Sinking into the Sea of Desire: A Wife-Swapping Victim's Confession - Chapter 479 Passion in Bed 4

They charged into battle, spear in hand. The valley was already damp, and the horses' hooves were strong, making it seem like they were in an empty field. They easily galloped through the dark forest and reached the deep valley. Perhaps it was the emptiness in her body, or perhaps it was the sudden, abrupt intrusion, but the wife opened her small mouth, arched her back, and let out a muffled groan. But she quickly pursed her lips and revealed a relieved expression.
We'd already exhausted our patience and had no interest in playing around. From the moment we made contact, it was a real battle. She held me tightly, opened her arms wide, and assumed a fighting stance. Naturally, I wasn't going to back down, so I spurred my horse and galloped away.
The steed swiftly crossed the edge of the dense forest, heading straight for the depths of the secluded valley. The valley was perpetually shrouded in darkness, the air damp, and the deeper they went, the more humid it became. Soon, a stream flowed out from the valley, and the steed swam upstream, its hooves pounding the water, splashing water and kicking up mud and grass.
The horses galloped wildly, the earth trembled, as if beating war drums. She frowned, enduring it all, but soon found herself unconsciously singing along with the drums, humming softly. Each time a key point was mentioned, she would purse her lips and shake her head, her hands tightly gripping my back, her fingers rubbing and sliding on it.
I propped myself up with my hands, no longer pressing down on her. I wanted to witness everything that was happening, to see her reaction, her response. Realizing my actions, she blushed slightly and reached out to pull me down. I seized the opportunity to grab her hand, holding her still, and said, "We're an old married couple, what's there to be shy about?"
Her words only made her already flushed face turn even redder, like a ripe, juicy cherry under the light. She wanted to speak, but couldn't refute them; she wanted to escape, but had nowhere to run.
I looked down and could clearly see the streams of clear water splashed up with each hoofbeat of the horse, and the contractions of her valley as it trembled. Despite her reluctance, her body responded uncontrollably, arching her back to meet her thrusts, which only fueled her shame and indignation; she closed her eyes as if she couldn't bear to face anyone.
Her reaction, however, gave me pleasure. I wanted to see her like that, but I wanted even more to see her, driven by desire, making those unwilling yet irresistible natural bodily reactions. Facing the wildly beating mountains, I climbed up and reached out to grasp one tightly.
For some reason, the desires within me not only failed to be released or controlled, but instead spread like wildfire, growing ever stronger and wider. I became even more wild, relentless, and indignant. The steed, spurred on by the whip, galloped swiftly.
Her whole body was limp, yet she bore the brunt of all the force. Unable to resist, she swayed and rocked with the force. The sound of horses' hooves clattering on the stone slabs echoed through the arena.
Her hair was disheveled, sticking to the corners of her mouth and face, her expressions constantly shifting—sometimes pain and discomfort, sometimes pleasure and joy. She released her hands from me, grabbing the blanket as if trying to steady herself and lessen the impact. But this was useless; instead, it made her push back even harder, as if she were actively fighting me.
As the waves rippled and crashed, the sounds from that small mouth constantly shifted, sometimes a low whimper, sometimes a startled cry as if struck hard, and sometimes a sob as if in pain. The various sounds mingled together, creating a harmonious, lewd chorus.
Men find pleasure, enjoyment, and excitement in these choruses and these ever-changing expressions. Undoubtedly, this greatly stimulated me. I lost all interest in playing around, lifted those long, snow-white legs onto my shoulders, held them tightly, and thrust my hips forward with all my might.
She was instantly left helpless, only able to cling to the blanket to keep herself afloat, but that was clearly useless. In this outburst, she became a small flower in a raging storm, helplessly accepting the devastation.
Horse hooves pounded through the mud and crushed the stone slabs, galloping through the valley. Only the lingering sound of the wind proved they had just passed. The legs of the bed began to creak, and the majestic mountain peaks seemed to be enduring an earthquake of magnitude eight, tumbling back and forth, left and right, up and down.
She wanted to release the surging pleasure within her by making a sound, but her small mouth was open and no sound came out. She tried to shrink back and arch her body to escape, but was ultimately overwhelmed by the force of each impact.
The stream gradually deepened, submerging the horse's knees, making its gallop much more difficult, but it still struggled on. Its body was hot, especially the areas rubbing against each other, but strangely, despite galloping so hard for so long, it didn't feel that impending storm. Lately, it seemed to be coming slower and slower. A question lingered in its mind: could it really be that the kidney-tonifying foods she'd been cooking recently were having an effect?
Although her mind was wandering, her body didn't stop. I was fine, but she seemed to be reaching her limit, her legs clamping tightly around my neck, her body almost hanging on me.
"Are we almost there?" I asked through gritted teeth.
She opened her eyes and looked at me, opened her mouth slightly, but quickly swallowed her words, letting out a gasp instead. Although she didn't say anything, I understood, and I whipped her even harder, the war drum instantly turning into firecrackers, crackling and popping in a series of sounds. She kept screaming and shrieking, her hands clenching tightly, tearing at the blankets, her head constantly turning this way and that.
The horse galloped into the heart of the secluded valley, trampling the protective barrier. The valley became extremely unstable, shaking and shrinking. The stream grew deeper and deeper, submerging the horse's belly, forcing it to wade across.
Soon, the valley contracted violently, and floodwaters rushed out from the pass, seemingly trying to destroy everything in the way and sweep the steed that had wandered into the forbidden area out of the valley.
Even when submerged time and again, the horse would rise from the water again and again; even when swept backward, it would struggle forward. Perhaps this was a test. After the flood, the valley would slowly settle and fall silent. As long as one perseveres through the test, one will see that magnificent paradise.
She closed her eyes tightly, gripping the blanket tightly with both hands, as if savoring or reminiscing. Her lips were slightly pursed, her eyelashes trembled, and she seemed to have entered a beautiful world, where she could wander, twirl, and play.
To increase her pleasure, I continued to move forward, but now, after struggling in the flood, the horse was exhausted and could only stroll and admire the scenery in the valley.
After a long while, her tense body gradually relaxed, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes, like autumn water, shimmered and sparkled, making her exceptionally beautiful. I smiled and asked, "How was it?"
"You're absolutely gorgeous." She smiled sweetly and couldn't help but hug me and kiss me.
Is this a reward? Perhaps. But I'm a little annoyed. I've used up all my strength, so I lay down on my side, hugged one of her long, snow-white legs, and did a solo performance that I learned from movies.
However, she had just been there, and the pleasure hadn't faded yet, so I could only revert to the playful, teasing style I used to have, stopping short of full penetration each time, just rubbing the edge without going completely in. So I kept testing, igniting the flames, testing the limits of her pleasure, trying to set the fire burning within her.
Some women reach their goal more easily through intense passion. This time, I don't want a dramatic, rapid rise; I just want to reach it little by little and savor the pleasures along the way.
After a few minutes of tentative exploration and soothing, she gradually succumbed again, becoming intoxicated. She began to actively caress my body, kneading and rubbing against me, subtly making advances. But I didn't want to repeat the solo leap I'd made earlier; this time, I maintained a strategy of attacking without penetrating, surrounding without annihilating.
Before long, she couldn't take it anymore. To my surprise, she pushed me down and climbed on top of me, a sight that astonished me. Before I could even marvel, she immediately put all her strength into it, bracing herself against my chest and rapidly twisting her slender waist.
I was feeling quite tired, so I was enjoying myself. I was below her, watching her with amusement, my hands roaming over her body, kneading and massaging her. Perhaps realizing how aggressive I was, she seemed a little embarrassed by my gaze. She turned her head away from me, but her movements didn't stop at all; instead, the speed and force of her rotations, thrusts, and lowering became faster and faster.
Men can make women unbearable, and women can make men unbearable. Soon I was bent over, complaining, "Be gentle, it's about to break."
She seemed not to hear me, continuing as before, like riding a horse or kneading dough. Her long hair danced in the air, her breasts soared, and although it hurt a little, it was mostly pleasurable! I tensed my waist, unsure whether it was to retaliate or to seek greater pleasure, and kept thrusting upwards.
She was instantly like someone on a trampoline, rising and falling rapidly, her whole body shaking even more violently, a truly spectacular sight. At first, she could still control herself, but now she couldn't. Waves of pleasure washed over her, making her lose control and scream in terror.

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