Revised version of "Lotus Pond Moonlight" [Full Version]

These past few days, I've been feeling restless. Tonight, sitting in a restaurant drinking, I suddenly thought of the hair salon I pass by every day. In this deserted night, there must be a few new girls there. The moon gradually rose higher, and the figures of the cops on the street outside the wall were no longer visible; my drinking buddy hailed a taxi and got in, half-asleep, to go home. I quietly turned the corner and walked along the path.

Along the sidewalk was a winding riverside path. Several hair salons lined the street; quite busy during the day, but somewhat deserted at night. In front of the hair salons, many trees grew, lush and verdant. Through the lamplight, I could see the windows, vaguely reflecting some fleshy colors. No?a href=http://www.687bo.com target=_blank class=infotextkey>sexual deer and badger, enduring the sights, the smells of perfume, the sounds of laughter from within.
I was alone on the road, head down. Occasionally, I would glance at the neon-lit windowpanes, vaguely hearing laughter from inside. I love liveliness, and I also love calm; I love group sex, and I also love one-on-one. Like tonight, alone under this dappled light, I can think of anything, do anything, and feel like a wanton person. The lovemaking I must do at home, the moaning in bed, all can now be skipped. This is the beauty of one-on-one sex; I'll just enjoy this boundless aroma of flesh and blood.

The winding hair salon was filled with the scent of perfume. The young woman was very tall, revealing slender, thin legs. Underneath her short skirt, she wore barely any underwear, so small it barely covered her labia; the dark hairs along the edges, like blades of grass on a riverbank, seemed to struggle to peek out. Touching them released a faint, musky scent, like a distant, ethereal song from a high building (dizzy). At that moment, her body seemed to tremble slightly; she sucked on her nipple and instantly reached inside her underwear. Her labia, which were usually tightly closed, now seemed to open and close with a trembling motion. A trickle of vaginal fluid flowed from her labia, wetting their color, while her clitoris appeared even more swollen.

The vaginal fluid, like flowing water, quietly cascaded over her labia and anus. Light pubic hair clung to her thighs. Her labia and anus looked as if they had been washed with milk; like a dream veiled in light gauze. Although there was no penetration, I could already see the tender flesh inside, glistening with a thin layer of fluid. I wondered what it tasted like; but I thought this was just right—deep penetration was essential, but shallow penetration also had its own unique flavor. Her panties had been pulled down at some point, revealing pubic hair growing high, casting jagged, mottled shadows, sharp and rugged like small grasses; her curved, willow-leaf-like labia minora resembled a small mouth. The labia weren't evenly colored, but they were wet and glossy, clearly the kind of "famous vagina" described on the forum.

Inside the woman's vagina, there were many folds and creases, revealing a lot of tender flesh. This flesh heavily surrounded a penis; only during thrusting did a ring of pink flesh and a trickle of white fluid flow from the crevices be brought out. The pubic hair was a pale color, initially resembling a wisp of smoke; but the fullness of the clitoris could still be discerned even through this "smoke." With each thrust, the clitoris peeks out, occasionally revealing a few shaved pubic hairs, listless and sticky with vaginal fluid. The most lively sounds are the in-and-out glans and the slapping noises; but the noise belongs to them, I have nothing.

Suddenly, I think of my wife. She's from Jiangnan, and it seems she was sexually active quite early, and we were most passionate during university; I can roughly tell from the color of her labia.

Then I recall the lines from the song "West Island Ballad": "

Fuck and thrust, inseparable from the glans; a few strokes of the glans, and the labia flow with vaginal fluid."

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