My days of making love with the female police chief

Summer arrived suddenly, and the changing of the seasons became increasingly indistinct in this city, as if it were always a cycle from winter to summer and back again. As usual, after receiving An Liming's call, Shen Guozhong quickly opened the car door, started the engine, fastened his seatbelt, and the car sped off. He opened all the windows, even the sunroof, and listening to the stereo inside in the strong wind, he had the illusion that all his worries had vanished. Soon he had driven the new Toyota Jeep to the location she had specified. He didn't drive into the parking lot, but parked it on the side of the road near the hotel. The morning air still carried the scent of beer and perfume from the previous night. The boys and handsome men on the street, dressed like twins, walked hurriedly. Beautiful women, like cartoon dolls, occasionally walked by, leaving a trail of perfume. They were the ideal prey of the privileged class, and sometimes they would become the hunters themselves. A pink cloud drifted from the hotel revolving door to the gleaming granite steps, and the sky seemed to brighten suddenly. An Liming hurried over; she didn't look like a woman past her mid-forties at all. She wore white trousers, tight but not constricting around her high, swaying buttocks, while her upper body was clad in a floral, tight-fitting, sleeveless blouse that barely covered her navel and didn't even cover her hips. Her full breasts made the blouse look incredibly thin, and the two buttons at the chest seemed to be straining against her breasts, as if they might snap at any moment. She opened the car door and sat in the back seat, casually saying, "The bureau." Shen Guozhong glanced at her casually, noticing her flushed face and freshly combed hair, the mousse still wet, the comb marks neat and tidy. They cruised through the bustling city in the speeding car, passing every street lined with sycamore leaves, every elegant and charming café and restaurant, and every modern building so magnificent it took their breath away. An Liming, the female director of the Public Security Bureau, slumped in the leather seat in the back, looking exhausted. Indeed, she had barely slept a few hours last night, and hadn't even gone home. An Liming opened her eyes like a water lily blooming in a pond, staring at the shirtless man tightly entwined around her, and whispered from deep in her throat, "What time is it?" Looking out from the uncurtained window on the hotel's rooftop, a white band on the horizon gradually widened, the reddish, swollen area in the center a sign that the sun was about to rise. "It's almost dawn," the man murmured, placing a hand on the bushy pubic hair between her legs. An Liming swayed her hips restlessly. "No, you're still not satisfied. How many times do you need to be satisfied?" she muttered, but soon she couldn't resist the man's teasing fingers. Her two plump labia parted, and she could feel the wetness of the juices seeping from them. Although she said "no," her body wrapped around the man, one thigh wrapped around his waist, and her crotch spread open even more to allow his fingers to caress her. The pale sky was just right for making love in the early morning. There was an unusual tranquility in the room. On the large, comfortable bed, two nearly naked bodies were curled up and intertwined. The man lifted the snow-white sheets, and the light streaming in through the window made her undulating, fair upper body even more clearly visible. She did have a full, rounded chest, the shape of her breasts perfectly flowing towards her palm, lively, romantic, and displaying the allure of ripe fruit under the pull of gravity. After confirming that her thick, full labia were fully moist, the man supported her waist with one hand, while his other hand guided his erect penis slowly into her from the side. An Liming no longer resisted; on the contrary, she actively responded, gently parting her legs to fully absorb his large member. The man lay on her right side, and with each thrust and withdrawal, her breasts would rise and fall slightly. This repeated motion, the man gently holding her close, licking her earlobe with his tongue, one hand around her neck continuing to roam over her breasts, her full nipples slowly hardening in his attentive palm. His other hand rested on her labia, his fingers lightly teasing the clitoris peeking out. His stimulation gradually drove her mad, a feeling of reaching a dead end; An Liming, her desire burning fiercely, was no longer satisfied with this tender, gentle thrusting. She nimbly rolled over like a monkey and straddled the man, seemingly forgetting that the sun was about to rise and the sky was about to brighten, and began to actively writhe her body. The man seemed initially surprised and flustered, but was quickly aroused by a heightened desire. He seemed to hear her body rubbing against the subtle air currents, then making soft, muffled "plop plop plop" sounds. Her light abandon and heavy slams continued endlessly. Finally, as the sun rose, painting the distant horizon red, An Liming whispered, "I can't take it anymore." Then she arched her upper body and cried out, "Give it to me!" The man hesitated for a moment, but immediately realized she wanted him to reach the peak with him. He pressed his lower abdomen against her, trying harder to push. His swollen and longer penis horrified her senses, and she involuntarily shouted, "Hurry, give it to me..." With this cry, all the mucous membranes clung tightly to the man's penis, and he finally ejaculated, releasing all that he had been trying so hard to hold back. An Liming let out a scream like someone on the verge of death, reaching orgasm in slight, rapid spasms. It was a satisfied cry, as if draining a man of his essence, a triumphant shout after defeating a man who had repeatedly resisted. Both reached their climax at the same time as sunrise. The windowpane, which had just begun to lighten when they started making love, was now illuminated by the dazzling red dawn, its brightness amplified. The only things that knew of the storm of passion in bed were the dim lamp beside the pillow and the vase of alluring roses. In contrast to the rising sun, the man, having exhausted all his energy, lay on the bed like a piece of driftwood. Outside the window, a new day seemed to have begun, but in the top-floor room, all was silent, without a sound. Only the man's leg, lying on his side, lightly touched her knee, feeling the warmth of their bodies and the flow of blood between them. "Want some wine?" the man said to her with a faint, melancholic, and charming smile. An Liming nodded childlike. He struggled to get out of bed, naked, and walked to the gleaming wine cabinet, taking out a bottle of French red wine and pouring it into two stemmed glasses. She lay sprawled in the middle of the bed, completely naked, like a jade sculpture against the thick, soft headboard. Only a corner of a red blanket was pulled over her thighs, covering her crotch. Unexpectedly, when she was completely naked before a man, her womanly dignity and the imposing presence of a police chief facing her subordinates returned flawlessly to her face. He walked over, a wine glass in his hand. "Don't forget to take Lao Dao's things," he said, making conversation, handing her the glass. She nodded. "I'll have Xiao Shen come get it." She drank, coughed a few times, and he patted her back, kissing her on the corner of her mouth. "How's my situation?" Liu Xuan, her subordinate police station chief, asked. Xiao Anli was about ten years old.Dom, being the most professional, had the advantage of age, which allowed him to speak without reservation. "Okay, two section chiefs, one in charge of public security and one in charge of administration, you can choose." She glanced at him and said, "As for who will replace you, that's up to me." He slowly raised his head, wanting to say something more to her, but saw her staring at him silently for a while, then turning her head to pick up the nightgown from the bedside table and slowly putting it on. Gradually, like closing a door, her naked whiteness disappeared before his eyes. Shen Guozhong escorted the director to her office, and as usual, hurriedly brewed ginseng tea for her, then tidied up the files and archives piled haphazardly on the desk. An Liming entered the inner bedroom. Shen Guozhong glanced up and saw a cluster of violets about to bloom in a blue porcelain vase on the windowsill. The tender green leaves were thick and verdant, and a tuft of red stamens on the branches looked like a snake flicking its tongue, peeking out in all directions. The dark green jade-carved leaves showed a layer of dust in the sunlight. Shen Guozhong picked up the watering can to get some water from the bathroom when he suddenly glimpsed An Liming changing clothes through the half-open bedroom door. She was naked in front of him, pulling down her underwear, her back curving gracefully, her slender waist and rounded hips undulating, every inch of her body alive. He froze, struggling to close his eyes, but deep within, in some hidden, unspeakable place in his bones, a yearning arose that urged him to open them. He was both worried and excited by this sliver of courage. A mixture of fear and longing, like a thief's trepidation and desire to steal. He stood there blankly in the middle of the office. Shen Guozhong, who had just turned twenty-six, had never heard of or seen before: the crimson silk panties in An Liming's hands, so narrow they were barely a palm's width in front and back, hung by the bedside like a pair of burning red eyes staring unblinkingly at him. And her fully erect breasts, like a pair of angry, white rabbit heads raised high, stood motionless amidst a white cloud, silent and indifferent. Shen Guozhong wasn't the kind of man who could remain unmoved by such temptation. His throat parched, he picked up the freshly brewed ginseng tea on the table and gulped it down. He could feel a broad, hot current flowing down his throat, surprisingly slowly, his heart pounding in the hot tea. His manhood was suspiciously growing wildly, bulging like a tent. He quickly sat down in the chair before she came out. An Liming, dressed in a dark gray summer outfit, slowly emerged from the bedroom. A rosy glow slowly rose on her face, illuminating the office adorned with lush green plants outside the window. Shen Guozhong, still holding the showerhead, recalled An Liming's delicate skin, his own face paling. An Liming gave completely different impressions in her police uniform and sweater. In a sweater, she appeared cute and endearing, more like a alluring mature woman. In her police uniform, she exuded a reserved yet composed air, which suited the surroundings better, a captivating allure hidden beneath her imposing presence. She was over forty, possessing a beauty akin to a flower in its final, vibrant bloom. Shen Guozhong's heart suddenly swelled, suffocating him. He heard the cicadas chirping in the trees outside, their summer calls sounding like tinnitus. He stared out the window, and in the reflection of the closed glass, he saw a figure, his blood boiling violently, surging forth like a bursting floodgate. “Go downstairs and wait for Liu Xuan. He has something to bring.” An Liming said, searching for a notebook and pen on her desk. “I have a meeting on the fifth floor.” Shen Guozhong readily agreed, even a little smug. In the hallway, colleagues from other departments greeted him with smiles, some casting curious glances at the tall, thin newcomer. He straightened his clothes and tidied his hair in front of the gleaming stainless steel elevator door. Shen Guozhong hadn’t been driving for the female director for long, yet he had gained her trust so quickly, which even he found unbelievable. Every colleague here carried the sense of superiority that comes with being a policeman, a sense of superiority that constantly irritated sensitive and proud young men like Shen Guozhong, making him both love and hate it. Every day when he put on his police uniform, he thought about what remarkable thing he could do that day, imagining himself one day rising like a dazzling firework in the sky above. This had almost become his life's ideal. A black Crown slowly drove in like a dragon and stopped in front of the office building. Shen Guozhong was sticking out his buttocks, tidying up the floor mats in the car.G felt something gently bumping against him from behind, and jumped up in fright, waving his hand to shake it off. He then realized it was Liu Xuan dusting it off with his briefcase. He slapped his backside loudly to cover his embarrassment. Liu Xuan took off his sunglasses, pointed to the car, and said, "Don't waste your energy. Sometimes washing the car too clean isn't good." Shen Guozhong wiped his hands with a cloth, looking puzzled, and asked, "What do you mean, brother?" Liu Xuan squeezed an inconspicuous pimple on the side of his nose in the rearview mirror and said slowly, "If it's too shiny, doesn't it make you seem aloof? Sometimes, you have to get some dirt on it so people know we often travel in the countryside." "Brother, you're right, you're right," Shen Guozhong said, suddenly realizing. Liu Xuan then whispered mysteriously in his ear, "Brother, work hard. Director An has prepared an apartment for you in the development that Lao Dao is building. Come and see it with me sometime." "I didn't know that. Thank you, brother," Shen Guozhong almost shouted. Liu Xuan took a plastic bag from his car and handed it to him, then smiled and told him to have a drink sometime before getting into the black car. Shen Guozhong's eyes followed the car until it was far away, and he remained standing there, lost in thought, with an indescribable air about him. As they passed the conference room, An Liming's speech was still going on. Her powerful and infectious voice rang out: "I'm a very humane person. If you treat me well, I'll repay you tenfold." Shen Guozhong felt a warmth in his heart. Indeed, a department head had once given her 30,000 yuan in a tea canister, and An Liming had instructed him to return it the next day, saying, "He really has his difficulties; his grandfather is in the hospital, and his family isn't doing well either." An Liming never directly accepted gifts; even if she wanted something, she usually did it through someone she considered trustworthy. Without even opening the plastic bag, Shen Guozhong knew it contained banknotes, nearly two hundred thousand yuan. As usual, he always kept the cash in a safe hidden in the wardrobe in An Liming's bedroom, then followed An Liming's instructions to store it or use it for other purposes. Before Shen Guozhong even opened the wardrobe, he saw the clothes scattered messily on the floor. The red silk underwear with a few straps lay on the bed like a blooming flower, and he felt an incredible excitement. He bent down and picked up the underwear. He saw a patch of congealed white stain in the crotch area. Shen Guozhong seemed to hear his own heartbeat, the sound of blood flowing. He rubbed his hand against the soft fabric, suddenly realizing that his manhood was throbbing excitedly. His right hand held the stack of banknotes wrapped in newspaper, while his left hand quietly slipped inside his pants. The thing looked very erect and frighteningly large. He pulled it out and held it in his palm, feeling it throbbing vigorously. In the bright morning light, he opened his eyes wide. A throbbing penis loomed in the warm air, its bluish-gray head resembling a drop of semen dangling from an icicle. He wiped the head with his red silk underwear; the thin fabric, like a tongue, tingled and licked his smooth penis, sending a wave of pleasure through his body. Enclosed by the two pieces of red silk, he felt as if under a spell, his movements rapid and unstoppable. Shen Guozhong's hands had entered a beautiful, red world of carnal desire. The paper package in his right hand fell off, the bundle of banknotes landing on the carpet, a few loose bills scattered. His swollen veins pressed against his dark penis, moving rapidly. He closed his eyes, awaiting the most primal pleasure, awaiting a climax that would send forth countless sperm. A sudden orgasm surged from his lower abdomen, spreading throughout his body. Shen Guozhong let out a long sigh, satisfying himself with a passion that even he found slightly nauseating. He was released from his spasms, the white stains on the crimson cloth now stained with freshly added milky semen. He knelt down to pick up the banknotes scattered on the floor, noticing white stains on the pink ones as well—the most authentic scent of his body. On the coffee table was a celadon plate of phoenix tail flowers, vibrant red, their feathery spikes exuding fragrance, as if answering the question in his heart: just this once, it won't bloom a second time. Shen Guozhong, of course, was unaware that during this time, An Liming had observed him countless times, whether in the office or at the dinner table. She didn't know that when he was washing his car downstairs, she had gazed at him for a long time through the office window, because the dense grapevines and impenetrable branches blocked her view and forced her to go to the bedroom, or even the bathroom, to pull him closer and magnify him through the gaps in the grape leaves. Looking closely at the sweat on his forehead was like a jeweler examining a diamond or agate under a magnifying glass; looking at the veins on his rolled-up sleeves, the rhythmic throbbing of his waist, and the taut buttocks bulging in his trousers was like admiring a piece of fine, bluish-purple jade. Shen Guozhong was someone An Liming had personally chosen. At that time, the bureau recruited a group of people from the sports academy to form a basketball team, and she immediately took a liking to him. She had him drive for her and do errands for her. An Liming, who was usually cautious in her dealings, was unaware that he had so easily captivated her. Her attraction to Shen Guozhong stemmed partly from a woman's vanity—his tall and handsome appearance—and partly from her growing aversion to her current lover, Liu Xuan. She gradually discovered that Liu Xuan was not only a master at making money but also had a particularly complicated background. His demands on her became increasingly unreasonable, and his ambition swelled with the deepening of their relationship. Not only did he want to move to the bureau himself, but he also wanted his cronies to fill the vacant position; he was practically acting like the bureau chief. An Liming felt she could no longer tolerate it, especially since it had all happened to her subordinate and her lover. She felt she had been fooled and wanted to reclaim this humiliated relationship. Shen Guozhong, however, remained completely oblivious, like a locust tree by the roadside, unable to smell the fragrance of a peony confined in a garden. As usual, upon returning home, An Liming would first take a shower, while her husband, Lao Chen, busied himself cooking. Their child was now in high school and boarding at school. Their life was simple and straightforward, like the clock on the wall, repeating the same monotonous, mechanical routine every day. Their home was lavishly decorated, just as An Liming's position was the result of her painstaking efforts and scheming, a hard-won achievement from a rural girl in the north, the hardships and bitterness of which no one else could know. The kitchen and bathroom were connected, and the sound of running water came from under the door. Old Chen glanced up and, through the slightly ajar door, saw his wife's naked, voluptuous, and smooth body. A few drops of water slid down her loose hair to her chest, glistening like beads, sliding slowly down her deep cleavage, as if reluctant to leave, finally settling into her navel, like a budding flower, lingering there, forming a clear little pond. His gaze became hazy. He stared at his wife in the bathroom, somewhat dazed, as if she weren't the woman he knew so well, not his wife. She was bending down to put on a pair of lace panties, which made her legs appear even longer and more alluring. He watched her put on a pink nightgown, a thin, embroidered robe. Her skin was so fair; the contrast of pink and white against the tattered embroidery created a fleeting, alluring effect. He burst open the bathroom door, slipped a hand inside her robe, and covered An Liming's full breasts beneath the open fabric. An Liming was drying her wet hair in front of the mirror. She flinched, trying to avoid him, splashing water on his face and body. Annoyed, he thought, "This is my wife. Why am I pacing around her like this?" He used force, his arm quickly twisting, his hand eagerly slipping inside her panties, touching the pubic area on her inner thigh. "Stop touching me like that, it's annoying," she said rudely in the mirror. “Annoying, me?” he stammered, somewhat incoherently. “Yes, you’re annoying, I hate you.” She pulled his hand out of his underwear and flung it away, sending his hand flying and hitting the wall. Although he had repeatedly told himself and swore he would never get angry, he was now furious, practically enraged. “What, don’t I have the right?” “Who are you trying to scare? What do you want?” She glared at him with unusually calm eyes, his proud, thin lips pressed tightly together, two tired wrinkles running deep from the corners of his mouth down his jawline. “Fine, if you want it, I’ll give it to you, as long as you have the ability.” An Liming said as she moved, taking off her lace panties and tossing them aside. Bare-chested, she walked to the sofa in the living room, spread her legs, and lay down. Old Chen hurriedly pulled off his pants as well, then pounced on his wife, his face truly resembling that of a rapist. Between An Liming's freshly washed thighs, the pubic hair, shaped like a melon stalk, was glossy and shiny. Her two labia were thick and full, and when Old Chen gently pried them apart with his fingers, a pinkish patch glistened inside, with some juice seeping out. Old Chen's other hand guided the man's penis, pushing it towards the plump labia, but he couldn't get it in no matter how he tried. Only when An Liming squeezed and guided it with her hand did he finally manage to insert it into her warm, moist vagina. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, and that penis...The thing had only been inserted halfway when Old Chen suddenly felt a surge of excitement. He tightly gripped his wife's arm, his hips thrusting rapidly a few times before he groaned and ejaculated repeatedly. The man's vigorous thrusts were like fish thrashing in a muddy pond—superficial and fleeting. An Liming's pent-up desire, just aroused, dissipated completely at his quick ejaculation. She opened her eyes; their faces were very close, one above the other, glaring at each other. Large beads of sweat glistened on his face; he was horrified by his own impotence, the sweat streaming down his dark cheeks. On the coffee table sat a vase, its small blue trumpet-shaped vase drooping languidly, ninqulu.It seemed as if dom, striving to be the most professional website, was waiting for someone to offer comfort. The room was dark; just past six, the last rays of the setting sun lingered by the window, casting An Liming's snow-white legs in the dim light. Her heart ached. When she saw his stubborn lips turn white, his eyes gleaming with a cold, glassy light, the way they stared forward was so terrifying that she couldn't help but cover them with her soft hand. She could feel his eyelashes fluttering rapidly in her palm, and she felt a string of icy tears roll from her hand into the crook of her arm. He shook off her hand, dragging his heavy steps, staggering back to the bedroom. She followed him in and saw him sitting hunched over on the bed, his hands cradling his head. He understood the contents of his wife's eyes; they seemed to be filled not only with forgiveness but also with a mixture of pity and regret. An Liming knew in her heart that they had indeed weathered many storms together over the years. He had exhausted his masculine vigor; every time they were in bed, he would collapse onto her almost immediately, groaning as if he were seriously ill, leaving her feeling utterly bored. At first, she didn't care much about his impotence, as she was focused on her work and thought her husband was just temporarily exhausted and would recover after a while. But later, she was horrified to discover that despite their numerous sexual encounters, her husband showed no sign of regaining his virility. So, she secretly examined her husband's semen repeatedly and carefully. At first glance, everything seemed normal. Now she couldn't hold back any longer. She consulted a urologist and gave him many aphrodisiac and kidney-tonifying drugs, but nothing worked. Thus, although An Liming didn't say anything, her occasional expressions clearly told him, "My happiness in this life is over." Then Liu Xuan appeared, a subordinate with a rugged face, slightly dark skin, a broad jaw, and a resolute chin. This handsome, dashing young talent, who had achieved remarkable success in their field, naturally attracted a woman like An Liming, full of romantic fantasies, despite their ten-year age difference and despite An Liming's beauty. From the beginning, he had premeditated, or at least had ulterior motives, but An Liming didn't realize it at the time. She was studying out of town then, and when Liu Xuan visited her with a large pile of gifts, he easily captivated her in the private room during their first dinner. From that moment on, An Liming's desire was uncontrollable; she was like a lock that had been waiting for a long time, finally finding the key to unlock it with this man. She used her power to satisfy his demands time and time again, and she used her connections to do things for him that she didn't want to do. She was always amazed by Liu Xuan's sensual charm, which deeply piqued her interest. Every time they were in bed, Liu Xuan could completely captivate her, leaving her utterly mesmerized. For this ecstatic feeling, she willingly allowed herself to be charmed, pampered, and even blackmailed. Just when she naively believed that love was like the shimmering surface of a lake, sparkling with dazzling light, every glimmer, even the splash of a drop of water, containing tenderness and sweetness, she keenly sensed that sometimes beneath this beautiful surface, there surged undercurrents and whirlpools capable of destroying everything. An Liming wasn't stupid; having reached her current position, she certainly wasn't stupid. A woman her age was neither serenely calm nor excessively sentimental. Shen Guozhong also had a room opposite the bureau chief's office. He usually spent half a day quietly reading at his desk, drinking tea. He was oblivious to the other people coming and going in the corridor, but his ears were always perked up, listening to the sounds coming from across the hall. Whenever An Liming came out, he would look up, enjoying observing her subtle expressions and every movement. An Liming seemed to know that this tall, handsome man, like the boy next door, was observing her. In fact, she quite enjoyed his watchful gaze, like a mouse cautiously peeking out of its hole—it was very stimulating. She could already feel the burning desire of the young man. That day, near the end of the workday, Shen Guozhong received a typhoon warning. He took the city's phone records into the bureau chief's office and saw An Liming sitting comfortably in a leather chair behind her large desk, making a phone call. She was elegant and beautiful, her long, slender legs crossed in the center of the large desk, her cream-colored high heels pointing at the newcomer, exuding an air of arrogant arrogance. She kept talking incessantly, fiddling with the telephone cord in her hand, the round cord wrapped around her wrist like a little snake. Shen Guozhong placed the notice in front of her, then strolled to the windowsill to wait. Another potted plant on the windowsill had bloomed, a small, bright red flower, quietly opening. The upstairs was gradually plunging into darkness, the lights of other buildings in the distance flickering like starlight against the black curtain. Shen Guozhong threw himself onto the windowsill, letting the wind blow against him for a while. Feeling tired, he buried his face in his arms. His childlike demeanor evoked a maternal reaction in An Liming. She wanted to kiss the back of his hair, to kiss his thoughtful face. Just seeing him like that now gave her a soft, warm feeling that welled up in her heart. Her heart was warm, but her hands and feet were cold, and she shivered. This cold, reversed flow of joy convulsed throughout her body, sometimes strong, sometimes weak. The figure was clearly visible in the dim light: tall, broad-shouldered, with a slender waist and a round, firm bottom—all the features she had noticed before. An Liming hesitated for a moment, then strolled towards him. Unexpectedly, Shen Guozhong, with his unusually sharp senses, noticed someone behind him and abruptly turned around. This was far from An Liming's original expectation; she felt as if she had stumbled backward several steps, feeling dizzy. "Looks like I won't be able to go home tonight," An Liming muttered, as if to herself, yet also to him. A faint light shone in from the window, illuminating the potted plant, making the branches and buds seem to stretch out. The light flickered on and off. Nothing happened that night. There were no sirens of police cars, fire trucks, or ambulances, no emergency calls, no typhoon, not even a fly bothered her. Only a heavy rain began to fall, a torrential downpour that blanketed the entire city, turning the streets and alleys into rivers of all sizes. Shen Guozhong had barely lain down when the phone rang. No one answered for a long time. He rushed out, but then heard some noises coming from the office. Afraid of bumping into her in the dark, he decided to go back inside. An Liming came out of the bedroom, but seemed to have trouble finding the phone in her haste. Shen Guozhong, standing outside the door, switched on the light switch. Under the light, he was stunned. She had just gotten out of bed, wearing only a thin nightgown, unbuttoned, her chest exposed. Shen Guozhong stood there, deeply shaken, a sudden surge of excitement welling up inside him. She picked up the receiver with one hand, while the other hand tightly clutched her nightgown, also unbuttoned. In truth, nothing could be seen underneath. Shen Guozhong couldn't help but feel flustered. She stood there, her hair disheveled and swept to one side, her eyelashes drooping. In her haste to come out, she had kicked off one of her slippers, and her bare foot was resting on the instep of the other. The call had already ended; it must have been a wrong number. An Liming, unsteady on her feet, slumped into a chair, her hand still on the phone. Shen Guozhong, his hand on the doorknob, indicated he wouldn't talk much, and nodded and smiled at her, saying, "I thought something serious had happened." "Nothing, it just disconnected," she replied casually, one foot peeking out from under her pajamas, blindly searching for her shoe. Shen Guozhong watched as the gleaming white foot frantically searched, still unable to find it. He couldn't bear to watch any longer and stepped forward to pick it up for her, but she had already stepped inside. Shen Guozhong felt embarrassed again, and for no apparent reason, asked somewhat awkwardly, "Is this bothering you again, making it hard to sleep?" An Liming chuckled, "I can't sleep anyway." With that, she turned on a lamp on her desk, the light illuminating her face; he had never seen her so serene. Shen Guozhong leaned against the window, his face turned to the dark rain and mist outside. The deafening roar of the pouring rain filled the quiet room. The leaves, like tail-like grasses, trembled in the breeze, their slender black silhouettes scattered and broken. He could almost hear a string of tiny, incoherent notes, like the bells of a horse-drawn carriage under the eaves. Shen Guozhong paced back and forth with his hands in his pockets, watching her for a long time. His eyes flickered with a fire, but she was engrossed in flipping through the files. Annoyed, Shen Guozhong moved closer and helped her turn the files, intentionally disturbing her, but she ignored him. Shen Guozhong was both angry and afraid. He reached out from behind the chair and embraced her, turning her face towards him. An Liming skillfully turned her face away, as if she had been prepared all along. They kissed. Shen Guozhong forcefully pressed her down onto the desk, a series of loud crashes as the folders on the desk rolled to the floor. Shen Guozhong held her tightly in his arms and kissed her deeply, his kiss burning hot as he pecked at her cheek. In that instant, An Liming felt as if she were standing on the edge of a beautiful, deep pool.A slight tremor ran through her, yet her heart fluttered with a mix of emotions. Gazing at Shen Guozhong in the soft lamplight, her eyes held a mesmerizing power. He was so close; she could hear his breath, smell his scent, and see the vibrant colors of his skin. She stared blankly for a long time, then suddenly lowered her head. He reached out and touched her shoulder, and she pressed her forehead against his chest. Shen Guozhong felt her trembling violently, her teeth chattering. He gently shook her, but she continued to shake fiercely, making it difficult for him to hold her. In a flash, Shen Guozhong grabbed her, almost like a robber, and dragged her swiftly onto the bed in the bedroom. An Liming's mind went blank. If she had any remaining control, she should have pushed him off the bed, but she was neither cautious nor did she want to be. She stared wide-eyed as he stripped off his clothes, piece by piece. She noticed the air in the vast room was a bluish-gray, spacious and silent, filled with an unfamiliar scent. It was dark, the lights off. She lay there, motionless, her body like a car on a highway, the summer wind whipping against her cheeks. They kissed, their kisses slow and lingering. An Liming felt that even a kiss before sex could be so pleasurable, and the desire that followed grew even more alluring. His bare upper body, taut and bronzed, clung passionately and intimately to her white skin. Her delicate fingers traced his chest, and his full, firm breasts pressed even closer to hers, her body contracting in waves. Shen Guozhong teased her nipples with his warm, moist tongue, then slowly moved downwards. The curly hairs on her lower abdomen resembled rays of sunlight, and a cool sensation mingled with his warm tongue, almost making her faint. Streams of fluid seeped from deep within her womb. An Liming could no longer endure such gentle teasing. Her hands frantically groped for his lower abdomen, finally managing to grasp the man's belt. Unbuttoning it was a struggle, but she eventually pulled down his zipper, revealing his erect member. The magnificent, erect thing darted about like an eagle, poised to swoop down and prey, its firmness giving her a hard, full, even heavy feeling. Sometime during the night, Shen Guozhong had already pulled down his pants and underwear. An Liming's legs were loosely wrapped around his waist, her crotch swaying restlessly as if burned. When her buttocks pressed against his body, she saw his youthful waist tremble. He entered her; the large, round glans had barely touched her labia when his soft waist sank in, and he thrust sharply inside. The frighteningly large penis made her feel a slight throbbing pain. "No, no!" she screamed in panic. He showed no mercy, relentlessly pushing his penis deep inside. An Liming sighed, now completely and utterly devouring the man's member. The pain quickly turned into ecstasy, and she couldn't help but open her eyes, looking at him with a mixture of love and hate. A brief silence followed, then An Liming's hands, like black feathers, reached out from both sides and gripped his neck. Shen Guozhong was indeed deeply inside her at this moment, but once captured by her soft folds, they were so tight, her labia slippery and swollen like jellyfish. Whether he moved forward or backward, he had to obtain her obedience and cooperation. Shen Guozhong's large hand lifted her full buttocks with one hand and placed the other on her slender waist. He tried to move his hips, but her legs wrapped around him even more tightly, and she slowly arched her upper body upward, suspending herself in the air and pressing against Shen Guozhong. He could only lower his waist and gently place her down. After repeating this several times, she seemed to gradually adapt to his thrusting, laying herself flat on the bed. Shen Guozhong felt that thrusting was much smoother, and suddenly increased the speed and began to move violently. An Liming felt a long, heavy surge of emotion within her chest, like the resounding beat of drums. She heard increasingly intense moans, like a storm raging. Her mind went blank, and the oppressive darkness pressed down on her. Shen Guozhong's violent thrusts were like a fully-powered chariot, rumbling and grinding in with a brutal impact. Their bodies writhed and twisted, like a pretzel, frantically intertwining and squeezing. Her labia, dripping with lustful fluids, quickly soaked the surrounding pubic hair. At this moment, An Liming was no longer the hesitant, trembling woman she had been before. Instead, she had become a fiery bird of passion. Just by looking at her uninhibited, greedy, and energetic posture, it was clear that the roles of man and woman had been reversed. She arched her back to receive his thrusts, her two plump, pink legs kicking like drums. She groaned, a loud, frantic groan that eventually became completely uncontrollable, uttering only isolated notes intermittently. Shen Guozhong, too, breathed heavily, his voice churning like a raging torrent, creating a deafening, earth-shattering sound. She clutched her plump buttocks, thrusting against him while wailing, her disheveled hair steaming like a blazing fire. Like a wronged child crying, she didn't know how to stop, forced to continue screaming even at the top of her lungs, laboriously saying, "No, no, don't do this." Concentrating solely on overcoming the surging desire, she kept saying, "No, no!" Completely forgetting her earlier embarrassment at being unable to move under his pressure, she relentlessly pursued the limits of pleasure. The rain pounded down, like hammering on one's head, making the world seem adrift and uncertain. After a while, her hair became increasingly disheveled, and the expression on her face, hidden by her hair, looked increasingly tense, as if she was about to cry. Shen Guozhong thought that she was probably close to climaxing, as they said. A woman like her, who was initially reserved and meticulous in her actions, once liberated from all constraints, knowing pleasure and excitement, and then becoming as unrestrained as a mature woman, ultimately indulging deeply in the world of erotic love, that was her process of physical depravity, and also the appearance of her body after its latent instincts were restored. For Shen Guozhong, nothing was more stimulating or moving than witnessing this transformation.

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