Honolulu Spring Tide

Outside the window, a vast expanse of blue stretched out, the sky and water merging seamlessly, the horizon indistinguishable from the sea.
Only the occasional white cloud drifting beneath the plane's belly reminded us that we were high in the air, flying rapidly.
Warm sunlight streamed into the cabin through the oval-shaped windows, adding to the relaxed atmosphere. I gently held Ah-Zhen's hands, my
joyful mood even brighter than the weather outside, my carefree spirit even more relaxed than the clouds.

This was a flight to Honolulu. Ah-Zhen and I, newly married after four years of dating, were on
a Hawaiian tour for our honeymoon, sharing one of the most beautiful and heartwarming moments of our lives.
Ah Zhen was traveling far from home by plane for the first time, and being newlyweds, she was inevitably both excited and nervous. She rested her head on my
shoulder , her long, wavy hair cascading down my chest. I had one arm around her slender waist, and our fingers were intertwined
; we were so intimate, like a pair of dolls, that anyone could tell we were a newlywed couple.

Ah Zhen wore a beige fitted t-shirt and a knee-length denim skirt. Her simple, natural attire
clearly indicated the nature of their vacation, but it made her full, alluring breasts and long, white legs even more
striking . Combined with her light makeup and delicate, beautiful features, she exuded a youthful and vibrant aura.

Sitting in front of us was a single young man, probably in his twenties, dressed in a suit. He seemed to be a white-collar
worker , polite and refined. I learned his surname was Lang during roll call at the airport,
a relatively uncommon surname, so I vaguely remembered him, but couldn't recall his given name. I'll just call him Ah Lang.

On the contrary, the names of the three boys sitting in a row on the left were unforgettable:
one was called Dream Cat, another Leopard Cat, and the third Night Cat. They were probably three brothers, around twenty years old.
Perhaps their parents liked cats, hence the unique names.
Young people are indeed young; they were constantly on the move, chasing each other, humming songs, and playing around, radiating
boundless energy and enthusiasm.

At this moment, a woman sitting next to Alang stood up and said to them, "Alright, alright, stop
fooling around and go back to your seats. Lunch is ready!" Only then did the three big kids obediently sit down. Actually,
this woman was only in her early twenties, not much older than them. Her authority stemmed entirely from her being
our tour guide and leader.

Her name was Atao. She wore a white shirt and a long blue skirt, her hair simple and unadorned, without any makeup. She was pure and innocent, perhaps because she hadn't
been out school for long, still retaining the air of a young student. Like a budding flower in her prime
, her youthful charm was captivating. Her alluring figure was mature yet exaggerated; her full breasts stretched her top high,
while her slender waist was so delicate it could be encircled with one hand. Her plump buttocks made her skirt round and full, her
curves resembling the figure "8." Any man who saw her would be involuntarily drawn to her.
No wonder Alang immediately invited her to sit in the empty seat next to him as soon as they boarded the plane, and they whispered to each other throughout the flight.

Just then, the flight attendant pushed a food cart and served lunch to everyone. I had just spread my napkin on
my lap when the person behind me tapped my shoulder, and I instinctively turned my head away. Sitting in the back row was a couple.
The man was under thirty, wearing dark gray shorts, brown sandals without socks, and a patterned Hawaiian
shirt, giving off a tropical Hawaiian vibe even before we arrived in Honolulu. He extended his hand to shake mine, smiling warmly, and
said, "My surname is Fan. May I ask your name?" I politely replied, "Oh, Mr. Fan, my surname is Lin.
What can do for you?" He said somewhat embarrassedly, "Well, my wife and I are vegetarians.
We specifically told the flight attendants when we boarded, but I don't know if they forgot or made a mistake, but we were served steak again. We don't want to
bother them to change it. Please take the steak if you like, so as not to waste it."

I picked up my plate and said, "Don't be shy. We haven't eaten yet anyway. How about I give you all the vegetables in exchange for
your beef?" As I spoke, I stood up and put the side dishes, mashed potatoes, bread, and other ingredients onto his plate. His wife, sitting
beside him, gave me a grateful, toothy smile: "Thank you, Mr. Lin, you're such a kind person!" I looked up at her,
my mouth tumbling out, "Mrs. Fan, don't be so polite! Just call me Ah Lin..." Before I could finish, I stood there, stunned, unable
to say another word. She was so beautiful, so stunning that I almost dropped the plate I was holding.

Her oval face wore a captivating smile, her soft, long black hair reaching her shoulders. Perhaps
because she wasn't wearing a bra, her thin, open-necked silk blouse accentuated her two small, pointed mounds, and I could vaguely sense how firm and alluring those two little
cherries were. What truly captivated me were her alluring eyes, beautiful and sparkling, full of spring-like charm. Just
one glance at me, and my whole body felt like it was being electrified by her, going numb for a moment. People say, "The eyes are
the windows to the soul," and my soul was instantly drawn into those grape-like windows.

Just as I was lost in the blissful feeling of being in a dreamlike state, Ah Fan's words pulled me back to reality: "This is my
wife , Ah Xing. I took a week off from work, so we're looking for somewhere to relax. Friends are always there when
you're traveling, so please take good care of us these next few days!" I quickly replied, "Not at all! Not at all!" before finally calming down a bit.

After lunch, most people were leaning back in their seats, resting with their eyes closed. Ah Zhen suddenly frowned and said to me, "
Honey , I guess I'm not used to flying. I feel a bit nauseous and my chest feels tight." I turned to Ah Xing
for help: "Mrs. Fan, do you have any medicated oil? My wife isn't feeling well." She took a bottle of White Flower Oil from her handbag
and handed it to me, asking with concern, "Is it serious? Some people get airsick.
She'll be fine after a rest." I applied some medicated oil around Ah Zhen's nostrils and told her to take a few deep breaths and lean back in
her seat to rest. Ah Fan came over and said, "That won't do. Come on, let me apply it again for her." I stood
up and gave him my seat so he could demonstrate the correct method.

He poured some medicated oil into his palm, held Ah Zhen's head, and massaged it on both sides of her forehead for a while,
asking her as he rubbed in circles, "Just wait until it feels a little warm. Don't worry, it'll be fine in a bit." Ah Xing saw me...
Standing to the side, I pointed to A-Fan's seat and said, "Sit down first, otherwise you'll be
rolling around like a gourd if the plane encounters turbulence!" I couldn't wait to sit next to this beauty, and I was even more afraid that A-Fan would come back after applying the medicated oil and
I would miss my chance, so I quickly plopped down and secured the seat.

What A-Xing said to me went in one ear and out the other; I was just staring intently at her pair of captivating
almond eyes, feeling warm inside, as if I were mesmerized. I just hoped that A-Fan would apply the medicated oil for a long time so that I
could be close to this beautiful goddess for as long as possible. Occasionally, I would peek through the gap between the two seats and see A-Fan
pour some more medicated oil into his palm and whisper to A-Zhen, "If you feel tightness in your chest, you should also apply
some ." He put his hand inside A-Zhen's clothes and gently massaged her chest, moving it up and down and left and right. His thoughtfulness and care were so great
that even I was impressed. This new friend was truly a wonderful person beyond words.

Before I knew it, the plane had landed at Honolulu Airport. Reluctantly, I left my seat and followed
our tour guide Ah Tao, through immigration with the group, then boarded a tour bus and checked into the hotel. It was quite a coincidence; Ah Fan and his wife were in
the room to our left, Ah Lang was in the room to our right, and the three kittens were in the room opposite.

Once in the room, I put down my luggage and immediately hugged and kissed Ah Zhen. She was pinned to the bed, breathless,
her hands on my chest, saying, "Oh, you rascal, look at your impatience! We just got off the plane, we haven't recovered
yet ! Let's put our luggage down first, take a shower, go downstairs for dinner, and then we can play slowly." I
fondled her breasts for a while before letting her go, and as she went into the bathroom, I slapped her bottom: "Hey,
you're not allowed to sleep tonight! I want you to play with me until dawn."

After dinner, we chatted with Ah Fan and his wife in the hotel lobby bar. Ah Tao came over and said, "Outside..."
"There's a traditional Hawaiian dance performance on the beach soon, you can go check it out if you're interested." Not long after she left,
beautiful music could be heard, and looking over, we could vaguely see some Hawaiian girls dancing hula around a campfire,
and some men playing with fire sticks. Ah Zhen was attracted and insisted on going out to see it right away. I said to her, "
Okay , okay, let's go together after Ah Xing comes out of the restroom." Seeing her eagerness, Ah Fan
volunteered, "Ah Lin, I'll take Ah Zhen out first, and you can come find us with Ah Xing when she comes out."
He took the bouncy Ah Zhen's hand and headed outside.

Right outside the hotel was the famous Waikiki Beach. At night, the sea breeze was brisk, the stars twinkled, and under the bright moon,
the coconut palms swayed gently, and the waves shimmered—a scene of romantic, poetic beauty. Ah-Xing and I wandered around for ages without seeing
Ah-Fan and Ah-Zhen. Worried that Ah-Xing was tired, I pulled up a beach chair for her to sit on and watch the show,
while I went off to look for them again.

Finally, I spotted them strolling on the beach in front of a windsurfing boat. Just as I was about to call them over
to Ah-Xing, I noticed Ah-Fan affectionately embracing Ah-Zhen's slender waist. A
sudden urge to eavesdrop on their conversation arose, but I immediately abandoned the idea and secretly hid behind the windsurfing boat to observe.
Just then, Ah Zhen cried out, "Ouch!" and squatted down, clutching her ankle in pain
. Ah Fan bent down to help her up and asked with concern, "What's wrong?" Ah Zhen looked up at him and said, "The sand is probably too
soft; I twisted my ankle." Ah Fan picked her up, saying, "Don't move. Let me find a dry
place to sit and massage it for you." He carried Ah Zhen quickly towards a coconut grove on the beach.

This small coconut grove was behind the hotel, with low shrubs and flower bushes planted under the trees. During the day, it was a
small park, but at night it became a favorite spot for couples to talk. Couples would hide in the bushes, embracing and kissing, even
lying on the ground making love. I quietly followed Ah Fan until he put Ah Zhen
down, then I squatted down behind a small clump of trees nearby.

Ah Fan sat down on the ground, lifted Ah Zhen's sprained foot, placed it on his thigh, carefully took
off shoes, and then gently massaged her ankle. He was taking such good care of my wife,
and I, with my petty mind, suspected him of trying to seduce her behind my back. I felt
ashamed of my suspicions. At that moment, I felt even more embarrassed to show myself, lest they know I was secretly
following them, which would seem too cowardly.

Just as I thought this, I saw Ah Fan change his massage of her ankle to caressing her calf, his hands sweeping over Ah Zhen's smooth
skin from her foot to the back of her leg, leaving no inch untouched. Strangely, Ah Zhen began to
moan softly, her body going limp as she slowly lay back, her slender waist swaying from side to side like a snake. The sounds didn't come from
pain at all; they were sounds of pleasure, of passion, like a kitten in heat.

Although they were under the shade of coconut palms, the light filtering through the hotel windows still allowed for a clear view of their
every move . Encouraged by Ah Zhen's seductive moans, Ah Fan
grew bolder, not only touching her with his hands but also kissing her, from her feet to her thighs, and
back again , not even sparing the foot that wasn't sprained. His heavy breathing was so deep I could hear it.

Ah Zhen's feet tucked in with pleasure, her toes trembling as she stretched straight.
Ah Fan then placed one of her calves on his shoulder, licking the sole with his tongue and caressing her calf with his hands, completely
absorbed in the moment. I finally understood. I'd read in a book that every woman has a sensitive spot—
some on the thighs, some on the earlobes, some on the neck, some on the breasts—and Ah Zhen's sensitive spots were her
calves and feet. Ah Fan, being a foot fetishist, explained how they clicked so easily and their relationship progressed so naturally.

I accidentally let Ah Fan discover my wife's sensitive areas. From now on, I can follow his example and
focus on her most sexy spots, making her feel like she's dying in bed. Although Ah Zhen's spread legs
caused her skirt to open, revealing her white, narrow triangle panties, her private parts were fully exposed, but since there was no inappropriate behavior,
I calmly decided to peek a little longer, happy to learn more.

But then, the situation suddenly took a dramatic turn, leaving me stunned: With lightning
speed lowered the leg he was carrying on his shoulder, flipped A-Zhen's skirt up, spread her thighs apart,
and, too lazy to bother with her panties, grabbed the thin end of her panties, pulled it aside, and placed it
between her labia majora and thighs, revealing her glistening, wet vulva. He
then unzipped his pants, pulled out his hard penis, lowered his body, and thrust it in completely
, penetrating A-Zhen's vagina in the blink of an eye. She immediately squeezed her legs together and let out a satisfied "Ah..."

While I stood there dumbfounded and bewildered, he began thrusting rhythmically, playing
a game of adult pleasure. Even if I rushed out to stop him, it was too late; there was no way to salvage the situation. I
trembled all over, watching with anger and jealousy as my familiar vulva endured the repeated
thrusts of What was even more hateful was that my beloved newlywed wife was trembling just like me, her two long, white
, and tender legs erect and hard behind Ah Fan's waist. With each thrust, her legs would tremble, and she would
moan as her buttocks would move upwards rhythmically in sync with Ah Fan's attacks. Even when
we were in bed together, I had never experienced anything so lewd and wanton!

Although the darkness prevented me from seeing how much her vagina was being penetrated and how much fluid was flowing from it, the sounds she was making
told me she was experiencing intense pleasure. The constant
squeaking and squelching of her two genitals against each other sounded like several people running barefoot through mud
, or the rubbing of soap against skin during a bath. Before A-Fan had even thrust forty or fifty times, A-Zhen
had already let out several trembling moans of "Oh...oh...oh..." She had clearly reached her first orgasm.

I was increasingly breathless and sweating, my mind a jumble of emotions, watching helplessly as my wife and another man
staged this lewd act right before my eyes, unsure how to stop it.

Then Ah Fan changed tactics again. He moved Ah Zhen to a side-lying position, lifted one of her calves, and licked and kissed it.
His lower body continued to thrust back and forth towards her vulva, penetrating deeper and deeper. His other hand reached inside her clothes, alternately grasping
and kneading her breasts, then pulling his hand out and pressing his fingers against her vulva. I couldn't
see clearly, but I believe he was rubbing her clitoris, otherwise Ah Zhen wouldn't be trembling so violently and moaning so
lewdly. Hearing this made me even more blushing and hot-faced, and even my penis unconsciously became erect.

My heart was pounding at its limit, and I was completely dazed. I couldn't believe that watching my wife
being raped in front of me would elicit such a reaction. I only came to my senses when Ah Fan thrust faster and faster, letting out low,
pleasurable moans. Watching him thrust his lower body against Ah Zhen's vulva, her buttocks twitching
rhythmically , I realized this adult game was coming to an end. Ah Fan was ejaculating stream after stream of semen
deep into my wife's vagina, fulfilling my duties as a husband. At the same time, Ah Zhen trembled uncontrollably, as if she were getting cold,
moaning incessantly, clearly experiencing another orgasm, another release.

I couldn't accept this sudden reality; my legs trembled, and I was in a daze. While they were still
enjoying the pleasure of their orgasms, I quickly pulled away, not even bothering to look for Ah Xing, wanting to
get back to my room before they returned to the hotel. As I stepped out of the elevator and turned into the corridor, I unfortunately caught a glimpse of the team leader, Ah Tao, sneaking into Ah Lang's
room. I thought to myself: This guy's got some skills; he can get her in less than a day. But at that moment, I
had no time to worry about other people's business; my own problems were already big enough to deal with!

After hurriedly entering the room, I sat on the sofa, turned on the TV and pretended to watch it, not paying any
attention . I was just thinking about how to resolve this sudden change while waiting for Ah Zhen to return.

(II)
It felt like a long time had passed before I heard Ah Zhen's doorbell ring. I quickly opened the door and let her in.
I saw that her cheeks were flushed, her hair was messy, and her eyebrows were full of spring. There were two withered yellow leaves stuck in her hair. Seeing that she was preoccupied, I
deliberately teased her by saying, "Sweetheart, did Ah Fan take you for a drive along the beach? Look, your hair is all messed up." She
stammered a few words that were hard to understand, smoothed her hair with her hand, took a set of underwear from her duffel bag,
and hurriedly went to the bathroom.

I followed her and asked, "Why are you taking a shower as soon as you get back? Didn't you already shower before you went out
?" She replied from the bathroom, "Ah, when I was collecting seashells at the beach with A-Fan, I accidentally got splashed by the waves
. I'm all salty and wet, so I decided to take another shower." I thought to myself: The one who's all "salty and wet" is A-Fan!

Intending to tease her a little more, I called out, "Anyway, I haven't showered yet, let's take a bath together
." She got anxious inside, "Don't come in, let me finish showering first, okay? Don't be so
unreasonable ." I quickly stripped off my clothes and pushed open the bathroom door, "What are you being shy about? We're husband and wife, what part of your body
haven't I seen? Come on, after we shower, let's go to bed and be intimate, no sleeping until dawn."

Ah Zhen had just taken off her clothes and was standing naked in the bathtub. When she saw me barge in, she quickly covered
her genitals , her face showing embarrassment. I also stepped into the bathtub, first hugged her and kissed her, then squeezed her breasts a few
times, and then pretended to caress her vulva, but I forcefully pried open her hands and reached between her legs.

When I pulled my hand out, my palm was covered in a sticky, slippery layer of semen. It
was hard to imagine that A-Fan could ejaculate so much semen. Much of it had been absorbed by his underwear along the way, and
yet so much was still flowing out. I could only imagine how full A-Zhen's vagina must have been. I held my hand out
in front of A-Zhen and loudly questioned her, "Can't you explain that this is what I ejaculated inside her yesterday, and it's only
flowing out ?" A-Zhen, realizing that I had exposed her shameful act, was instantly filled with embarrassment. Her face flushed red, then turned pale,
and she burst into tears.

She leaned on my shoulder, sobbing as she told me, "I was originally going to watch the hula dance with A-Fan ..."
After watching for a while and finding it uninteresting, and since you guys hadn't come out yet, he suggested going to the beach to listen to the waves and collect seashells.
While walking on the sand, I accidentally twisted my ankle, and he kindly massaged it for me. Who knew that's when the problem arose.
As he massaged my feet and stroked my calves, strangely, I suddenly felt like I was being electrocuted, my whole body
involuntarily became sore and weak, my heart beat faster and faster, my body felt hot, and I had a very special
feeling that I had never experienced before..." At this point, she stopped and sobbed softly.

I knew she found it difficult to talk about what happened below, so I continued for her: "The more he massaged, the more numb you became, your whole body
became so weak that you couldn't help but lie down, your vulva became itchy, and your juices flowed out. You were burning with desire and wished that a
man would immediately press down on you and thrust his penis inside you to relieve the itch in your heart, right?" She was so surprised that she
stopped crying, staring at me with wide eyes, wondering how I could be so prescient.

She then stammered in a barely audible voice, "I suddenly became confused, completely
powerless to resist, letting him do as he pleased… When I came to my senses, I realized… Husband, I'm so sorry…"
Seeing that the deed was done, I knew that blaming her now would be pointless, so I comforted her, saying, "Let it go
. Learn from your mistake. I only just realized that your soles and calves are acupoints that can
trigger sexual arousal. From now on, don't let anyone else touch or caress your soles, okay?" She

nodded, seemingly understanding, and stopped crying. I told her to sit in the bathtub with her legs spread, and I used
body thoroughly clean her vulva. Then, holding the showerhead, I rinsed every crevice
clean, even inserting my fingers into her vagina to scrub it thoroughly, practically peeling off a layer of skin. Only then did I take a shower myself,
and then I carried her back to bed.

She seemed determined to atone for her actions; as soon as I lay down, she automatically bent down under my lower abdomen, taking my
semi-erect penis into her mouth, sucking and licking with every skill imaginable, trying to get
it so I could reclaim my lost ground. But I lay on the bed, my mind wandering, my thoughts replaying
Ah Fan's ravenous thrusts, my wife's ecstatic orgasms beneath him, the copious amounts of semen flowing from her vagina afterward
… No matter how she teased him, he couldn't get an erection.

The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed. My first time on my honeymoon was going to be done by another man!

Then a strange idea struck me: why not try stimulating her sensitive areas
like Ah Fan did, and see if touching her arousing spots really would be like flipping a switch to make her aroused? Once her lustful energy really made me tremble
, then I could have a good, hard time with her.

I got up and pushed Ah Zhen down onto her back on the bed, spread her legs, and knelt above her head, my dangling penis
dangling right next to her mouth. Then I lifted her legs and hugged them to my chest, mimicking Ah Fan's actions,
kissing and licking her feet, while my fingers crawled over every inch of her smooth skin like worms. She raised her head
slightly took my penis back into her mouth, my fingers still tickling her. She stroked around my scrotum.

As expected, her soles seemed to hold a hidden trigger for her arousal; with just a touch and
a was irresistibly aroused. Especially when I licked the back of her feet,
she uncontrollably convulsed, her lower abdomen contracted, her buttocks shifted, her body twisting like
an eel pulled from the water. I touched her vulva—good heavens! I had never seen her so wet
. Not only was her vulva soaked, but even her anus was covered in it. Instantly, my penis,
as if springy, sprang from her mouth, stiff and pointing forward.

I knelt back a step, then pulled her legs back until she was
bent over like a contorted acrobat, her belly touching my nose. With her back pointing upwards, I lowered her legs, spreading them wide, her knees resting
on either side of her head. Her dripping vulva faced me, her two red and tender labia minora swollen and hard,
except for the small, wrinkled, rooster-comb-shaped area at the tip, the inner and outer skin were smooth and taut. Her swollen, round clitoris
was covered in blood vessels, and a string of glistening vaginal fluid dangled from its tip, glistening and
ready to drip. Her vaginal opening contracted and opened like a fish's mouth, hinting that it was ready to be served at any time.

Faced with this tempting sight, how could I resist? I had long forgotten the memory of
another , and hastily lifted my veiny penis and
thrust it in with a "plop." Ah Zhen's outstretched hands immediately gripped the sheets, and she cried out in overwhelming gratitude,
"Ah!" With a sudden contraction, her vaginal muscles tightened and then relaxed, preparing to receive my vigorous thrusts.

Although her belly was contorted and she was having some difficulty breathing, she still managed to utter cries of "Ah...
ah...husband, thrust harder...oh...I love you...do whatever you want...
harder ...oh...more intense...ah..." encouraging me to attack her vulva fiercely,
as if the friction of my penis could erase the shame of being violated.

I held her two round, plump buttocks with both hands, my hips swaying wildly back and forth, my penis appearing and
disappearing : sometimes deeply inserted, sometimes pulled out to the visible groove beneath the glans, her juices flowing freely. After
countless frictions, it turned into a white paste, which the penetrating penis brought to the vaginal opening, resembling tiny bubbles exhaled by a crab emerging
from water The paste filled the area around the vaginal opening, causing the skin in the middle of the perineum to rise and fall,
echoing the "squeak, squeak" sounds of the penis being thrust in and out.

I tirelessly repeated the same action, enjoying the pleasure of the friction between my penis and vagina, witnessing my wife's
transformation from a hungry need to a greedy lust, then from pleasurable satisfaction to a breathtaking climax. She frantically
tore at the sheets she clutched, screaming, "Ah...so good...mmm...you're going to kill me...
I'm coming...oh...I'm coming..." her entire body convulsing with pleasure.
Her throbbing, pulsating vulva was burning hot, and her vagina was oozing strands of lustful fluid from around my penis,
sucking at the glans like a pump, making me almost unable to resist and reaching orgasm with her.

But I wasn't satisfied, so I slowed down my thrusting, saving my strength for when her trembling, ecstatic state subsided before
launching a second attack. Although she was limp and weak after her orgasm, she was still contorted like a rag doll
, making it difficult for her to breathe, and this position was too tiring for her. So I pushed her
buttocks forward, making her lie upright, and then knelt between her legs, intending to imitate Ah Fan's moves for another round.

I moved her body to her side again, and again lifted one of her calves onto my shoulder. Her whole body was limp, and she let me do as I
pleased , letting me lick her soles and caress her soft, smooth calves with my tongue. Before long,
the desire that had just been extinguished was reignited. With her legs spread wide open, her vulva was also wide open. She reached her left hand
through her crotch, grabbed my penis, and pulled it towards her vulva, her impatience urgent. Her right hand pressed her fingers against her clitoris
and rubbed it incessantly. She also moved her buttocks closer to my genitals, rubbing the glans against her labia. In a trembling
voice she pleaded with me, "Oh...husband...my pussy is so itchy...ah...I can't hold back anymore...please
put your big cock in...oh...if you don't do it, I'll die of boredom..."

Faced with such a scene, unless one is impotent, how could one resist? Since the glans was already pulled to the
entrance of her vagina, I thrust my hips forward effortlessly, and my large penis was completely swallowed by her slippery, lustful
vagina. I thrust in and out, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, making her feel incredibly comfortable.
She cried out and moaned repeatedly, her body trembling and shaking endlessly, experiencing pleasure to the point of near
death . I continued to caress her calves with one hand, while the other reached up to her breasts, taking turns grasping and squeezing them
. Then, imitating A-Fan, I pinched and rubbed her clitoris, bringing her to another round of orgasms.

The more pleasure she felt, the more excited I became. My penis grew harder and harder, my glans becoming increasingly numb. Before I knew it, amidst her
hoarse moans, I suddenly shivered a few times, and hot semen gushed
out . With my penis convulsing inside her vagina, spurt after spurt shot deep into her vagina. I closed my eyes, enjoying
the wonderful pleasure, ejaculating with unrestrained ecstasy until her vagina was completely filled.

I lay on my back on the bed, letting her lie on my chest, kissing every inch of my skin with her small mouth.
Only when she kissed my nipple did I gently stroke her hair and ask affectionately, "Does it feel good?" She nodded "Mmm,"
then laughed and said, "It feels so good! You're so good at this, touching my most sensitive
spots . Where did you learn that? Tell me!" I smiled without answering, thinking: If you knew she secretly
learned it from Ah Fan, I'm afraid you'd be tempted to go back to your teacher behind your husband's back to relive those experiences!

The next day was a visit to Pearl Harbor. While listening to Ah Tao's explanation at the memorial on the USS Arizona wreckage
, Ah Fan accompanied Ah Zhen, chatting and laughing with her. Of course, he didn't know I had discovered their affair. I had already advised Ah Zhen to keep her distance from Ah Fan from now on, but she still accepted his advances
without any suspicion , chatting and laughing with him.

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