The second part of the story of the lewd young woman Sun Qian, whose beauty attracts bees.

Xiao Bei's wife, Fengzhi (Sun Qian), had only met him once and they weren't very familiar with each other. She had short, eyebrow-length hair, a plump, fair face, and wore a pure white Western-style dress with a tight-fitting short skirt. In Sun Qian's eyes, this young woman was like a wildflower in a field, her full body radiating healthy vitality. Her features were indeed beautiful, but her expression was always melancholy, as if she were preoccupied with something. She seemed subtly displeased with Sun Qian's flirtatious attire and behavior at home, and would occasionally glance at her husband with wary eyes. Jiaming came out at this moment and asked if they wanted to eat at the restaurant or at home. Xiao Bei, his eyes fixed on Sun Qian's lively expression, casually replied, "Keep it simple, let's eat here." Jiaming then changed his clothes and went out.
After dinner, Xiao Bei took them on a shopping spree in the street. His purpose, of course, was for Sun Qian; he was too embarrassed to use the guise of giving his wife a makeover. Naturally, they frequented clothing stores and department stores. Xiao Bei was very meticulous; if Sun Qian showed even the slightest interest in any item, he would buy it without hesitation, spending lavishly without batting an eye. At the jewelry counter, Sun Qian spotted a diamond necklace, especially the ruby pendant, which was about the size of a fingernail, crystal clear. Sun Qian asked the saleswoman to bring it to her, holding it up to her chest, her excitement evident on her face, though the price was considerable. Reluctantly, Sun Qian walked away, but couldn't find Jia Ming and the others, so she went straight to the clothing department. The designer clothes there hung high and low, row upon row, layer upon layer, quickly engulfing Sun Qian. She picked up a dress, thought it was nice and suited her well, and the saleswoman next to her encouraged her to try it on, so she took it into the fitting room. Before she could close the door, Xiao Bei slipped inside. He opened the velvet box in his hand and presented a necklace to Sun Qian's face. Sun Qian's eyes lit up; it was the necklace she had just admired. She asked breathlessly, "Is it for me?" "Of course, but I'll put it on for you," Xiao Bei said. Sun Qian was overjoyed, her eyes sparkling. She leaned forward and gave him a flirtatious look. Xiao Bei leaned in and put the necklace on her, then seized the opportunity to kiss her on the cheek. Sun Qian didn't flinch, pretending not to notice, and continued to play with the sparkling gemstone. When trying on clothes, Sun Qian made him stand aside empty-handed, holding the clothes, and then shamelessly took off her clothes. Like peeling a banana, she carefully and artistically peeled herself until she was half-naked. The three remaining feminine accessories on her body only accentuated the beauty of her sculpted figure. Xiao Bei had long harbored feelings for this woman, and there was an unpleasant past between them, even though he had kissed her and raped her. But seeing her now, so voluptuously revealing herself like clouds emerging from a mountain peak, like mist sweeping away flowers, was a first for him. Her skin was whiter than any other woman's, and under the fitting room lights, it was as smooth as silk. Her breasts were like two giant lemons cut in half, firm and beautiful. The floral bra was too small, barely covering her nipples, leaving most of her snow-white breasts exposed, trembling and ready to burst free at the slightest effort. Her legs were long and shapely, and along with the rest of her body, they exuded a delicate fragrance. He couldn't even describe the scent; it was like orchids and musk, intoxicating and making him dizzy, his mind racing, almost unable to control himself. She seemed oblivious to his distraction, gently twisting her long neck and smiling at his dazed and awkward state. She could see right through him at that moment. She wasn't in a hurry to put on her clothes, but continued to display her beautiful body. Xiao Bei, already burning with desire from her teasing, embraced Sun Qian tightly from behind, his crotch pressing against her buttocks. Through his trousers, he felt as if his penis were sinking into soft jade, and a surge of warm energy flowed from his lower abdomen, gushing out in a burst. Sun Qian knew what was happening and couldn't help but close her eyes, letting out a long moan.
She turned around, cupped his face, and kissed him tenderly. As his fingers had the chance to roam over her body, he felt each finger like a toe wearing figure skating blades, while her skin felt like a newly watered ice rink, slippery and treacherous.
The Sun Qian of today was different from the one from before. Having met someone like Xiao Bei, she wouldn't hesitate to spend money, and so she wore a long-sleeved shirt and a short-sleeved jacket from head to toe. Household items and food, without any regard for right or wrong, were gathered in abundance. Xiao Bei's car was packed to the brim, making it feel cramped for four people. With each sway of the car, the jewels on the windows seemed to flicker against her heart like red fingernails, tickling her and making her laugh.
Back home, Sun Qian impatiently dragged Jia Ming out of the bedroom, pulled Feng Zhi inside, and immediately took off her coat. It was a three-piece suit: a blue skirt with white flowers, a thin, light, soft T-shirt-sleeved top, and a dark blue linen vest, collarless and buttonless, of excellent quality and style. Fengzhi took off her clothes to try them on, and Sun Qian helped her put them on while saying, "Girl, those two mounds on your chest are really eye-catching for men." Fengzhi said, "But the men at home are blind; I haven't touched them in a long time.
" After putting them on, she looked at herself in the mirror and exclaimed, "No, no, too many fluttering pieces; they don't suit me." Sun Qian said to her, "This is a designer brand; that's what it's all about. You're tall enough; they'll look flowing and elegant in them." As Sun Qian spoke, she put on another gray long dress with a small cross-shaped fabric strip on the back. Sun Qian twisted in front of the mirror, admiring the decoration at the waist. Her buttocks were slightly raised, highlighting her slender waist, and the cross-shaped fabric strip looked beautifully fitted. Fengzhi exclaimed repeatedly, "It looks really good, but the back is too exposed." "It's nothing, there's nothing growing on your back," Sun Qian said with a laugh. Fengzhi pinched her inner thigh, making Sun Qian jump on tiptoe in pain. The two women were quite interested in the clothes, and the distance between them suddenly closed. "Sister Qian always dresses so well, from head to toe, even her underwear is so gorgeous," Fengzhi said sincerely. "Women, you know, they only have one private part, of course they should dress well.
" Sun Qian continued, "Look at you, your clothes are all flashy on the outside, but once you take off your bra, it's all wrinkled and your pants are tattered." Feng Zhi squinted at herself in the mirror, then burst out laughing, saying, "That's women for you. After a few years, when they have children, they'll start worrying about them again." "Women are so pitiful, always doing things for others. They dress up nicely just to be seen by men. Haven't you heard that if there were no women, men wouldn't fix toilets?
If there were no men, women wouldn't think about getting beauty treatments?" While the two women were chatting animatedly, the two men in the outer room were silently drinking and watching TV. Many bedrooms had a crack in the wall, and Xiao Bei could vaguely see some things, so she didn't bother to talk to Jia Ming. Jiaming, however, was impatiently waiting for Sun Qian to finish. The pent-up desire of the past week was now swirling within him, burning him with a tingling, unpleasant ache.
He rushed in, just as Fengzhi came out of the bedroom, and saw Sun Qian still admiring her new clothes. He grabbed her and forced himself on her. Sun Qian cried out urgently, "The door, the door, is it closed?
" Then she lay down on the bed, spreading her legs. Jiaming had just closed the door, and as he walked, he took off his clothes, becoming almost naked as soon as he climbed onto the bed. Without any foreplay, he roughly and abruptly thrust himself inside. Jiaming felt a slight stiffness upon penetration. He knew Sun Qian wouldn't tolerate a few thrusts. Sure enough, with a few sudden bursts of effort, Sun Qian's vagina was already glistening with lustful fluid. His glans, like a thirsty animal, swelled up dramatically after being soaked in the fluid. A torrential downpour sent Sun Qian soaring to the heavens. Her face was radiant with pleasure, her eyes gleaming, and she moaned softly, thoroughly enjoying herself.
In another room...On the bed, Xiao Bei treated his wife as if she were Sun Qian, pounding into her relentlessly. Feng Zhi was overjoyed by Xiao Bei's almost frenzied and brutal behavior, so she spread her body wide open, closed her eyes, and let Xiao Bei do as he pleased. When she came to her senses from the afterglow of pleasure, she looked up at him timidly and asked, "What's wrong today?" Xiao Bei simply replied casually, "Maybe it's because it's a new place."
Actually, Xiao Bei was just being polite. He wrapped his arms around her waist again, propped himself up on his knees, and lifted Feng Zhi's waist and hips. In an instant, Feng Zhi was overwhelmed by his vigorous thrusting and pounding, panting with her eyes closed, "I really want to do this all the time." Xiao Bei didn't answer her, grabbing her thigh and shaking it violently.
Feng Zhi initially complained of pain, but later uttered obscene words that women shouldn't say. These words only fueled Xiao Bei's interest, and she used all her charms to please him, letting out cries of pleasure and sinking into a deathly ecstasy. After a while, Feng Zhi slightly opened her eyes, her mouth foaming at the mouth. Her whole body convulsed violently, and her consciousness blurred. Xiao Bei released his energy into her and withdrew. He lay on his back, closed his eyes, and waited for the energy to gather again. The Lewd

Young Woman Sun Qian's Double Butterflies in the Flower Garden
Just after seven in the morning, Xiao Bei knocked on Sun Qian's door. The door wasn't closed tightly; it opened a crack with a gentle push. Xiao Bei peeked inside and saw Sun Qian and her husband, naked, sleeping in each other's arms. Sun Qian's white body was wrapped around Jia Ming like a snake, her hands tightly... She grasped her husband's limp penis. She crossed one leg over him, raising her plump, round buttocks like a small hill. Xiao Bei could only glimpse the hairy area where glistening droplets of moisture still glistened. A surge of heat rose within him, a fire ignited, and his lower abdomen throbbed; his penis immediately stood erect. Feeling it was rather indecent, he returned to the living room and, after calming himself for a moment, knocked on his... The door to their bedroom.
Sun Qianye and her husband had just finished a passionate night of lovemaking, leaving Jiaming limp and still feeling unsatisfied. She didn't know why she felt this way; her desire was surging, and she was becoming increasingly obsessed with sex. Their bed was now a mess, with their underwear scattered on the floor and a blanket half-draped over the edge. Hearing the noise outside, she nudged Jiaming. Outside, Xiao Bei called out, "Get up, let's go have some tea." Jiaming responded, hastily putting on his clothes, and got up to open the door: "So early?" "If you're late, you won't find a seat." As Xiao Bei spoke, his eyes darted across his shoulder to the bed. Sun Qian leaned back, her hands tucked into her hair, using her slender, dark red, glossy tresses as a comb, brushing them upwards. Her smooth, plump arms moved up and down, accentuating the smooth, jade-like skin of her back and her shapely figure, creating many alluring poses. Xiao Bei swallowed hard, fearing that his spying would arouse Jia Ming's suspicion, and could only suppress his urges. Driven by his desires, he turned away.
Entering his room, he saw Fengzhi applying makeup in front of the mirror, wearing only a bra and panties. She sat on a velvet stool, her large, plump buttocks exuding allure. Xiao Bei wrapped his arms around her from behind, his hands kneading her breasts incessantly, his eyes closed as he fantasized that this body was Sun Qian. This caused his groin to become erect and bulging, creating a tent-like bulge in his pants. Fengzhi teased him, "Always like this, have you taken the wrong medicine?" As she spoke, she unzipped his pants, pulled out his manhood, squatted down, and took it in her mouth. While sucking, she cupped his scrotum in her hands, caressing and stroking it. Her own interest was aroused; she felt empty and adrift below, and in her passion, her legs parted. A quick glance revealed Xiao Bei still engrossed in her tongue's teasing. A sudden realization dawned on her: the bedroom door wasn't closed, and she saw Jia Ming, fully dressed, sitting on the sofa in the living room. She sneered at them with ill intent, her face flushing red with shame. She quickly pushed Xiao Bei away, fleeing to another corner of the room. Sun Qian was the last to come downstairs, dawdling. Feng Zhi, already impatient, insisted that Xiao Bei drive the car to the stairs. After a while, Sun Qian finally emerged, dressed to the nines. Her meticulous makeup made her look even more glamorous and alluring. She wore a black suit skirt, but the jacket was unbuttoned. She wore a snow-white bra, just reaching her navel, revealing a sliver of her white belly. Below, she wore a knee-length skirt. Xiao Bei noticed that Sun Qian was wearing silk stockings today, something she had never seen before. She only knew that Sun Qian's calves were flawlessly white and were never concealed. But when she wore black fishnet stockings, she exuded a different kind of charm, the tantalizing glimpse of what was revealed only fueling her desires. She got into the car and sat next to Feng Zhi in the back seat. Feng Zhi stroked her thighs with both hands and said in a soft voice, "Sister Qian, you're so sexy." Sun Qian giggled, "Now Feng-mei knows what sexy is." Then she whispered in her ear, "Men love this kind of thing." Feng Zhi laughed along, attracting Jia Ming, who was sitting in the front, to turn around. "That must be Jia Ming's favorite." "Fengzhi whispered, and Sun Qian put her arm around her shoulder: "It's not just him, all men are like that. Don't you want more men?" "How could I dare? Lend me your husband!" Fengzhi said, her voice brimming with lust.
"Okay, then we can take turns playing with each other." Sun Qian patted her and laughed loudly.
Xiao Bei parked the car in front of the hotel, and a uniformed waiter came over to open the car door for her. Fengzhi seemed embarrassed and quickly thanked the waiter. Sun Qian tugged at her: "No need, people of status don't say thank you." Just like Jiaming, Xiao Bei was waiting in the lobby for the parking lot. Fengzhi caught a glimpse of her reflection through the glass door. She was wearing a white, tight-fitting sleeveless top, her smooth arms exposed, and shorts that barely covered her legs. Although the outfit was expensive and from a good brand, it still looked somewhat out of place on her. Compared to Sun Qian's elegant and noble demeanor, it seemed even more incongruous. Fengzhi tugged at her clothes and tidied her hair in front of the glass door. Her face was a plain but beautiful small round face, with long, alluring eyes and deep-set double eyelids that swept straight into her temples.
She felt a gaze, like water, pouring down on her from nearby. She boldly met his gaze and saw Jiaming smiling at her. Their four eyes seemed to be strung together, indistinguishable. Jiaming also thought that Fengzhi was indeed a beauty, only her facial expressions were somewhat lacking. It was precisely this blankness that accentuated her gentle and dignified ancient Chinese charm.
Xiao Bei walked over. The elevator was crowded, and amidst the throng, he recklessly pushed his way through the crowd, pulling Sun Qian to a corner. The elevator was overloaded, the buzzer warning loudly. The doors wouldn't close, and a cacophony of voices announced that several people were getting off. Xiao Bei and Sun Qian were already in the lowest corner. Ignoring the noise of the others, he pressed himself against Sun Qian's back, bringing his face close to her neck. He reached out and touched her hair, then moved his hand down her neck, reaching her spine. Sun Qian tried to escape, shaking her head, afraid that Jia Ming, who was right in front of her, would see. Not daring to turn around and scold him, she pushed her hand away, but unexpectedly, her hand, which was pushing against his stomach, touched his hard penis. She felt a chill run down her spine. Then, through his pants, she gave it a hard tug, shaking and playing with it, finally... Several people got off before the elevator began to rise again. The speed of the ascent gave her a feeling of weightlessness, and Sun Qian felt not only her own weight but also her heart pounding in her throat. The flirting amidst all these stares always excited her more than usual. Unfortunately, they reached their floor in a flash. Despite the brief caresses, Sun Qian knew her lower body was already soaked; her pants clung to that particularly sensitive area, feeling cool and uncomfortable, especially since she was wearing silk pants that day.
After exiting the elevator, Fengzhi noticed beads of sweat on Xiao Bei's forehead and asked him with concern. Xiao Bei casually replied, "The elevator was too stuffy." Sun Qian gave them a knowing smile. The waiter led them to a private room. Hong Kong-style dim sum isn't about the tea, but about the abundant selection of dim sum. Carts swayed back and forth, the steaming food dazzling the eye. Xiao Bei quickly piled a large amount onto the table. The group sipped chrysanthemum tea and savored the exquisite dim sum. Just then, Xiao Bei received a phone call, his face beaming with joy. After hanging up, he got up and refilled everyone's tea. Reaching Jia Ming, he said, "Brother, your matter is settled."After saying that, he looked at Sun Qian with a smug expression, like a child waiting for praise. Jiaming's face showed deep anticipation, and he excitedly asked, "When was it decided?" Sun Qian said coquettishly, "What are you talking about? I don't understand." Xiao Bei smiled and said, "Anyway, Jiaming is treating this morning." "What's the big deal? As long as that's done, everything is negotiable." Jiaming patted his chest.
"You said it, so don't go back on your word." Xiao Bei said, "You'll be promoted to Dean of Students right here at the same school. How about that, satisfied?" Jia Ming stood up, holding up his teacup, and said, "I knew you could do it. I've finally made it.
Come on, let's have some tea instead of wine." Sun Qian saw her husband's face flushed, his joy at his dream coming true radiating from his expression. Thinking about how difficult it had been for him, all these years, and the ordeal he went through back then, she was secretly happy for him. "Sure, sure, we're brothers, no problem." Xiao Bei readily agreed, "But we should have a drink to celebrate." Jiaming ordered the wine and clamored that everyone should drink to celebrate his career advancement.
Soon, he was so drunk he couldn't tell which way was which. He staggered over to Fengzhi, still holding his wine glass, insisting she clink glasses with him. He stumbled and nearly fell into her arms, but she quickly caught him. Sun Qian also came to help. With one woman on his arm, he, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, brought his lips to Fengzhi's face, pecking and nibbling, smearing his wine-tasting saliva onto her skin. Fengzhi was caught between anger and avoidance. She glanced at Xiaobei, who stood by coldly, a mocking smile playing on his lips. Just then, Xiaobei left the private room, and Fengzhi felt much more at ease, allowing Jiaming to take liberties with her without restraint. She even glanced at Sun Qian, as if to say, "You said it yourself, my husband is mine this time.
" Seeing Fengzhi's half-hearted resistance to Jiaming's advances, Sun Qian knew that staying any longer would only lead to trouble, especially since she was also thinking about Xiaobei. So she simply got up... She left and waited at the door for Xiao Bei to return from the bathroom. She waved to him, and the two went home first.
As soon as they entered, Xiao Bei hugged Sun Qian from behind, gently hooking the door shut with his foot. Sun Qian playfully twisted her body, raising her hand above her head, but instead of holding the hairpin in her hair, she removed it. Turning around, she tossed her dark red hair, which cascaded over her shoulders. She smiled charmingly, her red tongue playfully circling her full, luscious lips like a cat's. She shook her thick, night-like hair. Xiao Bei kissed her lips, boldly thrusting his tongue inside. Sun Qian held it tightly, and a whirlwind immediately gripped him. Sun Qian's sucking was skillful and experienced, feeling like a gentle avalanche. Sun Qian took off her coat and skirt; she wanted to take more off. Xiao Bei held her arm down. Sun Qian's black pantyhose gave him a different kind of allure, the fiery red thong imprisoned within the mesh fabric and the surrounding white flesh even more... He felt a surge of color, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, a rush of intense desire washing over him, as if the semen bubbling up in his lower abdomen was about to burst forth. He quickly placed Sun Qian on the living room sofa, then, panting, unbuckled his belt, his eyes still lingering on the alluring body reclining on the sofa.
Sun Qian, facing Xiao Bei's muscular physique, her eyes filled with undisguised desire; the proportions of his bones and the contrast of light and shadow formed by his muscles, large and small, were so perfectly balanced. How harmonious, how powerful and beautiful! She felt like an experienced fur trader, her gaze sweeping over each part of his naked body, pausing briefly. She could almost hear the trader admiringly saying: "Look at this glossy fur, what a fine fur!"
Look at those deltoids, biceps, abs, and sphincter muscles—these muscles and bones are so intimately intertwined, practically inseparable. And look at those two bulges of muscle on his shoulder blades—don't they resemble the shoulder blades of an ox? The raw, masculine strength was true masculine beauty. And that thing between his legs, veins bulging, dark and menacing like a leaping serpent, bared its fangs, ready to attack its prey at any moment. Xiao Bei didn't pounce on her like a beast as Sun Qian had imagined. He stripped off his clothes and knelt before the sofa, his hands caressing Sun Qian's body. His slender, long fingers were delicate and beautiful, as if imbued with emotion and thought, like a butterfly facing a cluster of flowers, full of... With tender pity and sorrow, he hesitated for a long time before extending his beautiful tendrils, trembling as he slowly moved forward, tentatively attempting to touch her body. Upon the first touch, he recoiled swiftly as if electrocuted, seemingly hurting himself as well, stiffening there timidly like a scallion stalk, as if startled. Sun Qian felt a little dizzy; something was budding, something was flowing, uncontrollably flowing, flowing in a vortex filled with the fragrance of her body.
Sun Qian let him use his mouth on her chest. He nuzzled and teased, making her breasts bounce like rabbits, while his hands scratched and clawed at her belly, sending shivers of pleasure through her like electric shocks. He let his wet tongue lick her entire body, its tip moving like a ripple on water, finally discovering a favorite spot hidden beneath a patch of damp, grassy grass. Xiao Bei's tongue stopped there, and he even used his fingers to create a hole in her stockings, pulling up one side of her pants... Qian's crotch was already overflowing with lustful fluids, her legs writhing in burning desire. Xiao Bei lifted her legs, half-squatting, half-kneeling, his erect penis teasing her. At this moment, the area between Sun Qian's thighs felt like a stomach that had been empty for many years, now ravenous, every inch of flesh seemingly turning into hard teeth, searching for food. Having caught Xiao Bei's willingly surrendered penis, how could she let it escape? She had already tightly taken it into her mouth, then let out a soft moan, her eyes tightly closed as if trying to savor it. She seemed reluctant to open her eyes for a long time.
Xiao Bei's penis, soaked in the melting, lustful juices of Sun Qian's vagina, swelled even more. He thrust and pounded into her with all his might, wanting nothing more than to penetrate her deeply. Seeing Sun Qian arching her back to meet his thrusts, his lust intensified. He used every trick in the book, thrusting up and down, deep and shallow, like an ox pulling a bow. Soon, his forehead was drenched in sweat, the beads rolling down his bronze skin with each movement. The spray fell on Sun Qian's body, and wave after wave of pleasure surged through her, tingling and numbing her nerve endings, bringing unparalleled bliss. Looking at Sun Qian beneath him, he saw her brows furrowed, her body trembling with each thrust, murmuring incoherently so Xiao Bei couldn't understand her. Her hands seemed unsure where to go, sometimes groping her body aimlessly, sometimes gripping Xiao Bei's buttocks tightly. At this moment, Xiao Bei was pressed down on top of her, their navels touching. Their thighs were tightly intertwined, and his thick, massive penis, like an iron pestle, ground against her thighs like ink being ground. Sun Qian felt as if she were about to fall from a towering peak, her heart hanging in suspense, feeling something slowly seeping from deep within her womb. Her entire body felt limp, as if her bones had been removed, and she had no strength left to move. This act of lovemaking, with the man's intense lust, was something Sun Qian had never experienced before; it was truly earth-shattering for her. They rolled off the sofa... They moved to the carpet. From the living room, they made their way to the bedroom, rolling around on the large bed where Sun Qian and Jia Ming slept. The man wanted to be with her, but she wouldn't give in; she wanted to stop, but he wouldn't give up. Just as things were getting heated, Xiao Bei grabbed her alluring face and delicate eyebrows, pressing his lips to hers with deep affection. Their mouths met, their tongues intertwining and conquering each other, while his hands were not idle either, kneading and squeezing her bare breasts. Sun Qian wanted to take off her only clothes—stockings and panties—but he wouldn't let her, insisting she put on high heels instead. The shoes, he pushed her body onto the bedroom balcony, then thrust into her from behind. Sun Qian clung tightly to the marble railing, her disheveled hair billowing in the wind like a burning red flame. On the lawn below the apartment, several children were playing happily with a ball, while their adults sat leisurely on stone benches. One had returned from the market and was loudly discussing prices with another.
Xiao Bei was unaware whether he had already ejaculated. Perhaps this was the third or fourth time he had ejaculated inside Sun Qian. Anyway, he felt his penis was tired and soft, but with a little more effort, it became erect and stiff before her. Sun Qian's stockings and panties were completely soaked, her pubic hair covered in a paste-like fluid. Another rapid thrusting followed, and Sun Qian's soft moans and low groans sounded like sighs. Her face was flushed, and her large, watery eyes revealed an indescribable allure, but because they were on the balcony, she dared not shout loudly. 2)
While Xiao Bei and Sun Qian were indulging in passionate lovemaking at home, Feng Zhi waited and waited at the hotel, but Jia Ming, drunk, kept pestering her. Unable to resist Jia Ming's harassment, she had no choice but to place her delicate body in his arms. Jia Ming didn't have much effort in taking off her pants. In fact, Feng Zhi's heart was also burning with desire, and she had an indescribable feeling for Jia Ming deep in her heart. Since childhood, she had only thought of teachers as aloof and unsmiling, but she never expected that Jia Ming would be so infatuated with her and so arrogant in private. Perhaps the man in her mind should be like him, with refined manners and witty conversation. So she didn't refuse, and even liked him a little. She just twisted her body slightly and obediently let him take off her underwear. Before Jiaming could even pull her pants off completely, his eyes lit up. Fengzhi's pubic hair was thick and black, a glossy, slippery expanse. He tried to place his hand there, but Fengzhi kept her legs tightly closed. He tried to probe with his fingers, but the wet, fleshy cleft was tightly shut, making it impossible for him to find the opening. His fingers wandered aimlessly over her lower abdomen and inner thighs, and he groaned anxiously. Seeing him shaking his head and ears, like a hungry baby unable to find its nipple, Fengzhi couldn't help but laugh and said, "Silly boy, how can you open your legs if my pants aren't all off?" Jiaming then realized that the pants were wrapped around her knees, binding both her feet.
Fengzhi pulled down her pants and went to the sofa in the private room, her jade-like legs spread wide. Jiaming stared wide-eyed, his eyes wide, vaguely seeing the opening amidst the tangled grass. He then pried open the slit to peek closer. Her face was flushed and moist, and at the tip of the slit, a pea-sized clitoris protruded. Jiaming could no longer restrain himself; the alcohol seemed to have worn off. He deftly loosened his belt, and Fengzhi reached out and tugged at it like pulling cotton wool, instantly catching his manhood. After a couple of shakes, it suddenly swelled, thick and long, as hard as an iron rod. She stroked and teased that iron rod, and in a moment of excitement, she pressed her pink face against it, sticking out her tongue and sucking and licking it from top to bottom, making it blush like a little monk with a flushed face.
Seeing Fengzhi's wanton appearance, Jiaming unceremoniously hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, thrusting his member deep into her pubic hair. With a final, forceful thrust, he went all the way in, then began pumping back and forth with lightning speed, making the half-leaning sofa sway back and forth with a loud thud.
Once Fengzhi went wild, she became even more wanton than Sun Qian. She gritted her teeth, clutching her buttocks with both hands, working up to meet him. All she knew was that her vaginal fluids trickled out, staining her pubic hair and seeping down her thighs and buttocks. In just a short while, she felt weak and timid, her legs gradually slowing their kicking and rubbing until they were raised high like two snow-white, plump, soft plants, their branches swaying, a scene of enchanting spring. Jiaming felt as if he were immersed in red syrup, his blood surging, his heart pounding, his breath ragged, his body tense and suffocating. Wave after wave of red liquid crashed over him, making him feel both ecstatic and delirious, threatening to knock him unconscious. Finally, like grabbing a stuck sluice gate, he pulled hard, and the pent-up torrent burst forth, crashing against the rocks with a sound like a zither, winding and curving, flowing merrily along the mountainside. His entire being was like a drop of water, launched into the sky, instantly dried by the scorching sun, turning into white mist, then wispy clouds, and disappearing into the distance. The wanton
young woman, Sun Qian, and her lover, Fengzhi, didn't return to Sun Qian's house until lunchtime. Jiaming had only told her to go back first, but he himself had disappeared. Fengzhi knew he was guilty, so this was for the best, to avoid arousing suspicion from Sun Qian and Xiao Bei. She took a taxi back. Xiao Bei and Sun Qian were already having lunch. Sun Qian greeted them, "Why are you so late? We couldn't wait!" The table was laden with food: steamed lobster, boiled crab, and even a turtle soup with chicken. The turtle's head was sticking out of the soup bowl, looking just like a man's genitals.
Sun Qian had redone her makeup. She wore a low-cut, backless top that exposed her fair, full shoulders, paired with a tight-fitting short skirt. It was fiery red from head to toe, including her stockings and shoes. Her hair was rose-red, her face was flushed from drinking, and her lips were oily and crimson. The intense red color was overwhelming, giving her a passionate and alluring look. Xiao Bei was also wearing a short-sleeved shirt and trousers. It was clear they had been drinking for a while. Xiao Bei, despite being drunk, didn't blush; instead, her face was pale and bluish. Fengzhi hurriedly washed up in the bathroom, wearing Sun Qian's nightgown with only two thin straps that sank deep into her plump shoulders. Feeling somewhat guilty about what happened with Jiaming, she was extra affectionate and attentive to Xiaobei: "Don't drink anymore." "Yeah, I already got one drunk this morning." Sun Qian, holding a piece of abalone, smiled at the plump piece. She then picked up a wine glass and stared blankly at it, laughing.
Fengzhi took Xiaobei's glass, seemingly triggered by some memory. The smile that had been plastered on her face now froze on her lips. Xiaobei leaned to the side, placing his hand on her shoulder, lingering on her rounded area, then brazenly slipping his hand inside her open neckline, grasping her unbraced breasts. Fengzhi glanced over, swayed her body affectionately, and quickly glanced at Sun Qian out of the corner of her eye. However, she turned her head and looked at the cactus on the windowsill in a sapphire blue porcelain plate. It was in the midst of budding, and its thick, dark green leaves stretched out in all directions like a nest of green snakes. The red tips of the branches looked like snake tongues sticking out.
Fengzhi placed her hand on Xiaobei's thigh, feeling a surge of warmth and romance from her husband, a warmth that had never been so intense. Her hand moved upwards, eventually touching Xiaobei's thick, erect penis. A shiver ran through her; having seen Jiaming's penis before, she now compared it to her husband's, and they were truly different. She hadn't noticed before, but Jiaming's was longer and the pubic hair softer and more manageable, unlike Xiaobei's coarse and messy one. As he touched it, it felt like he had penetrated deep into her, tickling her heart with a tingling, numbing sensation. Especially his initial shyness, followed by so many caresses and tenderness once inside, his numerous techniques and methods—she realized that a knowledgeable man was different. Thinking this, the irritating little beast within her leaped out, writhing and thrashing about, making her feel burning with desire. Unconsciously, her hand tightened its grip on Xiao Bei's member, her own breasts throbbing uncomfortably, her nipples erect in his hand, and her thighs clenching tightly involuntarily. Xiao Bei's lust intensified, and he thrust his member out, pressing Sun Qian's head down and pinning her under the table in front of her. She involuntarily bent down, kneeling on the floor, and took the glans into her mouth. Lubricated by her saliva, the glans swelled even more, throbbing restlessly in her tight opening. She busily stroked it, her tongue exploring every nook and cranny. Despite her wantonness, Sun Qian felt a growing unease. She pushed her cup away, placed her hand on the back of the chair, and sent a knowing glance over. Xiao Bei grinned and smirked, enjoying himself, his eyes teasingly fixed on Sun Qian's alluring gaze. The alcohol was already burning within Sun Qian, and the sensual stimulation from the couple made her realize she was completely soaked. Her stockings clung coolly to her thighs, and her hand instinctively reached down. Feng Zhi, lying under the table, saw Sun Qian's legs spread wide, stockings but no underwear, a tuft of messy pubic hair glistening. At that moment, Xiao Bei lifted her up from under her armpits and pulled down her underwear. Feng Zhi feigned shyness, half-resisting, half-yielding, twisting her body but turning her buttocks towards her husband. Then, Xiao Bei lifted her up and thrust into his crotch. His penis, as if guided by eyes, slid straight into her vagina. Feng Zhi cried out, "Why are you here?" but secretly, she was still thrusting in and out. Sun Qian watched coldly as Feng Zhi's short hair flew wildly, her cheeks flushed, and her bright eyes blinked intermittently. Her buttocks swayed wildly, her body moving like a willow in the wind. Sun Qian felt a shiver run through her, and a trickle of fluid welled up from deep within her lower abdomen. She got up to leave, but as she passed Feng Zhi, Feng Zhi let out a soft cry and pulled her into a tight embrace. Feng Zhi, holding Sun Qian's waist, leaned forward, and Xiao Bei felt a sudden emptiness in his penis, which slipped away from her. He could no longer sit still; he stood up, thrusting his hips forward like a dragonfly skimming the water's surface, a swallow flying into its nest, and his enormous member plunged back in. Xiao Bei's lower body didn't stop thrusting, but he reached out a hand to caress Sun Qian's cheek, then leaned in and kissed her lips. Their lower bodies were separated by Feng Zhi, and they stretched out their bodies, their tongues intertwining and dancing. Feng Zhi's face nestled against Sun Qian's lower abdomen, and with one hand, she unzipped Sun Qian's short skirt, pulling it down to her ankles along with her silk pants. She could see Sun Qian's private parts clearly; the smooth, plump sides revealed a small, protruding object like a rooster's comb. Unable to resist her curiosity, she touched it with her fingers. With just one touch, Sun Qian's legs trembled violently, and the lustful fluid from her vulva seeped down her thighs. Sun Qian let out a soft moan, raising her hands above her head, removing a hair clip from her long, rose-red hair, letting it cascade down her shoulders and breasts like a waterfall. She knew her desire had been aroused. As she unbuttoned Xiao Bei's shirt, her fingers trembled with impatience. She saw Xiao Bei's broad chest again, glistening with fine beads of sweat. Xiao Bei didn't stop his thrusting; instead, his buttocks arched forcefully, causing Feng Zhi, who was bent over, to moan softly as he thrust in and out. She tried to offer him her large buttocks, crying out, "Sister Qian, save me! My back is about to break!" Sun Qian said, "Let's go to the bed." She moved her feet, throwing off the stockings and skirt on her feet. Xiao Bei slapped Feng Zhi's buttocks repeatedly. As his member withdrew from her vagina, Feng Zhi suddenly felt as if she were about to collapse, her legs weak and powerless, and she slumped into a chair. Xiao Bei, drawing strength from who-knows-where, picked up Sun Qian and carried her to her bedroom. Sun Qian wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his face incessantly. When Feng Zhi caught her breath and followed him into the bedroom, she saw Sun Qian, her body exposed like a soft, yielding beach. Xiao Bei lay on top of her, his long tongue roaming over her glistening white skin, like a sand crab diligently searching for food to satisfy its hunger.
Feng Zhi didn't get into bed; she had already removed her pajamas and knelt naked on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed, fully appreciating the sensual scene before her. Feeling unbearably hot all over, Xiao Bei's tongue was licking Sun Qian's firm, high breasts, its tongue skillfully circling around her nipples, sometimes drawing circles around the crimson areolas, sometimes swiftly skimming over the nipples, teasing Sun Qian until she moaned incessantly, as if a thousand ants were crawling all over her body. Feng Zhi then manipulated Sun Qian's thighs with her hands. The skin on Sun Qian's legs was delicate and smooth, feeling slightly slippery to the touch. Moving upwards, she reached her plump vulva, already soaked with lustful fluids. The two petals were throbbing and blooming, the clitoris peeking out delicately. She brushed it with her fingertips, and the clitoris, like a shy woman, retreated into the doorway. Then, Sun Qian cried out incoherently, her whole body arching like a cooked shrimp. Sun Qian was already burning with passion and desire. Her hands groped haphazardly in the air, and she suddenly and firmly grasped the erect member that was twisted between Xiao Bei's waist. She eagerly pulled it down to her lower body, arching her hips to meet it. With little effort, she swallowed it whole. The two pressed tightly together. Xiao Bei reached out and tightly gripped her slender waist. Sun Qian's waist hung precariously, her member bulging out prominently. Xiao Bei then unleashed a powerful thrust, pumping and pounding, sending her to the highest heavens. She couldn't help but moan and groan, like a child crying in its sleep.
Fengzhi watched as the man and woman joined together, their bodies moving in and out, their juices flowing freely. Her lustful heart was filled with irrepressible desire, and she eagerly climbed onto the bed, sprawling beside Sun Qian, her plump, tender buttocks raised high. Xiao Bei withdrew his wet penis and thrust it into her tangled pubic hair, pumping wildly for a while before re-entering Sun Qian's vagina. He teased her from one side while simultaneously penetrating from the other. Fengzhi saw Sun Qian's eyes roll back, her once dark pupils seemingly gone, her legs kicking wildly. Knowing she was nearing her climax, she helped support her thighs, her hands teasing and caressing her vulva. Seeing Sun Qian's buttocks swaying like a whirlwind, her face tightly gripping and swallowing, Xiao Bei felt as if his glans was being bitten, and he trembled violently for a moment, his semen gushing out, pouring and gushing, so much so that Sun Qian couldn't contain it, and it even gushed out with her own vaginal fluids. After the climax, a lingering weariness followed, and Sun Qian hastily pulled a towel over her lower body, not caring about the mess of debauchery, and lay flat on her back and fell asleep. It wasn't until almost evening that Jia Ming returned home. He quietly opened the door, the living room was empty, and Xiao Bei's house was tightly closed. He paced to the bedroom and saw Sun Qian lying on her back, still not enough to sleep. He was used to Sun Qian sleeping naked. Just as he was about to go to the bathroom, he turned around and saw Sun Qian lying on the bed with her eyes open, facing him. Jia Ming observed that her brows were furrowed, her eyes were coldly shining, and she was pouting, as if she was sulking. He rushed forward, pressing his face against the edge of the bed, and said, "I have some urgent business to attend to." Feeling his words sounded somewhat unnatural, he became increasingly suspicious that he had blushed slightly when he answered. She smiled, her eyes narrowing, her nose slightly wrinkled, revealing a seductive charm. "Why are you so nervous?" "Oh, so you were just kidding me." He pulled her close, trying to kiss her forcefully, but Sun Qian covered his lips with her hand: "Go wash up, you still smell like another woman." Seeing the messy state of the bed, he became suspicious and pulled back the thin blanket covering Sun Qian. He saw a towel tucked between her bare thighs, her pubic hair matted and sticky, and said with feigned displeasure, "Well, well, what a mess you've made." "You're allowed to do it, but I'm not?" Sun Qian knew he wasn't really angry, so she replied with a warm smile. "Go wash up, there's something good for you to do later.
" When Jiaming came out of the bathroom, Sun Qian was sitting in front of the dressing table, playing with her long hair. He couldn't help but gasp. Sun Qian was so relaxed and at ease. She was only wearing a bra, which was different from others. It was very red and made of soft silk or satin. Only a small part of her breasts were supported. They had been kneaded and shaped countless times by men's bodies and hands, whether roughly or gently, purely out of passion or to show off their skills. They had been molded and ripened, standing firm on her chest like two snow-white and plump loaves of bread, bulging and tempting, making every man's mouth water. Below, however, was a narrow thong. Jiaming wondered what that narrow piece of fabric could cover, but he often let it arouse his burning desire. Bathed in the soft light of the room, she seemed to solidify into a statue brimming with desire, her long, pink legs intertwined, the graceful curves of her abdomen emitting an alluring fragrance. Jiaming stepped forward and embraced her from behind, pressing his lips to hers. Her lips responded, moving against his, tentatively trying to slip his tongue into her mouth, desperately suppressing the burning desire within him, holding her tightly and carefully. Sun Qian's fingers gently caressed his cheek, igniting a fierce fire within him. Just as he was about to take things further, Sun Qian twisted her body in protest and pushed him away. Bored,
Jiaming strolled out of the living room, and to his astonishment, he saw Fengzhi also wearing only a thin nightgown, lazily stretching out her limbs on the sofa. Her eyes gleamed incredulously, she smiled seductively, and held up a finger to him. Jiaming went over and placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked around, her eyes darting about. "Xiao Bei isn't here." "He's here, but he's still asleep." Her lips parted slightly, waiting for him. She licked his lips with her tongue, rekindling a faint flame. He wrapped his arms around her neck, pressing her head down onto the sofa. She joyfully responded with her hands, embracing his head in return. He closed his eyes and kissed her passionately, a surge of excitement coursing through his body. Fengzhi felt his hands exploring her body; she loved his caresses, his gentle and affectionate movements. She let the thin straps of her bra slip down, allowing his hands to touch her bare skin. He began to breathe heavily into her mouth. Fengzhi lifted the hem of his bathrobe with her fingers, sliding them over his underwear, stopping at his thighs. His muscles were firm and defined. She gently lifted his face, moving it away from her lips and pressing it down onto her high, firm breasts. She felt incredibly good; only he could bring her such pleasure. He panted, wanting to cry out. Fengzhi felt his trembling, and then her hand, which had been caressing his genitals, felt a warm current emanating from his body through his underwear. This warmth flowed through her entire body, and she held her breath, hugging him tightly. The two of them played and laughed freely on the sofa. Fengzhi's usually gentle voice turned into a scream. Jiaming, afraid that Sun Qian and Xiao Bei would hear, quickly covered her mouth and then pulled up the hem of his bathrobe. Only then did he loudly ask Sun Qian in the room what she was having for dinner. Sun Qian came out of the room wearing only a bra and panties: "There's plenty of food in the fridge, but I'm afraid you'll have to be the chef." Jiaming looked distressed: "Why me again?" His eyes lingered on Fengzhi. Fengzhi volunteered: "I'll help you." Sun Qian winked and smiled at Fengzhi. Fengzhi wasn't embarrassed now and even pushed Jiaming's back triumphantly towards the kitchen.
Jiaming was indeed a skilled cook, and his culinary skills played a significant role in winning Sun Qian's heart back then.
In the kitchen, Jiaming removed his loose bathrobe, leaving him shirtless except for an apron. As Fengzhi groped him, she also pulled down his underwear. Jiaming was tall and slender, but having trained in sports, he wasn't exactly frail; his body was still strong and muscular, and his skin was fair. Fengzhi pressed herself against him from behind, one hand playing with his nipple, while the other slipped under his apron, stroking his penis relentlessly. Jiaming was astonished by this woman's boldness and recklessness. He was captivated by her ministrations, his hands busy, and he would occasionally turn back to suck on her tongue. Fengzhi felt like ants were crawling all over her body, a tingling itch that made her tremble uncontrollably. She rolled over, crawled into the kitchen cabinet, and stuck her buttocks high in the air. Jiaming wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist, pulled back her apron, and thrust his long penis inside. Fengzhi gasped for breath, moaning softly, her breasts swaying and circling. Finally, they managed to put together a table of vegetables. Jiaming then thrust into Fengzhi hard on the kitchen cabinet. Although the position was awkward and they couldn't go wild as they pleased, it at least extinguished much of their burning desire.
Jiaming was about to call Sun Qian out for dinner when he saw the scene before him, but he changed his mind. Xiao Bei had pushed Sun Qian down onto the soft brocade stool in front of the dressing mirror. His dark buttocks were thrusting violently, his body already drenched in sweat, relentlessly pounding into her. Sun Qian moaned and cried out beneath him, her eyes burning with lust. Her legs were wrapped around Xiao Bei's waist, one hand tightly around his neck, and the flesh on her arm trembled as Xiao Bei thrust in and out. Jia Ming, unaware that Xiao Bei had already had sex with two women at noon, was caught in a dilemma when Sun Qian said to him provocatively, "What are you waiting for? Join in!" Everyone harbored lustful thoughts, and now that this window had been opened, they no longer hesitated. Jia Ming was already shirtless, except for the apron around his waist, which looked rather comical. After Xiao Bei moved aside, he turned Sun Qian around and made her lie face down on the round stool. Sun Qian's lower abdomen was pressed against the stool, her head almost touching the ground, her body bent like a bow, raising her white buttocks. Jia Ming then parted his penis among her glossy pubic hair and teasingly entered her still dripping wetness, thrusting rapidly and fiercely.
Xiao Bei sat right in front of Sun Qian, his hands stroking her hair and her hanging breasts, his cheek pressed against hers, his tongue occasionally flicking into her mouth, their tongues entwining and teasing each other. Sun Qian's hands moved back and forth across Xiao Bei's strong chest, gradually becoming excited. She grabbed Xiao Bei's penis and stretched out her tongue. Xiao Bei changed his position so she could take the entire penis into her mouth. Her face turned purplish-red from pleasure, her eyes welling up with tears of joy, her mouth swollen and full from Xiao Bei's penis, her cheeks aching. Meanwhile, Jia Ming continued to thrust relentlessly and joyfully, his long penis seeming to want to churn out her intestines, his heavy breathing turning into a wolf-like howl. This made Xiao Bei's blood boil. He took Jia Ming's position and, like a pile driver, pounded down on his penis, swinging his round, swollen member like a golden snake dancing wildly. Before this, Sun Qian had never been stimulated by a man like this, especially in bed. In sex, men were always obedient to her, always trying their best to please her. But now, the two of them were like competitors, using all their skills, going back and forth, one after the other, vying for supremacy. They exhausted her, making her moan and howl. She felt like she was about to collapse, and her lower body ached, but the numbness and tingling also brought a soul-stirring pleasure. This drove her almost crazy. Her hazy eyes looked at the countless overlapping figures in the mirror, unable to distinguish which of the strong, powerful bodies was her husband and which was her lover.
Feng Zhi stood silently outside the door. She had been there for a long time, witnessing this vivid and sensual scene. Her desire surged like a river bursting its banks. She couldn't help but caress her breasts with her hands, then felt an emptiness below, so she crossed her legs and sat on the armrest of the sofa. The moment her buttocks touched the soft leather, they involuntarily began to sway with pleasure. Seeing the obvious signs of fatigue on Sun Qian's face, she let out a series of cries, sinking into a state of near-death ecstasy. A surge of lustful fluid erupted from her body, and she collapsed onto the sofa as if paralyzed.

The wanton young woman, Sun Qian, danced freely in the sky.
　She awoke from her drowsy state and noticed the dawn light gradually brightening outside the window. She lay there, the sunlight illuminating her pretty, lively face, her hair spread across the pillow, highlighting her moon-like features. She didn't want to get up yet, lazily gazing at the brightening window. Feeling a little hot, she raised her arms and rested them behind her head. She liked lying like this, enjoying the warm and languid atmosphere, and the freedom to let herself go, allowing her thoughts and emotions to wander unrestrainedly in memories and dreams.
A corner of the blanket was lifted, revealing her full, firm breasts. Every day when she returned home, she could completely indulge herself, letting those plump white breasts be freed from their constraints.
The man sleeping in Sun Qian's bed was her godfather, Zhang Qingshan. He had just returned from the south yesterday, and hadn't even arrived yet, but she had already made several phone calls. After a restless night, he was still immersed in sleep, snoring loudly, a lively, clattering sound like a speeding train. She and Xiao Bei drove to the airport to pick him up. Before leaving, Xiao Bei had teased her to the point of ecstasy on this bed. She could never resist Xiao Bei's youthful naked body and his powerful physique in bed. Xiao Bei brought her to multiple orgasms, to the point of greed. The two of them were like dry tinder, burning endlessly. Even on the highway to the airport, she made Xiao Bei orgasm again with her mouth. When Zhang Qingshan reached under her skirt in the back seat of the car, he looked on with astonishment. She believed that at least half of the fluid that had seeped out was Xiao Bei's. Sun
Qian checked the time; it was time to get up. She went to the bathroom naked. This time, the Municipal Education Commission had organized a trip for some teachers during the long holiday, and it was Guilin, a place she had longed to visit for a long time. Of course, No. 1 Middle School would include Sun Qian. Just thinking about Principal Zhao Zhen's huge and magnificent member made Sun Qian's heart tingle, and her legs unconsciously clamped together. She told the old man while packing her luggage, a hint of undisguised disappointment immediately appearing on his face, but he still slipped 30,000 yuan into Sun Qian's suitcase.
She liked to sit in front of the vanity mirror after bathing, wearing only a few items, carefully grooming herself, admiring herself in the mirror. She liked to slowly comb her hair, styling it in different ways; she liked to suppress the restless passion in her heart through self-admiration. Due to the steam, her cheeks were flushed, her lips a natural rosy red that surpassed a thousand lipsticks, her crystal-white teeth peeking out from between them like a string of jade beads. She was tall, but not at all thin; her naked body was full and smooth. A few drops of water slid down her loose hair to her chest, glistening like pearls, sliding down her deep cleavage, as if reluctant to leave, sliding very slowly, until finally settling into her navel, like a flower bud, lingering there, gathering into a clear little pond.
Sun Qian's forehead was still dripping with sweat. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with a towel in front of the dressing mirror, while continuing to style her hair. One hand hovered in mid-air, holding her hair high in a bun, pondering how to secure it. She patiently looked at herself in the mirror, and unintentionally caught a glimpse of his face. She noticed the masculine desire in his eyes; the old man's eyes were fixed, staring uncomfortably at Sun Qian's partially exposed, high breasts. He had clearly been awake for quite some time, but she hadn't noticed.
Sun Qian took out a small amount of talcum powder and sprinkled it on the dressing table. She first dabbed at it with her fingertips, then applied it behind her earlobes. Raising her arms, her full breasts lifted, appearing even more prominent and firm. She applied powder to her armpits and the tips of her thighs. Bending over, she pulled out a black bra and panties from a drawer next to the dressing table. As she bent over, the lines of her entire back became more defined; her slender waist moved softly, and her buttocks, perched on the satin-covered round stool, were round and bulging. The muscles in her back taut and contracted, causing the skin to move with fluidity and vitality, making one feel a surge of heat below. Seeing the old man's crotch swell again, it was strange; his penis always became erect instantly in front of his goddaughter, and the force of his erection was no less than that of a young man. She was truly a stunning beauty. He especially loved her serene and peaceful demeanor and posture, particularly in bed, where she would quietly wait in the dim light, her tongue expertly slipping out, yielding to his caresses without making a sound. But when desire ignited, she would erupt hysterically, shouting and moaning while forcefully pushing him away, completely unlike her usual elegance. Zhang Qingshan got out of bed with boundless energy, stroking Sun Qian's smooth shoulders from behind, making her appear even more delicate and tender. His heart pounded, wanting to pinch her full, white buttocks and her round, steamed-bun-like breasts. She opened the wardrobe and took out more than a dozen high-end outfits, trying them on in front of the mirror, unable to decide.
She pleaded with him to help her make a decision. He did his best, sometimes pondering, sometimes slapping his thigh in approval, fussing for half an hour before finally choosing a light green evening gown with a vest. Seeing a grown man being manipulated and pampered around her, she derives immense pleasure from it. She removes her vest, revealing her smooth, rounded shoulders and two snow-white, lotus-root-like arms. She wears a pink cheongsam that accentuates her curves—high slit, low neckline, and a plunging back, more revealing than a Western evening gown. Every time she wears this outfit, it evokes a new poetic feeling in him, making his blood boil and his heart surge. He wants to remove her clothes, to tease her, to mess with her whole body—that would be a pleasure, to revel in her submission and pleas. To reward her for her meticulous dressing up, he goes straight over to embrace and kiss her. His hand slips under her skirt. Sun Qian always nervously and expectantly spreads her legs, quietly waiting for his soft fingers to caress that place, initially bouncing on her inner thighs, then gently and seductively sliding towards its destination.
Sun Qian finally managed to break free from his kissing lips, and said coquettishly, "No, I just finished getting ready." He didn't answer, but his fingers lingered more skillfully on her limp pubic hair. Sun Qian couldn't withstand his teasing; her braids were already wet, seeping with a trickle of fluid. He pulled Sun Qian to the edge of the bed, made her sit on the edge, lifted one of her thighs, and with the slit in her cheongsam almost reaching her hip bone, he used his thick, dark penis to pull aside her panties, then thrust it in forcefully, penetrating Sun Qian's vagina. Sun Qian nearly fell over from his thrust, forcing her to straighten her arms to support herself on the bed, her upper body half-reclined, one leg dangling off the bed, the other bent to make her private parts more prominent for his thrusts. She lowered her eyes, watching his member move in and out of her dark vulva like a weary bird returning to its nest, rising and falling like a chicken pecking at food. Her lust was instantly aroused, and she moaned softly.
The old man immediately felt the muscles of Sun Qian's face tighten and contract, swallowing him like a baby suckling, making the white fluid accompanying his member viscous and thick. He knew she had reached the point of intense passion, so he gritted his teeth and thrust harder. Sun Qian collapsed onto the bed, her legs bent and raised high, her buttocks thrusting forward to receive him. His scalp tingled, a tingling sensation ran through him, and a surge of heat shot through him. Both of them reached their climax simultaneously. All that remained was his still-breathing heavily and Sun Qian's faint, wispy breaths.
"Look, look, you've wrinkled my perfectly good clothes," Sun Qian suddenly said after what seemed like an eternity. She then broke free from his embrace, examining her hair in the mirror. The old man suddenly realized that she had been holding back to avoid messing up her carefully styled hair, but in the end, unable to resist the urge, she had fallen onto the bed. "It's not appropriate for you to wear these clothes on the train," the old man said slowly.
The train station was hot and noisy, bustling with people coming and going. Sun Qian didn't dare let her godfather see her off any further; she got out of his car a short distance away and dragged her suitcase into the square. She looked around the crowd, searching for that familiar face, immediately attracting many glances. Although she wasn't dressed too flamboyantly at her godfather's urging, her red shirt and white skirt, revealing her two smooth, long, oak-like legs, were barely covered by socks around her ankles, and she wore white flat shoes. Although the clothes were ordinary, whatever she wore always possessed an indescribable charm. The shirt was made of light, soft fabric, and had a low neckline, vaguely revealing the deep cleavage between her breasts. The skirt was so short that it seemed her buttocks would almost be exposed with every movement, undeniably displaying the alluring figure of a mature woman.
An old beggar, hunched over, pitifully tugged at her skirt. She indifferently took a small bill from her purse and gave it to him. Just as she was about to turn away, the old beggar, not satisfied with her small bill, held onto the hem of her skirt for a long time, refusing to let go. Thus, a pair of white thighs were exposed from the slits on both sides of the skirt, all the way to her legs. This attracted the attention of many passersby. Seeing that his dark, dirty hand was about to touch her, she hurriedly pulled out a large bill and threw it at him. Only then did the old beggar reluctantly release his hand, then gave her a hard pinch on her plump buttocks before fleeing. This made her face flush with anger, and in despair, she spat at his retreating back.
Sun Qian turned to the entrance of the waiting hall, looking around, when she encountered the arrogant Gao Yi, accompanied by a young man. This was a striking young man, unforgettable at first glance. He wore a casual t-shirt, long and wide, which couldn't hide his well-built physique. His cotton trousers, neither too long nor too short, reached just to his calves, and he wore Reebok sneakers. Gao Yi greeted Sun Qian warmly, but his gaze lingered on her body from head to toe. Sun Qian met his gaze with a smile and said, "Principal Gao, where's Bai Jie?" "Goodness, little Sun, why are you asking me about Bai Jie?" Gao Yi said with a laugh. "Who doesn't know? They're inseparable. Principal Gao has a good job; how could he be without Bai Jie?
" Sun Qian teased, making Gao Yi's face flush red. He glanced awkwardly at the young man beside him.
"I just saw your Principal Zhao, with his family in tow, quite a scene," Gao Yi teased Sun Qian, gloating.
"And Bai Jie's husband, Wang Shen, right?" Sun Qian retorted sharply, winking at him.
Gao Yi chuckled shyly and turned to the young man, saying, "Help Teacher Sun with her luggage.
" The young man deftly took Sun Qian's suitcase, and the three of them entered the waiting hall. In a corner of the hall, a large group of people were bustling about, clearly a tour group organized by the Education Commission. Sun Qian immediately spotted Bai Jie sitting on a chair, and Wang Shen, who was attentively wiping her sweat. Bai Jie was dressed simply in a t-shirt and white jeans, looking more like a pure and capable young woman than a married woman. Sun Qian called her name loudly and skipped over to her.
"What, all alone? Where's your luggage?" Bai Jie asked, unable to hide her excitement. Sun Qian gestured towards the group of people over there, "Your principal did it for you." Bai Jie noticed that Sun Qian was no longer the same as before; her clothes were expensive and high-end, even the watch on her wrist was priceless. She thought to herself that in today's society, as long as a woman has a little bit of beauty, even if you don't dare, there will naturally be men willing to spend lavishly on you . A sense of defeat crept up her calves like a crack in her stockings.
"Really? You have quite the nerve," Wang Shen chimed in, making room for her. Sun Qian gave him a flirtatious wink: "Of course not him, it's the handsome young man he brought." "Oh, Lin Li, that's a newly assigned college graduate," Bai Jie said. "Still looks like a big boy, Bai Jie, you're not trying to take advantage of him, are you?" Sun Qian gave a wanton, seductive laugh, putting her arm around Bai Jie's shoulder. Bai Jie became embarrassed: "Get lost, what are you thinking?" "Don't just talk the talk, walk the walk." Sun Qian persisted. Bai Jie stamped her foot in frustration and whispered in Sun Qian's ear, "It was Gao Yi's wife, Mei Hong, who introduced them, don't go around saying things like that." "No wonder, maybe she beat me to it." Sun Qian's tone was like soda with lemon juice, bubbling with sourness. Bai Jie continued, "I heard he often rides in Mei Hong's car, that's how we met." "She has good taste, I should see this discerning person." Sun Qian said. Wang Shen only saw the two women chattering and embracing, their arms around each other, seemingly talking about something. His eyes flickered like flames, scanning Sun Qian's body. Through her open collar, he saw her breasts trembling lightly with excitement. Sun Qian became even more audacious, intertwining her thighs. His gaze boldly climbed from her calves upwards, from her long, white thighs to the hem of her skirt, only to discover that Sun Qian's short skirt had a crotch. Even so, he could vaguely see the lace trim of her black panties. Suddenly, Bai Jie pointed forward: "Look, Principal Zhao." He was startled, a smile spreading across his face. He hurriedly walked towards Zhao Zhen, took his wife's suitcase, and then took the handbag from Zhao Zhen's shoulder. Sun Qian's eyes immediately darted to his wife. She was indeed a plump, easygoing woman. A khaki suit stretched her flabby frame taut, and sunglasses perched on her large, round face, obscuring much of her lustful gaze. The most troubling thing was the stockings beneath her short skirt; one thigh had a few wrinkles, a result of the cheap stockings' taut, worn-out straps. Sun Qian's eyes couldn't tolerate any unsightly behavior in a woman; it was like sand in her eyes, making her uncomfortable all day, yet the more uncomfortable she felt, the more her eyes were drawn to that area.
Actually, she didn't like wearing stockings, just like men these days don't like wearing ties. Except for grand occasions, or when paired with an evening gown, even a long, flowing dress. Bai Jie's gaze, however, fell on Zhao Zhen's face. Beneath his prominent nose, his entire face was dark and devoid of any joy. Sun Qian teased him, "What's wrong? You look so bitter and resentful. Tell me, who's been tormenting you?" Zhao Zhen chuckled dryly, pulled his son over, and said, "Quick, call her Auntie." Then, he leaned closer and whispered, "How can I be happy?" Facing two beautiful, charming women, the greatest trouble was having a shrewish wife by his side. Bai Jie held her breath, managing not to laugh out loud, only making her alluring eyes even more watery and sparkling. In the distance, the tour guide shouted as people boarded the bus, and a large group of people surged forward. Sun Qian followed behind Bai Jie, whose gait puzzled her; she walked with a hunched back, as if concealing something, or perhaps something between her legs. Sun Qian knew that Bai Jie's usually straight legs were now almost bowed, making her walk extremely awkward and suspicious. She sneered inwardly, thinking that unless Bai Jie was visiting an old friend, she must have been cheating.
Once on the bus, Sun Qian was easily assigned to Bai Jie's carriage and lay down on the lower berth opposite her. Soon, Lin Li brought her luggage, along with Gao Yi and a woman in a railway uniform—whom Sun Qian knew without introduction to be Gao Yi's wife, Mei Hong. Sun Qian sat there watching her, and Mei Hong looked back at Sun Qian and Bai Jie with haughty eyes, as if gazing at them from thousands of miles away. Gao Yi greeted them, "This is my wife, Chen Meihong. This is Teacher Bai, and Teacher Bai's husband, Wang Shen." Sun Qian, all smiles and dressed in her finest attire, rushed forward, took the suitcase from Lin Li, and pulled him to sit on her berth, casually crossing one leg and offering him fruit and drinks. Meihong's eyes darted past Gao Yi's shoulder, from Lin Li's face to Sun Qian's, and back again. Lin Li gave her a forced smile, his white teeth flashing in the carriage.
Bai Jie pressed her index finger to her cheek, her fingertips twitching, watching the lively exchange between them, seemingly wanting to speak but unable to, she simply smiled. She noticed that Lin Li and Sun Qian were clearly getting along well, their four eyes sparkling like lightning. Sun Qian reached over Lin Li to grab something from behind the bunk, then threw herself into his arms. Mei Hong couldn't help but choke, her eyes reddening. Just then, the train whistled out of the station, its wheels clicking as it accelerated. Gao Yi, hands in his pockets, kept waving his arms in front of Bai Jie, talking to others while frequently casting affectionate glances at her. Bai Jie, however, turned her face to the window. Neat rows of trees lined the railway tracks, shimmering and swaying in the wind, rustling softly. Everything seemed to be flying. The calls of quails from the distant hills echoed across the lush valley, as if their calls had grown wings. A flock of crows basked in the sun, and on the flat, bare horizon, something resembling black fleas moved about—only to become clearer as farmers leisurely tilled the land with their plows.
Wang Shen was in the bunk above Bai Jie. He tried to get down when Gao Yi arrived, but was stopped. Where else could he possibly get in? It was also his first time seeing the principal's wife, Mei Hong. Compared to the two women before him, she possessed a different kind of charm. Bai Jie, in her navy blue uniform, was dashing and spirited. Her brimless beret couldn't contain her cascading long hair, making her appear petite and playful. Her curvaceous figure revealed a glimpse of her white breasts from her neckline, dazzlingly alluring. Wang Shen, looking down at her, feasted his eyes. Bai Jie's beauty lay in her charming gentleness, like a lovable lamb, while Sun Qian was fiery, radiating brilliance and passion. Mei Hong was alluring and captivating, her beauty hidden deep within, like her eyes—subtle, calm, and profound, yet when they flickered, they were dreamlike, mesmerizing, and passionate. As soon as the bus entered the mountainous area, Bai Jie became incredibly excited. Even though the old man in front of her was spitting out the window and the spit was flying in like raindrops, she kept looking out the window with great interest. She was kneeling on the seat with one leg bent and the other leg propped up under the seat, her buttocks full and her waist supple. Gao Yi couldn't help but feel a surge of desire and reached out to scoop up her buttocks. When Bai Jie turned around and saw that everyone in the bus was staring at her, she sat down awkwardly. Gao Yi said to her, "Sit still, you're like a child who's never been out before." As soon as the train entered the mountainous area, the scenery changed dramatically. The train, bumping along roads lined with tall, thorny bushes, would sometimes pant heavily as it climbed a slope, and other times plunge rapidly down into a valley. The sun, setting behind the treetops, gave these roads a peculiar, quiet, and desolate appearance. These mysterious distant views, shrouded in dense shadows, and the emerald-green peaks seemed to be leading the train astray, into deep pools, or down steep inclines.
A boring afternoon passed by with the clatter of wheels and rails. They played cards in Sun Qian's carriage. Gao Yi naturally paired with Bai Jie, while Sun Qian kept picking Lin Li. Mei Hong, unable to bear the two men's obsequious and ingratiating manner, stormed off and went to sleep. Zhao Zhen, teacup in hand, strolled over to join the fun. He stood there pointing and gesturing, then, eager to try his hand at the game, he finally managed to negotiate with Gao Yi to play a couple of rounds. But then his plump, overweight wife followed him, leaving him reluctantly returning to his carriage. The sun was already setting, casting a vibrant tapestry of reds and purples, gold and green behind the mountains, a lively scene reminiscent of a cigarette pack label. The palm and banana trees covering the mountains were dried and brittle by the scorching sun. Sunsets in the south are swift; dusk is but a fleeting moment. Before the sun had even set here, over there, at the end of the railway, the hazy trees cast a soft, bluish glow, and a sliver of moonlight already appeared. The further along the way, the whiter and brighter the moon became, like a plump white phoenix perched on a railway bend, nestled in a tree branch.
Dinner was to be eaten in the dining car. Gao Yi invited Zhao Zhen and his wife, but Lin Li went to call Mei Hong. Mei Hong pouted and said she wasn't hungry, then pulled the towel over her head. Lin Li, grinning, reached under the covers and tickled her. The woman, unable to resist his teasing, squirmed and got up, her clothes disheveled, her eyes already watery, and her face flushed. When they arrived at the dining car, their table was already packed with people. Mei Hong said, "Let's eat by ourselves." The two found a seat nearby and sat down. While eating, Mei Hong frequently served food to Lin Li, their intimacy evident.
Mei Hong rested her elbows on the table, a straw in her mouth, her eyes fixed on Lin Li across from her. Lin Li calmly looked around at everyone. Whoever he looked at, Mei Hong followed suit. But there was one person Lin Li stared at intently for a long time, and Mei Hong's heart pounded with jealousy.
Mei Hong had taken leave specifically to travel with her husband. Before, she had looked down on activities organized by their education committee, but now it was different, because of Lin Li. The night was deep, and the monotonous roar of the train as it sped along filled the air. The carriage, small as a tiny boat, seemed to sway gently from the sound waves. The red glass wall lamp seemed to flicker, making the person on the berth feel light and carefree. Mei Hong opened the window. Outside, a vast expanse of fog stretched out, a hazy, milky white expanse reminiscent of standing on a deck gazing at the sea. She glanced at the boy on the upper bunk opposite her. Lin Li was naked, wearing only a small pair of briefs, lying flat on the bunk. His long, muscular legs were alluring and captivating, the muscles clearly defined, the lines distinct, and the honey-colored skin covered with dense body hair. This instantly aroused Mei Hong's burning desire. She subconsciously squeezed her thighs together, feeling her heart pounding. In the upper bunk, Gao Yi's snoring was deafening. Mei Hong quietly got up, patted Lin Li, and waited for him to come to his senses before quietly strolling out and standing in the aisle, pretending to look at the night view outside the train window.
Guessing that Lin Li had put on his clothes, she walked ahead, took out the key she had prepared beforehand, and opened the room where miscellaneous items were stored. Lin Li immediately reacted, pretending to go to the bathroom as well, and followed behind her. As soon as he entered, he impatiently embraced Mei Hong and kissed her incessantly. The two passionate bodies pressed tightly together. "Oh, stop messing around, my husband is on the train. This carriage is full of their people, stop it." Mei Hong pushed him away. "Come on, everyone knows your husband doesn't care about you, he sees you and comes over, come on." Lin Li said shamelessly. "Oh, don't touch me like that, um..." Before Mei Hong could continue her pretense, Lin Li had already covered her mouth, and his hands snaked inside her open collar, lifting her bra and kneading her already erect nipples incessantly. "We're almost there, let me go." Mei Hong finally managed to break free from his sucking and gasped for breath. Lin Li lifted her skirt and said, "There's still an hour left, I'll be done if I hurry." Mei Hong scoffed coldly, "Give me a break, you're just asking for trouble. Heh, so hard." He was wearing tight-fitting pants, and Mei Hong reached out and grabbed his thick, hard, swollen penis. Her slender hand grasped it and began to stroke it lightly. Under her teasing, Lin Li's glans dripped with semen. "Hey, stop pinching me! Come on, if you're not happy, I'll make you climax again and again, you'll feel like you're dying of pleasure!" Mei Hong giggled wantonly, putting her mouth close to his ear: "Stop bragging. Last time we came back from Changsha, you were all talk, like a lump of mud." "Wasn't that too tiring? I'll definitely make you feel good today, hurry up," Lin Li mumbled. Mei Hong said this, but her heart was burning with desire, her body weak. "Wait a minute, I'll block the glass door." As soon as she turned around, Lin Li quickly pulled down her panties from under her skirt. He was about to pull down her shirt. She turned around hastily: "Don't take it off, there won't be time to put it on later, just do it like this." She lifted her skirt to her waist, bent over, and stuck out her snow-white buttocks. Lin Li saw the clump of frosty, dewy, and messy hair between her legs, her two thick, slightly parted paws. He knew she couldn't wait any longer. He spread her buttocks apart with both hands, raised his huge penis, and with a thrust and a pull, it was completely inside her. Her face felt hot and warm, as if it could melt steel. He thrust rapidly, and with each thrust, Mei Hong's gushing juices flowed. The sound was like night rain pouring down, or a horse crossing a swamp. Mei Hong moaned softly from deep in her throat, the sound sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Lin Li pressed harder, thrusting left and right, making a slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh. The rumbling of the car wheels outside the window, in the quiet night, formed a beautiful and exciting symphony. Lin Li and Mei Hong were practicing their stimulating carnal games in the car's storage compartment, experiencing a blissful, almost unbearable, state of ecstasy, reaching the pinnacle of their sexual encounters. They moved in perfect harmony, constantly shifting positions. In the midst of their tender, passionate lovemaking, they heard a faint sound outside the storage compartment. Mei Hong told Lin Li, who replied, "No way, who could be here at this hour?" He jokingly added, "If it were Gao Yi, it would be even more exciting." Nevertheless, Lin Li opened the door and leaned out. He saw the back of a woman at the far end of the compartment, who looked like Bai Jie. A barely perceptible smirk played on his lips, but he told Mei Hong, "Nobody's here." Mei Hong saw his long, straight legs and his firm, round buttocks, swaying seductively before her. Filled with lust, she caressed and kneaded them with both hands, then reached under his crotch to grasp his wet penis, stroking and rubbing it. As he turned around, a woman threw herself into his arms, offering her scarlet lips to his. Mei Hong lovingly stroked his hair, helped him sit on a wooden bench, and then spread her legs, accurately placing them on his erect penis. As she straddled him, her body swayed, and she hesitated to move her hips as much as she could. Her hands encircled his neck, and her head drooped onto his shoulder. Lin Li wrapped his arms around her waist, and she began to move wildly and confidently, feeling as if she had ascended to a cloud of pleasure. Her face was contorted with the surging ecstasy, and when she could no longer bear it, she couldn't help but bite Lin Li's shoulder hard. Lin Li cried out, his nerves momentarily relaxing, and some semen leaked from his glans. He then grabbed her buttocks with both hands and thrust vigorously several times, releasing his surging passion. Mei Hong cried out joyfully, her buttocks swaying like the wind, before her whole body went limp and she collapsed into his arms. Mei Hong didn't dare linger too long, kissing Lin Li's head a few times before quickly pulling up her underwear and quietly leaving. Along the way, Lin Li's semen flowed out, soaking her underwear and running down her thighs, making her extremely disheveled. When she lay down on the bunk, fearing that Gao Yi would become suspicious, she didn't dare change her underwear, so she could only haphazardly grab a sheet and wipe herself in that area. After a while, Lin Li quietly climbed up to the upper bunk. In the darkness, he saw Mei Hong looking at him with teary, affectionate eyes, and he blew her a kiss. The two of them drifted off to sleep in blissful contentment.
In the morning, Gao Yi, having slept well all night, got up very early. These days, Gao Yi had been much more restrained, and hadn't had many opportunities to be intimate with women. His lower body was already hard and erect. Seeing his wife, Mei Hong, sleeping soundly, a smile even in her dreams, her pink face delicate and flushed, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. He sat down on her bed, his hands groping under the thin blanket. He started from her calves, circling her knees, those plump legs, with a small dimple, extending all the way to her thighs. Mei Hong's skin was plump and smooth. Moving upwards, he touched her soaked panties, thinking, "This woman, after not having had time to tease her for a few days, she's already this wet." In no time, he touched Mei Hong's most sensitive spot: her mound of flesh, pubic hair tangled in clumps, the area around her plump vulva moist and glistening, and white stains on her inner thighs. The more he thought about it, the more something seemed wrong. Even if she was aroused at night, it wouldn't cause her to leak so much fluid and become so wet, especially since the sheet she was pressing against with her other hand was soaking wet. A chill ran through him, and a flood of questions arose. He looked around, then shook the soundly sleeping Mei Hong awake, whispering, "What happened? Did you get raped in your dream?" Startled by his question, Mei Hong asked, "What? Didn't you do it?" Gao Yi angrily loosened his belt, looking around, "If I did it, wouldn't I know?" Mei Hong knew she couldn't hide it from him, so she said irritably, "I ran into a thief and he raped me." She pulled Gao Yi's head close, kissed his cheek, and said, "You're allowed to be promiscuous, but I can't have my own little fling?" Then, she laughed wantonly, "Don't be angry, I'll let you have your fun when we get there." Gao Yi knew he couldn't hide his affair with Bai Jie from her, and he also knew Mei Hong wasn't very discreet about sex in public, so he didn't bother arguing and simply said, "..." "You said it yourself, I'm waiting for you." "You'll have your fun." Mei Hong smiled brightly, and the two of them cuddled tenderly.
If Bai Jie hadn't called out to her husband Wang Shen, Sun Qian didn't know how much longer she would have slept. She noticed that Bai Jie's eyes were dark, with annoying dark circles around her beautiful eyes, and knew that she hadn't slept well all night, yet she was still up so early.
Sun Qian hurriedly put on her shoes, which were a bit dirty. She found some tissues and sat on the edge of the bunk to wipe them, when she suddenly noticed that Wang Shen on the upper bunk was peeking through her open collar, looking at the commotion.
A mocking smile appeared on Sun Qian's lips, and she bent over even more, as if she had prepared a sumptuous feast to share with each other. Sun Qian knew perfectly well that those two things were now completely exposed to his eyes. Her bra was particularly thin and partially upholstered for summer, and at night she had unhooked the back clasp, revealing her white, bamboo-like breasts swaying in front of her. Her nipples, like two restless birds of prey, constantly peeked out with their bright red eyes, searching for an opportunity to reveal their allure, eager to devour her.Bai Jie was still chattering on about her husband's clothes, even opening her bag to take out new ones for him. While rummaging through them, she inadvertently shook out her own underwear. Sun Qian thought Bai Jie looked even more feminine now, looking at her colorful, thin, and sexy little thongs. Sun Qian thought she would definitely tease her properly at that time. Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed past her eye. That tall figure always made Sun Qian's heart flutter. She no longer cared about flirting in front of Wang Shen; she even dropped a shoelace and chased after that figure.

Sun Qian stumbled and finally caught up with Lin Li at the end of the carriage. She told him to wait, bending down to fasten one of her shoelaces. Lin Li noticed her slender, curvaceous figure, a different kind of allure compared to Mei Hong's fuller figure. He told her he was going to the dining car to buy breakfast for Gao Yi and Mei Hong. Sun Qian said she was hungry too and was going to the dining car as well, so they walked together towards it. The aisle was narrow and crowded, so they could only walk one after the other. Walking behind him, Sun Qian saw his broad shoulders swaying, and she knew she had finally encountered a seed of desire. She suddenly realized that this boy, younger than she had imagined, actually shared many similarities with her in terms of emotions and way of thinking—even the unrestrained, arrogant indifference in his eyes and the slightly contemptuous smile that lingered at the corner of his mouth. She thought, this is a seed of desire, just like her own desires back then.
It was early morning, and the dining car wasn't crowded. They found a corner to sit down. Sun Qian ordered a double portion of ham and boiled eggs for him, while she herself had bread and milk. When the waiter brought it over, he excitedly said, "You're so considerate." Sun Qian laughed loudly and said, "I know you've burned too much." He stared intently at her face, his dreamy gaze making Sun Qian's heart flutter. She leaned back in her chair: "I've known Mei Hong for a long time." "Since freshman year, the first time I took the train home." He answered casually, his eyes lingering unabashedly on Sun Qian's high breasts. Sun Qian took the glass of milk, and through the thick liquid, his figure contorted. "You gave her your virginity." "A freshman and still a virgin? That's a joke." He laughed loudly. "Let me tell you, I wasn't fifteen anymore. A classmate's mother stole it from me." Sun Qian remained unmoved, though her heart was surprised. Her face remained blank, still bearing that radiant smile. "University campuses are full of busty, curvy girls. Do you think I could resist that temptation?" he persisted. As Sun Qian spoke to him, she kept worrying about whether there were any bread crumbs stuck to her lipstick, constantly wiping her lips with a napkin. She was careful, afraid of wiping the lipstick beyond the designated line. She laughed and said he was a fruit of desire. He laughed and agreed. Under the table, their legs touched intentionally or unintentionally, carrying a mutual, unspoken teasing. One of her feet, hidden under the table, wasn't wearing stockings, and her high heels were off, for comfort. Lin Li kept kicking her shoes and her feet, as if Sun Qian had several pairs of feet.
Both fruits of desire were vying to confess their desires, but neither wanted to find an outlet for them. He said, "If you look at me again, I'll put you in bed." She said, "If you look at me again, I'll be rude to you." When desire was laid bare on the table, they suddenly felt it should end. Mei Hong appeared before them silently, like a divine intervention. "So that's why you took so long. You ran into Teacher Sun. No wonder you couldn't move your legs." Mei Hong crossed her two strong arms in front of her chest, hunched her shoulders, and gave him a cold smile. She said in a strange voice, "Let's eat together." Sun Qian just hummed these words in her throat. Her face remained expressionless, her eyes, her lips, even the hollows of her nose were devoid of smiles, yet somewhere, a trembling smile seemed to be spreading at any moment. People who think they are too cute can't help but smile.
Mei Hong sat down next to Lin Li, waving to the waiter, and softly asked him, "Is there anything else you want to order?" "No, I've had enough," Lin Li said. The three of them remained in a stalemate. Lin Li was helpless, beads of sweat forming on his face, while Mei Hong's gaze was defiant, radiating a sharp, dagger-like aura against Sun Qian's calm face.
"Did you sleep well last night?" Mei Hong said tenderly, "You know, I was very satisfied, I fell asleep instantly." Her voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for Sun Qian to hear. Lin Li glanced awkwardly at Sun Qian, mumbling, "It was alright." Mei Hong teased her lover like a performer, and Sun Qian was certain that her legs were already draped over his. Finally, Lin Li stood up: "You two sit down, Principal Gao is waiting." With that, he turned and left without looking back.
"Sun Qian, you can't do this!" Mei Hong said angrily. Sun Qian slowly drank the remaining milk, and after a long while, she finally uttered, "Don't glare like that. Men don't like that, and Lin Li likes it even less." As evening approached, the train finally arrived in Guilin. Led by their tour guide, the group quickly settled into a small hotel. The humid and hot climate typical of the south made Sun Qian feel uncomfortable. As soon as she entered her room, she didn't bother with pleasantries with her roommates and rushed into the bathroom. She thoroughly showered before emerging wrapped in a towel. She overheard Zhao Zhen's wife complaining that the hotel was too low-class and that the Education Commission was too stingy, making four people share such a small room. Sun Qian took out her underwear and bra from her suitcase and put them on. Then she found a black short skirt. The skirt was made of light and densely woven fabric with various shimmering embellishments that swayed and sparkled. Afraid of messing up her hair, she lifted it up from the bottom. As she pulled it up to her hips, the skirt became tight, so she didn't dare to pull too hard. She flexibly twisted her hips and finally managed to lift it up. The short skirt was a vest style, with only two thin straps hanging from her shoulders, revealing her two round, lotus-root-like arms and a large part of her back. Her firm, high breasts appeared even fuller in the thin fabric. After leaving the room, she went to find Bai Jie and the others.
In the hallway, she asked everyone she met, whether familiar or unfamiliar, which made everyone feel strange. When she entered Bai Jie's room, it was a case of bad luck; Bai Jie was living with Mei Hong. The two seemed quite familiar with each other, casually admiring their outfits. When Sun Qian entered their room, Bai Jie took Mei Hong's arm: "This is Teacher Sun." "I've met her." Mei Hong smiled and extended her hand to Sun Qian. Sun Qian noticed that Mei Hong, now in her uniform, had lost her imposing, spirited air, and instead appeared more charming and feminine. "Come on, I'll treat you to dinner." "Where to? Isn't there dinner soon?" Bai Jie brushed aside the messy curls near Sun Qian's ear.
"Anywhere is better than this lousy food. We're in such a nice place, we should explore." Sun Qian took both their arms. As soon as they stepped out of the room, Gao Yi and Wang Shen arrived looking for them. Gao Yi, seeing the three beautiful women, smiled and said, "I was just about to invite you to dinner." Wang Shen, too, was mesmerized by the three exquisitely beautiful and radiant women, his eyes darting from one to the other, taking in each one thoroughly. He was particularly drawn to Sun Qian; Mei Hong, his boss's wife, wore a blue and white dress with flowing waves, her long hair cascading in the wind, but he dared not harbor any romantic feelings. After leaving the room, they strolled along the main street. Not only Wang Shen, but passersby also couldn't help but stare at the three charming young women. The neon lights flickered, and the unique, dreamlike, and alluring prosperity of this southern city unfolded before them.
"Sister Qian, you're covered in sores before we've even eaten," Bai Jie said affectionately, twisting her arm around Sun Qian's slender waist. Sun Qian gently patted her, "What are you saying?" "Look at the men's eyes on the street, they're practically piercing you like arrows," Bai Jie laughed. Sun Qian suddenly realized, "That's right, one beautiful woman alone would cause a stir, two would be a sensation, let alone the three of us." "Then the earth would shake, traffic would be paralyzed," Mei Hong chimed in. "Luckily, the traffic is still flowing smoothly.""Sun Qian said. Gao Yi, in front of a quaint and elegant building, very gentlemanly asked the ladies, "How about we eat here?" Sun Qian saw the bold characters "Juxiangju" on the building and said, "Looks good, let's go here." Upstairs, they found a clean private room, and a waiter brought tea. Bai Jie sat down next to Sun Qian and whispered in her ear, "Look at you, your nipples are showing. Aren't you wearing one?" "Get lost, it's so hot, why not wear something light?" Sun Qian said. Mei Hong chimed in, "She's got the assets, wearing one or not makes no difference." "Yeah, I'm not with my husband, I can do whatever I want."
"Sun Qian retorted sarcastically, her eyes flashing provocatively at Mei Hong. Bai Jie patted their shoulders, saying, 'What's wrong with you two? Why are you two like two peas in a pod, never-ending this?' Mei Hong knew that if this continued, it would only end in mutual destruction, so her voice softened, 'I was just kidding, Teacher Sun, don't take it seriously.' 'Back then, it wasn't easy for us to get together, so we became good friends.' Sun Qian took the opportunity to show friendliness. Bai Jie clapped her hands happily, and the three women playfully slapped each other, laughing heartily. Wang Shen, who had been looking at the menu, looked up in confusion and saw the three women bickering. He exclaimed, 'Let's have some twice-cooked pork, a ladies' dish.' 'No, no, Sister Bai, let's order some stir-fried pork kidneys for your husband to nourish him. He looks so tired.'" "Sun Qian gently nudged Bai Jie's shoulder, teasing her. Bai Jie giggled, her face flushing: "Go away, let's order one for Principal Gao instead, don't make Sister Mei Hong suffer." "Haha, you really don't want to make Sister Mei Hong suffer?" Before Mei Hong could retort, Sun Qian chimed in with a strange tone. Bai Jie's face turned even redder, she quickly glanced at Gao Yi, and lowered her head. Mei Hong understood what Sun Qian meant, and seeing Bai Jie's shy appearance, she kept quiet and stopped teasing Bai Jie. After a while, the group had ordered enough food, and Sun Qian insisted on drinking. Everyone felt it was a rare occasion to be in such a good mood, so they ordered a bottle of Wuliangye. As soon as the wine was opened, its unique rich and pure aroma filled the room. The dishes were exquisite and plentiful, and there were also several local wild game. Everyone's cup was filled with wine, and Wang Shen raised his cup first: "Principal Gao, I must toast you. I haven't invited you to drink for so long. You've taken good care of my Bai Jie." "Wang Shen, you really have to toast him. Principal Gao takes such good care of Bai Jie." Sun Qian laughed and urged, making Gao Yi feel embarrassed. He quickly stood up and drank a glass. Bai Jie then pinched Sun Qian's waist hard and yelled, "Ouch, Wang Shen, your wife is pinching me! Aren't you going to do anything about it?" "Wang Shen, would you let me do anything? Just bear with it, haha, who told you to talk nonsense?" Before Wang Shen could react, Gao Yi spoke first. "Fine, you're all bullying me. Come on, Mei Hong, let's drink." Seeing that she couldn't get anywhere with the two men, Sun Qian turned to Mei Hong. Mei Hong wasn't a heavy drinker, but after Sun Qian's invitation, she reluctantly drank a cup with her, and was already dizzy.
Bai Jie's face flushed bright red as soon as she touched the alcohol, her pretty face like a sunset glow, her large eyes shimmering. The buttons on her peony-patterned shirt were undone, revealing glimpses of a black bra. Her body swayed wildly, her black and white striped skirt lifted to her waist, revealing her thighs encased in black stockings all the way to the top. Through her drunken eyes, she said to her husband, "Husband, we didn't drink the nuptial wine at our wedding. Today, I'll toast you." "Come on, let's make up for it here." "Sun Qian loves a lively atmosphere," she clapped her hands and said. Wang Shen then drank the cup arm in arm with his beloved wife. Mei Hong also found it amusing and wanted Gao Yi to drink the nuptial wine with her. Gao Yi was reluctant, but he still followed suit, just like Wang Shen and Bai Jie. His eyes, however, were fixed on Bai Jie, who was slightly drunk and had a flushed face. A tuft of hair was loosely tied up at her temple, but several strands had already fallen loose and were sticking to her face, making her even more charming.
Sun Qian noticed the bulge in his crotch beneath his large belly. Suddenly, Mei Hong pinched that spot with her hand, and Sun Qian burst into laughter. Gao Yi stared intently at her, and Mei Hong smiled back at Sun Qian. Wang Shen came over and said, "I'm sorry, I've neglected Teacher Sun. Come, let's have a drink." "Okay, give me a reason. That's a nuptial wine for you, what's the point of drinking with me?" "Sun Qian said to him in a frivolous manner.
Wang Shen couldn't give a reason, and was just embarrassed and at a loss. Sun Qian then raised her glass and stepped forward: "Don't stand there, we're colleagues, can't we drink?" Wang Shen had never been so favored by Sun Qian before, a warm and soft body pressed tightly against him, her full and round breasts almost touching his ribs. He said excitedly: "Yes, yes, yes, between colleagues." "One glass wasn't enough, so she drank another, and the bottle was almost empty. Mei Hong apologized, grabbed some toilet paper, and went to the restroom. Bai Jie followed, saying to wait for her. She got up and walked out, her two slender legs, visible beneath her skirt, swaying and twisting as she went. Mei Hong knew there must be many eyes on her back, and she slumped her waist even more. Her waist was very slender, and she moved out like a dragon.
When Gao Yi saw his wife leave, his palms were sweaty, and sweat dripped from his body, like tiny insects crawling on him. He suddenly pulled Sun Qian from Wang Shen's arms and placed her on his lap. Sun Qian didn't struggle, shouting, 'Aren't you afraid your wife will come back?' But she also writhed wildly in his arms. Sun Qian felt something hard as iron pressing against her buttocks, and she secretly laughed at Principal Gao, who was so easily aroused at his age. One hand gave that bulge a hard squeeze, and Gao Yi exaggeratedly shouted: " "Are you trying to murder me for money?" He then slipped his hand under Sun Qian's skirt. Sun Qian was wearing fishnet stockings, and the hand traveled down her thigh to the top. The stockings had no crotch, so his hand touched her panties—a narrow strap revealing soft pubic hair on either side. Gao Yi ran his fingers through the sparse hair, playing with the two thick, fleshy mounds of Sun Qian's flesh. They were slightly wet, and he could feel them moving, like a baby suckling. Wang Shen stared at the two of them, dumbfounded. Although his head was throbbing and his eyes were almost closed, he still squinted, his gaze fixed on the top of Sun Qian's thigh, drooling, through the skirt Gao Yi had lifted. A pile of flesh lay there, the cloth strip between her legs already parted by Gao Yi's fingers, revealing Sun Qian's two plump, full labia, and her dark pubic hair glistening with dew. He wanted to pounce on her, but his legs wouldn't obey him. He could only stare at her with his eyes wide open, his ears ringing, a light, floating sensation rising within him, almost making him faint.
At other times, Sun Qian would have easily taken Luo Tang's place and thrown herself into his arms, but now, her mind was on Lin Li. She was desperately trying to find a way to escape when Bai Jie and Mei Hong entered. She wrapped her arms around Gao Yi's neck and gave him a passionate kiss, laughing at them, "Hehe, I'm so sorry for stealing your two husbands." Bai Jie knew that Sun Qian was always reckless when she went crazy, but she didn't know what Mei Hong would think, since they hadn't known each other for long. She quickly said, "Stop drinking, let's pay the bill and leave." Sun Qian staggered out of the hotel. A refreshing breeze sobered her up a bit. Seeing them leading the way, carrying a muddy Wang Shen, into the hotel lobby, she deliberately distanced herself. Watching them enter the elevator, she made a phone call to Lin Li's room from the lobby. A man's voice answered, and Lin Li answered shortly. Sun
Qian told him to get out and walk straight to the right of the hotel; she would wait there. After hanging up, she left the hotel.
Small sycamore trees lined the street, their yellow leaves like forsythia in full bloom, their vibrant colors contrasting sharply against the dark gray walls. The leaves, perched on the branches, fluttered and flew in wide arcs, soaring ahead of everyone else, their landing uncertain. There are some people who seem born to be the fruit of desire. They may not need to say a word, make a gesture, or even glance. Yet, just standing there, they exude a sharp, dagger-like aura of desire.
Sun Qian and Lin Li got into a taxi, and with the driver's guidance, they booked a room at a hotel by the river. The valet unlocked the door, and Sun Qian immediately went straight to the window. The entire room was like a large painting framed by a dark yellow frame. The thick, shimmering river water splashed onto the curtains, staining the edges blue. "Okay, please close the door behind you." Sun Qian heard Lin Li's voice right next to her ear, and she was startled. Turning around, she saw the valet had already left. Lin Li leaned against the windowsill, extending one hand to block her view, simply smiling at her. His face was round and broad, with ruddy cheeks, damp eyebrows, and watery black eyes that always held a hint of impatience—a kind of power that subtly and forcefully enveloped, eroded, and ultimately led one astray. He instantly aroused Sun Qian's desire. The lingering alcohol in her system fueled her passion, making her blood boil. She looked at him with hazy, dreamy eyes, her red lips slightly parted. This fruit of desire was never resisted; as a fruit, it was willing to let her taste it, offering her its sweetest parts. Their mouths slowly pressed together. The instant their lips touched, Lin Li's expertly flicked her tongue across her lips, and with just that, her body felt lightheaded, slightly dizzy. Their tongues intertwined, and it was unclear whose mouth it was, but Lin Li's hands had already slipped under her skirt, moving like ants. His other hand caressed her back, skillfully unhooking her bra through her clothes, then removing her panties and stockings. The feeling of emptiness was incredibly comfortable for Sun Qian. She suppressed the urge to undress him and surrendered herself to him. Lin Li took off his shirt himself, revealing broad shoulders and a well-developed, clearly defined chest, gleaming with a honey-like sheen. A sparse patch of body hair in the center of his chest spread outwards, becoming a dense thicket by his lower abdomen. He lifted Sun Qian from under her arms and placed her on the windowsill. Outside, the sky was clear and starless, without a moon. Sun Qian's short skirt was already lifted to her waist, revealing her two fair and delicate legs, which cascaded down from the windowsill, appearing exceptionally long. She braced herself with her hands behind her back, leaning back and tilting her head back as well. Her long hair was now flowing freely, cascading down her back like a waterfall, possessing a strangely unsettling beauty. The two held each other tightly, motionless for a long time. Sun Qian felt weak and limp all over. After the intense exertion, the alcohol and sweat in her body had evaporated. Lin Li's hairy thighs pressed against hers, his countless hairs like billions of rays of sunlight, nibbling and tickling her body with a passionate and intimate touch, making her feel sexy and amused. Another kiss, soothing and long, was the first time she had felt that a kiss after sex could be so comfortable, stable, and unhurried. Her desire then became even more alluring and surging. Sun Qian rolled over, tossing her hair to reveal her pointed face. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from rouge or not, all the way to her temples. Her dark, smiling eyes sparkled, forming small dimples. She leaned towards him, still lying down, teasing his nipples with the tip of her tongue, then slowly moving downwards. The warm sensation of her tongue made him feel almost dizzy. Sun Qian successfully explored him thoroughly with her tongue, from his breasts to his toes, making him gasp and scream. She didn't miss a single drop of moisture on his body. His body was long and graceful, his testicles warm and clean; when she held them in her mouth, she could feel the unconditional trust that sex bestows upon a partner. She opened her eyes wide, looking at him with a mixture of tenderness and pleasure. His pale, sun-kissed naked body stimulated her. Sun Qian could feel streams of fluid flowing from her uterus. She straddled him, and then he entered her. His even larger, more intimidating penis made her feel a slight swelling pain, but also a greater sense of fullness. She couldn't help but sway her hips, her waist twisting and sinking gracefully. Pleasure spread throughout her body, and the sudden pleasure overwhelmed her, causing her to quicken her movements, emitting low, indistinct moans. Suddenly, as if electrocuted, she raised her arms high, burying her hands in her hair, and mumbled incoherently, "I'm coming again." A body slammed heavily off him onto the bed. Lin Li sprang to his feet like a carp, seeing her eyes rolled back and foam at the mouth. Showing no pity, he stood by the bed, spreading her thighs wide with his hands, his erect penis thrusting and pounding relentlessly. Another wave of climax washed over her, so quickly that Sun Qian was caught off guard. She struggled to support herself, and when she felt an unbearable heat and swelling below, knowing he was about to ejaculate, she struggled to sit up, catching his neck. Lin Li groaned as if ill, thrusting hard against her before falling silent. Sun Qian's lower body made his penis swell as if it were about to burst, releasing a torrent of pleasure. Both of them reached their peak simultaneously, then leaped into the air, floating on clouds, swaying and rising.

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