【Passionate Undercurrents Series: Wife's Incest】(5-6) Author: Yi Ming

Author: Yiming
Word Count: 9472

(5) Wild Youth

When I first started using a smartphone, I wanted to take some revealing photos of Xinyan, but she refused
.

Xinyan is actually quite fond of taking photos. Whenever she buys new clothes or goes to scenic spots, she will ask me to
take a few pictures of her. She has a good sense of the camera and is very photogenic. I have always wanted to buy a good SLR camera to properly
record her youth, but unfortunately, I am short of money and have never been able to afford it.

A few years ago, we went to a water park, and I secretly took a few pictures of her in a bikini with my phone.
Later, she found out and forced me to delete them all. That time, she noticed my displeasure and immediately said to me that
I could see her every day when I got home, and I could see her however I wanted to be naked. She also said that she hoped I would like her as a real person,
not as in the photos.

"What will you do when you're old?"

"Then you'll have to love the old me!"

"We need to keep some mementos of our youth, right? I even want to take some pictures of you naked."

"Oh, what are you thinking?"

"What's wrong with that? Lots of husbands take these kinds of pictures of their wives."

"Don't talk nonsense. What woman would let someone take those kinds of pictures?

It's so embarrassing." "What's so embarrassing about that? You've been naked in front of me plenty of times. I've
looked seen you feel embarrassed."

"Well, that's different. Looking is fine, but taking pictures is different."

"What's the difference? A picture is just a still image of what people see, isn't it?"

"I want you to use your brain to take pictures of me, so no one can take them away. If these kinds of pictures get out,
how can I face anyone?"

Xin Yan definitely didn't think carefully when she said that. Her last point sounded reasonable, but it was the one I
couldn't . Indeed, many women have become victims of these kinds of leaked photos, and many of them were
deliberately spread by the people who were once closest to them. Conversely, if a woman in a close relationship resolutely refuses to have
such , could it be interpreted as her not recognizing the strength and longevity of the relationship, and
having an excessive self-protective awareness of the hidden dangers within intimacy?

Isn't marriage one of the most dangerous relationships in human nature? Thus, some of the methods men use to satisfy their possessiveness
often fail in such relationships. Since then, I haven't made any more futile attempts.

What exactly made Xin Yan finally not mind facing the camera naked, especially in front of men
other than ? Was she simply ashamed of being photographed?

When I clicked on the first picture in "Wild Youth," there were only Dawei and Meiying in the photo. Dawei was kneeling on one knee, his
hands stretched straight towards Meiying, as if trying to grab something, his face showing a screaming expression. Meiying, with her back to the camera
, leaned in the opposite direction from Dawei, using one elbow to prop her upper body up from the ground. She turned her head to look at the man,
extending her other hand as if beckoning Dawei. Although only her profile was visible, her longing was
palpable . Both were completely naked. Dawei, naked, faced the camera sideways, his outer
thigh perfectly concealing his genitals. Meiying's open armpits revealed not a trace of her breasts.

The photographer had designed the image to be very subtle for the viewer, yet incredibly explicit for the two characters. Only
a married couple could pose like this, I thought to myself as I randomly clicked on the next picture.

Another man and woman were in the exact same pose as in the previous one.

Could that be Xinyan? I couldn't believe I'd mistaken this woman for Xinyan. I quickly
closed my eyes tightly and examined the photo again. The male character in the picture was clearly the same male model from before,
and the female character's profile—smooth forehead, straight nose, bright eyes, delicate cheeks, moist lips, and
small chin—was all Xin Yan's, only her yearning expression wasn't as natural as Mei Ying's.

To be honest, Xin Yan's level of exposure in the "Beach Swimsuit" set had already surprised me quite a bit, but she wasn't
bold teardrop-shaped breasts, light brown areolas and nipples, and even more
strikingly, the bushy, shiny black hair on her lower abdomen, were all now within the male model's line of sight.

The study, which wasn't air-conditioned, suddenly became inexplicably hot, and I hurriedly clicked on the next picture. In the picture, Mei
Ying was still lying on the ground with her back to the camera, supporting her body with one hand, while the other hand stretched diagonally upwards, trying to grab
Da Wei who was running forward from behind. Both of them were still completely naked. Although they skillfully concealed their private
parts from the camera again, Dawei's genitals should be clearly visible from Meiying's angle.

I found this way of teasing the audience quite unique, and quickly clicked on the next picture. Xinyan was once again
lying on the ground like Meiying, while the handsome man displayed a more dynamic running posture than Dawei. The woman's body curves were soft, and
the male model's muscles were taut, especially the strong lines on his legs as he pushed off the ground and lifted them up. It was undoubtedly
a work of art with perfect composition and posture.

If a woman's private parts could be covered with tape, how should a man's genitals be handled?

Anyway, Xinyan had already peeked into the handsome man's swim trunks in the picture, but at least she hadn't completely exposed herself. Could there be anything
more outrageous? I thought to myself and clicked on the next picture. I saw Dawei kneeling on one knee, just like in the first picture, reaching out to
grab Meiying's ankle. Meiying lay on her side with her back to the camera, one leg slightly bent, her
ankle held by Dawei. Her other leg was bent and draped in front of her, as she turned her head to gaze
tenderly at Dawei's affectionate face.

In the next shot, Xinyan and Meinan posed in the same way, their slender waists and shapely hips forming
an exaggerated pear shape in the center of the frame. The fullest part of that white pear projected perfect semi-circles to both sides,
the two arcs meeting at the tailbone, the pointed ends just wide enough not to reveal their dark
skin to the camera. Meinan looked at Xinyan's bulging vulva with deep affection, while Xinyan looked at
Meinan's magnificent erection with equal tenderness.

Beads of sweat began to roll down my forehead and neck. I had never imagined Xinyan would pose in front of the camera displaying her female
genitalia; I had always thought she was particularly ashamed of exposing her private parts in the light. The previous attempts to take
nude photos of her were limited to normal nude photography. Although many women share photos online that are even more indecent than
nudity , how can Xin Yan be compared to those kinds of women?

I wiped the sweat from my face with my left hand, while my right hand continued clicking the mouse steadily towards the next photo.
The following photos were all alternating: one featuring Meiying and Dawei, the next Xinyan and Meinan posing in the same way.
The people in the photos maintained a subtle distance from the camera, yet the level of exposure and the angles of their gazes
grew increasingly daring.

"Damn it, just look, it won't hurt," I thought to myself, closing my eyes and
stubbing out my half-burnt cigarette in the ashtray. To be honest, the composition of these photos was
aesthetically pleasing, and the way they used human imagination to create a provocative effect was quite unique. It seems that
Xinyan isn't averse to nudity in front of the camera as long as she can artistically express her sexiness. This also suggests that her reluctance
to let me photograph her nude back then was probably just because she worried that my amateurish approach would make her appear more wanton than beautiful.

The next photo showed Dawei kneeling on one knee, facing the camera sideways. Meiying faced the camera, her arms crossed over her chest,
her hands hooked around her neck, and she sat with her legs together on Dawei's horizontal thigh, turning her head 90 degrees to
look him in the eye.

The next picture showed Xinyan sitting on the handsome man's lap, her long, wavy hair slightly disheveled. The handsome man, like
Dawei had one hand on the woman's thigh. Unlike Dawei and Meiying, Xinyan's soft curves and
fair skin contrasted sharply with the handsome man's hardness and dark complexion.

Xinyan's legs were noticeably more tightly closed than Meiying's, as if she was trying to keep her private parts suspended in the air from touching
the man 's skin. Although I insisted that they would use some method to protect her private parts, I still cursed
the photographer's absurdity in my heart. Little did I expect that the next picture would immediately bring me to the brink of collapse.

Dawei was still in the same position, but Meiying was straddling his horizontal thigh with her legs spread apart.

The same action was shown in Xinyan's picture; although her face was half-lowered, I could still see that her cheeks were flushed.
In the image
Most of her weight was pressed against the man's bare thighs through her private parts.

The sensitivity of a woman's delicate area is self-evident; even through protective coverings, a man's leg skin
wouldn't be as sensitive. I tried to reassure myself, but the image of Xin Yan's overflowing desire stubbornly
surfaced in .

In the next image, Mei Ying stood facing the camera, her entire body exposed, being embraced from behind by Da Wei. One of the man's
arms was pressed against her chest, his hand naturally resting on one of her breasts, while his other hand pressed against her lower abdomen.
Mei Ying's slightly upturned face was glazed with unfocused eyes. She reached behind her and wrapped her arms around Da Wei's waist, seemingly wanting
his lower abdomen pressed tightly against her buttocks.

Xin Yan and the handsome man repeated the actions of Da Wei and Mei Ying as always. Dark, muscular arms, like two black pythons
, tightly coiled around Xin Yan's fair body. One arm gripped her teardrop-shaped breasts tightly,
squeezing the already rounded lower part like two peeled hard-boiled eggs. To accommodate the male model's tall stature and long legs, Xin Yan even stood on
tiptoe. I suddenly noticed that Xin Yan had placed her hand between them, thinking she was trying to avoid the man's genitals
from touching her . Upon closer inspection, her outer arm was pointing forward, but her palm was actually facing backward. Xin Yan's long, wavy hair
was disheveled, and her V-line was taut. The first joint of the middle finger, which should have been pressing against the crease of her lower abdomen,
was bent inward.

The screen displayed the final prompt. Whether Xin Yan was caressing or holding was no longer important
to . Let it end here, let it end here, I silently murmured to myself.

Xinyan, who wouldn't even let me take swimsuit photos, so easily crossed one boundary after another. If
I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it. Was Xinyan just hitching a ride on Meiying's wedding photoshoot? Perhaps
she just needed an excuse to succumb to temptation. Speaking of temptation, I can't help but lament my own
failure . If I had suggested taking these photos, would she have agreed? Was she just trying to maintain
her usual reserve in front of me, or was I less alluring than that young, fit male model? Was it because she
was more open in front of strangers? But Dawei and Meiying are her friends, and acquaintances of mine too. Was it because
her best friend emboldened her and set an example, a common herd mentality? What kind of mentality drives

a woman to show her body to anyone other than her husband, not even minding her most private parts
? Especially a woman's private parts, because of their natural shape, should be carefully guarded, like her own
thoughts . If she exposes them to a man like this, can her heart still be put back? Furthermore,
she had also looked at another organ, and possibly even held it. Although her hand had let go, could her heart still be at ease?
After two youthful, restless bodies touched, caressed, and even teased each other, wasn't that just the end of foreplay
? Especially when a young woman is naked in front of a man younger and more handsome than her husband, can she stop there?

These questions slowly swirled into a huge vortex, relentlessly crashing against the black hole at the bottom of the water. Her
strange way of seeking pleasure last time couldn't help but resurface in my mind. The thought of hiding the folder was like
an inescapable curse in my heart. Knowing the insidious nature of that dark force, my right hand still trembled as I picked up the mouse.

A folder appeared on the screen like a ghost.

"I Want, I Want" was also encrypted with my birthday.

In the first photo, Dawei stood sideways to the camera with his firm beer belly, grinning with a sedative expression.
Below his abdomen was a red veil. Beneath the surface, a covered human figure was faintly visible; from the crouching
silhouette, it was clearly Meiying's physique. Her head was directly facing the man's genitals.

The man's strong abdomen, visible from the side, revealed his V-line, a line of black hair starting from his navel and
extending to the white veil covering his body. The silhouette of the woman covered by the veil was so familiar to me; I
knew it was her at a glance. Xinyan's head was almost touching the man's abdomen, suggesting oral
sex.

This subtle approach continued to develop, stirring a barely audible restlessness within me. In the darkness,
a green light suddenly enveloped my entire body, and an uncontrollable heat surged from my lower abdomen.

In the second photo, Meiying lay naked on her back, hands swung above her head, face towards
the camera, eyes closed, full lips slightly parted, a dreamy expression on her face. Her once-rounded breasts drooped towards her armpits.
One hemisphere, the nipples even larger than Xin Yan's in that situation, pointing straight to the sky. Her waist arched upwards off the
ground, and beneath the thin red gauze below her abdomen, the silhouette of a man knelt between her legs, his head resting on her
inner thighs.

Xin Yan's posture was slightly different; her hands were pressed against her head, covered by a white gauze, and
the silhouette was clearly that tall, muscular, handsome man. Xin Yan also closed her eyes, facing the camera, biting her lower
lip hard, her breasts, squeezed high by her arms, had nipples that were firmer than I had ever seen before.

In the next picture, Mei Ying was still lying on her back, her hands caressing her breasts, a satisfied expression of emptiness filled.
Under the red gauze, the silhouette of a man pressed his body firmly between her spread legs.

The original boundaries of not showing any nudity had been crossed, and it seemed that Xin Yan was about to expose her breasts
without any restraint . I tried my best to suppress the scream coming from my lower body and clicked on her picture.

Within the thin gauze space created by Xin Yan's wide-open legs, the handsome man's body was almost taut, his midsection
diagonally intersecting the base of the woman's torso.

Xin Yan's face bore the same satisfied expression as Mei Ying's. If the previous photos, which at least possessed an artistic quality, had made me feel ashamed,
now all that remained was humiliation, yet I became even more aroused.

Mei Ying changed to a position where she was on all fours, her head tilted back, the man's body, covered by a red veil,
pressed tightly against her from behind.

Xin Yan, lying on the ground, arched her back, showing how she was forcefully thrusting her hips to meet
the tall silhouette behind her. The previously consistently high-quality images were slightly blurry in this one, especially at
the point where the two bodies intersected. The photographer's hand wouldn't tremble. As this thought flashed through my mind, my hand holding the mouse trembled slightly

as I tried to suppress the shameful urge to masturbate . Watching Xin Yan's escalating exposure, from the level of nudity commonly accepted to complete nakedness, to the exposure ; from subtle skin-to-skin contact with strangers to direct touching of each other's genitals, and finally to various suggestive sexual acts, I chased after my own leaping and expanding psychological shadow, like an ignorant child futilely playing a game of stepping on shadows. Unlike normal joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, the psychological compensation for shame is sometimes reversed. This reverse compensation mechanism forces those excited by shame to pursue even greater shame in order to achieve even greater excitement. Around this ghostly cyclical compensatory center of excitement, Xin Yan and my shame thresholds constantly interacted and corrected each other, ultimately both losing themselves in this process. The next picture shows Da Wei lying on his back, with a woman covered entirely by a thin veil straddling his waist. In this photo, the handsome man, through the veil, holds Xin Yan's buttocks with one hand and has the other hand inside the veil, creating the association that the woman's breasts are being grasped by that large hand. What followed were photos of various positions, brimming with sexual innuendo. Only one character was always visible in the frame, while the other remained hidden beneath a thin veil. I had to admire the photographer's skill, keeping the viewer constantly adrift between the illusion and reality. Judging from the near-perfect overall composition and character styling, as well as the meticulous attention to detail in the female lead's makeup and hair, the preparation for each photo shoot was clearly very time-consuming. This prolonged act of deception, perhaps separated by adhesive tape and involving the friction of skin between opposite sexes, yet never truly consummating, was essentially a form of slow torture for both the man and woman. I felt as if I were looking through a pane of glass at Xin Yan reaching the limit of her sexual desire, turning back gracefully and calmly to ask me, "Does this count as infidelity?" Less than a second later, a close-up shattered this illusion. The woman's still-relaxed private parts were wet, specks of white fluid smeared on the folds of flesh, and a clump of cloudy liquid was flowing from the opening of her vagina. My mind went blank. I desperately wanted to click on the next photo, but there was no arrow . The organ that occupied the entire screen was completely shaved clean, every tiny pore clearly visible, devoid of Xin Yan's vibrant, jutting hair. I never expected Mei Ying to be so open. I had tried to persuade Xin Yan to shave her pubic hair before, but she just wouldn't agree, whining that it would grow back harder. It seems Da Wei is indeed more adventurous and daring, actually having sex with his fiancée on the spot, perhaps even in front of everyone. But he certainly doesn't know that I'm admiring the lewd appearance of his fiancée's most private body. If it weren't for Xin Yan back then, I might be the owner of that tender spot. My eyes were suddenly drawn to a small patch of white in the upper corner of the screen, my gaze focusing on the edge of a small piece of sheer fabric that had entered the frame. I instantly blushed, quickly flipping through the previous photos, hoping my thoughts were wrong . In every photo of Ke Meiying, there is a red tulle dress, while Xin Yan uses a white one without exception. Could it be that the lighting is so strong that it distorts the color of small parts? I tried to darken the color of the image, but that small area became even whiter. Returning to this close-up, I realized how foolish I was. Except for the lack of hair, those wrinkles and grooves, those gradual darkenings, were all so familiar. My gaze finally lingered on that small white tulle that seemed to be there, and I slowly took off my pajama bottoms. (6) Fate knocks. If this is what Xin Yan wants, what can I do? I chose to skip "what should I do" directly because this question is too emotional and impulsive. Confrontation, arguments , negotiations, separation, divorce... just thinking about these words makes my heart pound. Because in the past few years, I have come to understand one thing more and more: if it weren't for the fact that girls are still very innocent when they first enter college, given my current miserable state, a woman with such good conditions would definitely not look at me. If I were to be blunt, given Xinyan's calm and composed personality, she wouldn't argue with me at all; she would simply leave me and quickly marry a man a hundred times better off than me. This relatively rational and harmonious thought of "what can I do?" allows me to calmly arrange the prerequisite of "maintaining my marriage with Xinyan" before considering other aspects. Pretending not to know and continuing to live are not problems for me. What's catching me off guard is what if Xinyan continues down the path of infidelity? Will she continue? With whom? With that casual male model? Or will she find a new partner?

Is it really true, as some say, that infidelity in marriage is merely one party seeking compensation for their unsatisfied partner, and doesn't
necessarily lead to separation? If I treat her well and start satisfying her again, will I be able to win her
back and make her single-minded? Can a cat that has stolen fish truly forget the fishy smell? But if things continue to develop,
what is the lowest line I can accept?

Thinking about so many unanswered questions, I suddenly understand why many people, especially men, still choose "
What do?"

I'm starting to regret seeing that picture of semen flowing from Xin Yan's private parts. If it weren't for that explicit
and unambiguous photo, I would still choose to accept that those subtle physical contacts don't count as infidelity.

What gnaws at my self-esteem even more, making me feel utterly ashamed, is that Dawei and Meiying, as
acquaintances , witnessed the entire process of her infidelity. Their roles in this incident are undeniable;
Xin Yan was definitely seduced by this couple. As for the methods, Meiying definitely started by playing the best friend card, and then
took advantage of the special occasion of the wedding photos to try and win over the beauty-loving Xinyan. Next, she just needed to control the
pace, like boiling a frog slowly, and with the company of familiar faces, gradually break down Xinyan's already low guard.
When their desire flared up, not only would the naive Xinyan be unable to resist, but any woman would find it hard to resist.

But why would Dawei and Meiying do this? Just a spur-of-the-moment thing for fun? Such a childish excuse is
laughable. Did Meiying and Dawei have been plotting to corrupt Xinyan all along? Dawei's motives are easier to explain;
men have no limits when it comes to taking advantage of women, especially beautiful women, even if it's just for a fleeting glance.
Suddenly, a terrible thought flashed through my mind: could the semen flowing from Xinyan's body not be the male
model's, but Dawei's? But Meiying was also present, and it was, after all, a solemn
occasion documenting their wedding. But if Dawei really did have an affair with Xinyan under those circumstances, there's a plausible explanation.
Meiying had feelings for me back in college, and if it weren't for Xinyan, I might have chosen her.
Meiying delayed marrying Dawei for so many years; perhaps she was waiting for a slim chance. These factors
are enough to justify Meiying's desire to defile Xinyan and witness her downfall.

Judging from Xinyan shaving her body hair for the first time in her life, she was prepared beforehand. This thought naturally
led me to the next question: why didn't Xinyan refuse? I understand the excitement women feel when exposed.
Every time Xinyan and I returned from the public swimming pool, she would actively seek pleasure, and her desire was exceptionally intense. But
there's a vast gulf between exposure and infidelity; how did Xinyan cross that line? I even
wondered if Dawei and his accomplices had done something to her, like giving her aphrodisiacs. But recently, Xin Yan
's extreme physical desire immediately shook my resolve to defend her.

A woman who was so deeply moved by "holding hands, bending over, being embraced, and the knock of fate," could so easily
allow me to defile her, and then be defiled by a man other than her husband. Is a woman's purity, elegance, and composure
merely the most frequently worn outer garment among the many clothes in her wardrobe that change with the seasons and occasions?

Based on the dates these image documents were generated, these photos were taken about a week ago, precisely
the days when Xin Yan cursed herself with profanities. Did she feel dirty after taking these photos, which is why she
cursed herself so vilely? But the memory of her body hair rubbing against my toes is so clear; it seems she shaved
after that day. Was she experiencing unusual emotional turmoil beforehand, which is why she suddenly cursed herself that day, using profanities she had never uttered
before ?

They say emotional infidelity is harder to undo than physical infidelity.

The weekend I secretly looked at those photos, Xin Yan didn't initiate any intimacy. I tried to seduce her, but she
refused, saying she was too tired. For me, seducing her that day was already a difficult thing to do, because I was even more
afraid of hearing her excuse about shaving.

The night before Mei Ying's wedding, Xin Yan told me about her decision to be Mei Ying's bridesmaid the next day while she was clearing the table.

As usual, I showered first and went to bed to wait for Xin Yan. Xin Yan came into the bedroom in her pajamas after showering. Usually on
Friday , she would wear a bathrobe, with nothing underneath.

I hesitated for a moment, then reached out and pulled Xin Yan, who had just gotten into bed.

"You'll be busy tomorrow, go to sleep early."

Xin Yan patted my hand, pulled back the blanket, and lay down.

"So, should I go tomorrow?"

I lay back down in my original position, a feeling rising in my mind that she had been deliberately avoiding sex with me since then;
it seemed she was indeed hiding something from me.

"You don't even want to go to Meiying's wedding, do you?"

Xinyan turned around, her beautiful eyes wide as she looked at me.

"I'm bored being alone."

"That's right."

Xinyan finished speaking and turned over, her breathing quickly becoming heavy and steady.

I didn't understand what Xinyan's answer meant, because I
didn't even understand what I had just said. Was it that I was bored being alone at home, so I wanted to attend the wedding? Or was it that Xinyan was
busy being a bridesmaid tomorrow, and even if I went, I would have no one to accompany me, so I didn't really want to go?

Did she want to wait for her pubic hair to grow back before having sex with me, so she could cover up the photo incident? I stared at her
back,

wondering how long it usually takes for a woman's pubic hair to grow back. Lost in these pointless
thoughts, I finally couldn't resist reaching out and groping through Xinyan's pajama bottoms from behind.

Although it was a thin silk fabric, there was still a layer of underwear underneath, so I couldn't feel anything at all.
I had no choice but to muster my courage and reach out to pull down her pajama bottoms, underwear and all.

Xin Yan twisted her body, startling me so much that I immediately let go. She rolled over onto her back and then fell silent.
I simply threw back the blanket, lifted the hem of her pajamas, grabbed her waistband, and yanked it down hard.

"What are you doing!"

Xin Yan was jolted awake, propping herself up with one hand, her wide, terrified eyes staring blankly at
my face in the darkness, which must have looked incredibly grotesque.

I didn't say a word, continuing to pull down Xin Yan's pants. Unexpectedly, Xin Yan started kicking and hitting me, which only
provoked me to use brute force. The waistband was pulled down to almost revealing her pubic hair, and Xin Yan, now sitting up
, grabbed it tightly with one hand while trying to push me away with the other.

Enraged, I shoved her onto the bed, and before her bouncing body could stop, I ripped her
pajama bottoms and underwear down to her knees.

Before I could even see her lower abdomen, Xin Yan curled up, hugging her calves with both hands, and fell to
one side. Furious, I reached behind her and roughly groped her bare buttocks.

"No hair, really no hair!"

I muttered maniacally, tearing off my own pajama bottoms and forcefully pressing Xin Yan face down
on the bed. My erection, now even more furious than mine, aimed at her bare buttocks and forced its way in.

My hard penis overcame her struggles, resolutely pressing against the opening, finally forcefully forcing open the dry
entrance . When I touched that familiar softness, I thrust my hips forward, penetrating all the way in. I reached up and lifted her
pajamas, pulling them up to her shoulders, using the soft fabric to cover her head as it kept moving backward.

Moonlight streamed through the curtains, falling like snow onto Xin Yan's naked body, while I instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

"It hurts, it hurts so much!"

Xin Yan screamed and struggled beneath me until she was too weak to move, letting me rub against her not-quite-lubricated, tender
walls.

"Ah... um... Ming, I, I'm coming... um..."

She turned and stroked my bare chest, then gently pushed me onto the bed, covering me with her white gauze.
She sat on my lower abdomen, enveloping my genitals with her own body, and began to ride me.

"Oh... so hard... fuck, fuck my cunt so hard, so good..." When

she got tired, she pulled me down, and when I was on top, she casually pulled the thin gauze over herself. I thrust
my genitals, which hadn't been separated from her for a while, each thrust sending my lower abdomen slamming against her smooth mound of flesh.

In a daze, I heard the slut begin to moan and call my name, but the voice sounded like someone else's.
I was startled and lifted the thin white veil covering her. The cool moonlight shone on Meiying's delicate face, and she just
opened her eyes, looking at me coquettishly.

"Meiying?!"

I jumped off her in fright. In the instant my swollen lower body withdrew from her flesh, I caught a glimpse of the
dark, shiny a thick stream of white semen arced through the air and splashed onto her wrinkled vulva.

"Ah..."

I clearly heard myself cry out. I opened my eyes and saw that it was already dawn. Xinyan was sitting on the edge of the bed, turning to look at
me.

"What's wrong? Why are you shouting like that?"

"No, nothing."

I was soaking wet, as if I had just been pulled out of the water, but I quickly reached out and pulled
the towel to cover myself, afraid that Xinyan would see my wet crotch.

"I have to go now, Meiying is waiting for me to put on makeup."

Xinyan, who had already changed into her going-out clothes, stood up and walked towards the bedroom door.

"Go back to sleep, but don't stay out too late."

"I'm not feeling well, can I not go?"

Xin Yan stopped at the door, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly said,

"Whatever you want."

Xin Yan left the bedroom without looking back, and then I heard the sound of her changing her shoes and opening and closing the door.

I slept until the afternoon before getting up. I sat on the bed for a long time, then suddenly remembered to look at those photos again.

Sitting in front of the computer, I opened "Mei Ying's Wedding Photos" again, eagerly searching for those hidden
subfolders . Strangely, those folders were all gone. I thought for a moment and opened "
Beach Swimsuits," but all I could see were photos of Da Wei and Mei Ying, while
the photos were all gone.

My heart immediately started racing, and I wondered if Xin Yan had found them and hidden them all
?

I looked down and carefully examined the keyboard. Although I had wiped it haphazardly with a tissue that day, there wasn't a trace left.
I strained to see through the gaps in the keyboard, but couldn't see anything.

Was it all just a dream?

If these photos never actually existed, wouldn't it be incredibly rude of me to miss Meiying's wedding? If
everything was as I saw last night, then I needed to pay even closer attention to every instance of the three of them together.

With that thought, I quickly tidied myself up and rushed out the door; it was already evening by then.

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