately behind her.
A hissing sound and the smell of burning food reached his nostrils, snapping Old Sun
out of his reverie. He frantically turned off the stove and quickly retrieved the burnt green peppers, but his mind was far from the ruined dinner.
The SUV roared away into the distance, but Old Sun's manhood remained erect
, the image of that voluptuous and alluring woman lingering in his imagination.

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