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My Husband and I's Life Record
My Husband and I's Life Record

My Husband and I's Life Record (1)
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(I)

As dawn breaks, the bustling metropolis begins to come alive again, unfolding a colorful new day. "
Boom boom ..." The first train of the subway has just entered Diamond Hill Station in Kowloon. The deep sound comes from underground and
wakes Shiwei up. She sits up wearily, her eyes still sleepy. She has not slept well all night and has been tossing and turning
in a half-dream, half-awake state. Any small sound or vibration will wake her up suddenly. For some reason, I've had this inexplicable feeling of unease these past two days, like the suffocating, listless feeling
before a storm , making me feel uncomfortable all over. But I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong . I glanced at my husband, Gang Sheng, fast asleep beside me. Afraid of waking him, I quietly got up and went to the bathroom. I tidied my hair in front of the mirror and washed my face with cold water, which made me feel a little more refreshed. 　　As usual, I made breakfast in the kitchen and then went to wake my husband. Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at my husband sleeping like a log, a feeling of pity welled up inside me: his work at the company is really too tiring. Since the company moved its production line to the mainland last year, he's been incredibly busy. Not only does he have to manage the company's orders, but he also has to go back to the Dongguan branch factory two or three days a week to follow up on production. Every time he returns to Hong Kong, he's completely . Last night, he brought home unfinished documents from the company, and by the time he finished typing and editing them, it was already past 3 a.m. Then today he had to deliver the documents to the mainland. No wonder he's so tired after all that work. 　　Seeing him turn over and kick off the blanket, I was worried he'd catch a cold, so I pulled it back up to cover him so he could sleep a little longer. Just as I lifted the thin blanket, I suddenly noticed his legs were sticking out high, his underwear bulging upwards. His face flushed instantly. Of course, I knew what was going on. In the early days of our marriage, this happened almost every morning, but since he had to go back to the mainland for work, it's become much less frequent, and even our intimacy has decreased. Last month, for example, it happened twice. If it weren't for the mortgage, I would have told him to quit this job and find something less demanding, so he wouldn't ruin his health. 　　While my mind was thinking this, my hand couldn't resist the temptation before me, and unconsciously reached out, gently . The hard, erect penis grew even firmer under her caresses, throbbing and transmitting heat to her hands. After only a few strokes, she felt an itch, as if countless ants were crawling inside her; her heart pounded, and her breathing quickened. She simply pulled down his underwear, and a red, swollen penis immediately sprang out, pointing straight to the ceiling. The rounded glans was swollen and bulging, the veins on the shaft standing out, full of vitality, irresistible to the touch. 　　Faced with this beautiful sight, her vagina felt an unbearable itch, and a slippery, lustful fluid eagerly flowed out. Ignoring whether her husband was awake or not, she quickly pulled off her own underwear, assumed , spread her legs, aligned her vulva with the glans, and mounted him. With each inch of penetration, the indescribable feeling of fullness brought indescribable pleasure to her vulva, like a timely rain on parched land. Her swollen , full vagina tightly enveloped his burning penis, merging into one, their contours perfectly aligned. One had to thank the Creator for creating such a wondrous organ, bringing humanity endless pleasure and enjoyment. 　　The mere insertion was already intoxicating; the thrusting only intensified the waves of pleasure. She slowly moved her body, moving up and down, her vagina tingling from the heat of his penis, the ridges of the glans rubbing against her with unparalleled delight. Waves of pleasure washed over her, her juices flowing down the erect shaft to the base, then sticking to her labia and thick pubic hair, leaving both their genitals wet and sticky. 　　In a hazy state, Gang Sheng felt his penis enter a warm, moist hole, the glans feeling incredibly pleasurable . Thinking he was having a wonderful dream, he lay still, afraid to move, quietly savoring the waves of pleasure, lest he wake up and lose the dream, losing all the enjoyment. But gradually, he realized this wasn't a dream; he was truly having sex. He opened his sleepy eyes and saw his wife squatting on top of him, her lower body moving . Her face was flushed and tilted back, her cherry-like mouth slightly open, her tongue licking her lips left and right . Her hands were cupping her pair of pink and white breasts, rubbing and grinding them, her body trembling with excitement as if possessed. 　　Seeing his wife's wanton state, he couldn't help but be infected by it. He lifted her buttocks with both hands and used his waist strength to thrust his penis into her vagina with force, matching her rhythm. For a moment, the bedroom was filled with the symphony of two bodies colliding, "slap," "slap," mixed with the "squeak," "squeak" of overflowing vaginal fluid, as if responding to their concerted efforts. After thrusting like this for a few minutes, he noticed that her movements slowed down, and she seemed a little spoiled. So he simply flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, and lifted her legs high, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Shiwei hadn't enjoyed such pleasure for quite some time, feeling incredibly comfortable. She could only utter broken, monotone sounds like "Ah...ah...ah...ah..." Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, pulling them into a crumpled ball. The moans further stimulated Gangsheng. Seeing his wife so easily conquered beneath him, his heroic feeling fueled his erection, driving him to thrust harder and harder. The room was filled with the scent , and the bed creaked and groaned. It seemed they were both close to reaching climax. 　　Suddenly, "Ring..." a bell rang, startling them from their ecstatic state . It was the alarm clock; it was time to get up. He was used to hearing it every day, but in the heat of the moment, the sudden ringing was jarring. He wanted to take a break, so he reached for the bedside table to turn it off before continuing. But this brief rest caused his previously hard penis to soften, and after a few more thrusts, it slipped out. Shiwei was in the throes of passion and wouldn't . The more anxious Gangsheng became, the less erect his penis would return to its normal state; no matter how hard he stroked it or tried to force it into her vagina, it wouldn't get back to its normal erection.

Come on. Perhaps the morning's heat had subsided, and the fright had only made things worse. He was furious
: sometimes he wanted it to last longer, but it would finish quickly; now he wanted it to ejaculate, but it would
n't. He was at his wit's end.
Shiwei, who had just been aroused to the point of ecstasy, feeling like she was being bitten and gnawed all over, was now stuck in a daze,
itching so badly she was biting her teeth. She was so frustrated with him that she sat up and tried to stroke him with her hand, but it didn't work. He
just n't get hard. Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye. Continuing wouldn't change anything, so he glanced at the alarm clock,
worried he'd miss his train back to the factory if he delayed any longer. He said apologetically, "Honey, I'm so sorry about today. I'm probably
too tired. I'll make it up to you when I get back the day after tomorrow and give you a good time!" She knew this couldn't be forced
, so she pretended nothing was wrong: "Oh, forget it. There's plenty of time. Honey, I love you!"
He kissed her on the lips and replied, "I love you too." He quickly got out of bed, dressed, and without even
eating breakfast, grabbed his briefcase and rushed out the door.
Shiwei tidied the messy bed. With nothing else to do, she wanted to sleep a little longer, but tossing and turning in bed,
she felt a burning heat all over her body, her heart pounding like a deer. The embers of desire burning within her hadn't died down, and the emptiness was even
more unbearable . Last month, my husband and I went to the doctor because we hadn't had a child after two years of marriage. The tests revealed that my husband's
sperm count was too low. They were advised to conserve their sperm count and try to have intercourse only during ovulation, which might increase the chances. They were
also advised that a woman's body temperature is slightly lower than usual and her libido is stronger
during the day or two of ovulation, and to pay attention to this. Thinking about it, today is exactly the middle of my two menstrual cycles. Could it really be ovulation? No wonder I've
been feeling restless and strange these past few days. Sigh! If my husband hadn't been so unresponsive just now, my vagina would be full of semen by now,
and maybe we could have a boy or a girl next year! Lost in thought, I realized that the vaginal fluid I had released earlier had soaked
my pubic hair . Now that it was dry, it felt uncomfortable, so I went to the bathroom, filled a tub with hot water, and planned to take a shower before going to sleep.
The spray of water from the flower onto her vulva felt like a soft massager gently kneading her. She closed her eyes, savoring
this unique and wonderful sensation—comfortable and blissful. While not as ecstatic as actual intercourse, it was better than
nothing. One hand spread her vulva open, while the other held the flower and sprayed it towards her clitoris. The warm water pounded against
her labia and clitoris. The water jet entered her vagina and flowed out, simultaneously stimulating several sensitive areas of her genitals,
causing them to become engorged and hard. Her labia opened wide without her fingers holding them back, and her clitoris peeked out from under her tender skin,
hard and swollen like a red bean, receiving the water's cleansing. The sensation was so tingling that she couldn't help but shiver.
Involuntarily she pressed the flower tightly against her vulva, making the water jet stronger and more direct
at the points of pleasure. Her whole body felt weak, and her limbs trembled uncontrollably. Before long, she lay limply on
the edge of the bathtub, too lazy to even move a finger, letting her body relax and fully savor the waves of pleasure.
Half an hour later, the burning desire seemed to have subsided considerably, so she dried herself off and lay down on the bed, ready
to sleep soundly. For some reason, the emptiness inside remained; her mind kept wandering to real
intercourse, hoping her lower body would be filled to the brim, solid and substantial. That's right, she needed a man, to
insert his penis into her vagina, filling every gap, and then thrusting forcefully until he ejaculated
deep inside her, only then could she completely relieve this unbearable torment. But where could she find a man?
In an instant, a robust figure flashed into his mind: he had bronze skin, a well-
proportioned , strong, muscular chest, a witty and understanding manner, and an inexhaustible energy;
his performance in bed would certainly not disappoint. If only he were lying next to him right now…
Oh dear! How embarrassing! How could I even think of him!
His name was Wenwei, an old classmate of Gangsheng's, a year younger than him. He worked as a
lifeguard . Since it wasn't swimming season yet, he didn't have to work, so he used his spare time to take computer courses.
He had also installed the computer at home, and two evenings a week he would come to teach the couple the basics of computers.
To thank him, she sometimes specially prepared a soup and some side dishes, inviting him to stay for dinner. Wenwei
admired greatly, praising her frequently: "Sister-in-law, you're not only beautiful, but you also manage the household affairs impeccably. If
I were lucky enough to marry a wife as capable as you, I'd be incredibly fortunate.
" Sigh! Why am I thinking so far ahead? You're married now, why would anyone have designs on you? Shiwei
chuckled to herself at her own silly thoughts. Thinking it over, since they were both at home anyway, it wouldn't
hurt for her to come over and chat; it was better than staying cooped up at home. She found his phone and dialed: "Wenwei, this is Shiwei. My computer at home
is broken, could you come over and take a look?" Wenwei, seeing that he had free time and the two families were so familiar, readily
agreed to come right away.
And indeed, just as she finished tidying the living room, the doorbell rang. She opened the door, welcomed him in, and invited him to sit down before
going to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. How strange, the moment her eyes met his, her heart started pounding, like
a child caught doing something wrong; or perhaps it was as if he could read her mind and knew her foolish thoughts.
Wenwei, with the computer on, turned around and said, "Sister-in-law, the computer's fine!" She then realized she'd been
staring at him blankly, unsure how to respond. He had handsome features, his short black hair making
him look exceptionally energetic, his nose perfectly high, his eyes slightly sunken, and his white teeth neatly arranged when he smiled
, complemented by two dimples—he was breathtakingly handsome. Coming to her senses, she quickly made an excuse: "Oh, really?
Maybe I pressed the wrong button, making you come all this way for nothing." He said, "Don't mention it, since you're here, it's good to
check the computer while you're at it."
A moment later, Shiwei brought out a cup of coffee, placed it on the table, and said to him, "Don't worry about the computer yet,
come and have something to drink." He turned around and was utterly dumbfounded. It turned out that she had changed into
another . The garment was as thin as a cicada's wing; looking through it, one could clearly see everything underneath—
it was practically invisible. Under the dim light of the living room lamp, her alluring body was revealed in all its glory. Her exquisite, curvaceous figure
was simply breathtaking: her full breasts, like two large snowballs, were pure white and bounced
up and down . Her two rosy nipples stood erect, pushing the nightgown into two small peaks. Her deep red
areolas were round and even, making the nipples even more enticing. A wasp-like waist accentuated her slender figure.
Her buttocks were so narrow they could be grasped with a finger, while her lower buttocks were plump and alluring, smooth and round to the touch.
But the most captivating feature was her black, inverted triangle of hair, the tender pubic hair jet black and lustrous, neatly arranged. Except for a few stray
strands peeking out through the fabric openings, the rest all pointed uniformly towards
the small crevice . Within this crevice, two small, wrinkled patches of red skin peeked out, suggesting
only a glimpse, hinting at what lay hidden beneath, and conjuring up images
of the alluring peach blossom cave nestled between her bright red labia…
Wenwei secretly swallowed, feeling his penis stirring. He quickly averted his gaze,
afraid to look directly at her, lest he inadvertently reveal something embarrassing and make her laugh. Turning his back to her, he said, “Thank you! Put it on the table
, I’ll drink it later.” He quickly composed himself and focused on the computer. Helplessly, the still waters of spring had been rippled by the breeze,
and his emotions could no longer be contained. His breathing quickened, his hands trembled slightly, and even
simple commands that he could usually type with his eyes closed required several attempts to input correctly. He then said to her, "Sister-in-law, it seems you were just about
to sleep . I won't disturb you! Go to sleep! I'll leave after I'm done checking."
"Oh! You treat me like an outsider?" Shiwei walked over with the cup, and Wenwei quickly stood up
to take it , but unfortunately, they bumped into each other, and the entire cup of coffee spilled onto his pants. She
apologized, "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" while wiping it with a towel. Unexpectedly, the moment her hand touched it,
her face flushed red. She felt something hard and bulging inside her pants, as if it were wriggling and jumping.
A sudden impulse arose within her, and one hand involuntarily rubbed that spot, unwilling to leave.
Wenwei felt incredibly awkward around her. He snatched the towel from her and started drying himself, saying, "Sister-in-law, I can do it
myself . I wouldn't dare trouble you." But she had already reached out to unbuckle his belt, scolding him,
"Take your pants off! They're all wet and mushy; only you could tolerate that." Without another word, she had already
unbuckled , pulled down his pants, and started dragging them down by the waistband. He struggled with her, his face flushed, and said, "
Fine, fine, go get me a pair of Gangsheng pajamas to change into. I'll go to the bathroom to change myself." Seeing his flustered state,
she laughed heartily, "Oh! I've been married for two years. What haven't I seen? Come on, let your sister-in-law take them off for you
. Don't be shy." With a forceful pull, she dragged the pants down to his ankles.
Wenwei was caught off guard, standing there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. Before her stood two muscular
thighs, sandwiched between a pair of white boxer briefs, like
those —narrow enough to barely contain what was supposed to be covered. But now they served no purpose, for
what was meant to be contained had already struggled to break free, only to be held back by the elastic waistband, squeezed
tightly making the briefs bulge like a small mountain.
Shiwei watched, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn't help but lower her head, extending her delicate tongue
to gently lick it like a kitten. She licked with relish, until his penis was as hard as an iron rod, as if it might burst from the small piece of fabric
at any moment . Her panties were soaked with her saliva, becoming semi-transparent, clearly
revealing a thick, purplish-red penis. The glans was a darker color than the shaft, and because it had nowhere to extend,
it was slanted straight down to her waist. The scrotum, containing the two testicles, was round and red like a ripe lychee,
almost bursting out from between her legs.
She could no longer hold back, and with both hands, she pulled the panties down hard. The incredibly strong penis
sprang out with a whoosh, as if thanking her for finally freeing it, bowing repeatedly in front of her nose.
Without a word, she grabbed the penis with one hand and stuffed it into her mouth, like a starving person suddenly seeing a delicious meal, indulging in
a hearty meal; with her other hand, she supported the scrotum, playing with the two testicles between her fingers.
Wenwei's penis was tightly held in her warm little mouth, the swallowing and pulling causing her face
to rise and fall like a blower. Occasionally, she would pull his penis out of her mouth, using her tongue to lick and tease the ridges of the glans,
or lightly sweep her tongue down the protruding veins from the glans to the base. Her fingertips would then lightly scratch his scrotum
, making his penis feel like an angry, itchy, and unbearable sensation. This grown man was
being manipulated his head thrown back, breathing heavily, murmuring "Oh...oh...oh...oh..."
his legs trembling uncontrollably, so excited he didn't know whether he was in heaven or on earth.
Seeing him so overjoyed, Shiwei, fearing he might lose control and ejaculate prematurely, let go of
his penis to rest. He noticed her sudden stop and looked down. She was reaching up to her shoulders, pulling the straps of her nightgown to
the sides, and shivering a few times until the thin fabric gently floated to the ground. His eyes widened;
a sculpted, naked body was vividly displayed before him. Gazing at this stunning beauty, his heart stirred
, and he felt a surge of desire. But then he remembered she was his old friend's wife, and as the saying goes, "One should not
look at a friend's wife," how could he bring himself to do it? His mind raced, like fifteen buckets of water being drawn up and down. After a moment's hesitation, still caught
in this internal struggle, Shiwei had already cupped his large breasts in her hands, squeezing his penis between them, like a human-
made hot dog, and began to carefully manipulate it. Not only that, but whenever the glans peeked out from between her breasts, she would stick out her tongue and
flick it several times like a viper's hiss. Wow! Even an iron-cast Arhat would melt under her fiery passion.
How many men like Liu Xiahui can there be in this world? In less than a moment, he cast aside all morality and ethics, completely collapsing and
surrendering to her charms. He reached down to touch her crotch—good heavens! It was like he'd urinated; his hand was covered in sticky,
slippery vaginal fluid, burning hot, opening and closing rhythmically, yearning for a man's comfort.
He bent down and lifted her to his waist, his lips meeting hers, sucking on her delicate tongue. He saw
her eyes glazed over, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, her legs wrapped around his buttocks, her lower body
twisting like a snake, pressing her vulva against his erect penis, rubbing it until he felt an unbearable tingling sensation. Even when he let go, she
wouldn't to hold his penis, licking the glans around her vaginal opening. Her juices were already flowing
down his scrotum. Using his waist strength, he thrust upwards, effortlessly inserting halfway. She cooperated perfectly,
releasing his grip and sinking down, the long, thick penis instantly disappearing completely.
Wenwei supported her plump buttocks, repeatedly thrusting his penis in and out of her wet vagina, the glans tingling...
The indescribable pleasure was so intense that he couldn't stop, especially since she was moving in rhythm with him, her vagina welcoming and thrusting in
perfect harmony, making it impossible to stop. His gushing fluids had already flowed over his scrotum and started running down his thighs.
He felt his legs weaken and tremble slightly, so he carried her, thrusting as he walked towards the bedroom.
(II)
Once inside the bedroom, he tossed her onto the bed, and in the blink of an eye, stripped off his upper body clothes, leaving himself naked, and
pounced on her again. Shiwei had already placed a towel under her buttocks, spreading her thighs almost into a V-shape,
raising her vagina to welcome him. He pressed himself against her, and Shiwei guided his penis with her hand, allowing the glans to enter her vagina.
He thrust forward, easily filling the small opening again. The two fleshy creatures embraced each other on the bed,
inseparable, rolling together, feeling each other's affection and regretting not meeting sooner.
As Wenwei thrust in and out, he looked down to admire the beautiful and moving sight of their genitals meeting. He watched his
proud penis slide in and out between her bright red labia minora, sending gushes of
vaginal fluid splashing everywhere. The tender skin at the entrance of her vagina was unusually long, stretched
and pulled back with each thrust, as clear as a close-up shot in a pornographic film. Her entire vulva was flushed
red from engorgement, her labia minora tightly gripping his engorged penis, making the friction even more intense and sharp.
The tender skin covering her clitoris was pulled and rubbed by her labia, causing it to swell and harden, becoming as
thick as a little finger, pointing straight forward, almost touching his busy penis.
He became aroused and simply raised her legs, placing them on her shoulders, allowing his penis to penetrate even deeper and thrust in even more
intensely. Shiwei seemed to understand him perfectly. She placed her hands on the back of her knees and pulled her thighs towards her chest, allowing her lower
body to rise higher and their skin to press more intimately together. Sure enough, with each thrust, he pressed her thighs down even further,
like a seesaw in a child's game, one end lowered as the other rose. Her buttocks rose and fell in sync with the ups and
downs , their cooperation seamless. For a moment, the bedroom was filled with a cacophony of sounds—the slapping
and popping of their organs, accompanied by the squelching and squelching of their juices—a three-dimensional, boundless erotic symphony. She heard
the incessant sounds from her lower mouth, while her upper mouth, naturally, joined in with the music, adding its own cadence: "Ah...
ah...my little darling...love brother...ah...ah...you're so good at this...I'm giving you my life
...ah...ah...it feels so good...ah...ah...I'm going to lose it...I'm going to fly to heaven
...mmm...mmm...mmm..." She closed her eyes tightly, gritted her teeth, and kicked her legs straight, clinging to
his still swaying waist, trembling uncontrollably, her fragrant sweat and vaginal fluids spraying out simultaneously. A thought flashed through her mind: My
God! So this is the ecstatic feeling I've been yearning for these past few days! The intense
orgasm brought her immense pleasure, finally releasing the depression of the past few days.
After slowly digesting the afterglow of her orgasm, her whole body felt limp and she didn't want to move anymore.
Seeing her give him the feeling of being in heaven, Wenwei felt incredibly powerful and thrust even harder
, pushing his penis to its very hilt with each stroke. He wished he could squeeze both testicles into her honeypot as well. He
relentlessly repeated the pile-driving motion, letting his penis experience endless pleasure, hoping it would continue like this forever
.
Shiwei was nearly fainting from the unprecedented orgasm, and now, enduring his relentless, storm-
like thrusting, she was completely powerless to resist. The only thing she could do was keep releasing her vaginal fluids as a way
of repaying his hard work. She was also baffled as to where all this vaginal fluid came from; it seemed inexhaustible,
as if she had become a machine that only produced vaginal fluids, continuously outputting its product. The towel under
her , originally intended to catch the semen after intercourse to prevent staining the sheets, was now
soaked with her vaginal fluids before the semen had even been ejaculated, so wet it could be wrung out by hand.
Wenwei withdrew his penis, lowered one leg from his shoulder while keeping the other on his arm, then
shifted her body into a side-lying position, kneeling on the bed. He arched his upper body, spreading her thighs into a split, her
vulva wide open. Due to the separation of her labia minora, several transparent, sticky strands of vaginal fluid were stretched out
, like a spiderweb sealing the vaginal opening. He pressed one hand against her thigh on his shoulder, and with the other, lifted his burning
penis, breaking through the web and thrusting it into this "spider web cave." Whether it was because he swam often and had exceptionally strong waist, or because this
position made it easier to generate power, every thrust was powerful and resounding, each one penetrating deep into the cave, reaching
its very end.
Her body swayed back and forth from the powerful impact, her breasts bouncing incessantly. Wenwei reached out
and caressed her alternately, sometimes gripping tightly, sometimes kneading gently, attacking her from both above and below until she bounced like a freshly
caught fish. Her hands clawed wildly at the bed, almost tearing the sheets to shreds, her toes pointing
straight out like she was dancing ballet. Moans rose and fell from her mouth, and in his ears, he could hear her panting
heavily as she cried out, "Oh! My darling... ah... ah... ah... where did you learn such a good move... ah...
ah... ah... don't stop... ah... ah... ah... so good... oh! I'm about to tear you
in two... ah... ah... ah..." Before she finished speaking, her body trembled violently as if electrocuted, her eyelids
fluttering up and down, and a gush of vaginal fluid surged onto his glans.
She felt wave after wave of orgasms coming her way, like a stone thrown into a lake, creating
ripples spread outwards from a small center. She was
tossed and turned in these surging waves, completely submerged. Seeing her reaction, Wenwei knew she was reaching the peak of another orgasm, and he quickened his pace,
thrusting his penis until it was as hard as steel and as hot as fire, rapidly moving in and out of her vagina. He continued
thrusting until his glans was swollen and numb, and his lower abdomen felt hot and he desperately contracted, before finally
ejaculating his scalding hot semen deep into her vagina.
Shiwei was reveling in the ecstasy of her orgasm when, in her hazy state, she felt the penis thrusting rapidly inside her vagina suddenly
change slow, powerful thrusts. With each thrust reaching its apex, a surge of hot, numbing liquid hit her cervix,
doubling the pleasure. Her fingers, which had been gripping her breasts, stopped moving and instead gripped them tightly as if trying to burst them.
Knowing that he was also enjoying the pleasure of orgasm and was ejaculating into her, she wrapped her arms around his
waist and pushed and pulled with his rhythm, making him ejaculate all his semen into her vagina without reservation.
After the storm, all was calm. The two lovers, having enjoyed themselves to the fullest, embraced tightly, reluctant to part. Wenwei remained on
top of her, his lower body pressed against her vulva, not wanting his slowly softening penis to slip out so quickly, wanting it
to stay a little longer in her warm, moist opening. Their lips kissed incessantly, as if glued together, their tongues teasing each other, their tongues
sliding in and out, their souls merging into one. Only when the pleasure subsided, replaced by a languid weariness, did
they fall asleep in each other's arms. Shiwei still held his beloved words tightly in her hand before sweetly drifting off to sleep.
Spring sleep is unaware of dawn. When they awoke, it was already evening. The sweat, semen, and
vaginal fluid had dried, leaving them feeling uncomfortable all over. The two got up, hand in hand, and went into the bathroom to wash themselves. Shiwei
first filled a tub with hot water. Seeing that the dried vaginal fluid had stiffened her pubic hair, she rubbed it with her hands, and it all turned into
a white powder, falling softly onto the floor. Wenwei was urinating into the toilet when he
heard her sweet voice behind him: "I need to pee too..." He shook his penis a few times and moved
aside make room for her. After waiting a while without any movement, he curiously turned around to look. She said shyly and coquettishly, "Um...
I want you to hold me while I pee." Wenwei was both amused and exasperated, but he did as she asked. He went behind her,
supported her thighs with both hands, and lifted her up to face the toilet. But then she said, "Um... I need you to tease me before I can pee."
He almost burst out laughing and started whistling like a mother teasing a child to pee.
As soon as the whistle sounded, a jet of water spurted from her vulva, shooting forward in a silvery-white parabola, like
pearls falling onto a jade plate, making a "tinkling" sound in the toilet. After she finished urinating, Wenwei teased,
"Do you usually need someone to tease you when you pee? Does that mean your husband never has a moment to spare?" She giggled, "You're so cheeky!
I like it when you tease me, you're so annoying!" Her face flushed, she buried it in his chest. Seeing the bathtub was almost full,
he tossed her in, then climbed on top of her. The two of them tangled together in the tub,
water splashing everywhere, their bodies tumbling and turning in the waves, like a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water. After a
while, she told him to stand up, rubbed some soap on his penis
, and then gently massaged it, carefully cleaning the foreskin and glans.
Under her caresses, his penis slowly hardened, becoming longer and larger, erect in her hand. She gasped
in surprise, "Wow!" Within two minutes, the object before her eyes had more than doubled in size as if by magic—it was simply
unbelievable. She held up her fingers to compare; it was at least an inch and a half longer than her husband's penis, the glans
larger and rounder, the veins on the foreskin bulging like countless bluish-purple tree roots surrounding the entire shaft.
She sighed inwardly: "I was so eager to stuff it into my vagina earlier, I hadn't truly appreciated it. This is a
rare ! No wonder it brought me to such intense orgasms. If my husband had such a
magnificent member, I wouldn't need to seek it elsewhere." Thinking this, she couldn't help but kiss it several times, her hands unwilling to let go,
wishing she could swallow it whole. She truly loved it.
Lost in her thoughts, her cheeks flushed again, a fire in her heart gradually burning down to her lower body. She felt her vulva
itching unbearably again, and impatiently lay back, pulling him closer, her hands rubbing his hard penis against
her labia. Seeing her wanton state, Wenwei knew he had a new task; he wouldn't be able to escape until he satisfied her. Although
he met many young women on the beach, most of whom were willing to offer themselves,
none could compare to this slut in front of him when it came to bed responsiveness and sexual enjoyment. Since his penis had already been aroused by her, he figured he might as
well do it ; he needed it too! Seeing his glans touch her vaginal opening, he thrust forward, their bodies meeting again
. He wrapped his arms around her neck and began to thrust rapidly.
In an instant, the small bathtub was filled with a romantic and erotic atmosphere. Wenwei's undulating buttocks caused the water in the tub
to splash and soak the floor like a puddle. He truly lived up to his reputation as a swimming champion. His movements resembled a butterfly stroke
, with his waist constantly moving, rising and falling powerfully; then it was like a leisurely breaststroke,
his legs braced against the tub wall, extending and retracting, allowing his penis free movement; then he would hold her sideways, penetrating from behind,
like swimming sideways, one hand occasionally reaching forward to fondle her breasts; when tired, he would lie down like a backstroke swimmer, the woman
sitting on top, bouncing and tossing like a horse, lost in ecstasy.
Shiwei never imagined so many moves could be done in the bathtub, a feeling different from in bed, more
exciting, more novel. Seeing the surging waves in the tub, the two were immersed in the pleasure of carnal desire
, their movements fluid and unrestrained. Wenwei, suddenly aroused, finding the small bathtub insufficient for his full potential,
simply held her close again, rushing towards the bedroom.
After placing her on the bed, I grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge. Then I bent her legs and
raised them apart so her buttocks rested on the edge of the bed. Standing on the floor, my penis was at the same height as her vagina. I leaned forward
and easily inserted the entire length. Holding her knees with both hands, I began to thrust my hips back and forth.
Because this position required less effort, the frequency of my thrusts was naturally faster, and the penetration was more forceful. Each impact made her body
tremble and bounce, her breasts swaying back and forth like water balloons. The exquisite spectacle of sexual intercourse was now
laid bare before my eyes. The sight of the tender skin of the vagina being pulled in and out was crystal clear, and the sight of vaginal fluids being squeezed out and
gushing forth was even more captivating. The scene before my eyes was breathtaking, causing my penis to swell to the point of bursting.
I felt my heart pounding and my breath quickening, my muscles tensing and hardening. I couldn't help but exert all my strength, thrusting my penis as deep as I could, each thrust
ensuring the glans touched the cervix. After one round of thrusting, I felt my glans go numb, my ejaculation was about to begin, and I knew
I was about to give in.
Shiwei was breathless from his relentless thrusting, wave after wave of orgasms washing over her body.
She was enveloped in a blissful, tingling pleasure, the sensations growing stronger with each thrust. Her nerves throbbed, causing her entire body to convulse and tremble
. Her voice was hoarse from screaming, barely managing to utter
a single syllable: "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." The endless waves of orgasms rose and fell, overwhelming her. Her body moved
with every movement, like a caterpillar crawling on a branch. Finally, her body tensed, then suddenly relaxed, a
gush of vaginal fluid erupting from her uterus. She then trembled violently as if chilled, her vagina
rhythmically contracting and relaxing, sucking at his penis like a small mouth.
Wenwei, eyes closed, was thrusting vigorously, preparing for his climax. She was massaging his vagina with a rhythmic squeezing and releasing motion, feeling incredibly
comfortable . He felt every pore on his body open, his abdominal muscles tightening inwards. With a few shivers, spurts
of semen shot out like arrows from his penis, all of it flowing into her still-contracting vagina.
Both of them simultaneously let out a long breath and went limp. Wenwei felt his legs go weak and trembled slightly,
but he didn't want to pull his penis out immediately. So he leaned forward, grasping one of her breasts in each hand and gently kneading
them, releasing the lingering afterglow of his orgasm. Although extremely unwilling, his slowly shrinking penis finally forced its way
out . Shiwei immediately raised her lower body, pulling a pillow under her buttocks to prevent the precious semen from leaking
out. She thought to herself: "I'm a machine that produces vaginal fluids, and you're a machine that produces semen. The first time
, I couldn't save any and it all leaked out and wasted. Luckily, I anticipated this, and he still has so much to ejaculate. If I want to get pregnant
, I'll have to rely on this sticky fluid.
" Wenwei saw her sitting on her bottom, lost in thought, and asked her curiously what she was doing. She told him the truth, and even
joked : "I hope those sperm are like their fathers, excellent swimmers, and obediently swim into the uterus, then there'll
be hope for conception." He was startled and hurriedly asked: "Sister-in-law, if you really get pregnant, won't
Gangsheng find out about our relationship? My father won't have any official status!" She laughed: "Hey, I'm
already yours. Stop calling me 'sister-in-law,' just call me by my name. Gangsheng isn't necessarily infertile
."
" It's just that his sperm was weak. When he found out I was pregnant, he thought it was him who had conceived. He was overjoyed! As for the baby, he'll just make you his godfather. Are you satisfied now?" Wenwei replied, "I won't call you by your name
anymore. I'll just call you my sweetheart. Sweetheart, now that you have a child, your wish has been fulfilled. So you don't need to talk to me anymore, right?" She
tapped his nose with her finger and laughed non-stop, "Silly boy, you're jealous of your future son! If
your son isn't home, you're welcome to come whenever you want. I'm afraid you won't come!" Wenwei was relieved after hearing her
explanation . He jumped back onto the bed, lay down next to her, and the two of them hugged each other tightly and kissed repeatedly.
The spring night was fleeting, and amidst their sweet intimacy, night fell unnoticed. Shiwei, realizing they'd been too busy enjoying themselves to eat
all day , got up and said to Wenwei, "Look how useless I am! You're starving! You stay in
bed and rest until I've prepared dinner. What would you like to eat today?" Wenwei pulled her
back to the bedside, held her in his arms, and said softly, "My darling, I want to eat you! Alright, no need to cook
. Let's just grab something at the restaurant downstairs, that way we'll have more time. " "Let's be tender." She buried her head in her chest and replied
sweetly , "Your mouth is like honey, so sweet and charming, every word you say
hits the nail on the head." She found a suit belonging to her husband in the closet and helped him put it on. While dressing herself in front of the mirror, she
said to him, "After dinner, I'll make you some sweet soup. Anyway, Gang Sheng won't be back until the day after tomorrow, so you can
sleep at my place for the next two nights!"
The two hurriedly had dinner at Hollywood Plaza downstairs and then returned home to continue their flirting. Dry wood and raging fire,
the room was filled with spring; their deep affection was unspoken.
(III)
Gang Sheng spent the whole morning finishing his work at the factory. While the workers were having lunch, he asked the factory
driver to take him to the company dormitory. It was a two-story bungalow,
a villa rented specifically for employees from Hong Kong who needed to stay for two or three days. It was in the suburbs of Dongguan City, a place of birdsong and fragrant flowers, a self-contained community.
As soon as he got off the bus, a smiling young woman greeted him, taking his briefcase from him. He turned and slipped a
banknote into the driver's hand, telling him he could go back to the factory. Then, he put his arm around her swaying waist and
led her into . As soon as he sat down on the sofa, she handed him a steaming hot towel. While he was wiping his face, she knelt down
, took off his leather shoes, and put on a pair of slippers. He put down the towel, took a cup of fragrant tea, loosened his tie, and pulled her
onto his lap, kissing her cheek several times, making her giggle and hide in his arms.
Her name was Lily, eighteen years old, with delicate features, red lips, and white teeth, from Hubei. She was dressed fashionably, with long
, flowing hair, delicately drawn eyebrows, and a touch of rosy red on her lips, her complexion typical of a northern girl with a fair complexion and rosy cheeks. It was a year ago. One
evening , Gang Sheng finished work at the factory and
was dragged by several fellow Hong Kong workers to a disco in the city. Soon, he was drawn to a young woman nearby. She
exuded youthful energy, her oval face and sweet smile were captivating. She had a short waist, long legs, a full bottom
, and a prominent bust, like a ripe peach. As she swayed with her dance, even through her clothes, you could feel her breasts
bouncing. Her round buttocks, taut in her tight jeans,
swayed . While secretly enjoying his ice cream, he was encouraged by his colleagues to approach her under the pretense of striking up a conversation, only to be
startled by her enthusiasm. Upon learning he was from Hong Kong, she not only readily agreed to be his friend but
also pressed herself tightly against him during their slow dance, her breasts pressing against him so much he could barely breathe. Finally,
with mutual consent, they consummated their relationship and he took her back to his villa that very night. Their passionate encounter and intimate moments lasted all night 　　. Her fervent response and cooperative nature in bed completely captivated him. The experience was entirely different from his routine with his wife
, and this one night of passion led him to succumb to her charms. The next day, as she was leaving, he slipped a thousand Hong Kong dollars into her purse, saying with reluctance, "How will I find you next time I come back?" She giggled, "Thank you! You're so kind. Anyway, when you're on business trips, no one takes care of you, and you don't even get a drop of soup . If you don't mind, let me be your mistress, and you'll have someone to serve you during your few days back home!" He was delighted and readily accepted her as his mistress, what people commonly call a "second wife." During his few days back on business trips to the mainland, he indulged in her tenderness in his luxurious home, completely forgetting his homeland. 　　Coming to his senses, he felt an increasing tenderness for her. While kissing her, his hands also became restless. Seeing her nestled against him like a little bird, he slipped his hands inside her clothes, gently caressing . Lily lightly slapped his chest: "You lecherous devil! Look at you, you've been working hard all day, covered in sweat. Go take a shower. Your towel and underwear are on the stool; let me get you some soup." 　　Gangsheng quickly took a shower, not even putting on underwear, and while drying himself with a towel , he quietly walked behind her, suddenly scooped her up, and headed straight for the bedroom. Her legs were trembling...

She stomped her feet, yelling, "Ouch! Look how rushed you are! You almost spilled the soup, ruining my plans.
It's not like I told you not to come, what were you rushing about?" She giggled and pounded his chest with her little fists.
He didn't reply, rolling onto the bed with her and sealing her mouth with his, silencing her completely.
He reached behind her, pulling down her dress, and with both hands, he yanked the sleeves forward, revealing a pair of
large, white, round breasts that bounced out with a "plop," swaying from side to side as she struggled. He
cupped , pressing down with his palms, causing the small, red nipple to bulge upwards, plump and tender,
temptingly inviting. He moved his mouth from her cherry-like lips to her nipple, kissing it gently until it swelled and hardened. He
then licked it vigorously with the tip of his tongue and gently bit it with his teeth, while his hands cupped her breasts and kneaded them from side to side, arousing her to
the point of unbearable lust. Her waist twisted and turned, her face flushed, her breathing rapid, and hot breaths escaping from her nostrils. While
attacking her other breast in the same way, he bent one leg and hooked the top of her panties with his toes, then
kicked down, pulling the small strip of fabric down to her feet. Lily took the opportunity to throw her leg off, falling off the bed.
Gang Sheng moved to her thighs, reached out and bent her legs, then
spread them apart, revealing a plump vulva. She took the opportunity to take off her clothes, lying naked, allowing him
to do as he pleased without any hindrance. With one hand, Gang Sheng used her fingertips to spread apart the two red labia minora. With the other hand, she put her fingertips in her mouth,
dabbed some saliva, and then gently rubbed them against the clitoris, as if giving it a massage. In no time, the already moist
vulva became even more aroused, and the vaginal fluid gushed out like a burst dam, soaking her lower body.
Her vulva was different from Shi Wei's. Her pubic hair was
sparse, like that of a girl who had just developed puberty, with only a small tuft on the mons pubis. The inside of her labia minora was almost completely bald, so smooth that it was almost invisible. Her labia minora were shorter but lighter in color, pink,
and had a charming little black mole. There were more tender skin at the vaginal opening, making it look like a fairy cave with multiple doors and windows.
The clitoris was particularly different. The head was so large that it could not be covered by the tubular tender skin around it. It protruded outward like a small glans,
as delicate and exquisite as a red bean from the south, which would make anyone who saw it dizzy for a moment.
Lily's barren area was now tingling unbearably from the caresses, her waist arching upwards and downwards, her mouth
murmuring incoherently, "Ah...ah...it's so itchy...it feels so good...ah...ah...good
brother...come and...stop the itch...ah...ah..." As she cried out, she reached down to his crotch, her fingers
gripping his penis and stroking it incessantly. He felt his foreskin being stroked up and down, the friction making his glans incredibly pleasurable, his penis
growing harder and harder, as solid as an iron rod. Unable to resist any longer, he knelt between her legs, placing her thighs
on his own, his glans already touching the entrance of her vagina. Then, with a powerful thrust forward, he heard
a soft "thud," and his hot, throbbing penis was instantly buried completely inside her warm, moist vagina.
Lily opened her mouth, her eyes narrowing into slits, and let out a long, satisfied "Oh..." of pure bliss.
Before he could even thrust, Lily had already taken the lead, her buttocks rubbing back and forth, side to side.
The layers of tender skin around his penis at the entrance of her vagina relentlessly rubbed against it, the muscles inside contracting and relaxing with her vaginal muscles.
It felt as if his glans was being sucked by a warm, wet mouth, creating a unique sensation. So
he paused, taking the opportunity to look down and watch, letting her have her fill. Before him, his thick, powerful penis
was inserted into her narrow vagina, stretching it to its limit. Thin strands of white, lustful fluid squeezed out from the crevice,
slowly flowing towards her perineum, then pooling on the sheet beneath her buttocks, staining it with a circular wet patch. He let her
rub like this for a while, until he felt her pace slowing and her strength waning, then he positioned himself correctly, using
the power he had gathered, and thrust in forcefully, all the way to the hilt. Then, he braced himself on the bed with both hands,
his lower body moving rapidly up and down in a rhythmic thrusting motion.
Lily, already on the verge of climax, quickly reached her climax with a barrage of thrusts,
accelerating her arrival. Beneath his undulating hips, she was like a delicate begonia in a storm, its branches and leaves
scattered, utterly defenseless. Xiao trembled uncontrollably, using her last strength to cry out intermittently,
"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." accompanying his rhythm. As she cried out,
her whole body suddenly tensed, she clung to his waist, trembling violently. A series of rhythmic waves from her lower abdomen released a torrent of
vaginal fluid , spraying it out from between her legs, soaking his scrotum as if it had been pulled from water.
Seeing her panting beneath him, Gangsheng pressed his advantage, thrusting even harder, pulling his penis to the entrance and then
plunging it all the way in. With his mechanical movements, the sounds of flesh colliding, "slap, slap," and
the squelching of overflowing vaginal fluids mingled with half-dead
moans of "oh...wah...oh...wah..." The sounds of water and flesh filled the air, arousing an inexplicable excitement.
Gang Sheng was puzzled: the same penis, which had been unresponsive this morning,
was now miraculously functioning. Taking advantage of the situation, he used his waist to spread her
legs her, and reached behind her, grabbing her shoulders. With a forceful thrust, he pulled her shoulders down, and without
the recoil, her plump vulva pressed hard against his penis, making a loud "slap."
Then he began a rapid, sweeping thrust, pushing in and out as if determined to flatten her. Her
labia minora and clitoris were already engorged and hard, and the relentless pressure from the base of his penis created a
numbing and tingling sensation. Inside her vagina, the ridges of his erect penis scraped against her, causing an unbearable itch. She was completely lost in pleasure,
every cell in her body throbbing with a current of ecstasy, her nerve endings pulsating uncontrollably. She felt suffocated,
her ten fingers frantically clawing at his back like a drowning person clutching a lifebuoy.
Gang Sheng, infected by her wantonness, grew increasingly energetic and faster, like a never-ending engine,
charging forward relentlessly. The frequency of their moans and the sounds of their bodies colliding accelerated, becoming a continuous, almost incessant roar
that echoed throughout the small room. He repeatedly arched and bent his body, his penis moving in and out with each thrust,
the glans sending waves of indescribable pleasure to his brain, until he could no longer control himself. Suddenly, a
massive wave crashed over him. He shuddered violently, letting out a loud "Ah..." as his glans gushed out
spurts of hot semen, shooting like arrows straight into the depths of her vagina. Lily also
cried out "Ah..." in unison, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, her fingernails digging deeply into the muscles of his back, pulling downwards...
Ten red welts ran from his shoulders down to his waist. After
their initial agitation, they remained still, embracing each other, breathing heavily, their breaths ragged as they gazed at each other sweetly. A sticky fluid
continued to flow from the point where their genitals met, but they ignored it, maintaining the position of
pressing down on each other, glued together, continuing to savor the slowly fading pleasure.
After lying like this for more than ten minutes, Lily gently pulled away, patting
his now-shrunken, adorable penis, and said, "Sweetheart, if you keep going like this, I'm afraid you'll kill me. Lie down and rest for a while before
eating." She got out of bed, wrung out a hot towel, carefully wiped the fluid-covered penis clean, then pulled a thin blanket
over him before putting on her clothes and going to the kitchen to prepare food.
Soon, she had heated up the pre-cooked food, handed Gangsheng a set of pajamas to change into, and the two sat down
around the table. Just as Lily brought the hot soup to his lips, his pager started beeping incessantly . He
called back to Taiwan and learned that the chairman of the Hong Kong headquarters, Zhang Shuhan, had just arrived at the branch factory to inspect business and was being told
to hurry back and greet him. Hong Kong-born dared not delay, quickly finishing his lunch. His driver's car was already parked at the door; he got in,
still wearing his suit and carrying his briefcase.
(IV)
It was almost evening when he finished introducing the factory's situation and breathed a sigh of relief. In the meeting room,
the chairman asked him, "This is my first time back at the branch factory. Could you suggest a good restaurant nearby?
I need to rush back to Hong Kong after dinner." Hong Kong-born was eager to demonstrate
his competence to the chairman, but considering he had already eaten plenty of delicacies, a simple home-cooked meal would be
more . She said to him, "The dishes at the restaurant are all the same, I'm tired of them.
How about something ? If you don't mind, please come to my humble abode and let my wife cook some of her specialties for you."
The chairman thought to himself, "That makes sense. It's been over two years since my wife and children immigrated to Canada, and I haven't
had home-cooked meal in ages." He replied, "Sure, let me try your cooking, sister-in-law. I just bought
a bottle of foreign liquor at customs; I'll bring it to your house as a souvenir!" Gang Sheng called Lily to instruct her to make the arrangements, and then he
and the chairman left the factory together.
In the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, the car pulled up in front of the villa. As soon as the chairman was ushered inside, Lily came out of the kitchen
with a cup of fragrant tea. She had changed into a black lace coat, and her off-white bra
was faintly visible through the fabric. Her face was lightly made up, making her even more alluring. The table was already set with food. She
took off her apron and gestured for the chairman to sit down, handing him a hot towel. In slightly broken
Cantonese, she said, "It's a rare treat for the chairman to grace us with his presence. This is just a simple meal; I don't know if it suits your taste, but
please make yourself at home and don't stand on ceremony!"
Zhang Shuhan, in his forties, wore gold-rimmed glasses. As is typical of middle age, he
had a small belly and a mustache, making him look much older. However, due to his love of sports
in his youth, his muscles were still well-developed, rivaling those of a young man. Turning around, he noticed
that , the two round, white, smooth mounds of her plump buttocks peeking out from the sides of the legs
. He couldn't help but stare, his mind wandering, until she sat down beside him, finally calming down. He opened the bottle of foreign liquor, poured three glasses,
and said to her, "I'm sorry to bother you today. Sister-in-law, you are truly beautiful and skillful. Let me toast you first."
Lily quickly raised her glass in return, "Not at all, not at all, Chairman, you flatter me. Please, pick up your chopsticks." Through her raised
sleeve, Shu Han could just catch a glimpse of half of her breasts. Her tender, white breasts were firm and full, like two large buns. Her bra
couldn't fully cover them, revealing half of her alabaster-like spheres. The deep cleavage squeezed out from the center of the spheres was clearly
visible through the neckline of her clothes. Before he even took a sip of the liquor, he swallowed several times. After the liquor went down, he felt even more
hot all over, and his heart pounded like a deer.
While she went into the kitchen to get rice, he took off his suit jacket and whispered to Gangsheng, "You're really cunning, secretly
keeping a pretty girl hidden away. You know how to enjoy life! I've heard that northern girls have fair skin and smooth flesh, and it's true. Look at your figure
, it's truly first-rate! Big at the top and bottom, small in the middle
, just like a guitar. I bet you're pretty good in bed too!" Gangsheng didn't know how to answer, so he changed the subject: "People say that a girl with a good figure is like a gourd,
not a guitar." He laughed: "Think about it, what's the difference between a gourd and a guitar?
One has a hole at the bottom, the other doesn't." Gangsheng suddenly realized and laughed along with him.
At that moment, Lily put a bowl of rice in front of Shuhan. He secretly reached out a hand, went behind her, and gently pinched her
plump buttocks . The sudden action startled Lily, but out of respect for Gangsheng,
she pretended nothing had happened and lowered her head to eat. In truth, Gang Sheng had witnessed everything from beginning to end.
He already guessed what the chairman wanted from his lecherous gaze, but Lily was, after all, his woman, and he couldn't simply offer her up.
Then he saw Shu Han clinging to Lily, desperately urging her to drink, grabbing her hand and foot when she refused, almost forcing her to drink
. A pang of jealousy rose in his heart, and the more he watched, the more resentful he felt. Before he knew it, he'd downed a large glass of liquor.
Halfway through the meal, all three were slightly tipsy, their faces flushed, but the atmosphere wasn't so tense anymore. Shu Han put his hand
on Lily's shoulder and said to Gang Sheng, "I know you've always been loyal to the company. Director Li from
the Hong Kong headquarters is retiring next month, and I plan to have you take his place. Whether it succeeds or not depends on your
performance." The implication was clear. Gang Sheng also had his own calculations. He thought that while Lily was good, a man
ultimately prioritizes his career, and besides, with money in his pocket, why worry about not having women? Anyway, Lily was someone he met in a brothel,
not his real wife. Once she became the director, the line of women would probably stretch for a whole street.
He gritted his teeth, deciding to go with the flow, using Lily as bait to carry out his honey trap.
While Shuhan was in the restroom, he pulled Lily aside to give her his instructions. She said shyly, "How can that be
! Whether it's real or fake, I'm practically your wife. Even if I agreed, aren't you afraid of being cuckolded?" Gangsheng comforted
her, "Of course I wouldn't want that. This time, it's a one-time exception. I'll give you a
big gold bar Are you satisfied now? When I become the director, you'll get even more benefits." Actually, Lily had her own calculations: she was only doing this for money anyway, and finding a good partner was only natural. Honestly, whoever you're with, you're just lying in bed, letting a penis poke you a few times. What's the difference between one or two? [ The rest of the text is a jumbled collection of characters and
phrases, likely from different sources.]

She bumped into Gang Sheng and said in a coquettish voice, "Let's make this clear first, it was your idea. Don't use
me as a stepping stone in the future, just throw me away after you're done." Gang Sheng nodded obsequiously, agreeing to everything. As soon
as Shu Han came out of the restroom, Lily went up to him and said in a flirtatious tone, "Oh! Chairman,
it's all your fault, I almost got you drunk. Feel my body, it's so hot!" As she spoke, she pulled
his hand to her face. Shu Han couldn't have been happier, and gently stroked her pink face, unwilling to let go. Seeing that
the chairman pretended to suddenly remember something, muttering to himself, "Oh no! I rushed back and
forgot a few documents at the factory. I have to go get them right away, otherwise the chairman won't have time to take them back to Hong Kong."
He put on his coat under the pretext and hurriedly rushed out the door.
Shu Han's hands moved lower and lower, becoming increasingly unruly, slithering down
her neck like a snake. Lily wrapped her arms around his waist, closed her eyes, and let him do as he pleased. Her breath, thick with the smell of alcohol, escaped her lips as she
rubbed against his crotch. Gradually, she felt her little thing inside her inflate like a balloon. Seeing
her half-hearted resistance, Shu Han boldly reached out and pressed his hands against her breasts, grabbing and kneading them vigorously.
After a while, he simply lifted her outer garment, grabbed her bra, and pulled it up. Two large, round
breasts, like rubber balls, sprang out, emitting a fragrant aroma, swaying before his eyes. Shu Han's eyes widened
, his breathing suddenly quickened, and the lenses of his glasses fogged up from the heat. He quickly took them off and set them
aside , his ten fingers cupping and kneading each breast, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Lily let him caress her at will, comfortably tilting her head back and moaning softly. Her nipples
hardened with each squeeze in his palms, standing proudly erect, red like two freshly picked cherries. Shuhan couldn't resist bending down
and taking one into his mouth, licking and teasing it with his tongue, or sucking hard, feeling as if he had become a child again,
suddenly back into an infant nestled in his mother's arms, nursing. Lily received his relentless pinching and sucking, her whole body
tingling with an unbearable itch, her slender waist twisting and turning like a snake, her moans growing louder and louder, turning into
cries of "Ah...ah...ah..." Her hands slid from his waist to his thighs, pressing against his bulging mounds and kneading them desperately,
feeling his penis throbbing incessantly, as if trying to break free of its restraints.
In the chaos, Lily's outer clothes and bra had been stripped off by Shuhan at some point. Her once fair
and rosy skin was now a deep pink, whether from the alcohol or from the intense pleasure of the man's caresses
, it was hard to tell. In a hazy state, she felt Shuhan's wet and hot tongue leave
her breasts and move downwards, lingering around her navel. The sensation of his tongue licking her navel was unique, both itchy and tingling,
making her feel like she was being bitten by insects, her pores wide open, her lower abdomen twitching in waves. Her vulva began to feel slippery, and slowly, some vaginal
fluid seeped out, making her panties stick to her labia, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.
As if knowing she was suffering from the fluid, Shuhan immediately
pulled , finally freeing her pent-up vulva, exposing it completely to him. Except for a small tuft of pubic hair on
the mons pubis , the plump, white vulva was completely bare, revealing everything without any covering. The two
labia majora were snow-white and full, like a large, white steamed bun at a wedding banquet; sandwiched between them were two bright
red
, tender labia minora, like the fleshy petals of a giant clam, with a small portion peeking out delicately. At the ends of these petals hung a few glistening drops of vaginal fluid, ready to drip, like a ripe peach waiting to be picked. He first licked
around the vulva a few times with the tip of his tongue, then moved to the labia minora, licking the few drops of sweet, sticky fluid onto his tongue, savoring them
before swallowing. Lily
held his head in her hands, pulling and scratching his hair wildly, turning his once neatly combed parted hair into a bird's nest. Shuhan straightened up, swept her up in his arms, and carried her towards the bedroom.
Reaching the bedside,
he gently placed her on the edge, quickly stripping off all his clothes, leaving him completely naked
before . Lily stole a glance between his legs—good heavens! A bright red penis
stood erect and pointed forward, nodding up and down like an enraged serpent. Although its thickness was similar to Gang Sheng's,
the glans was enormous, swollen and round, like a mallet striking a gong. She was shocked, unable to imagine
how her narrow vagina could accommodate it. She quickly used her fingers to pull her labia minora apart, guiding him to the opening and avoiding
any accidental injury.
A young man would have been already aroused, recklessly thrusting in. But Shu Han
, unhurried and gentle, knelt beside the bed, spreading her thighs apart, then lowered his head between her legs, his
tongue attacking her wide-open vulva. Experience truly makes a difference in technique; his tongue touched
only the most sensitive areas. He first carefully licked the labia minora, then took one into his mouth,
gently biting it with his teeth, then pulling it outwards, before releasing it with a "pop," the labia springing back into place
like a flexible rubber band. He used the same method on both labia, watching the tender skin
rise and fall with each touch, making soft, gurgling sounds. Lily's vulva had never been played with like this before; it felt both
novel and special, and her vaginal fluids naturally flowed more and more, turning her vulva into a watery paradise.
After playing with the labia minora enough, Shuhan turned his attention to the clitoris. The little red bean was already hard and erect,
the entire pale red tip exposed, glistening. Shu Han curled his lips into a trumpet shape, took the tender tip into his mouth, and
sucked hard like sucking on a snail. The clitoris was pulled into his mouth, becoming long and almost pulled out. Lily's
whole body jerked as if she had been electrocuted, and she jumped up. After sucking for a few times, her entire vulva felt like it was on fire, burning hot.
She wished he would immediately shove that mallet into her vagina to relieve the itching. She pleaded, "Chairman...
hurry... ah... oh... I can't hold it in... it's so uncomfortable..." Shu Han then left
the clitoris and moved his mouth to the vaginal opening. He circled the small hole with the tip of his tongue while continuing
to rub the clitoris with the mustache on his lip. The tip of the mustache was like a brush, gently rubbing back and forth on the tender flesh, sometimes piercing into the crevices,
making it even more itchy. His warm, wet tongue brought all the flowing vaginal fluid into his mouth, and even if more or faster flowed, it
couldn't keep up with him. Lily was facing attacks from two different places simultaneously, feeling intensely overwhelmed by the combined force, leaving her disoriented and
convulsing . Gasping for breath, she pleaded, "Please...come in quickly...I'm going crazy from the pain..." (Shuhan)
Seeing that he had fully unleashed her desire, and feeling his penis was as hard as an iron rod, he knew he couldn't hold back any longer. So
he pulled away, aimed his large glans at her wet opening, and thrust in forcefully.
With a "squelch," his entire penis was completely inside her in one smooth motion. Lily's cervix was violently struck by his glans
, and her whole body ached. She couldn't help but cry out, "Ouch!" and trembled a few times while clinging to his waist. Her
vulva, which had been licked dry, was once again filled with lustful fluid. She casually grabbed his waist, pushing and pulling him, moving his penis
in and out of his stretched vagina until the discomfort inside him turned into boundless pleasure, waves of which washed
over her. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief and say sweetly, "As expected, the older the ginger, the spicier it is. You've made my little one
feel so good! Chairman, no wonder men like to grow mustaches, it turns out they're specifically for dealing with
girls ." He replied, "Who says I'm old? Look at my little brother, and you'll know I'm still got
it. How can a young punk compare to me? We've already reached our point of union, so from now on, stop calling me Chairman and just call me
Little Zhang!" Lily almost burst out laughing, thinking, "Almost fifty years old, and still calling me Little Zhang." He said, "Calling me
'Little Zhang' is too formal. It's much better to call me 'Sweetheart'! Sweetheart, hurry up and thrust your big cock in and out.
You've made my cunt so uncomfortable. If you don't fix it, don't blame me for ignoring you in the future."
Without saying a word, Shu Han took a deep breath, straightened his waist, and began to thrust his penis in and out rapidly.
Standing by the bed and welcoming the pelvis was much easier for an older person. For a while, the penis
went in and out of the vagina non-stop, unstoppable. The two labia opened and closed with each thrust, and the layers of tender skin
at the entrance pushed in and out by the penis, which was very exciting to watch. The huge glans was now even larger,
pushing and pulling in and out of the vagina like a piston, grinding the vagina with pleasure and comfort, constantly sending out vaginal fluid, which was carried out by the penis,
ground into white semen, and then flowed back to the perineum; sometimes a large gush would suddenly gush out, spraying out from the slit,
splashing water everywhere, even wetting the thighs of both of them. His scrotum swayed back and forth with his body, causing his testicles
to slap against his perineum, dripping with the precum and splashing onto the bed.
The lustful couple engaged in passionate intercourse, moaning loudly, their voices a
duet of "Oh... Wow... Oh... Wow..." rising and falling with the rhythm of their thrusts, a harmonious union. In moments of ease, they
danced tension, they clung to each other, filling the room with a spring-like atmosphere, lost in blissful pleasure.
Gang Sheng quietly sipped his coffee at the coffee shop across the street, glancing at his watch. More than an hour had passed since he left the villa.
Thinking they should be finished, he paid the bill and strolled back. Entering the living room, he saw the bedroom door ajar, bras and panties scattered
on , knowing Lily had successfully completed her task. As soon as he sat down on the sofa,
he heard soft moaning coming from the bedroom, secretly admiring the chairman's stamina; he was surprisingly stronger than
many young men. He turned on the TV, lit a cigarette, and leaned back on the sofa to rest.
Inside the room, Shu Han thrust in and out over two hundred times in a row, leaving Lily dazed and paralyzed,
lying limply on the bed with her limbs spread wide, letting him pound and thrust into her grotesquely. She had no strength left to scream, her body like a corpse
, her body moving back and forth under Shu Han's violent thrusts, her large breasts swaying back and forth
. Shu Han watched, releasing his hands from her thighs and instead grabbing her breasts. Upon contact, he felt
they were hard yet soft, slippery to the touch, so he continued thrusting, grasping one breast in each hand and kneading them gently,
lost in pleasure. Lily, attacked from both above and below, experienced wave after wave of orgasms, too many to count. Her throat, already
hoarse from shouting, suddenly erupted again, a series of gasps...
Strangely enough, these cries, though irregular and off-key, sounded
like heavenly music to a man's ears, lingering for days, intoxicating and unforgettable. Shu Han, after a long period of thrusting,
was beginning to feel his strength waning, a little tired. Her cries, however, were like a shot of adrenaline,
rousing him to charge forward again, relentlessly. His hands gripped her breasts tightly, his lower body thrusting wildly and faster
, until his semen churned and surged forth, finally gushing forth. Countless streams of semen gushed out, one
after another, as he convulsed and ejaculated, filling her vagina to overflowing overflowing depths.
Lily's cervix was simultaneously washed and impacted by the hot semen, and the unprecedentedly hard glans during ejaculation further amplified her
orgasm, causing her to tremble uncontrollably, her whole body shuddering and unable to stop. With all her might, she cried
out, "Sweetheart...I...I...I'm coming!" Her legs gripped his waist, her hands clawed wildly behind her back, her head swayed from
side to side, her eyes were tightly closed, her teeth clenched so tightly they cracked, and all her muscles were taut like a fully drawn bow. After
a series of spasms, she finally released her octopus-like limbs, letting out a sigh of relief, and collapsed
motionless on the edge of the bed. Shu Han took the opportunity to lie on top of her, embracing her warm, soft body until his penis, trailing clumps of sticky semen,
withdrew his body. Only then did he climb onto the bed, tenderly embracing Lily and kissing her passionately.
Fifteen minutes later, Lily broke free from Shuhan's bear hug and said to him, "Don't move, let me get
a towel to clean you up." The moment she stepped onto the ground, the semen that had accumulated in her vagina liquefied into
a thin, pale, rice-water-like liquid, trickling down her thighs. She quickly grabbed two tissues from the dressing table and dabbed them
at her opening, soaking them instantly. She tossed them into the trash can, grabbed two more, and covered herself with her hands before
heading out. As soon as she stepped out of the living room, she saw Gangsheng leaning against the sofa. She hadn't expected him to return and was
momentarily . Realizing she was currently naked and covered in filth, she felt incredibly embarrassed. Remembering what had just happened—that he
had overheard everything—her face flushed crimson. Gang Sheng turned around and saw her
standing , her hair disheveled, her cheeks flushed, her eyebrows furrowed, and two lines of white, sticky fluid hanging from the inside of her thighs,
extending down to her knees. A trickle of fluid was still seeping from her vulva through her fingers. Even the idiot remembered what
had happened . Seeing this, he felt a pang of jealousy and regretted his decision. But thinking the bigger picture was more important, he
pretended nothing was wrong and said to Lily, "Aren't you going to the bathroom to wash up?" He turned his face away from the television.
After washing herself in the bathroom, Lily grabbed a damp towel, slipped behind Gang Sheng into
the bedroom , and, holding Shu Han's penis in one hand, pulled back the foreskin. With the other hand, she wiped the glans with the towel, saying to him,
"Dong... ah... sweetheart, where did you get so much semen? I haven't even finished flowing out yet!"
"There are three or four of you, you must have been holding back for a long time, right?" Shu Han replied shamefully, "To be honest,
since my wife immigrated to Canada, I haven't been close to women for long. I'm not used to hiring prostitutes, so this is a year's worth
of stock for you!" Lily was amused and giggled non-stop. She tapped his nose with her finger and said in a coquettish voice,
"I don't believe it. With your sweet talk, I wonder how many girls have been fooled by you!" After saying that, she turned and lay down
in his arms.
(V)
Shu Han pinched one of her breasts with his five fingers, slowly caressing and kneading it, while
gently rubbing . The flesh in his arms was warm and smooth, with a sweet fragrance. He
secretly regretted that they had met so late, and he loved it like a child who had finally received a new favorite toy, feeling both satisfied and excited. Lily let him touch and rub her breasts, and she
gradually felt itchy again. Her cheeks flushed and her breath became increasingly rapid, causing her plump buttocks to sway incessantly.
She didn't care that Gang Sheng could hear her outside, and her moans grew louder and louder. Her cleaned vulva was once again
overflowing with , soaking wetly.
Shu Han's penis, which had been like a deflated balloon, soft as a layer of leather, was now being relentlessly rubbed by her swaying
buttocks A warm current flowed from his heart, awakening it. Once it reacted, it couldn't be stopped,
like air being pumped into a balloon, slowly swelling. In the blink of an eye, as if by magic, the soft leather transformed into
an iron rod , hardening and thrusting into her cleft. With the help of her vaginal fluid, it slipped unknowingly into her vagina from behind.
Shu Han couldn't stop himself. Fortunately, he was willing to risk his life for his beloved, and the spring breeze once again swept across the Jade Gate Pass. He
lifted one of her thighs, placing it on his waist, and arched his body forward, his penis positioned perfectly between her legs. He then reached forward
and gripped her breasts, using this as leverage, and thrust his hips back and forth. His large, several-inch-long penis
moved nimbly in and out of her vagina, moving in and out with ease. Perhaps due to a natural endowment, his penis was unique:
it erected first, and then during intercourse, the glans grew larger and larger. Although the glans was disproportionately large, it was
a natural gift to women.
Lily's unbearably itchy vagina was instantly filled by the hot, hard cylinder, a pleasure that felt like flying
to heaven ; she forgot even her own name. She skillfully used her strength to tightly grip the penis with her vaginal muscles, making the contact more
intimate and the friction more sensitive, so that when the two of them reached their climax together, they could experience ecstasy and complete ecstasy. Shuhan's penis
was wrapped tightly in her vagina, as if wearing a tailor-made flesh garment, allowing it to thrust
freely and unrestrainedly within the tender tubules, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. The few tender skins at the vaginal opening tightly gripped the base of the penis like rubber bands, making
the penis harder and harder, and the glans also played its special role, growing larger and larger, stretching the vaginal walls, the edges of the flesh
rubbing against the vaginal folds, transmitting endless pleasure to both of them, making them tremble with pleasure.
Lily felt the penis inside her vagina thrusting faster and faster, the glans growing larger and larger, and the speed of the orgasm coming became shorter
and shorter, before one could even be processed, the next followed one after another, feeling unable to cope, and desperately screaming:
"Oh...oh...sweetheart...little brother...you're so amazing...oh...oh...I...
I...oh...I'm going to die...oh...don't stop...harder...yes...oh...I'm
going to cum again!oh...ah...!" She gripped his hands tightly, pressing them hard against her breasts. She
shivered a dozen times before turning her head away, gazing at Shu Han with infatuated eyes, and said weakly, "Why
are you getting more and more excited? You're even better at playing than a young man. You're about to make my little one burst too." Before she could finish speaking, Shu
Han had already moved her body so she was lying face down on the bed. He then lifted her
buttocks with his hands, spreading her thighs wide apart. Her snow-white, plump buttocks, paired with her bright red vulva, were facing him directly
, making him drool. Shu Han couldn't bear to waste time admiring her. He aimed his erect penis at
the small slit and thrust it in forcefully. With one thrust, the lustful fluids that hadn't had time to flow out were squeezed
out with a "squeak," spraying all over his pubic hair, making the dark hair covered with tiny pearl-
like droplets of water, glistening. He held her plump buttocks with both hands, his lower body thrusting incessantly, rubbing his penis until it felt
numb and pleasurable, sending waves of indescribable pleasure to his brain. Sweat soaked his entire body, streaming down his face, only to evaporate with
his hot body heat, dissipating completely. All the strength in his body was concentrated in one movement. Knowing
he was thrusting
thrusting. All her sensory nerves received only one message:
the pleasure coming from her vagina. Everything else was numb; she didn't even notice when Shuhan turned her over. Now she was
lying face up against the ceiling. Shuhan lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders, his calves pushing against the bed.
He held her thighs with both hands, his buttocks rising and falling like waves, his penis continuing the same motion inside her vagina. Lily's
lower body was lifted several inches off the bed as he thrust... With each thrust, she endured the powerful pounding of that large, glans-
like penis, looking pitiful and helpless, her juices flying everywhere.
Shu Han was like a pile driver, seemingly determined to drive that iron pillar into the hole without leaving an inch. As soon as
the penis reached the entrance, he would immediately plunge it in deeply again, leaving no room for retreat, repeating this endlessly.
Despite their thirty-year age difference, like a pear blossom pressing down on a crabapple, one was a young virgin, the other
a seasoned veteran; their cooperation in bed was seamless, without any generation gap. Xiao Bei's juices made a sound,
her thighs pounding against the ground. Their bodies creaked, their mouths gurgled with excitement, and the bed creaked and groaned... The sounds
mingled together, forming a beautiful symphony, rising and falling, melodious and lingering.
Suddenly, the sounds became deafening; the two were reaching their climax, about to reach a
state of and reap the rewards of their hard work. A dizzyingly rapid series of thrusts ensued, and Shu Han's glans
swelled like a balloon filled with excess gas, round and swollen like an American black plum, about to burst; the veins on his penis
bulged and hardened, unprecedentedly erect, constantly... The tingling sensation intensified; Lily's labia minora,
brimming with blood, opened wide, like the mouth of a hungry baby; her clitoris, erect and long
, stretched outwards, covered with spiderweb-like red veins; her nipples turned a deep red, protruding upwards: all
the sensitive areas gathered every drop of pleasure, sending it all to her brain.
In an instant, a sudden numbness enveloped his glans, causing Shuhan to involuntarily arch his back,
followed by a spasm of his muscles, his lower body pressing forcefully against her vulva. In a flash, billions upon billions of life forms...
Like a herd of wild horses released from their dam, the semen surged forth, rushing forward and galloping through the penis into
the warm, moist cradle of pregnancy. Lily's entire body seemed to explode simultaneously, each nerve pulsating rhythmically
. The intense orgasm caused her buttocks to spring up like powerful springs, enthusiastically welcoming
each surge of new blood, absorbing every drop. Her vagina contracted and relaxed relentlessly, sucking
up every last drop of the scalding semen.
As the orgasm subsided, her tense muscles relaxed completely, and
she let out a long, relieved breath, followed by an indescribably comfortable languor, a feeling of inexplicable bliss.
It was like taking a deep breath when your nose is unbearably itchy, then letting out a powerful sneeze to
dispel the discomfort and bring a sense of lightness and pleasure.
The Hong Kong student outside the room was uneasy from the lewd noises emanating from the room. His heart was a jumble of emotions, a mixture of
sweet , sour, bitter, and spicy. He fantasized about a wanton couple on the bed,
their wanton behavior making him restless and agitated. He tried to drown out the noise by turning up the television volume, hoping to bury his head in the sand. But
the light streaming through the crack in the door cast flickering shadows on the wall, like a suggestive
shadow play, constantly reminding him that his beloved girlfriend was being pleasured by another man. His eyes were
on the television, but he couldn't concentrate at all.
After enduring a long ten minutes, Lily emerged from the living room carrying a thin blanket, her face
flushed said to him, "Honey, I'm so sorry! After I've finished dealing with that old man,
I'll take good care of you. Just ask, and I'll do anything. Understand, everything I've done is for you!" Gang
Sheng replied softly, "Even if it's for my own good, don't go to such lengths! It makes me feel so bad."
Lily said somewhat apologetically, "Sweetie, don't be childish. Come on, the chairman said he won't be able to cross the border back to
Hong Kong tonight and will have to sleep here. It's so unfair to you. Just lie on the sofa for the night. A real man can adapt;
make do, okay?" Gang Sheng reluctantly took the blanket.
He lay down on the sofa, his mind racing, unable to close his eyes. It felt like countless insects were biting him, so
he tossed and turned on the sofa, shifting constantly. Unexpectedly, a few moments later, unpleasant
noises erupted from the room—sometimes murmuring, sometimes screaming—disturbing the mind and making it impossible to sleep. Lily's
familiar lewd voices stabbed at his heart like sharp swords, causing him excruciating pain, yet his penis,
uncontrollably erect, seemed to be infected by the urge to join the fray. After a while,
he really wanted to sneak off to the nightclub across the street and find a girl to satisfy himself, but remembering he needed to conserve his "ammunition
" for his wife the day after tomorrow, he gritted his teeth and tried to suppress his desire. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he found a can of cold
beer , took a few big gulps, hoping it would cool him down and help him get through the night.
The people in the room were truly something else; they managed a non-stop, ecstatic battle throughout the long night, their wanton sounds
echoing out into the hallway. Gang Sheng tried to block out the noise even with the blanket over his head, cursing inwardly:
"You old fool, if you're going to be a womanizer, at least wait until I'm in the director's position before you die under the peony!"
The television played a series of Cantonese films and old English movies, but the room still hadn't quieted down. He couldn't help but
admire the chairman's sexual prowess; it was practically superhuman. Finally, as dawn approached, things gradually quieted down, and Gang Sheng
drifted off to sleep, exhausted. When Shu Han woke up, the sun was high in the sky.
He barely moved, his limbs feeling like they were scattered, his whole body aching and
weak. Pulling himself together, he saw that Lily in his arms had also opened her eyes. He got up, took out five
1,000 Hong Kong dollar bills from his purse, and placed them on the dressing table. He said gently to her, "Darling, your sheets are a
complete mess Don't bother washing them; here's a little money to get you a new set. If it's not enough,
just let me know next time, and I'll bring you more. I didn't bring enough today, just consider it a small token!" Lily put the money in
the drawer, saying, "Oh! Boss, you're so generous! Changing sheets doesn't cost that much!
Besides , I'm sleeping with you not because I want your money, otherwise, what kind of person would I be?" " I hope you'll take care
of Gangsheng in the future, then our one-night stand won't have been in vain." He quickly replied, "Of course, of course, I'll take care of him,
and you should take care of me too." Lily rolled her eyes at him, gently pinched his crotch, and said, "You're one to talk
, but last night you almost killed me, and I'm still throbbing down there. I didn't realize you were so good at this
, your skills are even better than a young man's." This made Shuhan grin from ear to ear. While Lily helped him put on
his clothes kissed her on the lips. If he hadn't been in a hurry to get back to the factory to finish the rest of his work, he wouldn't have wanted to
leave at all.
After he finished washing up in the bathroom, Lily went to the living room to wake Gangsheng, served him for a while, and then watched
the two of them leave together.
Back at the factory, both men buried themselves in their work, acting as if nothing had happened, until the evening
bell rang. Shuhan quietly approached Gangsheng and whispered, "Lily's cooking is truly superb;
the dishes she made yesterday were unforgettable. Besides, there's still half a bottle of liquor left. Tonight, I'd like to have dinner at your place
again , and we can all finish it. Give her a call so she can prepare." Gangsheng thought to himself:
What's the real intention behind this? It's just an excuse to spend some more time with Lily. Looks like
he'll be spending the night at home again. Occupying someone else's place—will he have to stay on the sofa again? Screw you! He
replied , "Okay! But I just got a long-distance call from Hong Kong saying there's a problem with an order and I need to go back and follow up
. I'll call you back, but I won't be home for dinner." Shuhan quickly answered, "Oh dear! What bad timing! You'd
better hurry back, business is important. I'll take care of Lily for you, don't worry!" Gangsheng thought to himself: Take care of
my ass ! You've even taken over the bedroom duties, what place am I supposed to put in? He replied aloud, "Then please, please!
I'll find a chance to drink with you properly when I get back to Hong Kong!"
On the train, Gangsheng tried his best to shake off his unpleasant mood, wanting to get home quickly and be intimate with his wife.
On one hand to make up for the embarrassing situation caused by his poor performance the day before yesterday, and on the other hand, he wanted to imagine his wife as Lily,
and himself as the chairman, transferring the desire he couldn't express with Lily to Shiwei, and regaining
the sense of conquest that had been suppressed in his heart. He hoped that when he had sex with Shiwei, he would be as vigorous as he was with Lily yesterday, and that his wife's vagina...
His penis was filled with his semen; maybe this time it would hit the mark, and he could become
a father . The more he thought about it, the happier he became, and he even felt the train was moving too slowly.

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