[Love is for fucking] [Author: Unknown] [The End]

I was 28 years old when my business ventures in Vietnam failed, forcing me to return home. A Vietnamese-Chinese friend said, "Wenjun, you're a capable man, but things haven't gone your way. My brother's factory in China is expanding and needs manpower. Why don't you go help him out and take a break?" The factory, located in a town in Longgang, Shenzhen, was 6,000 square meters and had only moved there in October. I talked a lot with my friend's brother, He Yisheng, and spent a month figuring out the factory's situation. Starting with the warehouse, I organized staff to inventory the stockpiled goods and then sold them through my network, recovering nearly 800,000 yuan in cash. On the other hand, I formulated new work rules and regulations, optimized human resources, and improved production efficiency. I also poached senior technicians to specialize in increasing production capacity and reducing material waste.

After these measures, by the end of February of the following year, material waste alone had decreased by 2.5%; the number of production line workers was reduced from 400 to just over 300, which was still enough to handle the expanded business volume. I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling I had given my friend a satisfactory explanation.

On March 1st, the supervisor of the hydraulic press workshop on the first floor reported that the production clerk had resigned, and attempts to persuade her were ineffective; a new clerk needed to be hired. I said, "You handle it yourself. The salary will be according to my proposed standards, but pay attention to the quality of the staff." On March 8th, at 7:50 AM, I arrived at the factory gate to check worker attendance. Everyone lined up to clock in. A girl with slightly wavy, light blonde short hair stood quietly to one side. Her large, watery double-lidded eyes were set in her fair, innocent, and delicate face

. She looked about 80% like the current internet celebrity and nude art model Zhang Xiaoyu (I'm using this analogy so you don't have to imagine it, but I'm sorry, I can't publish her photo). The warehouse supervisor saw her and came over, saying, "That's the new production clerk on the first floor." I asked, "How did you know?" He chuckled and ran away. The girl also noticed me watching her and lowered her head slightly.

Later, I noticed that this girl's production reports were much better than the previous clerk's; the data was detailed and the thinking was clear. During my workshop inspections, I often found her on the production line, learning about the situation. Once, I went over to listen in, and it turned out to be about whether it was 1 gram or 1.25 grams of material.

Two weeks later, one evening I went to check on the dormitories and came across hers. It was the management staff dormitory, three people sharing a room. The three girls were joking around, but when they saw me, their laughter stopped abruptly: "Mr. Wen!" I smiled and first said to her, "Your name is Jojo?" She nodded, her face slightly flushed.

"Where did you work before?"

"Guangzhou."

"Oh? Do you have any fellow townsmen here?"

"No, my boyfriend is here, and he asked me to come."

"So you just came to Shenzhen this year?"

"Yes, I found this job after only a week."

I smiled: "Great, our factory is pretty good. Is this your first time in Shenzhen?" She nodded.

I didn't ask any more questions and turned to check the other dormitories. But I overheard her whispering to two other women in her room,

"How come our factory boss looks so young?" Indeed, I look 90% like Tony Leung Ka-fai, no kidding, especially from the side. Although I'm 28, I look like I'm 23 or 24.

I found it amusing and, on a sudden whim, turned back and appeared in front of her. I gently tapped her forehead with my finger and said with a gentle smile, "Be kind, don't talk badly about others behind their backs!" The two female coworkers chuckled, and she shyly suppressed her laughter.

At the end of March, while dealing with a fight between two workers in the dormitory, I checked the dormitories that evening. When I got to her room, the same three were chatting. I asked her, "You've come to Shenzhen, have you gone anywhere for fun?" She frowned and shook her head resentfully, replying sadly, "No." Curious, I asked, "Oh? Your boyfriend is busy, doesn't have time to go with you?" She gave a bitter smile, "Yes, he's in Guanlan, I always have to go see him..." She hesitated.

Seeing this, I realized I'd asked the wrong question. I wanted to show concern and chat with the workers to deepen our connection, so I jokingly said, "Hehe, I know Shenzhen well, I'll go with you guys sometime." But then I realized I'd gone too far: "Hey, He Yisheng is coming to inspect the factory tomorrow, are all your departments ready?" I'll leave with that excuse.

Afterwards, Jojo gradually adapted to the new environment. Every time we went to the first floor for meetings, I noticed she always looked at me very intently, taking notes diligently; her work reports were always very detailed, and I thought she was quite intelligent. But every Saturday after work, I'd see her rushing off to see her boyfriend in Guanlan. Once, I saw her boyfriend come looking for her. The two of them seemed to be arguing about 100 meters from the factory gate. The next day, she straightened her hair, making her look even more pretty and cute, which caused a stir among the people on the first floor.

May 1st was Labor Day, and the factory had a three-day holiday. On the last afternoon of the holiday, I was shopping with my wife when I suddenly received a text message from Jojo: "Mr. Wen, are you free? You said you know Shenzhen well, could you take me out for a walk? If you're busy, then forget it." I found it strange, but I didn't want to reply immediately.

My wife saw it and asked what was wrong. I hurriedly explained that Mr. He had something to do and told me to go home early. I rushed to the factory, knocked on her dormitory door, but the others hadn't returned yet because of the holiday. Seeing her red eyes, clearly from crying, I asked, "What's wrong? Did you cry?" She shook her head. "Where do you want to take me?" To be honest, I wasn't sure either. I hadn't expected her to remember what I'd casually said. After thinking for a moment, I said,

"Well... come with me then." I drove her to Dameisha. We were silent the whole way. I knew this girl had something on her mind and probably wanted to get away for a while. The beach was the perfect place.

The sea breeze at Dameisha in late spring and early summer was neither too hot nor too humid. There weren't many people on the beach in the evening, and the waves were gentle today. She walked ahead alone, and I followed behind. Today she was wearing jeans and a slightly fitted short-sleeved t-shirt. Usually, everyone wears work clothes, so I hadn't really noticed her figure before. She had a full bust and a slender, tall figure.

Suddenly she stopped, shouted at the sea, "Ah—" then giggled and turned around, saying, "Wenjun, did I scare you?" Before I could answer, she continued, "This is the first time I've seen the sea. Thank you, Mr. Wen." I smiled, "Really? I grew up by the sea, so I don't really feel anything when I see the sea." "I didn't expect you to bring me to such a beautiful place, Mr. Wen. It seems so far from our factory." I nodded, walked up to her, and said softly, "You seem unhappy. I think the sea can make people feel better..." I paused, "But... I really don't have time. The text message you sent startled me. My wife was right next to me, thankfully she didn't see it." She yawned, "I already said I didn't have time, but you and your wife are together..." She blinked at me.

I smiled, gazing at her fair face, unconsciously comparing her to my wife, then suddenly snapped back to reality: "Shopping! Buying clothes, eating... Oh, it's late, are you hungry?" She nodded vigorously: "Yes, I haven't eaten all day, I feel much better now." On the way back, during breaks in the drive, I secretly glanced at her a few more times, and couldn't resist placing my hand on hers, which startled her and pulled away... The next afternoon after get off work, the female supervisor from the second floor came to my dormitory to watch TV after dinner (Mr. He had specially arranged a single room for me to make my work more convenient). I had become familiar with these supervisors, and we often visited each other to watch TV. The female supervisor was the leader of the female workers in the factory, a straightforward person who was good at keeping the workers in check. She shared a dormitory with Jojo, one of the three I mentioned earlier.

When she saw me, she asked, "Mr. Wen, did you take Jojo to Dameisha yesterday?" I glanced at her and said, "Oh! How did you know?" She laughed and said, "I asked Jojo! She said you took her to Dameisha, haha..." I gave her a brief explanation, but she asked, "Do you know why?" I shook my head, puzzled.

"Tell me."

"Her boyfriend came over yesterday afternoon, and they were talking about breaking up downstairs. He was so loud!" "Oh! Is that so... Why would they break up?" "Mr. Wen, Jojo and that guy have been dating for over a year, but his family dislikes Jojo because she has a heart condition, and he can't bear to part with her. But this guy has a terrible temper. I heard Jojo say that, and I often hear them arguing on the phone. I think he's too petty, always picking fights over trivial things..." "I see. Weren't you not here yesterday?" I asked, puzzled.

"Hehe, I went out to find my fellow villager after they finished arguing. I heard them say they were temporarily breaking up..." Before she could finish, I interrupted, amused: "Hehe, what do you mean by temporarily breaking up, kid! How old is her boyfriend?" "Seems to be the same age as Jojo." "And how old is Jojo?" "21 or 22, I guess!"

"Kid!"

"Mr. Wen, actually I think Jojo is quite pitiful. Because of her health issues, she and her boyfriend have been arguing for a long time. She originally had a very good job in Guangzhou, but her boyfriend forced her to come here. Her boyfriend works in Guanlan, and his parents and brother and sister-in-law live here. Every Saturday when he comes back, he wants her to go over. Jojo doesn't want to go and see his family at all. That guy is very rude; if she doesn't go, he makes a scene at her dormitory. Jojo is afraid the factory will find out, so she has no choice but to go. There's nowhere to sleep there, and she even has to do 'that' with him." I chuckled when I heard this: "Isn't that called 'being a jerk'?" The female supervisor said disapprovingly, "How can you talk about people like that!" I smiled and apologized, and then we didn't continue the conversation, but I inexplicably thought about her.

That night, I couldn't help but send her a text message: "Jojo, are you feeling better? I heard from XX that you broke up with your boyfriend?" She replied: "Yes." I don't know which idiot said: the fate between men and women in this life is a continuation of the bad karma from the previous life. Perhaps it's true; once a man and a woman exchange a single glance, a tragic fate is destined to begin.

With Jojo, I don't know if it was her fault or mine, I can't say whether it was her intention or mine. When I first stood before her, when I first saw her standing quietly outside the line, it was probably everyone turning their heads to look at her; when she first texted me, I think I was moved; when I accompanied her to the beach, perhaps she was moved too.

Humans are ultimately creatures of love and desire; animals are wild and naked; once the restraint held in one's heart crumbles, the flood of desire bursts forth. When I first arrived at the factory, without being immodest, because of my youth, good looks, and high status (how come I'm over forty, yet I'm his friend, and a senior executive in the factory), the girls in the office were quite fond of me. But when they inquired, they found out that Wenjun, so young, was already married, and they were all quite disappointed.

Jojo shared a dorm room with a young production clerk. Once, during a heart-to-heart talk with Jojo, she said,

"Your boyfriend treats you terribly. You should break up... Actually, Mr. Wen is quite nice, young and handsome, with a good temper. He seems to treat you well... I wish my boyfriend could be like him." Jojo said, "Don't overthink it. Mr. Wen is married, and his child is four years old." (Jojo told me this later.) I got married at 24, not long after graduating from university. My wife wasn't my classmate. For young people growing up in Shenzhen, that's early marriage; many of my local friends are still unmarried. So maybe it really is all fate... I've forgotten how our relationship started. In May and June, we rarely saw each other due to work, and I didn't bother her. In the evenings, I would occasionally go to her room to chat or buy her some treats. Sometimes I would also ask the female manager to bring her to my room to watch TV. Other times, I would drive her out for a walk to relax. Most of the time, we would communicate via text message. I remember sending her messages like this:

"You and I are like two parallel lines that never intersect. We're so close, yet I can never hold your hand." "There's a kind of love called protection, a kind called cherishing, and a kind called waiting. I know my situation, and it's difficult for you too, but I will wait patiently..." "You're like a gentle rain falling into my heart. When I first saw you, my joy was like finding the most beautiful purple crystal in the world. I want to treasure you, to keep you from being tainted by dust; to treasure you, to carefully protect you." "I know you want to be alone, you want to leave him. I can do that for you, because I'm a real man, I can do everything for you, find you a quiet little home, let you live the life you want, without being bothered by others, without worrying about losing your job, without having to wander outside anymore." Knowing I was married, she neither refused nor agreed, so she wavered between a boy and a man. However, she was still afraid, afraid that her ex-boyfriend would find out about our relationship. But clearly, she wanted to break up with that man, so she saw him less, and she was clearly willing to date me.

As we got to know each other better, sometimes when we were alone, I would touch her breasts through her clothes, but since her bra was in the way, I couldn't feel anything. Later, she was willing to let me touch them inside. I could feel how big, full, and elastic they were, but she still wouldn't take her clothes off. I wasn't in a hurry. I knew that girls like her needed to be cared for and protected, and they needed a warm and stable feeling. So, most of the time, I would hold her and say sweet and tender words to her, showing the demeanor and composure of a mature man.

After working in that factory for more than half a year, I finally found a good project outside and started opening a chain of clothing stores, and I also said goodbye to He Yisheng. But leaving the factory meant less time to spend with her, but a man's career is always the priority, so I wasn't worried about anything.

Jojo also showed reluctance. At this time, she was still hesitant because her boyfriend, whom she had agreed to break up with, was still harassing her every now and then, either getting angry or dragging her out whenever he saw her. One time, when Jojo refused to go out, the boy picked up a stone from the roadside and hit himself on the head, which made her even more disgusted and repulsed by the little boy.

The female supervisor came over and said to me, "Mr. Wen, are you really leaving? Last night I heard Jojo sitting on the bed talking to herself, wondering if you would come back to see her after you leave." Hearing this, I felt reassured. I quietly asked her out and said, "I know you're still hesitant. I know I'm married, but I really love you. I won't force you to break up with him; I'll wait until you've thought it through." I took a drag of my cigarette, exhaled, and continued affectionately, "If only I had met you seven years earlier, but seven years ago you were still an immature girl. Even if we had met, I don't think we would have clicked. I, Wenjun, only regret that I wasn't fortunate enough to meet you first. But I will come to see you often in the future because you will always be the person I love most. Even if you reject me, I will keep this feeling in my heart." After leaving the factory, I was indeed very busy, but I still didn't forget to send her a text message (how to continue? My fellow wolves should believe in my writing skills; their destructive power is extraordinary).

The shop was still under renovation. One evening around 8 PM, I took some time to drive over and pick her up. I hadn't called her beforehand, and she was quite surprised when I appeared before her, as we hadn't seen each other for over ten days. I said, "Get dressed, I'll take you out." She nodded.

I knew she liked lyrical and tranquil songs like "Ningxia" and "Encounter," so I had already connected my MP3 player to the car stereo. We drove to the reservoir park. There was a quiet path on the left bank of the reservoir park. I parked the car under a tree and took her for a walk.

In the early summer night, the clear moonlight bathed the quiet mountain path. Everything was peaceful, except for the chirping of insects, the rustling of leaves, and the hazy lights in the distance. "It's so peaceful~" she exclaimed. "If every day could be this peaceful, I wish it could be." I hugged her and said tenderly, "If you're willing, I can make it happen." Hearing this, she immediately relaxed, closed her eyes, and peacefully enjoyed the warmth I was giving her.

I lowered my head and gently kissed her ear, lightly nibbling her earlobe. She shuddered slightly, letting out a soft moan, and slumped limply into my arms. We found a place to sit and became intimately close. My hand slipped inside her clothes, through her bra, caressing her breasts as we kissed each other softly. After a while, we both came to our senses. I said, "It's late, shall I take you home?" She looked at me tenderly and nodded.

On the way, I occasionally placed my hand on hers. As we approached the dorm, I suddenly pulled over to a hotel and said, "I'm not going back tonight. Stay with me, okay?" She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "But you can't do *that*..." I smiled and nodded too.

I used the fake ID I'd prepared to book the room, then led her to the elevator. She still hesitated, but reluctantly entered. The air seemed to thicken. I felt a little nervous, but also excited at the thought of finally getting her.

After closing the door, she lay down first, saying she was a little tired. Just as I was about to go over, my phone rang. It was my wife. I hurriedly left the room to answer.

"Honey, where are you?"

"With so-and-so, not coming home tonight..."

"Why aren't you coming home?"

"I drank...slept at his place...okay, never mind, he's calling me...that's all." After hanging up, I immediately called so-and-so.

Back in the room, Jojo was indeed asleep. I called her name, and she mumbled a response. I didn't care anymore; I immediately stripped off my clothes, pulled back the sheet, straddled her, and unbuttoned her clothes. Underneath was a pink bra, her two full breasts bulging, ready to burst open.

She didn't object. I impatiently pulled off her top, unhooked her bra, and her breasts sprang out—they were really big, probably a C-cup. The left breast was slightly larger than the right, the areola was brown, and the nipple was about the size of a peanut. I cursed inwardly, "That beast must have overused her!" Because I'd been with Jojo before, I knew her sensitive spots, so I climbed on top and suckled her breasts while unbuttoning her pants. As soon as I took her nipple into my mouth, goosebumps immediately rose all over my body. I knew this; kissing her earlobe would also cause that. She's so sensitive.

I quickly unzipped her pants and pulled them down. She was wearing beige underwear, and her mons pubis was high and protruding, bulging and swollen. I had already guessed that her vagina was a "steamed bun" vagina. Pulling down her underwear, I found that her crotch was already stained with a lot of vaginal fluid. Her mons pubis was indeed swollen and high like a steamed bun, with dark, messy pubic hair lying flat against it. I touched it with my hand;

it was such a plump and fleshy mound. Spreading her legs, her labia majora were also very thick and swollen, with sparse pubic hair on them, and their color was a bit dark. I couldn't see her labia minora, but the slit was flowing with vaginal fluid, already soaking wet. There was more fluid than I could imagine; she was truly the wettest woman I had ever seen.

Prying open her labia majora, I finally saw her labia minora. It turned out that although her labia minora were not small, they were completely covered by her thick labia majora, and her labia minora were relatively thin, with the left one being slightly smaller. The pink vaginal walls were sealed by two raised, tender fleshy folds, from which vaginal fluid flowed towards the perineum, wetting the entire anus.

I pinched the clitoral skin with two fingers and gently pressed down, causing the small clitoris to protrude upwards, pink and tender, with tiny blood vessels and a little vaginal fluid due to engorgement. I pinched the skin and moved it up and down a few times, making the clitoris move in and out of the fold, somewhat like the movements I make when masturbating. Jojo couldn't take it anymore and trembled violently, her legs spreading even wider.

I was getting excited. Her dazed state was because she was already aroused. So I leaned over and pressed down, my penis already erect at 15 centimeters long. I groped forward and thrust, and it went in quickly. It was fully inserted all at once, and I didn't even realize it. If it weren't for her "hmm" sound, I would have thought it hadn't gone in at all, it was too slippery. Moreover, her vagina was very soft and moist, radiating warmth. I could clearly feel that her vagina was fleshy and juicy, and had strong contractions.

Although I wasn't thrusting, my penis could clearly feel her vagina actively gripping it, a subtle suction sucking at the glans. I immediately realized that this vagina was truly first-rate. The thick, fleshy mound of her mons pubis pressed against my genitals, soft and comfortable, making thrusting incredibly smooth. Each thrust was effortless, penetrating completely, a truly pleasurable sensation. The "plop, plop" sounds of thrusting accompanied her soft moans of "mmm...mmm..." filling the room with the gentle murmur of water.

As I fucked her plump vagina, I would occasionally lower my head to lick her breasts and kiss her lips, sometimes whispering sweet words like "Baby, I love you" in her ear, thinking to myself: "Damn, such a wonderful vagina was deflowered by that kid first, what a pity!" I tried several different positions, including "Pang Tong Crossing the River" from the side, "Old Man Pushing a Cart" from behind, and "Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus" where I lifted her up and placed her on top of me. Throughout, she let me do as I pleased, never opening her eyes, only humming softly. Sometimes, perhaps because I penetrated too deeply, she would let out a soft "uh."

I thrust in and out for about half an hour, secretly keeping time with myself when I got excited, "one, two, three, four, two, two, three, four..." Aside from changing positions, I almost never stopped. During the final sprint, I suddenly increased my speed, thrusting deeper and harder, and this time she really cried out, "Ahhh!"

I felt her vagina suddenly contracting rhythmically, squeezing my glans with a tingling sensation. Then she tensed her whole body, letting out an "Oh..." and hooking her legs around my buttocks, gripping me tightly. I knew she had reached her climax, so I used the last of my strength to thrust wildly a dozen times. Then I felt a jolt in the back of my head as my semen gushed out. I pulled my penis out abruptly, masturbated a few times, and ejaculated several streams of white semen onto her stomach, with a few drops splashing onto her face.

Only then did she slightly open her eyes, her cheeks flushed, and weakly say, "Why did it take you so long?" My lust surged, and I smiled, "What's wrong? Didn't he finish quickly?" She said resentfully, "He's always very fast, sometimes only a dozen or so times. I barely feel anything before he ejaculates." Hearing this, my lust immediately surged again. I hugged her and inserted my semi-erect penis back in. Before she could react, she exclaimed in surprise, "You want more?" I ignored her and began thrusting. My penis gradually hardened, slowly spreading her vagina. I felt her vagina tightening, and she began to moan softly again.

After our intense battle, I was starting to catch my breath. She seemed to sense it too, and rolled over onto me, pressing her legs together and lying motionless. Suddenly, I felt a series of soft, tingling contractions on my penis; she was controlling her vaginal contractions.

I exclaimed in surprise, "You can do this?" She chuckled and said, "Surprised?" I nodded.

Indeed, very few women in real life could do this.

After a while, she spread her legs, straddled my lap, and assumed the "lotus position." I watched my penis moving in and out of her, feeling incredibly pleasurable. She unconsciously moaned, "Mmm... mmm..."

I couldn't help but say, "You're really good at sex!" She opened her eyes, a rosy, lewd smile on her face, and said, "Then I'll show you what the real me is like." With that, she began to thrust her vagina even harder against my penis.

She changed positions several times, sometimes lying on top of me, her lower body moving; sometimes sitting up, her lower body twisting back and forth; sometimes moving up and down with three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. Eventually, she got tired and lay on top of me, panting heavily. My lust surged, I rolled over and pinned her down, pressing her down and thrusting fiercely and rapidly. I felt my glans almost go numb and hot, a tightness inside me, and I pulled out sharply, ejaculating on her belly.

I sat up, panting, and looked at her, also covered in sweat. Only then did I notice a patch of wetness the size of my palm on the white sheet. I laughed at her, "You're amazing! Look at all that wetness." She said weakly, "Is there..." She moved her body with difficulty to look, then shyly pulled the blanket over herself.

I asked, "Didn't you wet this much when you were with him?"

She replied, "No way! Sometimes he comes so suddenly, before I'm even ready, it hurts so much." I cursed inwardly, "You beast, you don't know how to enjoy yourself!" Then we each took a shower, and then we fell asleep in each other's arms. I even pulled her hand to my penis and let her hold it.

The next day, around 6 a.m., I got up. As soon as I moved, she opened her eyes and stared at me blankly. Her first words were, "I feel so bad!" I gently stroked her hair, and she continued, "I feel like I betrayed him..." I comforted her, "How could that be! Didn't you break up with him?" I pulled her into my arms.

She continued, "Besides him, you're the only other person like me." Hearing this, a strong possessive urge surged within me, so I pushed her down again.

She exclaimed in surprise, "You want more?" I didn't care! I lowered my head and greedily sucked on her breasts, making "tsk tsk" sounds. After a while, she started moaning softly. Seeing that it was about time, and my penis was erect, I fucked her hard again.

This time, however, it wasn't sex; it was more like fucking. I mechanically kept thrusting for half an hour. Luckily, she was still very wet, but my penis and glans were numb and a little sore. There was no real pleasure left, but one word: "Awesome!" In the end, I only ejaculated a few drops of semen.

She opened her eyes and smiled sweetly: "You're really amazing!" But by then, I had exhausted all my strength, and my body went limp as I lay down, hugging and kissing her.

The rest of the story is that she became my lover, but there was an unexpected twist in between. Now, I'm keeping her as my mistress, visiting her a few times a month, and each time we have incredibly satisfying sex. (

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