She has a lot of vaginal fluid.

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The small bedroom was filled with a seductive glow.

Rongjie's legs were still tightly wrapped around my waist, our lower bodies pressed together, my thick, engorged penis still deep inside her vagina.

Rongjie had been stripped naked, lying there like a lamb, ready to be devoured. Her chest was snow-white, her breasts full and round, not large, but just the right size to be held in one hand. At the tips of her breasts, two tiny, pink nipples adorned her, clearly untouched by many hands. My wife's breasts, after years of being ravaged by my daughter and me, had become firm, large, and dark in color.

I always unconsciously compared Rongjie to my wife. I always strangely thought they were very similar, even though they looked different, had different personalities, and were different in every way, I firmly believed they were identical. Years later, I slowly realized it was because I was always so relaxed, so natural, and so in sync with both of them.

Seeing Rongjie's beautiful breasts, her trembling nipples, I eagerly pounced on her, opening my mouth wide to devour them. Her small breasts, already hard, slid along my gums under the teasing touch of my tongue.

Rongjie stretched out her arms, passing them behind my head, pressing my head against her breasts, calling out, "Harder... ah... ah..." Her buttocks began to rise and fall gently, guiding my glans to her clitoris.

I lifted my head, one hand around her back, the other cupping her chin, and deeply kissed her lips, my thick tongue filling her mouth, wantonly invading. Rongjie enjoyed it, her small, fragrant tongue gently seducing, responding to, and teasing me. In the brief moment I withdrew to rest, she chased after me, letting me suckle, gently biting my lower lip. Then, she retreated timidly, welcoming my even more intense invasion.

I hadn't had sex for two years. With such beauty before me, I couldn't care less about tenderness and affection.

Sister Rong wasn't a virgin; though her vagina was as tight as a young girl's, she was thankfully very wet. I began to thrust in and out without any mercy. Each time, I pulled my entire penis out, leaving only the glans, then forcefully shoved it back in, grinding it against her clitoris before starting the next round. Each time, I gently rotated my hips, slightly changing the angle with each insertion to strive for a completely new experience.

Sister Rong's mouth was blocked by me, and her vagina was being penetrated; she was experiencing extreme pleasure but couldn't make a sound, only whimpering. Her legs were stretched straight, her buttocks swaying, responding to my thrusts. Each time I pulled out, her buttocks, which had risen, were forcefully thrust back onto the bed.

The speed gradually increased, and I started to feel breathless. Perfect, Sister Rong had such a beautiful voice; it would be a shame not to hear her moan.

As soon as I released her mouth, a torrent of sound burst forth: "Ahhhhh... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to die... Ahhhhh..."

I held her waist, pinning her buttocks to the bed, and then began to thrust deeply and rapidly.

My glans scraped against Rong's tender vulva, turning it inside out, and copious amounts of vaginal fluid flowed out, soaking the entire area, flowing over her anus, and onto the bed, quickly wetting the whole place.

This woman was truly made of water. My wife didn't produce much vaginal fluid; usually, even in the heat of passion, it would only wet her buttocks, rarely flowing onto the bed. While I'd been with other women who produced a lot of vaginal fluid, none were like Rong. I even wondered if she had urinated. After

a few minutes of vigorous thrusting, Rong's vagina gradually tightened. And now, with each thrust, I could hit that tender flesh deep inside her vulva. The sensation became clearer and clearer; that flesh started hard, then softened, slowly, with each impact of my glans, it seemed to tear open, as if opening a small mouth, sucking at my glans with each thrust. Gradually, with deeper thrusts, it felt as if half of my glans was already enveloped by that little mouth.

Sister Rong was already somewhat dazed from being fucked. She shook her head and cried out loudly, "Darling...want me...ahhhhhh...so deep...ahhh...I can't take it anymore..."

Sister Rong's orgasm came again. I thrust my penis deep inside her, feeling her climax.

This time her body trembled slightly, moaning softly, her vagina gripping my penis tightly, her little mouth wrapped around half of my glans, wriggling and releasing warm, lustful fluid. As the orgasm ended, that little mouth slowly retreated, the sucking sensation disappeared, replaced by the tip of her tongue gently pressing against my urethral opening, or my urethral opening pressing against her.

I comfortably thrust my penis forward. Rongjie, her climax fading, gave me a sidelong glance with her large, watery eyes: "You rascal...don't move..."

Of course, I wouldn't listen to her. I tightened my hips, letting my penis throb inside her, then kneaded her breasts, teasing her: "Which little slut made me go harder just now?"

Perhaps hearing the words "little slut," Rongjie's pussy tightened, and she said, "You stinky rascal."

Although Rongjie was cursing me, her eyes were filled with tenderness and affection. My heart fluttered. Rongjie gently pulled me into her arms, her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my back, clinging to me like an octopus. She rubbed her delicate face against mine, whispering in my ear, "You stinky rascal...I love you..."

My desire rose again.

I licked her earlobe, teasing her: "Little slut, what are we doing?"

Sister Rong snorted and hugged me tighter: "I don't know... I won't say..."

I gently turned my butt, my hard cock pressing against her cunt, and commanded her: "Tell me!"

Sister Rong drawled out an "oh," protesting: "You rascal... I won't say... oh..." But soon, Sister Rong surrendered to my relentless onslaught, saying in a coquettish voice: "You rascal... oh, so hard... I'll tell you... I'll tell you... we're making love..."

"And what else?" I looked up, staring into her eyes.

Rongjie's face flushed red, overwhelmed with shyness. After stammering for a while, she finally whispered, "Sex..."

I chuckled, thrusting hard twice, and said, "I'm fucking you, fucking your cunt... Say it once..." Rongjie raised her fist and punched my chest a few times, finally yielding to my fierce gaze: "You... Feng... you're fucking me... your big cock is fucking my cunt..."

Rongjie's obedience exceeded my expectations. I kissed her hard as a reward: "Say it a few more times, and I'll fuck you until you don't want to anymore..."

Hearing the lewd words, Rongjie's wet vagina began to pulsate.

"You filthy scoundrel, I don't want to..."

After a pause, Rongjie said in a coquettish voice, "You're fucking me... your big cock is fucking my cunt..." After saying that, a layer of mist appeared in Rongjie's eyes, making her look hazy.

"You're fucking me... your big cock is fucking my cunt..."

"You're fucking me... your big cock is fucking my cunt..."

"You want me... you're on top of me... you're riding me... ah... I'm so embarrassed... Feng... am I good to ride? Do you like riding me?"

Sister Rong said so many lewd things in one breath, which aroused my cock to grow even bigger, filling all her gaps. Sister Rong felt it, twisting her buttocks and moaning, and suddenly said: "You're ruining me..."

I was stunned, just thinking what she was saying? Is this a love confession? Sister Rong looked at me coquettishly and added: "I like you ruining me..."

I could no longer hold back, my big cock was painfully swollen. Sister Rong's wet cunt was enticing her, and her little mouth was surfacing again. She twisted her buttocks, happily and passionately anticipating my arrival with a storm.

Of course I couldn't disappoint her, I started thrusting hard, nine shallow thrusts and one deep thrust, three shallow thrusts and one deep thrust, gradually, I didn't care about any technique anymore, only the rhythm of the motor remained. The hard penis swept over her tender flesh, the large glans scraping against her vaginal walls, and streams of vaginal fluid were drawn out, scattering everywhere.

After the teasing, Sister Rong had let loose. She writhed, moaning with pleasure, inspiring, enticing, and drawing me in.

"Ahhh... Feng... your cock is so big... so hard... kill me... all the way in... fuck me to death... I can't take it anymore..."

"My cunt is finished... oh oh oh oh... it's killing me..."

"Slow down... oh... fuck me faster..."

"I love you... Feng... my cunt... I can't take it anymore..."

I reached my climax too. Every glans was tightly enveloped by her flower core, sucking desperately. The surging pleasure surged up and down my spine, finally converging at one point.

I panted and said, "I'm going to cum, please!"

Sister Rong trembled all over, looking like she was about to come too. Hearing my words, she immediately said seductively, "Feng, please! Ahhh... cum inside me, cum inside my cunt, cum to death..."

"Ah—"

With a long cry from Sister Rong, I thrust hard into her flower core and began to ejaculate. My big cock throbbed powerfully, spraying into that swallowing little mouth in spurts. Perhaps it had been too long since I'd released, but I couldn't stop myself, ejaculating again and again, endlessly.

I ejaculated twice, and then Sister Rong came too. The familiar tight grip returned as expected, but this time it was different. With each ejaculation, her contractions felt like sucking, with a suction force, trying to drain me away.

Sister Rong's buttocks began to tremble rhythmically again, and she moaned softly, accepting the nourishment.

After our climax, we embraced intimately.

Sister Rong lay on her side in my arms with her back to me, my right hand passing under her neck, holding her, playing with her smooth breasts. My other hand was around her hips, pressing her slightly arched buttocks against me. One of her legs was raised and placed back on mine. Between her legs, in a messy place, my penis was still inside her wet, horny pussy.

Perhaps because it had been too long since I'd had sex, after ejaculating, I didn't become limp, but remained half-erect inside Sister Rong's vagina, so I simply didn't pull out.

We lingered, whispering sweet nothings, our voices mingling.

Sister Rong told me that she had fallen in love with me at first sight five years ago.

I immediately said that was impossible. I knew my own situation well: I'm 175cm tall, average-looking, not wealthy, and lack talent. Of course, I'm not being self-deprecating; I certainly have my strengths. But my strengths only become apparent through long-term interaction. Love at first sight is definitely not something that will happen to me.

Sister Rong sighed and said, "You are my destined nemesis. We can't meet; once we do, it'll be unstoppable."

It turned out that eight years ago, my wife, An Nian, joined their company. Initially, they didn't interact much. Sister Rong was more mature and stable, while An Nian was more mischievous and playful around acquaintances.

Perhaps it was fate, but through their ordinary interactions, they gradually became close, eventually becoming inseparable best friends.

That's where things went wrong.

The topic of marriage and relationships naturally started with Sister Rong, since she was single.

Rongjie had a boyfriend in college; they dated for over a year before breaking up. This guy was also the one who took her virginity. Later, Rongjie told me, "Don't take it to heart. He wasn't as old as you, and we didn't have sex many times."

Her second boyfriend was a colleague after graduation; they only dated for three months. Apparently, he was a weirdo, and their values clashed drastically, so they broke up.

After that, she went on several blind dates, but none

of them worked out. These intimate conversations between her and her girlfriends revolved around the same topics; there was always give and take. As time went on, An Nian naturally started telling Rongjie about our family life, mostly ordinary little things—some happy, some sad. Rongjie said they were trivial but warm.

Don't get the wrong idea, everyone. I later repeatedly confirmed with Rongjie that they hadn't actually discussed sex. The only thing I could recall was An Nian saying that their sex life was quite harmonious.

Rongjie said, "You know what? Before I even met you, I felt so familiar with you, like we were old friends."

Actually, she didn't know, and I didn't know at the time, that the "me" she knew from An Nian wasn't a friend at all. The "me" An Nian spoke of was her lover. Rongjie was chasing after An Nian's shadow, empathizing with An Nian's unconscious descriptions.

This is why I felt they were similar; they liked the same kind of man and were attracted to the same kind of man.

When Rongjie realized her mistake, it was too late.

The wheel of fate turned, and An Nian formally introduced Rongjie to me.

Rongjie was stunned when she saw me.

She thought she was meeting her best friend's husband, a man she knew very well, every aspect of his life. She thought she was just meeting a new friend, until the moment we met.

I said they would be attracted to the same kind of man.

This world is truly amazing; I also felt she was very familiar, just like An Nian.

Rongjie said, "From that time on, I was tormented. I dared not see you, dared not think of you."

"I once thought of taking you away."

"I even tested the waters."

"But, An Nian and I got closer and closer, and I became afraid. I was afraid of losing her, and even more afraid of losing you."

"Later, I realized that this was destiny, and I would stay by your side for the rest of my life."

"I rejected everyone, I declared myself single."

"Whether you know it or not, I will remain chaste for you."

"Even if it's like this for the rest of my life, I will not regret it."

"Then, An Nian left."

"I was even secretly happy."

"After the happiness, I slapped myself hard."

"I come to see you every month."

"I miss you so much, but I dare not."

I didn't know that Rongjie lived such a humble life in this relationship.

I held her naked and warm body tightly, gently kissing her cheek. Rongjie stopped crying; she had vented all her grievances.

She said, "I'm so happy."

I decided to ease the tension and asked, "What's so happy about it?"

Rongjie blushed instantly, giving me a sidelong glance with a flirtatious look, and said, "You scoundrel...you're so annoying..."

I suddenly remembered something and asked her, "Then give me a derogatory word? Do I sound like a thug?"

Rongjie chuckled, her face turning even redder: "You don't just sound like one, you *are*...ah..." I gave Rongjie a hard squeeze on her breast, and she gasped.

After a short pause, Rongjie suddenly asked, "Feng, am I...very...despicable?"

I gently massaged her fair breasts, comforting her, "How could I? I like women who are derogatory in bed. Preferably both slutty and cheap."

Rongjie hummed, her body trembling slightly, as if aroused.

After a while, Rongjie whispered, "When I was little, I saw the word 'despicable' in a book. Later, I learned its meaning, and I've always thought that word is so...pornographic."

I laughed and said, "Then aren't 'penis' and 'slutty pussy' pornographic?"

Sister Rong gave a soft, seductive hum in protest: "It's erotic too, but it's different. These words are too impactful, unlike some words that leave a lingering impression. In my heart, there's actually more..." Sister Rong seemed to realize she had said the wrong thing, stopped talking, closed her eyes shyly, and even her vagina trembled.

I asked her curiously, "What did you say?"

Sister Rong shook her head frantically, "I won't say."

After a while, Sister Rong seemed to have made a great decision, opened her eyes and looked at me, saying, "Feng..."

Looking at her charming appearance, I pinched her chin, kissed her hard, and said, "Change your address."

Sister Rong excitedly exclaimed, and whispered, "Husband...husband..."

"Yes," I answered loudly, and then said, "Quickly, what did you just say?"

Sister Rong's voice trembled, "Playing..."

"Huh?!!!"

Sister Rong's face turned bright red, obviously extremely embarrassed: "Husband...husband, you played with me, you...you will always play with me, I...I will only let you play with me...If you don't play with me anymore...I...I...I can't live anymore...Ah...so hard...it's so big..."

Hearing her sweet words, the penis that was inserted into her vagina suddenly grew bigger. I really didn't know that the word "play" was so important to her. I don't know if it was the word itself that aroused me, or Rong-jie's charming, soft, and seductive posture, or both, but anyway, I'm now virile again, eager to enjoy this little beauty.

Rong-jie was incredibly excited by my engorged penis. This wasn't penetration; it was a full-blown orgasm. My penis stimulated and squeezed the walls of her vagina, filling the gaps. Rong-jie breathed heavily, arching her buttocks back to facilitate my intrusion.

"Husband, play with me... I'm yours... play with me as much as you want..."

That night, we made love until 2 a.m., I ejaculated three times, and then I held Rong-jie, who was now completely limp and her vagina a mess, and we fell into a deep sleep.

That night, I slept very soundly.

[The End]

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