A union of a poor boy and a glamorous woman

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The summer of 1997, an unforgettable summer. What I remember is not only the sweltering heat of that summer, but also a romantic encounter that will forever be etched in my heart.
It was a sweltering and humid evening, just like any other. I ate beef noodles alone at a street stall and, as usual, headed towards the dance hall on the street. I can dance, but I rarely dance in dance halls; I went there to escape the heat. I didn't have a job, and I lived in the factory where I used to intern.
It's so hot in the dorm, I just want to go crazy.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The same group of people were in the dance hall, the familiar melodies, the familiar faces, and I was still sitting in my usual spot. But the tranquility was shattered in an instant. Two women—if I remember correctly, they practically barged in—were panting heavily when they sat down next to me. I later realized they were probably nervous because it was their first time at a dance hall. I gave them a slightly disgusted look, because they had clearly interrupted my enjoyment of the beautiful dances on the dance floor, and since there was no one else at my table, they should have asked if anyone was there before sitting down. However, I noticed that one of the women sitting next to me was probably a young woman. She was unexpectedly beautiful, tall and slender, with fair skin, and her charming oval face seemed to carry a hint of melancholy. What captivated me most were her two tiny front teeth, which were quite adorable. The other woman was probably a girl, but she was rather unattractive. That made sense, didn't it? A beautiful woman is best complemented by someone less attractive.
And so the story begins. Those who know me know I'm a somewhat introverted person; though my heart is filled with malice, I never show it on the surface. I turned back to continue my appreciation, no longer looking at them. But to my surprise, at the end of one song, the young woman took the initiative to ask me, "Hi, can you dance? What are you doing here if you can't dance?" Her eyes were full of expectation. I suppressed the rapid pounding of my heart, and well, I clearly saw another woman swallow.
The music started, and I naturally took her hand. Strangely, my palms were sweaty in this cool place. Even stranger, she really couldn't dance. After teaching her the steps, I asked, "Is this your first time here?" "Yes." "No." "No." "Come often then. Dancing is quite nice." A clear yet natural seduction. But she didn't answer.
After a while, she said, "I ran away because I had a fight with my husband. He's always going out dancing and makes me stay home with the kids. It's so annoying." I looked around warily. He usually goes to the dance hall near the park. "Who's that person?" I tilted my head towards the unattractive woman. "Oh, that's the driver's sister, the cook." I was completely confused. I didn't ask. The song ended, and the next one was a slow waltz. What should I do? Should I make a move, or wait and see if you'll still teach me? "Sure," I said casually. The music started, and the lights would go out in thirty seconds. Usually, we dance this way after the lights go out, but today was different. I took her hand and, ignoring the insincere stares of the crowd, started teaching her to dance. Gradually, her eyes became blurry. More people gathered around, and gradually, wicked thoughts became clearer. "Why is it so dark? It's supposed to be like this. Look, everyone else is embracing." There was no reply.
The piece was probably about ten minutes long. I should wait a few minutes before making my move, so as not to scare her away. I tightened my grip slightly, drawing us closer. Six or seven minutes passed, and there was no sign of resistance. I suddenly released her hands, quickly slipping my arms under her armpits to encircle her back. Then, with a little force, I pulled her into my embrace. There might have been a slight resistance; she hesitated for only half a second before obediently burying her face in my chest. I reassured her, saying that's how it always goes, it's nothing. There was no reply. I held her tighter and tighter, and I could even clearly hear her breathing. I loosened my grip slightly and gently pressed my lips to her ear. "Sister, you're so beautiful. Can I kiss you?" There was no reply; she just buried her head even closer. I kissed her lightly on the ears, neck, and forehead, while the dance floor reached its climax, filled with women's moans and even screams. (To this day, I still wonder how that slightly helpless, pleading scream came about—was it from her hands? For a time, I even felt sorry for it. Later, a friend said it was deserved, nothing to pity, and I didn't agree.) I hugged her tighter, trying to lift her breasts higher to press them closer to my chest. I think I could feel her heartbeat, and she must have felt the hardness of my erection. Finally, I gently kissed her lips. There was no resistance. I couldn't go any further, I told myself. I savored the faint sweetness of her lips and asked her, "You really won't come again?" "Will you come tomorrow?" she asked eagerly. "Oh, the day after tomorrow, I have to go on a business trip tomorrow, I'm busy." I used this as a strategic retreat, trying to win her over with my stomach. "Then you must come the day after tomorrow, okay? I'll come too."
As I left the dance hall, I offered to see her off, but she begged me not to, saying her husband would beat her if he saw her. "Okay, okay, I'm off then. Don't forget the day after tomorrow." "I won't." The unattractive woman next to me clearly smiled. And the young woman clearly pinched the unattractive woman.
The next day I went to the dance hall as usual, and she really didn't come. I enjoyed a cool evening, quietly and eagerly waiting for the next night to arrive.
On the third day, I sat in my usual spot, but this time facing the opposite door. After greeting a few acquaintances, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared. She was tall and slender, wearing a sheer dress that subtly revealed her bra. She had clearly dressed up specially for the day, perhaps even wearing some powder, making her face appear even whiter. I so wanted to take a bite! She walked straight towards me. I stood up to wait for her, but one of my acquaintances pulled me back inappropriately, asking, "Hey, is she your new girlfriend?" with a sly grin. I ignored her. She smiled at me when she reached my side and sat down next to me.
Let's sit on the side. It's quieter there; actually, there are couple's sofa seats next to it. It's just more secluded. I took her hand and walked over amidst the envious glances of acquaintances nearby.
At 7:45, the dance floor sprang up precisely on time. But we remained languishing on the sofa, not moving. I boldly pulled her close, placing one hand on her chest. A dress—why a dress? So annoying to lift up, sigh. Finally, the slow waltz began. She seemed unable to contain herself any longer, leaning her head closer. Damn, why didn't the lights dim today? It felt like an eternity before they slowly went out. A passionate kiss, and more passionate kisses. If there were no clothing to cover her, I would have kissed her from head to toe. While kissing her, I lowered one hand to lift her skirt, while her other hand reached out to block it, seemingly adding to the spice. After several rounds, I finally lifted it up. I stroked her leg—wow, so smooth and cool. I wished I could keep touching her like this until I died. But how could that be? The exercise had to continue. With her other hand, she caressed her breasts outside her skirt. Through a layer of light gauze and thin cotton, her breasts appeared even more vivid and full.
我不顾一切地将连衣裙撩到她腰部，手伸了进去，哇！真实的乳房。沒有摸过比这更美妙的乳房了，我两手轻轻地捏着她的乳尖，提了一下，她轻微的呻吟了一下，更加令我心旷神怡，沖动的我把整个脸藏在了她的胸口，像一个饿极的婴儿，拼命地乱窜，而她呻吟地更厉害了，听起来有点无助的感觉，我大胆地直接褪下了她的内裤，一摸就知道是那种半透明或透明的……一直褪到她的脚脖子，多么湿润的地方啊，我用一颗中指在中间反復轻轻地搓，一手却更加紧紧地抱着她，吻她，多么软弱的身体啊。过了一会儿，中指摸到上部的小米粒，开始集中一个地方轻轻地转起圈来，呻吟声更加动听了，喘息声也更加粗重了，而令我意外的是，当我抓过她的一只手，按在我蠢蠢欲动的兄弟的上面的时候她却坚决的拿掉了，几次都是这样，我只能放弃。
当我的手指，慢慢地进入，感觉到异常温暖且湿滑的时候，我站了起来，迅速地褪下了自己的裤子，不由分说地将她的两腿分了开来，很自信地顶了进去。一阵长长地呻吟，似乎听到了满足和欲望，沒有多少时间了，快啊。我记忆中我从来沒这么勇勐过，几十次抽插过后，我停了一下，差点就出来了，不甘心的。而她此时一定时闭着眼在享受吧。脸也一定红了吧，我摸了摸她的乳房，更加高耸挺涨。让我沖刺吧！我盡量分开抬高她的腿，两手撑在她腿下，用力顶到最里面，停了半秒左右，随即开始了疯狂的最后三十秒，舞池的呻吟和尖叫声适时的响起了，与我们的呻吟声掺杂在一起。我射到了她的最里面，也分明感觉到了她有节律的抽动。灯慢慢在亮起来，我迅速穿好裤子，她也穿好了裤子，并从随身带的包里拿出一包纸巾，问我厕所在哪里，我指了指方向，她飞快地跑去了，而和她一同跑去的还有四五个女子吧。我突然想起，我刚才看到她的脸仿佛透着一丝桃红，比刚进来的时候更加迷人了……
从舞厅出来，她问我住哪里，我说就那边一个厂的宿舍，你有空来好了！哦，那我回去了，她笑笑对我说。你也回去吧。
真是很奇怪，接下来一个星期吧，我天天去舞厅等她，却再沒来过，我对自己变得很沒信心，可能自己太差了吧，人家玩了一次就不要了。奶奶的。
那天晚上，我和三个同事，其实都是下岗小伙子，在宿舍里搓麻，到十二点结束时我多了一百多块钱，喜滋滋地去沖凉了，也就在宿舍旁的个水龙头上乱洗吧，突然看到楼道那边有个身影，咦，整个三楼的人都在这里啊，还有谁啊，楼道里又沒灯，我也看不清是谁，等走近了，我呆了，是她。我愣了一下，她看到我却一笑转过身去不往前走了，我立刻穿上裤叉，才走到她面前，她头发有点乱，精神可能也不是太好，却更显得楚楚动人，让人怜悯。她很轻却很盼望地说，你有沒有空……还沒听完，我就走回宿舍，取了件衣，拉她下楼了，后面的声音大叫，回来帮我们带点炒牛缐！小子赢了这么，都是我的钱！！！！
出了厂门，她说，和老公吵架了，你陪我好吗，好的，可是我们去哪里呢，先乘车再说啊，一辆ｔａｘｉ很聪明地停在了我们旁边，我开门让她先进去，然后我坐在了她旁边，发现她手里还拿着个塑料袋，不知道是什么。十二点多了，去哪里啊，先到市中心再说吧。车刚开沒一会儿，她突然提出和我换位子，不由我分说，藏到了我身后，还问我那个门口有沒有人，我往外看了下，那边只有一家是私房，其它都是小店，有一个矮壮的男人正站在门口叉着腰，脖子里一根项练好粗啊，那就是她住的地方吗，那就是她老公不会吧，简直是牛粪啊。
我不相信。我说有一个男人在门口，是谁啊，她沒说话。却躲得更紧。都开过了，你怕什么啊，我假装沒看到司机从后镜反射过来偷窥者般的眼光，对她说。她才从我身后出来，头却还是靠在我身上，我也不失时机地搂住了她。快到市中心的时候，我看到路边有个通宵舞厅更闪着诱人的灯光，我闪过一个念头。到市中心下车后，我才知道那个袋子里是钱，怎么不拿个包啊。我想。紧紧地拥着她，她也不说话，我们就这样走了一会儿，她就问我，有什么地方可以去，我假装想了一会儿，说那边可能有个舞厅可能还在营业，要不就去那里坐一会儿吧。她就随我去了。她给我钱买了票，两人刚要走进门，门口的两臭保安说话了，喂！！！自带零食不可以带进去的！！什么你看看清楚，这是零食吗，这是钱！！！！她朝两臭保安扬了扬塑料袋，拉着我往里走，两保安就像两被戳破的汽球。我也狐假虎威地瞪了他们一白眼。
有经验的人一看就知道，这哪是什么舞厅啊，就是个给人偷情的地方，今天是来对地方了，整个舞厅不过七八平米吧，边上一间一间陋开的小包间倒围了一圈。沒有跳舞，却有很多似有似无的声音不知道哪里传过来，我们进了一个小包间，立刻就有一个服务妹推着小车来了，两位要点什么，她把小塑料袋往我手里一塞，随便拿吧。我小心地拿了两瓶矿泉水，还有牛肉干之类的东西，可能要五六十块吧，先生，一共是二百七十块，什么！！！！把我当洋葱斩啊！我操着本地话，她拉拉我，买吧，哦。我打开袋子愣了一下，里面乱七八糟放了好多大票小票，也不知道有多少，你做什么拿这么多钱啊！服务妹走了以后，我拥着她问她。我和老公吵得厉害，随便抓点钱就走了，那个门口的就是你老公吗，是啊，你怎么会嫁个这么……还沒说完，她眼泪就下来了，我老家是ｙ市的，家里穷，兄弟姐妹四个，我最大，他是我我们乡里最有钱的，有一个车队，十几辆卡车，就是自己会御的那种，一天一辆车就挣五百块钱。他看上我给我家里好多钱，我也沒办法。这种事，我书上看多了，真实地却就在旁边。你不知道他脾气非常不好，动不动就打人（一点不懂怜香惜玉，这种女人也打）
还要出去跳舞，特別是……她对着我的耳朵说，他做那个事的时候，从来不考虑我的，就知道自己舒服。不像你……带着眼泪轻轻笑了一下。我心旷神怡地想，我不就是遇到了个怨妇加艷妇嘛！呵呵……上次在舞，做事的时候是在暗里，今天有亮光了，让我好好欣赏你吧。
想着就开始动手摸她，开始她好像沒这个心思，不怎么动情，我轻轻地咬着地的耳垂，用两粒牙轻轻地磨，用舌慢慢地舔她整个耳括，甚至将地整个耳朵含在嘴里，慢慢地她开始配合了，两手也抱住了我。并开始主动吻我脸，我又慢慢地解开她的上衣扣，很轻松地将她的文胸拉了上去，两只小玉兔立刻就蹦了出来，多么白啊，我把其中一只含在嘴里，另外一只用手轻轻地抚摸着，她略微地昂起头挺起胸，以让我更好地享受。轻轻地呻吟随即而起，和着外面曼妙的舞曲，更让我不能自己。沒有想到和她的第一次是在舞厅，第二次仍将发生在舞厅。不知道下次是在哪里了，我暗想到。
今天她穿了件过膝的黑裙，撩起来比上次方便多了，她也相当配合，自己慢慢地就将两腿分开了，我突然好想吻她的妹妹，只是不知道，她会不会反感，试试吧，当我裉下她淡红色内裤到她的脚脖子时，顺势蹲了下去，她轻轻地问，做什么，我沒回答。却将她的腿抬了起来，整个阴部就全露在我脸前了。很少的一小撮阴毛，在阴唇周围更是只有了了数根，阴唇却微闭着，似乎等待着我的开启，舌尖慢慢地靠了上去，她略微抖了一下，沒有反抗。
我想可以开始了吧，先轻轻地在阴唇周围，慢慢地移到中心的细缝，用舌尖挑开细缝，伸了进去，上下移动，她的呻吟声鼓励我不要停，在我时而轻时而重，又时而急时而慢地挑逗之下，她的眼神开始迷离了，甚至当我停下来看她的时候，她的眼睛也只是微微地张开，似乎在问，，怎么停了我又开始挑逗她那微微突起的阴唇最上部的小米，已经充血坚硬了，还是舌尖，混着不多的口水，轻轻地触碰，她开始摇晃了，似乎吃不消我这样的举动，而我更用力地抬着她的腿，用双唇含住了她那美丽充血的阴蒂，一阵颤抖，以及略带哀求的呻吟。我保持了十秒左右，才轻轻地松开。我放下她的腿，开始欣赏她的媚态，她的眼神更加迷离了，脸色也不像刚刚苍白，而像略施薄粉般白里透红，越发显得她的美丽。我托起她的下巴，对她笑了笑，她却把两片唇贴在我的嘴上，轻轻地磨，我稍探出舌尖，她即捕捉到，随即含在嘴里拼命吮吸。差点让我致息。
记得上次，我拉她的手放在我小兄弟上，她死也不肯，那让她为我口交，更加沒希望了。所以我虽然有这个想法，却不敢说出来。干脆做吧，不要乱想了，我褪下我的裤叉，把桌上的东西，全移下来，正准备抱她上去的时候，她却按住了我，同时蹲了下来，我发现她的脸真的好红啊，她问，不脏吧。不脏的，我刚洗过澡啊。我从来沒做过，有点怕，不用怕的，就像吃棒冰一样的啊。你试试啊，不行就不要啦，好吗。好吧。她第一次捧起了我的小兄弟，似乎怕摔坏了似的，小心翼翼，两手托着，还用心地看了看，又看看我，然后闭起了眼睛，伸出了她的小舌头，到底是沒经验，只是乱碰，我又说，你像吃棒冰一样就行了，我怕啊，你那么大。不要全进去啊，能到哪里到哪里。我急啊。她微微张开了嘴，我往前顶了顶，刚进去一点点，她就吐了出来，我急忙说，你就舔外面吧，她象征性地乱舔了几下，就站起来扑在我怀里。好长时间不动。唉，算了，不能勉强。
在抱她上桌子的时候，我在她耳朵边轻轻地说，我们今晚做时间长一点好吗，随你。褪下她的黑裙和内裤，我小兄弟就不客气地顶了进去，温暖立即包裹了小兄弟全身，又衍伸到我的全身，神仙过也不如此吧，人生最美妙的时刻不就是现在吗。我开始了我的抽插。我发现站着真好，可以看到她的表情，也可以看到小弟弟妹妹的动作。使我更加有抽插的欲望。大概弄了，十分钟左右经过了各种抽插磨之后，，我拉起她的手，示意她下来，她可能沒理解。当我将她的身体转过去之后，她好像明白了，很自觉地将上身俯在桌上，而将两只圆圆的屁屁暴露在我的面前。我轻轻地打了一下小屁屁。她却嗯了一声。将小屁屁又往上顶了一下。我对后插是又爱又怕。后插我感觉是最舒服的，却也是最容易泄的。不管它了，反正有的是时间。呆会儿还可以做的。我顶了进去，直到沒根。另外一种异样的感觉瞬时包围了我全身。我不禁啊了声。差点就出来。喘了口气，才敢继续。在做做停停几次后，有次有感觉又要出来，想停的时候，她却肯求说不要停，不要停，好舒服。那就只能出来了，勐烈的几十次抽插过后，我拔了出来，全射到了她的小屁屁上，她过了好长时间才长长地舒了一口气，似乎高潮般。但我知道。这种姿势女的是很难有高潮的。不过舒服也是有的。
重新相拥在怀里。许久都沒有说话，仿佛都在回味刚才的甜美。而睡意也乘机袭来。我们就相拥睡了一会儿。抱着她。我又在想，这般美人抱一辈子又何妨
在四半左右，我们胡乱吃过点零食之后，又着实做了一次，时间虽然不长，但她最后那一次相当撕心烈脾的尖叫，却让整个舞厅仿佛停顿了一秒。然后仿佛多米诺骨牌般。此起彼伏地响起了好几声高声呻吟。使我至今记忆尤新。
接连下了几场雨，闷热的天气才凉爽一点，无所事事的下午，我经常会躺在床上看书，最近正在读凡高传，凡高那穷苦悲惨的一生深深地打动了我。
记得那天下午刚下了一场雷雨，我照例倘在床上。一手拿书，眼睛却打起磕睡来。半梦半醒中，虚掩的门好像动了一下。我含煳地问了声，谁啊门开了，原来是你！我一屁股坐起来。上次和她整夜一起，到今天有半个月了吧，沒想到今天她会来找我。我笑着说，你坐啊。
其实我那个宿舍只有两张床，凳子都在另外一个房间，搓麻用的。我拍拍我的床沿，示意她坐下。今天她穿了件淡绿紧身的无袖上衣，下面是中裤。一双黑红相间的凉拖鞋，衬托着她娇小可爱的小脚，脸庞依旧那么楚楚动人。一双眼睛却只看着地下，并不看我。但我分明从她的眼睛里读到了，她好像有话要对我说。有什么事吗，我轻声问她，沒有啊，就是来看看你在做什么。她回答地很干脆。我知道有事，但她不说，我也不想勉强，日后你总会说的。
我坐起来从后面抱住了她，把头靠在她肩上，轻声软语地说，好想你啊。虚伪得连我自己都想抽自己两嘴巴。而女人最吃这一招。她笑了笑，回过头来吻了我一下，我也想你，才说谎要到超市买东西，来看你。你看我对你好不好。我抱得更紧了，嘴唇在她的脖子上乱亲，趁势把她搂在我身上，而我又躺了下来。她依从地躺在我身上，我毫无顾忌地抚摸她的双乳，虽然隔着衣服，却还是能分明的感觉到她乳房的丰满与骄挺，她轻轻地打了一下我的手，然后把手放在我的手上，我手里依旧不停地抚摸，嘴也含住了她的一只耳朵。模煳不清地说，这几天我真的好想你啊，几次想去找你，却又怕。看不到你，我饭都吃不下了。她又打了一下我的手。
过了一会儿，她搬开我的手，自己却解起上衣扣子来，我却忙中添乱，一只手从她衣服的下摆伸上来，五指放平在她的一只乳房上，另一手从上面捏住了她的另一只乳房，并轻轻地捏住了上面的葡萄，轻轻地挤。她已经支持不住了，解扣子的动作也不禁停了下来，瘫软在我的身上，任我作为了。我帮她把剩下的几粒扣子剥开来，又将她扶起，帮她把外衣和文胸脱了下来，并让她躺倒在床上。她还是娇媚地把头歪在了一边，并微闭起双眼，不看我。我俯下身，将整个脸埋在她乳沟中，像个小孩子般，拱来拱去。她顺从地两手环抱住我的头，细细的呻吟也及时响起了，我不禁心神荡漾，抬头凝神望了望她，随即开始在她脸上乱亲起来，两手也时不时地揉搓她两个丰满高耸的乳房，当嘴唇触碰嘴唇时我用舌尖撬开她微闭的牙齿，撩拨着她的舌头，真的有一股淡淡的甜味，多么美好的味道。我不由分说，将她整个香舌含在了嘴里，自己的舌头也在她的舌头上百般抚慰。在我的引导下，她微微地抬起了下巴，把嘴张得盡量大，两手环住了我的脖子，两只乳房却在我身下，那个爽，真是不言而喻。
而当我准备下一步亲吻她全身时，她的举动却令我感到了吃惊，并欣喜不已。
她示意我睡到旁边，而她则翻身起来，并扒在我身上，头也像我刚才一样，贴到了我的胸前，却还是和以前一样，又闭起了又眼，嘴唇摸索着探到我的乳头，并将它含在了嘴里，又用牙轻轻地磨，我也不禁哼了一声。她却卟哧一声笑了。我又将她的头按了下去，示意她继续，我两只小乳可从来沒有享受过这种待遇啊，竟然不争气地硬了。此时她又伸出她的舌头，在我身上这一下那一下乱亲起来，其实我是个怕痒的人，可是此时此景，只能咬紧牙关了。
After a while, she grabbed my hand again, told me to turn over and lie face down on the bed, and asked what she was going to do next. She pounced on my back and started kissing me randomly, even going down to my armpits. I couldn't resist anymore and twisted my body. She laughed again and started kissing my neck and shoulders. Just as I was gritting my teeth and enjoying it, she suddenly bit my shoulder. Before I could even cry out, her whole body was pressed tightly against my back, preventing me from moving. She brought her face close to my ear and softly asked, "Do you really like me? Really?" "And you?" I asked back. "I like you so much. You're the most considerate person to me." I couldn't remember how I had been considerate to her. Just as I was about to say something, a tear suddenly fell next to my ear, followed by another. A soft sob sounded next to my ear, almost shattering my heart. "What's wrong?" I tried to turn over. She lay down next to me. I hugged her tightly and asked. "It's nothing. Will you always be good to me?" A pair of clear eyes, still brimming with glistening tears, looked at me helplessly and longingly. My heart skipped a beat. For some reason, a line from Tong Ange's song suddenly came to mind: "Your lie is like a tear, dazzling and beautiful, yet heartbreaking."
But these were such real tears. Even I, someone who usually only knows sex and not love, couldn't help but feel moved. "Of course I'll be good to you, don't overthink it." "But I've been married before. I've never considered you to have been married." The words had barely left my mouth when I suddenly felt a surge of fear, trying to reassure myself, "No, no, it won't happen." "Then will you marry me?" Wow, here we go again. This is a very tricky question. Although women usually don't really want to marry you, they just want to see if you're sincere, what if I say yes and she takes it seriously? Wouldn't that be troublesome? But in that situation, how could I bear to say no? Of course I would. "I'll be good to you for the rest of my life." Sweat beaded on my forehead. She smiled again, "I believe you, you're so good." I cupped her head and kissed away the tears in her eyes. She buried her head in my chest, not moving an inch. I placed both hands on her little bottom and started touching it again. Her firm and round bottom was irresistible to me. I unbuttoned her shorts and then pulled them down with my feet. I started caressing her through her lace panties, sometimes even touching her cleft. She immediately twisted her bottom, seemingly unable to take it, and let out a few soft moans.
After a while, I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled down her panties, immediately turned her over, and began kissing her entire body almost frantically. Sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, sometimes biting, sometimes licking, making her gasp and giggle. But as I kissed the outside of her legs and prepared to slowly move towards the center, she grabbed me and whispered, "No, no, I can't take it. Let me do it for you." I was overjoyed, but I wondered if it would be like last time, where she would spit it out as soon as she took it in. I said, "I haven't showered yet." My penis was close to her face, and she cupped it in one hand, gently stroking it with the other. She examined it carefully for a while, then closed her eyes again, just like last time, before slightly opening her mouth to meet my kiss. I pushed my hips forward slightly and then stopped, watching her reaction. Thankfully, she didn't spit it out like last time. She just opened her mouth wider, and her tongue obediently started moving, teasing my glans. A tingling, numb sensation washed over me, and I couldn't help but groan. To be honest, I love it when women give me oral sex; I find it more pleasurable than intercourse. Slowly, I started thrusting, initially very slowly, gradually increasing the speed. My penis moved in and out of her mouth, and because of the wetness, it seemed even thicker than usual, the veins bulging.
I was scared just watching. I thrust in and out of her mouth fifty or sixty times in a row, then, afraid she couldn't take it, I pulled out. She gasped. She grabbed my penis and examined it closely, seemingly surprised by the change. Then she looked at me shyly, and I smiled. She pulled me down, making me lie on top of her. I knew what was going on. I parted her legs; it was already vaguely wet, and the few pubic hairs seemed to be damp with dew. I gently placed one hand on her lower abdomen, stroking it lightly. Gradually, I moved down, parting her labia with my index finger, then inserting my middle finger into her wetness. After gently probing inside a few times, she pinched me, clearly dissatisfied, telling me to go in immediately.
When my erect penis was fully inserted, a long, long-awaited moan echoed in my ears. With each thrust, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, the moan rose and fell, sometimes pleading, sometimes wailing. Sometimes it was alluring, sometimes furrowed. I raised her legs to allow for deeper penetration and to better appreciate the beauty of our union. With each thrust, I could even see the delicate, pink flesh of her vaginal opening, and her juices were often drawn out, slowly flowing down her buttocks. I freed one hand and gently pressed my index finger against her clitoris. Under the dual stimulation of my thrusting and caressing, she couldn't resist. She desperately pressed her hand against mine, trying to stop me from moving, which seemed to intensify her clitoral pleasure. Her body writhed violently a few times, her moans turning into howls, and then suddenly her whole body went limp like noodles, and she stopped moving. My glans felt like it was burned, and my whole penis was squeezed painfully. I put her legs down and thrust in desperately. Her juices even splashed onto my legs, and she hugged me tightly. Just before I came, I pulled out and brought my penis to her chest. Oh! My millions of little lives lay on her chest, on her breasts, in her cleavage, and even the first few thrusts reached her neck...
After showering, we cuddled and fell asleep. We whispered sweet nothings to each other, and after about an hour, she suddenly woke up, asking me what time it was. I checked my phone and said it was still early, a little after three. But she jumped up and said, "I have to go. My husband will be suspicious; it's taken me so long shopping." She started getting dressed, and I watched her lazily, yet inexplicably felt a pang of attachment, reluctant to let her go. I took her hand and hugged her. She hugged my head, showering me with kisses, and said, "Will you see me to the factory gate?" Okay.
We walked out of the factory gate hand in hand. She stopped and looked at me, I remember staring at me very intently. Her expression was indescribable. Then she waved to me, smiled slightly, and said, "I'm leaving, you go back." Oh, I was so dumbfounded. I don't know if it was because there were tears in her eyes or because the afternoon sun was too strong, but I seemed to see a light flickering in her eyes…
Another week passed, but she never came back. It was really strange. What was going on? Several times I deliberately rode my bike past her place, but the door was always locked. Until one day, I noticed a piece of paper pasted next to the door. It said "For Rent/Sale," with a phone number. I was stunned. I stopped and pretended to buy fruit, then asked the owner, "Isn't this house occupied? Why is it available for rent?" "Oh, it was temporary. There was a construction site here, and now that it's finished, they've moved to a new one elsewhere. They've been gone for about a week. You know what, that woman is really beautiful." She smiled enviously as she said this, but I was speechless.
It was very strange; after she left, I had no desire for three or four months. It was as if I had become impotent. It wasn't until half a year later that I slowly recovered, and the wolfish glint returned to my eyes.

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