Making love like a teenager 1-3

Word count: 33674

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(Love Like a Teenager is a great album by Xu Wei. This novel's title is a play on his name, but it has absolutely no connection to the album, haha.)

Every morning, the most enjoyable moment for the unemployed idlers and retired old men outside the Chaoyang residential area arrives around eight o'clock. As the clock approaches eight, no matter what these men are rambling about, everyone becomes distracted, always glancing into the residential area, afraid of missing even a second of the view.
Today, the first to receive this "benefit" is none other than sixty-five-year-old Old Zhao. This old fellow arrived early and secured a spot directly facing the entrance of the residential area, making it much easier for the other old men, who were standing with their backs or to the side, to see the inside of the complex. However, the other old men were only a second slower than him. Seeing Old Zhao's gaze drift into the distance, shifting from a fixed stare to a blank expression, they all turned around simultaneously, skillfully concealing the intense desire in their eyes and fixing their seemingly nonchalant gazes on the approaching purple figure.

This scene, played out regularly every morning, was familiar to Old Wang, the security guard. He glanced disdainfully at these old fogies whose grandchildren were already old enough to run errands, but didn't forget to obediently turn his head in the direction of their gaze.

How could there be such a mesmerizing woman? The fifty-one-year-old, bachelor Old Wang only glanced at her, and even though he was very familiar with the woman, he still felt a chill for no reason. Even from fifty or sixty meters away, one could see a woman with curvaceous, exquisitely beautiful figures, wrapped in a purple dress. She was tall and voluptuous, with extremely white skin, dazzlingly beautiful against the purple dress. Her gait was graceful and elegant, her full hips swaying from side to side, her high breasts bobbing with each step, exuding femininity without any affectation. Just her figure and posture alone were enough to tell she was a very beautiful woman. And when she moved closer, her facial features became clearer. Even a seasoned womanizer, let alone an old bachelor like Old Wang, would likely exclaim: "What a beautiful face!" Her

eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, and ears were perfectly proportioned. You couldn't pinpoint exactly what made her beautiful, but she was undeniably pleasing to the eye, comfortable, and likable. Add to that her gentle oval face, and even the most discerning man would find no fault with her.

Old Wang, who always flinched around women, quickly averted his gaze as the woman in the purple dress drew closer. Looking back at the group of old men at the door, he saw that although they were still staring at the woman, the lustful intent was gone. Everyone wore kind, gentle smiles, as if they were seeing their own daughter approaching.

"Good morning, Director Yang!" Old Zhao was the first to react, greeting her with a smile as she approached.

"Good morning, Uncle Zhao!" the woman replied with a smile. Her voice was clear and strong; even from her voice alone, one could tell this woman was far from weak, but rather quite confident and assertive—a formidable woman.

The other old men, seeing this, also greeted the woman in various tones. The woman, clearly accustomed to such scenes, stopped, her beautiful face bearing the warm smile typical of someone in a position of authority. She politely exchanged a few words with each of the old men before continuing on her way. The morning sunlight shone on her smiling face, revealing fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes; it was clear this charming woman was over forty.
As the woman walked away gracefully, the old men all turned around, their eyes greedily fixed on her alluring figure: her long, wavy, permed hair, her perfectly proportioned waist, her round, plump buttocks, the two slender legs peeking out from under her dress, and even her bright red high heels…

“You guys should be at the park walking your birds, shouldn’t you?” Old Wang, unable to bear the lewd behavior of these old men any longer, deliberately coughed lightly. Strangely enough, while Old Wang blushed whenever he saw a woman, he wasn’t shy about speaking his mind in front of other men.

“Mind your own business!” Old Zhao blushed, glancing at Old Wang with a mocking smile. “Oh, your Chunlan
isn’t at work that early yet? What, can’t stand women prettier than Chunlan?” The old men burst into laughter. One of them chuckled, “What do you mean, ‘his Chunlan’? Is Chunlan his? I bet Chunlan hasn’t even given him a second glance!” The old men’s laughter grew even louder. Old Wang blushed from the laughter, though his dark complexion made it less noticeable.

"Go away! Don't block the way! If you keep nagging, I'll ruin your plans tomorrow morning!" The old men, somewhat embarrassed, stopped arguing with Old Wang—after all, he was directly under Director Yang's jurisdiction, and if he went to her and said a few words, she was known for her unforgiving temper. They all had children and grandchildren; who could bear the loss of face? So they laughed and cursed, and dispersed.

Old Wang then returned to the guardhouse, still looking somewhat dejected; clearly, the old man's words had indeed disheartened him. Yes, everyone knew he was interested in Chunlan, who rented a room in the courtyard, but everyone also knew Chunlan didn't reciprocate his feelings. It was understandable, really. Although Chunlan was also from out of town, just an ordinary waitress in a small restaurant, and her looks were at best average, she was only in her twenties. Why would she be interested in a fifty-one-year-old security guard? Besides, Old Wang was far from handsome; at best, he was honest and kind, not bad-looking. More fatally, he was only 1.65 meters tall. Even if he were twenty years younger, few girls would likely be interested.

"You know nothing!" Old Wang muttered angrily, pulling a bankbook from his pocket. He carefully unfolded it, counting the seven-digit number twice, as if afraid of missing a digit. Only after counting did a satisfied smile spread across his face, thinking: If Chunlan knew I had over three million in savings and a new house, her attitude towards me might immediately change!

However, the smugness quickly vanished from his weathered face. Yes, if he used this trump card, fulfilling his lifelong wish of marrying a wife wouldn't be difficult, but whether she would be after his money or him was another matter entirely. What's more, he didn't earn this money through his own abilities. If he hadn't gotten lucky and won the lottery six months ago, he'd still be working as a bricklayer on a construction site in Nancheng! He had planned to quit his construction job and become a security guard in Chunlan's apartment complex, hoping to have more opportunities to see her and gradually develop feelings for her. But the past three months had shown that this was probably just wishful thinking.

Thinking of this, Old Wang sighed helplessly.

In the neighborhood committee office, as soon as the woman in the purple dress entered her office, a tall, thin man with a fairly decent appearance was waiting for her. Upon seeing her, he quickly stood up from the sofa, handed her something, and said, "Good morning, Director Yang. The gym membership you asked me to get is ready." "Oh, so fast?" the woman in the purple dress said with
a smile "Thank you so much, Xiao Fang." She took the membership card, glanced at it casually—her photo was printed on it, and the name field read Yang Yulian, without any errors—and tossed it onto the desk, saying to Xiao Fang, "How much is the membership? I'll pay you." "No need, Director Yang! Didn't I say it was opened by my friend's father? It's free." "How could you possibly accept that?" Yang Yulian stopped rummaging through her bag for her wallet, casually smoothed
her hair, and her beautiful face showed only joy; how could she be embarrassed?

"It's alright, Director Yang, don't be so polite. Shall I go back to work now?" "Hey, wait a minute!" Yang Yulian had already
sat down at her desk. Hearing this, she beckoned to Xiao Fang, "Come help me check what's wrong with this QQ account, I can't find it." As she spoke, she bent down and pressed the power button on the computer tower under the desk.

Her purple dress had a wide neckline, and when she bent over, it revealed a glimpse of her ample bosom. Just then, Xiao Fang, who happened to be walking up to her, instinctively glanced into the neckline and saw two full, coconut-like breasts, smooth and white as coconut flesh, tightly wrapped in a black bra, pressed together, with nowhere to go, creating a deep, almost invisible cleavage. The breasts overflowed, bulging high like newly steamed buns with too much flour, their curves smooth and exaggerated. Xiao Fang, a recent college graduate, was still quite inexperienced in matters of love and sex. When had he ever seen such full and magnificent breasts up close? Although this woman was forty-five years old on paper, judging from the fullness and texture of her breasts, no man would mistake them for those of a middle-aged woman whose youth had faded.

Young Fang, brimming with youthful vigor, got an erection—a very hard one. Besides witnessing a scene so erotic it would make his nose bleed, he also caught a whiff of Director Yang's rich fragrance. And that wasn't all; as Director Yang straightened her delicate body, her smooth forearm inadvertently brushed against his bulging crotch. So when Director Yang gasped in surprise, he was so ashamed he wanted to disappear into a crack in the wall.

"What are you thinking!" Yang Yulian, still shaken, blushed and clutched her chest, scolding him playfully.
"I didn't mean to," the tender-faced young Fang almost cried.

"Alright! I didn't mean to blame you." Yang Yulian rolled her eyes at him. "Look, help me see where QQ went
? I can't find it." Xiao Fang felt a little relieved, quickly leaned over to look at the computer screen, and then directed Yang Yulian to click the mouse a few times. They discovered that she had simply deleted the QQ desktop icon, so he taught her how to reset the shortcut. But within a minute, he felt short of breath, and cold sweat soaked his shirt.
"Director Yang, shall I go now?" "Okay. Thanks." Watching Xiao Fang flee as if escaping,
Yang Yulian gave him a resentful glare at his retreating figure, thinking: Another coward!

The neighborhood committee didn't have much to do, and Yang Yulian, as the director of the neighborhood committee, had even less. After sending Xiao Fang away, she idly browsed the internet for a while, read a newspaper, and was just about to get up and go outside to patrol when a middle-aged man who looked like a driver poked his head in at the door and smiled, "Hello, Director Yang!" "Who are you?" Yang Yulian
thought he looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

"I'm Mr. Liu's driver from XXX Company. I picked you and District Chief Fan up last month. Mr. Liu asked me to bring you some local produce. It's right at the door. Would you like me to bring it in or take it to your house?" "Oh, Mr. Liu, you're too kind. It's so hot, why bring something like this?" Yang Yulian stood up, a reserved smile on her face. "Don't bring it in. I'll have someone take it home." "Okay." Yang Yulian followed Mr. Liu's driver to
the door and saw two large sacks full of local produce, still covered in fresh mud. She asked curiously, "What's inside?"

"It's all organic produce like purple sweet potatoes and yams, just dug from the ground."

Yang Yulian frowned, a little displeased, but then she thought about how her husband and Mr. Liu had acted like brothers at the dinner table last time, and she didn't want to offend him. So she said, "Alright, just leave it there. I'll have someone come and carry it." After saying that, she turned her head and called out loudly towards Chaoyang Residential Area, "Old Wang! Wang Tiegen! Come help me move these things."

Mr. Liu's driver saw a man with a buzz cut, in his forties or fifties, quickly walking over from the guardhouse across the street. He respectfully said goodbye to Yang Yulian and got into the car.

"Old Wang, help me carry these two bags to my house," Yang Yulian instructed, as if the security guards of the residential area were her servants. But then again, she always treated this old residential area as her own private residence, since her husband was the highest-ranking man in the area!

Old Wang looked at the two muddy sacks on the ground and smiled憨厚ly, "Wait a moment, Director Yang, let me take off my clothes first." Without waiting for Yang Yulian's reply, he quickly turned back to the guardhouse.

"You old bachelor, you're so fussy, even squeamisher than a woman!" Yang Yulian said with a laugh.

Old Wang took off his shirt in the gatehouse and ran back, his muscular upper body bare. Although not tall, he was a man of few feet, but with a strong, well-proportioned physique and clearly defined muscles. His tanned upper body revealed distinct pectoral muscles and six-pack abs, a physique quite incongruous with his 51 years. If his face were covered, many would mistake him for a man in his thirties.

"I'm not trying to be mean, but can't you be a little more civilized? Going around shirtless all the time, what kind of behavior is that!" Yang Yulian scolded, frowning.

"I know, these two sacks are a bit dirty, I'm just afraid of getting my clothes dirty," Old Wang said with a simple, honest smile. The moment his eyes met Yang Yulian's, he hurriedly lowered his gaze. When he reached her lips, seeing their vibrant redness, his heart skipped a beat. He quickly looked down again, but this only made things worse. Beneath her purple dress, her breasts were full and rounded, like two balls hidden inside, instantly making his heart flutter. His gaze could only drift to the ground, where he saw two beautiful legs encased in barely perceptible, high-quality flesh-colored stockings, their textures appearing even more delicate and flawless. Her round ankles were also exceptionally cute, radiating an irresistible femininity. How could he dare look any longer? Finally, his face flushed, he turned his head away, pretending to be looking at his two sacks. Old Wang

's shifting gaze was only momentary, but it couldn't escape Yang Yulian's eyes. Fortunately, she was already used to being stared at like this by men, and she rarely saw cowards like Lao Wang who wouldn't even dare to look at her twice. So she couldn't help but laugh and didn't dwell on Lao Wang breaking the dress code she had set: "What are you standing there for? Move them!"

"Oh!" Lao Wang came to his senses, bent down, picked up the two sacks, and slung them over his shoulders. After all, he had been a laborer carrying bricks on construction sites for several years, so his movements were very skilled. However, what surprised him was that these two sacks, which looked like local specialties, were quite heavy. Fortunately, he was strong. If it were someone who had never carried heavy loads before, they wouldn't have been able to carry two sacks at once.

Seeing that Lao Wang had shouldered them, Yang Yulian walked ahead with a thud. The morning rush hour was over, and the neighborhood was nearly deserted. Old Wang, following behind Yang Yulian, saw no one around, and the figure in front of him was undeniably alluring. He boldly raised his gaze to look at her, from her snow-white neck to her straight back, to her perfectly proportioned waist, to her round, plump buttocks—he couldn't help but linger on her buttocks for a moment longer; their shape, their texture, burned within him like a fire. Chunlan's buttocks were also quite large, but the contours were far inferior; their beauty couldn't compare to Director Yang's. But what was the point of such a comparison? A woman like Director Yang was someone he dared not even dream of approaching, but with Chunlan, at least there was a sliver of hope. How many times, in the dead of night, had he fantasized about holding Chunlan's youthful, plump buttocks and thrusting into her tender vagina from behind, just like he used to do with prostitutes in cheap massage parlors? He believed that the pleasure of fucking Chunlan was definitely better than that of the prostitutes in the massage parlor who were fucked many times a day by men, but at this moment, he was hopelessly envious of Director Yang's husband, District Chief Fan—being able to fuck Director Yang's big, round, fat, and perky ass every day was the true ultimate enjoyment!Little did Yang Yulian know that the honest old man a few steps behind her was harboring such filthy thoughts. She had already stepped lightly into the stairwell, her high heels clicking crisply as she ascended the stairs. Old Wang, following behind, fell a few steps behind. He was already shorter than Yang Yulian, so his gaze was now directly on her buttocks. The purple dress, slightly stretched taut from the ascent, outlined the curves of her rounded hips. Old Wang stared intently, his groin naturally aroused.

Upon reaching the fourth floor, Yang Yulian, being of an age, was already feeling a bit breathless. She was inwardly grumbling about her husband's continued refusal to move to the newly purchased apartment with an elevator nearby, and slowed her pace. Because the stairwell was somewhat dark, and she was a little distracted, she didn't notice a banana peel on the stairs. Her high heel slipped on it, causing her to fall backward. Luckily, she reacted quickly, bracing herself with her other foot on the next step. However, her unsteady center of gravity made matters worse; the thin heel of her high heel couldn't hold on and snapped. She completely lost her balance and fell backward, her heart pounding with fear, her mind going completely blank.

Old Wang, who had been staring at her backside, certainly saw her slip. Startled, he instinctively took two steps forward, not even having time to drop the two sacks, and used his chest to brace against Yang Yulian's falling back. Although the force of her fall was considerable, he managed to stop her descent.

In her shock, her back found solid support, averting the risk of falling down the stairs. Yang Yulian felt a slight sense of relief. However, since Old Wang had only used his chest to brace her, not his hands, her 120-pound weight still carried her vertically downwards. It seemed inevitable that she would fall on her buttocks. Then, an unbelievable scene unfolded. As her plump buttocks slid down, brushing against Old Wang's body, something forcefully blocked her from below his abdomen. This object was hard and powerful, firmly wedged her buttocks, and the upward pull was no less than the weight of her fall. Just as the two forces were locked in a struggle, Yang Yulian finally managed to grab the railing and barely managed to stand up on her own.
"Thank goodness you were behind me!" Yang Yulian's face paled, and she patted her chest in lingering fear. She turned back and gave Old Wang an approving look, but the next second she froze, and then two blushes appeared on her pale face. Good heavens! This old woman was still holding onto two bags of local produce perfectly fine with both hands. So what was that thing that had been holding her buttocks up, preventing her from falling to the ground? Of course, she didn't need to guess at all, because Old Wang's thing between his legs was still sticking up like an iron rod, like a thick branch that had grown out of nowhere from a pine tree, pushing her cheap, loose sweatpants high up—wasn't that thing of his exaggerated? It could actually hold up my weight?

In her shock, Yang Yulian couldn't help but recall that terrifying moment just now. Wasn't that the thing that had been wedged between her buttocks, pressing against her private parts through her underwear, trembling and burning hot, but the contact area was definitely not as wide as a palm? What else could it be but Old Wang's thing between his legs?
At this moment, with Yang Yulian looking him up and down, Old Wang dared not have any thoughts of boasting. His bulging crotch made him feel like he wanted to die. He stammered, "It's nothing... let's keep going..." He just hoped that the still-settled Director Yang wouldn't notice his strange behavior.

Yang Yulian saw that the old man's face was as red as blood and his eyes were darting around. She was both surprised and amused. She glanced at him, smiled slightly, and without saying anything more, turned around and tiptoed upstairs.

She opened the door, kicked off her worn-out high heels, and let Old Wang put the two sacks down. Yang Yulian smiled and said, "Thank you, Old Wang. Helping me carry things is one thing, and stopping me from falling is another."

Her mention of the second thing only made Old Wang more embarrassed. He hurriedly waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing... I'll be going now, Director Yang!" After saying that, without waiting for Yang Yulian's reply, he turned around and hurriedly went downstairs with his tail between his legs.

Yang Yulian found it amusing. She closed the door, then recalled the scene from moments before, and her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't resist reaching down to touch her labia, where Old Wang's formidable member had accidentally pressed against them—good heavens, how many years had it been since she'd been touched by such a powerful penis? Her husband was already limp, and he had countless other women outside, barely touching her once a month. In the last two years, she'd come to terms with things and wanted a young, strong lover, but unfortunately, her social circle was small, and the young men at her workplace who were somewhat attractive were as timid as rabbits; she hadn't found an opportunity.

Yang Yulian grumbled for a while, then composed herself and began processing the two bags of local produce. That little incident wasn't enough to make her put Old Wang on her shortlist of potential lovers—what a joke! A woman as elegant and beautiful as her, with just a little more obvious hint, would have countless young and strong handsome men lining up to sleep with her. Why would she bother with a timid, penniless, fifty-one-year-old man? Absolutely not. They belonged to two completely different social classes; she had never even considered him a normal man. He was merely an indispensable, functional ant in this society, and their desires were never the concern of those in positions of power.

Yang Yulian frowned, delicately untied two burlap sacks, and expressionlessly rummaged through a pile of coarse grains like purple sweet potatoes, yams, and corn. Halfway through, just as she was about to give up and call her neighbor, Aunt Zhang, to collect them, suddenly a golden object rolled out and landed heavily on the floor.

It was a gold bar! Yang Yulian's eyes widened, and she hurriedly rummaged through the sacks, finding several more gold bars!

This Mr. Liu, it turns out, is quite creative! Yang Yulian's eyebrows curved into a sweet smile. She had just tidied up the sacks; the gold bars in the two sacks probably weighed at least twenty pounds! No wonder the sacks were so heavy. Luckily, Old Wang hadn't thrown the sacks away in his haste; otherwise, the gold bars would have scattered, and that would have been terrible!

That old bastard, well, I'll have to reward him with something good later! Yang Yulian thought with a smile, "Hmm, and that banana peel too! I'll definitely find out who carelessly threw it away; it might be that little vixen upstairs! Humph, if I get any evidence, I'll kick her out!"

After fleeing from Director Yang's house, Old Wang hid in the guardhouse, unable to calm himself down for a long time. Being seen in such a sorry state by Director Yang was one reason, but more importantly, the unexpected intimate contact with Director Yang had truly been an eye-opener for him; for the first time in his life, he realized that a woman's body could bring such pleasure! Good heavens! Just pressing his thing against her plump, soft buttocks through several layers of clothing felt incredibly pleasurable, even a hundred times more satisfying than actually penetrating those cheap prostitutes' vaginas! How could such unfairness exist in the world? Director Yang was clearly twenty years older than those prostitutes, so why was her body more attractive than theirs? And why were such good women all taken by rich and powerful men?

As Old Wang lamented the injustice of fate, a purple light caught his eye out of the corner of his eye, slowly approaching. He knew it was Director Yang walking towards the entrance of the residential area. He quickly suppressed his chaotic thoughts and casually glanced at a newspaper on the table, even though he could only recognize about 70-80% of the words.

"Hey, Lao Wang!" Yang Yulian walked straight into the reception room, tossed a plastic bag onto the table, and said with a smile, "These are fresh bayberries someone delivered yesterday. Try them as a thank you for your help earlier."
Lao Wang had never received such preferential treatment from Director Yang before, and was immediately flattered. He quickly waved his hand and said, "No need, no need, Director Yang, you can keep them for yourself." "

I have plenty at home. Just take them, stop talking nonsense,

" Yang Yulian said with a smile. "You're too kind," Lao Wang said awkwardly, not daring to look at Director Yang, turning his head to look at the wall, looking quite comical.

Yang Yulian was amused by Lao Wang's awkwardness. She covered her mouth and chuckled a few times, saying, "I have something important to say. You saw it just now, someone actually violated the owners' committee rules by littering banana peels in the stairwell. It's too dangerous. I suspect it was Situ Qing upstairs who did it. Keep an eye on her for me, and if you catch her with evidence, report to me immediately." "

Situ Qing? Doesn't seem like it?" Old Wang was taken aback.

"What do you mean, doesn't seem like it? Don't be fooled by her fairy-like appearance, she's not a good person at all!
" "Alright, I'll do as you say and keep a close eye on her." Although Old Wang didn't really believe it, what could he do? Yang Yulian was the director of both the neighborhood committee and the property owners' committee. His direct superior had spoken, so he had no choice but to comply.
Seeing Old Wang nod in agreement, Yang Yulian swayed contentedly and walked away. Watching her alluring figure, Old Wang felt a surge of heat, but quickly suppressed it—forget it, why think about such useless things? It's more important to figure out how to get closer to Chunlan!

In the dimly lit room with the curtains drawn tightly, the two pale, naked bodies tightly entwined on the bed were still clearly visible. Although the air conditioning was on full blast, the air in the room was still somewhat humid and stuffy, perhaps because the two's breathing and moans were too intense.

"Sister Qingqing, I feel so good, so amazing, so incredibly good!" The slender man looked no more than twenty years old, with delicate features, a handsome young man indeed. He lay on top of the woman, his movements wild and unrestrained, his seemingly underdeveloped, slender penis pounding into her vagina like a pestle. The gushing fluids were churned, making a squeaking sound, mingling with the incessant slapping of their skin, a scene of utter debauchery.
"Good little brother, keep going, don't stop, sister is enjoying it too... oh..." the woman moaned, her eyes glazed over on the bed. Her voice was soft, languid, and incredibly arousing; that voice alone was enough to outshine many Japanese actresses. And if any other man in the room were to gaze upon her young body through the summer sunlight filtering through the curtains, he would be struck dumb, unable to look away, for from her face to her chest, from her waist to her hips, from her labia to her legs, she was breathtakingly beautiful, or perhaps more accurately, breathtakingly alluring.

At this moment, her cloud-like hair was draped over the pillow, her eyes, brimming with spring-like allure, were half-closed, her long eyelashes trembling gently. Below were her straight nose, rosy lips, and pointed chin. Even the most meticulously photoshopped faces of fashion magazine cover models couldn't surpass her perfection. Beneath her long, elegant neck and delicate collarbones, her full, snow-white breasts, even in her lying position, remained firm like inverted jade bowls, with two slender, pink nipples standing erect, utterly adorable. Her waist was incredibly slender, without an ounce of excess fat, comparable to the slender waist of a fashion model. Yet, below this slender waist, she possessed a plump, round bottom, the kind usually found only on women who had given birth. The two buttocks had delicate, flawless, snow-white flesh, soft and yielding to the touch, revealing flesh without bone—the perfect buttocks that every man dreamed of. That wasn't all. Beneath the thick, dark pubic hair at the base of her legs, her two pink labia were beautifully shaped, plump but not thick, lovely and moist. Now, stretched taut into two breathtaking arcs by the boy's penis, exuding an intensely erotic aura. If it ended there, this woman would already be considered exquisite, but heaven had truly blessed her with two long, straight legs, cool and smooth, slender yet not bony—truly possessing all the beauty of nature, without a single flaw.

Lying on top of such a one-in-a-million woman, the boy's excitement was unimaginable. So he thrust and pounded with reckless abandon, wanting nothing more than to pierce through her soft, alluring body. Under the boy's frenzied assault, the woman's body was as soft as butter, her heart burning with pleasure, unconsciously twisting her incredibly elastic waist, chasing the surging waves of pleasure like the Qiantang River tide.

"Mmm...that's great, keep going, keep going! Don't stop!" the woman murmured urgently.

Encouraged, the young man simply scooped up the woman's legs and bent them on the bed, lifting her knees off the surface. He used his weight to press down on the woman's wet vagina, like a pile driver. Each time he withdrew his penis from her vagina, he would quickly thrust it back in just as her labia were about to close. Taking advantage of his youth and strength, he thrust very fast. The woman indeed experienced a faster and more pleasurable sensation. Her murmurs turned into unconscious whimpers. She frowned, bit her lower lip, and although she looked like she was in unbearable pain, she was actually experiencing extreme pleasure.

"Faster, faster! Keep going, faster!" the woman suddenly urged, her voice trembling with tears. Seeing this, the boy was overjoyed, yet also relieved. No longer suppressing his urge to ejaculate, he suddenly increased his speed, the sounds of his thrusts like firecrackers exploding incessantly. Amidst the woman's undisguised cries, the boy ejaculated without warning. The intense ejaculation and spasms brought the woman's extremely sensitive vagina to its peak stimulation. She shuddered violently, and then large gushes of vaginal fluid gushed out, quickly soaking the snow-white sheets.
"Mmm..." Immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, the woman felt as if her bones had been removed, limp and unwilling to move. The exhausted boy lay flat on her delicate body, feeling the soft, bouncy, fragrant, and warm sensation beneath him, thinking: This is the most luxurious bed in the world.

After an unknown amount of time, the boy finally rolled over, pulling his limp penis out of the woman's vagina. Ignoring its still-drenched state, he lay down beside her, drifting off to sleep. The woman, however, caught her breath and regained consciousness. She got out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to wash herself. The bathroom was brightly lit. She stood blankly in front of the sink, looking at her perfect naked body in the mirror. The boy's saliva covered her snow-white, firm breasts, and two streaks of white semen ran down her rounded thighs, reminding her of the intense sex she had just experienced.

"The orgasm is over, but it's still the same. Nothing has changed, and nothing will change," she thought with a bitter smile, unconsciously touching her breasts.

After washing, the woman went back to the bedroom, turned on a small lamp, and began to dress. She rummaged through the drawer for a moment, picking out a set of black lace lingerie and matching stockings. In the dim light, a small Laperla logo was visible on the panties. If Yang Yulian, who lived downstairs, had seen this, she would have been astonished, as it was a top Italian lingerie brand—something most girls couldn't afford. The stockings, of course, had no brand name, but anyone with a discerning eye could recognize the supple, smooth texture; only Japan could produce such quality, and even the cheapest pair cost over a hundred yuan. Who would imagine that a twenty-something girl renting in an old neighborhood was decked out in top-tier designer brands inside and out?

However, even holding such exquisite and beautiful clothes, the woman showed no joy. She mechanically put on her black lace panties with openwork patterns, then sat on the edge of the bed, skillfully rolling up her expensive black stockings and slipping them over her long, flawless legs. She then stood up and pulled the upper part of the stockings up, covering the black lace panties, adjusting her crotch area before quickly putting on her soft, thin black bra. After doing all this, she opened her wardrobe and selected a black fitted dress. She slipped her curvaceous body into the dress; the deep V-neck naturally revealed half of her fair breasts and a deep cleavage, while the form-fitting waist and hips perfectly accentuated the lines of her wasp waist and peach-shaped buttocks. The skirt length was just right, about ten centimeters above the knee. It was an elegant, sexy yet understated expensive dress, which, combined with the semi-transparent black stockings, made the woman in the mirror, with her bare face, exude the captivating charm of a well-bred lady.

Even though her reflection in the mirror was flawless, the woman ignored it, instead furrowing her brows. She carefully applied light makeup in front of the mirror, sprayed Chanel perfume on her armpits and wrists, and then dabbed some behind her ears. She then picked up a Gucci handbag, put her phone, wallet, and makeup bag inside, and took several pairs of brand-new stockings of different colors from a drawer and stuffed them in. Finally, she opened another drawer, grabbed a handful of things, and threw them into the bag. Under the light, the small, silver-gray plastic pouches clearly showed the number "003" printed on them—they were Okamoto ultra-thin condoms from Japan!

The woman was clearly very adept at preparing for the day; she didn't need to worry about forgetting anything. She zipped up her handbag, turned to look at the handsome young man already fast asleep on the bed, and, feeling a little annoyed, kicked the bed leg and snapped, "Aren't you getting up? Don't you have to go to work tonight too?"

The young man woke with a start, rubbing his sleepy eyes and grinning, "What's the rush? It's not time yet."
"Stop dawdling, or you'll be late again and lose your job. Then I won't be able to recommend you for work next time!"
"No, no, absolutely not!"

"I'm leaving!" The woman had already walked to the bedroom door with her handbag, slipping her stockinged feet into a pair of black high heels.

"Wait, Sister Qing!" The boy sat up in bed. "Could you give me another five thousand yuan?"

"What?" The woman turned around abruptly, her eyes blazing with barely suppressed anger. "I just gave you two thousand yuan a couple of days ago to buy sneakers, and now you want to buy something else? Is this how you spend money?"

"I want to buy an iPhone 5." The boy waved his phone. "My phone isn't working well anymore, I'll just replace it."

"Then you can buy it yourself, don't ask me for it. Do you think my money is easy to earn?" The woman said angrily, turning to leave.

"Sister Qing, my monthly salary is only a few yuan. Five thousand yuan is something you can earn in one night. Please give it to me!" the boy pleaded.

Hearing this, a flicker of pain flashed in the woman's eyes. She slowly turned to look into the boy's eyes and said, "Shaohua, if you speak to me like that again, move out immediately and don't ever come looking for me again!"

The boy was stunned. Seeing the woman's livid face and extremely serious expression, he felt uneasy and whispered, "I'm sorry, Sister Qing."

"I won't give you the money. A real man earns his own money. Think about it, isn't that right?" After saying this, the woman walked straight to the outer room, opened the door, and left.

The second most pleasant time of day for the retired old men and unemployed people in Chaoyang Community was around five o'clock in the afternoon. Every day around four-four, they would gather in various directions at the entrance of the passroom, standing or squatting in twos and threes, starting to chat idly. And without prior arrangement, their eyes would intentionally or unintentionally drift into the community, as if afraid of missing something.

That afternoon, security guard Lao Wang watched with annoyance as the group of old men gathered outside the gate again. He knew it was almost five o'clock, and that devastatingly beautiful woman would be coming out of the neighborhood. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in women, or that he didn't find her pretty; it was just that he had some self-awareness and knew that such a woman was beyond his reach. So he always tried to avoid looking at her, lest he become like those old men, infatuated with her, and become a laughingstock.

Sure enough, a moment later, the sound of high heels clicking on the ground echoed through the neighborhood. The rhythm was unhurried, light, and crisp, lighter than Director Yang's footsteps, and easily distinguishable. The footsteps grew closer, and judging from the speed at which the lust in the eyes of those old geezers subsided, the woman was clearly about to arrive. He glanced instinctively towards the door, and a figure even taller and more slender than Director Yang immediately came into view. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and a pair of oversized sunglasses concealed half of her snow-white face, revealing only her straight nose, rosy lips, and pointed chin. She was entirely clad in pure black—a black dress, black stockings, and black high heels—yet the exposed skin was so white and delicate, the stark contrast creating a breathtaking effect. Especially striking was the small portion of glistening breast and deep cleavage barely concealed by the deep V-neck of her dress, the subtle glimpse of snow-white skin through the high-quality semi-transparent stockings, exuding an unparalleled sensuality.

"Amitabha!" In that fleeting glance, Old Wang felt a sudden jolt in his heart and a surge of heat in his groin, and he quickly lowered his gaze.

The woman, with a cool and aloof expression, didn't greet anyone and quickly walked out of the residential area. This time, Old Wang, like the old shopper outside the gate, couldn't help but glance at her graceful figure, taking a deep breath of the expensive perfume she left behind. He thought to himself: How could someone as beautiful as Situ Qing do something like littering banana peels in the stairwell? Director Yang must be overthinking it.

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