My beloved wife—Qian Ying 19

My Beloved Wife – Qian Ying
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(I)
As if our newlywed bliss wasn't romantic enough, Qian Ying and I went to see a late-night movie. The film was moving, and there were many passionate scenes. When the protagonists were deeply moved, Qian Ying and I held hands, our eyes met, and love burned within us. However, in such a setting, we could only let it burn
in vain. Unable to wait for the ending, we hurriedly left the theater. The night breeze was cool, and our passion burned even brighter. We practically ran home. We were both
panting, and as soon as we entered the door, we hugged and kissed tightly. Qian Ying's hand first rested on my shoulder, then slowly moved to my chest, unbuttoning my shirt.
My leather clasp was also undone, and a trembling, icy little hand slipped inside my bra, grasping a hot, hard penis. Her thumb rubbed the tip, as if trying to warm it. But it almost made me ejaculate. I quickly took off my own clothes, and then roughly stripped her naked. Qian Ying leaned against the wall, still panting, her eyes filled with fear, but even more so with longing and anticipation. Perhaps she also felt that her husband should have a bit of masculine wildness.
I leaned in and kissed her fiercely, simultaneously lifting one of her thighs and spreading it to the side with one hand, while kneading her small breasts with the other. I thrust forward, forcefully penetrating her.
Qian Ying let out a soft "humph," she had never experienced such a direct approach from her husband before. She opened her alluring eyes and glanced at me with what seemed like displeasure. But I didn't care about that. Besides, Qian Ying's lower body was already soaking wet and open. I guarantee she wasn't looking at me like that because of pain.
After I started, our movements were very slow and slow, but very forceful. I thrust upwards hard, and Qian Ying's body trembled, then she let out a long, heavy moan, while tightly hugging me and drawing finger marks on my back with her fingertips. I pulled back, and Qian Ying followed my lower body forward, then I thrust again. Qian Ying let out a "hmm," her buttocks hitting the wall with a low thud. I thrust several times in a row, making a series of thuds on the wall.
My penis was fully inside Qian Ying's vagina, and I began to move in and out with small movements, but the speed increased. My balls slapped against Qian Ying's pink and white buttocks, making a crisp and pleasant "slap slap" sound, and the sound of Qian Ying's body hitting the wall also made fleshy sounds due to the different movements of the thrusts. Qian Ying's pink vulva opened and closed incessantly with the movement of my penis, her vaginal fluids constantly seeping out, forming a thin stream that dripped onto the floor.
"No...no, not now," Qian Ying said in a trembling voice
. I understood what she meant. I slowed down until I withdrew my penis from her vagina. I knelt between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs. I looked down and saw glistening water stains on the floor. And warm water droplets kept falling from them. I looked up and stuck out my tongue, catching a few drops of "nectar" afterward, then simply lowered my head and began to suck on the puddle on the floor.
At this moment, a few more drops of water fell onto my head, accompanied by a captivating laugh.
I stood up, held her slender waist, and turned her around. Qian Ying gave me another flirtatious wink and said sweetly, "Brother, what kind of trick are you going to play on me again?"
"Brother won't play tricks on me, brother wants to make his little sister understand and happy."
I cupped Qian Ying's petite and delicate white bottom and touched it for a while until I couldn't control myself anymore. Then I held her waist and thrust in
. This time, just like last time, from weak to strong, from slow to fast. I put one hand on her waist and the other hand reached to her chest and rubbed her small breasts, pinching her pink nipples until they turned red, swelled, and hardened.
Qian Ying moaned softly and also pushed her buttocks back forcefully. I was so aroused by her that I couldn't help but throw my head back and shout with joy. Hearing my shout, Qian Ying became even more energetic and twisted her small waist forcefully, which made me go from being the active one to the passive one, following her back and forth movements. I never imagined my innocent little wife, Qian Ying, would be such a genius, or perhaps she was just naturally gifted... Anyway, I was the one enjoying her
. Qian Ying's little mouth emitted captivating moans, a hundred times more beautiful than any of her usual humming. Her swaying ponytail swept in front of my eyes, a bit of an eyesore, so I untied her hair. Instantly, her beautiful long hair flowed gently, making her even more alluring.
Then, a long thrust caused my penis to slip out of her vagina. I was momentarily stunned, and Qian Ying quickly turned around, wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing her upper body against me, and bending her legs, clinging to me. I took a deep breath, supporting her buttocks with one hand, and with the other, I inserted my penis into her lower body, thrusting again
. After a while, we switched sides and fucked each other for a while, finally returning to the doggy style. I moved wildly, while Qian Ying cried out in unrestrained pleasure. I called her name, telling her I was about to ejaculate. Qian Ying turned her head, a little out of breath, and said, "Ah...what...what...oh, okay, you...ejaculate."
So I thrust violently, finally pushing forward. We both made moaning sounds. Then I pulled away, my penis sprang out, I grabbed it and swung it around, the white semen like snowflakes, splattering onto Qian Ying's snow-white buttocks.
I was panting heavily and collapsed onto the large chair behind me. Qian Ying was slightly panting, her beautiful eyes filled with laughter. I smiled back at her
. "Come on," I called softly.
Qian Ying smiled and sat down on my lap. "Are you alright?"
"You've been belittling me like this, there's a price to pay."
"What price?"
"The price of pleasure."
"I'm willing, but I'm afraid you can't."
Without another word, I first cupped her breasts and fondled them, then pinched one nipple in each hand and sucked on one for a while. Qian Ying closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling, as if she was already giving her all.
I still didn't "relent," and moved to the other breast, repeating the same process. Qian Ying no longer held back, but began to moan softly. And those warm drops of water fell onto my thighs.
Actually, I was already erect, just waiting for her to be fully aroused. My penis head touched Qian Ying's genitals, and Qian Ying immediately spread her legs, rubbing my penis with her hairy lower body, and then sat down
. "Can't wait, huh?" I laughed
. "Damn it!" Qian Ying spat. But the movements didn't stop.
I skillfully dodged Qian Ying's movements.
"What are you doing? No!"
"Say it, sister wants brother to go in."
"No!"
"Then you'll have to figure it out yourself."
"Hmm. Sister... wants brother to go in."
"What?"
"Sister, wants brother's thing to go into sister's body."
"Figure it out yourself."
"Okay, you."
Qian Ying shouted, and then without saying a word, grabbed my penis and pushed it in. She gave a satisfied hum, then widened her eyes, looking at me defiantly, while simultaneously bending over and moving her body up and down.
"I did it on purpose, haha."
"You're bad!"
Then we got to the main event. Qian Ying held me in her arms, and we moved up and down for a while. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of her beautiful back in the mirror behind her, and I saw her pretty little bottom rising and falling between my legs. Between her snow-white buttocks was a red, fleshy pillar and a purplish ball of flesh. Looking at this vibrant color and listening to my lover's moving moans, how could I not be intoxicated?
Qian Ying happily enjoyed disregarding her husband's efforts. Her moans were incessant, her movements constant. Sometimes she would deliberately stop, pressing her buttocks down, and sometimes she would twist her waist a few times. My ball of flesh would be pressed until it was red and swollen. So I thrust upwards a few times, and Qian Ying let out a few moans. I felt a warm, sticky fluid flowing down from under her buttocks, down my ball of flesh.
Then, our movements began to speed up again. Our lower bodies made sounds when they touched. I was a little surprised because the sounds didn't seem as crisp as before. I looked in the mirror behind me again, but it wasn't clear. So I put my arm around Qian Ying's waist and lifted her buttocks. I saw a white patch on her buttocks and was a little confused. But immediately I became impulsive because I remembered that it was the semen I had just ejaculated on Qian Ying's buttocks! Qian Ying's vaginal fluid kept gushing out, flowing down her buttocks onto my penis, which had been pressed tightly against Qian Ying's buttocks and was covered in my own semen. Now, the water washed it away, and the little red ball turned into a little white ball.
I was incredibly itchy and just wanted to indulge myself. So I started thrusting hard. Qian Ying trembled and told me not to rush, but I really couldn't hold on any longer. Helpless, Qian Ying suddenly stood up. But it was too late. My penis sprang out of her vagina, still erect, and trembled. A stream of milky white liquid spurted from the tip of my penis, some landing on Qian Ying's pubic hair, some in a straight line on her lower abdomen and chest, and a few drops on her breasts. One drop landed squarely on her pink nipple.
(II)
It was another quiet night. After my bath, I leaned against the bed, absentmindedly flipping through magazines. I dried quickly, not because of the weather, but because that burning desire was raging within me again. I could faintly
hear melodious singing in the bathroom, accompanied by the sound of running water. She didn't seem to be in a hurry, but all of this made me unable to resist.
I stood up and pushed the bathroom door, only to find it locked from the inside. Then I heard Qian Ying giggle,
"Oh, you! I can't take it anymore!"
"Good brother, wait a little longer!" she pleaded. The sound was like adding fuel to the fire, but I was helpless and could only return to bed, staring blankly at the door
. I heard a noise, and a faint fragrance wafted from afar. I turned my head and closed my eyes tightly. The annoying thing was, if I didn't move, she didn't move either. Finally, I gave up and abruptly opened my eyes. Sure enough, Qian Ying was standing smiling in front of the bed. She was wearing a bathrobe, half-open, her beautiful body partially revealed. My lust surged, and I got up to pounce on her. Qian Ying tapped my head with her little finger: "Behave yourself." Then she knelt on the bed in front of me, smiling as she took off her bathrobe.
I couldn't hold back any longer and still got up. I buried my head in Qian Ying's chest, licking her cute pink nipples, while my other hand kept kneading her other breast. I hugged her waist, trying to push her onto the bed, but she pushed me away. I was a little confused and looked at her sideways. Qian Ying chuckled and said, "Today I am the phoenix on top, and you, little snake, must bow down."
"Alright, I grant your permission."
"Okay." Qian Ying laughed.
There were two pillows behind me, and I lay comfortably with my hands behind my head. Qian Ying turned her head forward and kissed me for a while, then knelt between my legs.
Qian Ying didn't have much pubic hair, but it still made my lower abdomen itch. I reached out and caressed her breasts, and after she reacted, I joined in with my mouth. Before long, Qian Ying's breasts became hard and large, and the temperature between her legs rose higher and higher. She actively rubbed her lower abdomen against my genitals, and my penis, after this stimulation, was already erect, passing through her pubic hair and pressing against her lower abdomen.
I lay down again, and then Qian Ying lifted her buttocks and grabbed my penis. Her small hands were warm and delicate, trembling slightly. Qian Ying paused. She noticed a few black hairs on the head of my penis, short and curly, of course, hers. She picked up a pubic hair and waved it in front of my eyes, then placed it on my chest. Afterward, she slowly sat down
, and I immediately started thrusting upwards. Qian Ying didn't move, letting me move her. But she quickly responded, beginning to practice her movements. Of course, the range of motion was small, and the speed was slow. When her buttocks lifted, most of my penis was still inside her; when she lowered, it was fully inside again, but with considerable force. The flesh inside rubbed together, and the skin outside made crisp slapping sounds.
After warming up, we got back on track. Qian Ying actively increased the speed, and the range of motion also increased. When her buttocks lifted, most of my penis was exposed; when she sat down, it was still fully inside. Qian Ying started moaning loudly, and just as I was about to ejaculate, she stopped and started playing around, twisting her waist back and forth and side to side. I enjoyed it immensely, thinking to myself: who's training whom here?
Qian Ying started thrusting again, and this time I met her with all my might, pumping hard a few times: "Oh...oh...um...
hum..." Qian Ying's voice trembled as I fucked her, but she immediately retaliated. With a sudden thud, I released her nipple, leaned back on the bed, and shouted, thrusting forward. Qian Ying let out a long sigh and sat down between my legs
. Panting, she glanced at my genitals, which were uncooperatively retreating. "Hey," Qian Ying glanced at me with displeasure,
"Please allow me to take my leave, Your Majesty."
"No."
Qian Ying didn't care about the sticky wetness of the thing and reached out to rub it, her hand immediately covered in white semen. But my penis was still somewhat limp.
Qian Ying parted her thighs, offering her warm lower body to my penis, rubbing it against it. Drops of semen dotted her dark pubic hair, like snowflakes adorning the earth. But I still didn't react much.
Qian Ying let out a coquettish moan, then moved closer to me, parting her legs and separating her labia herself, using her fingers, covered in my semen, to rub and probe inside. This time I couldn't resist anymore, plunging my head into her thighs and licking wildly without warning. Qian Ying moaned with pleasure, one hand stroking my hair, the other reaching down to my genitals, grasping my penis and rubbing it up and down. Finally, my penis regained its vigor and bounced in Qian Ying's hands. Qian Ying immediately moved between my legs, spread my legs apart, carried them on her shoulders, and then sat down on them. I never expected her to be so wild, so I was naturally excited and tried my best to meet
her. She kept screaming and swinging her long hair. With her ups and downs, her cute little white rabbits on her chest bounced around, and her two cute red eyes blinked. I quickly got up, hugged her small waist, and at the same time sucked on her red eyes. Qian Ying let out another long moan, her lower body trembling. She wrapped her arms around my head, pressing them tightly against her breasts.
(Part 3)
The aftershocks hadn't subsided. I nestled in Qian Ying's arms, my eyes closed as her chest rose and fell. I listened to her pounding heartbeat, as if I were on the waves of Hawaii or Long Island. Although the exhilarating surfing moment had passed, it was still unforgettable.
Gradually, the wind and waves calmed, the waves gently brushing my hair and sliding down my back, softly caressing my soul.
At this moment, I felt as if I had arrived in the Caribbean or the Mediterranean, becoming a small boat, drifting with the sea breeze between the water and clouds.
I wanted to tell the gentle waves: I am tired of drifting everywhere, I only wish to fall into a deep sleep in your arms, even if I never wake up again.
"Hey!" Qian Ying called softly to me.
I didn't answer, but instead hugged her tighter and buried my head deeper into her embrace. I kept my eyes closed, greedily inhaling the delicate fragrance emanating from between her breasts. It was a wonderful scent, a mixture of lingering bath gel and a woman's bodily fluids, the most intoxicating woman's fragrance I had ever smelled in my life. I'd experienced similar tenderness countless times, but never before had she made me truly understand what "a haven of gentleness" meant.
Qian Ying called my name softly again. I looked up and whispered in her ear, "Hold me tight." Then I lowered my head again.
Qian Ying smiled sweetly, closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around me, and hugged me. I
don't know how long we stayed like that, but Qian Ying softly asked again, "Okay, okay, how long do you want me to hold you?"
I kept my eyes closed and answered, "Forever, forever, until we're like statues."
"Like what?"
"Like a pornographic statue."
"You're so annoying!"
"Then let's make it more artistic, like 'The Thinker.'"
"Rodin?"
"To surpass Rodin, to be more profound. Let's call it 'The Sleeper.'"
"I don't like that."
"Then Michelangelo."
"David, haha. What are you comparing yourself to him for?" "
Bi~ ...
I pinched my penis and rubbed it against Qian Ying's buttocks. "Mmm, mmm..." Qian Ying immediately let out a few moans, then continued, "Don't do this, I asked you a question, and you're trying to distract me if you can't answer."
I didn't answer, but instead made even bigger movements .
"You!" Qian Ying couldn't help but moan, and said in a trembling voice, "Okay, if you want your sister, I'll play with you first, but you have to tell me later." At the same time, I moved my lower body closer.
My penis was already erect, pressing between Qian Ying's legs. "Mmm... mmm... sister wants... sister... wants." Qian Ying panted, leaning her lower body down.
I moved upward to meet her, and I felt that Qian Ying's secret place was burning hot, and a few drops of thick fluid even fell onto my head, making me tremble involuntarily. In an instant, I was at the gate of jade, but I held my breath and passed by without entering. Qian Ying let out a soft moan, looking down at me in confusion.
I pretended to suddenly understand and smiled at Qian Ying, saying, "I have the answer." "
What is it?"
"A big bird!"
"What big bird?"
I thrust forward forcefully, "It's this big bird, harder than David."
"Vulgar!" Qian Ying smiled and gently scolded. Then she said softly, "Alright, let's get down to business." Her face flushed even more
. "The night is still long." I replied with a smile,
"The spring night is too short." Qian Ying's face turned even pinker.
"I have another comparison to make, this time it's you."
"Really? What are we comparing? If we don't do well, I'll—"
"I'll what?"
"You know it in your heart." Qian Ying smiled and pursed her lips.
I pretended to be deep in thought and looked up at Qian Ying
. "What are you looking at? Don't you recognize your own wife?" "
That's why I can't get enough of my own wife. Do you want me to look at other people's wives?"
"So beautiful!" I praised, but deliberately avoided looking at her flower-like expression.
I buried my head in Qian Ying's chest again and kissed the faint mark on her chest. I kissed her breasts from all sides, slowly moving to the center. I stuck out my tongue and licked her pink areola clockwise, deliberately avoiding her delicate red nipples.
I heard Qian Ying let out another intoxicating moan, her chest heaving rapidly. Her nipples stood erect and swelled before me, so I opened my mouth and took one in, pressing it firmly against my jaw, gently tapping the nipple with my teeth, and slowly rubbing it with my tongue.
"Ahhhhh!" Qian Ying cried out. Then I opened my mouth, and Qian Ying's nipple sprang out, trembling slightly. I stretched out the tip of my tongue and gently licked around her nipple, then took it into my mouth with my lips, not sucking it in, but just licking and lightly sucking with the tip of my tongue. This only made Qian Ying go even faster. Feeling the heat, she held my head tightly, her sexy little mouth uttering endless moans.
My large bird could feel the heat and moisture emanating from her lower body, and it was stirring restlessly, constantly pressing its lower body against mine, wanting to engulf me and enter her body.
My lower body remained unmoved, but my upper body moved even more vigorously, using both mouth and hands, attacking from both sides, wantonly on Qian Ying's breasts.
Qian Ying breathed heavily, whispering in my ear, "Brother, you still can't think of an answer, can you? Let's make love to your sister first, and you'll remember after we're done, right? Your sister is ready, hurry up!"
I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"What are you laughing at!" Qian Ying's face flushed red, panting, looking adorable, whether from anger or sexual urgency.
"I have an answer."
"You...what?!"
"You're comparable to Venus, the goddess of beauty."
Qian Ying pouted, "No way! You're missing an arm, how can you compare to me!"
"That's why I gave you a different name."
"What?"
"I remembered it while I was doing this. You're not called Venus, the way you were just now was called 'Feeding'."
"Ah!?" Qian Ying screamed coquettishly, her cheeks flushed, her hands clenched into fists and punching my chest and back.
"Anyway, that day will come eventually, oh, I'm so happy, I've tasted what it's like to have my fists clenched again, haha..."
Qian Ying punched me a few more times, seemingly half shy and half annoyed: "Just wait and see how I deal with you!"
"How?"
"I won't tell you." Qian Ying pursed her lips, returning to her usual pure and lovely appearance, but her alluring eyes glanced at me seemingly unintentionally before looking at me with a smile.
Not just me, I dare say there are few men in the world who could resist her looks. I know I might be teased, but I like it, I'm willing, maybe this is the moment I've been waiting for.
(IV)
The two of us stared at each other for a while. Qian Ying blinked gently and let out a charming moan. She pouted her lips like a small trumpet and leaned in closer. I also closed my lips tightly and pressed them down. Unexpectedly, I pressed down hard on nothing, only feeling Qian Ying's small hand push against my chest. Then everything went black, followed by a series of teasing, bell-like laughs.
I froze for a few seconds, then suddenly realized what was happening and reached out to grab her. Qian Ying turned over and lay down on the bed, pushing me back with both hands while laughing and saying, "No, no, no!"
"Okay, okay, okay!" I replied, hugging Qian Ying tightly.
Qian Ying tensed her body, resisting, but said coquettishly, "No, you're bullying your sister."
"How could I bully my sister? I want to make my sister happy and satisfied!"
"Sister doesn't want it anymore."
"Is that so? So sister is already happy and satisfied?"
"You bad person!"
"Say it, as long as sister is happy and satisfied, brother won't do it anymore."
"Yes, sister is already... already, happy and satisfied."
"Really? I feel so proud to make my sister happy."
"What's there to be proud of? Making your loved one happy and content is what you should do."
"Oh, sister, what are you to me?"
"You're crazy, you're my wife!"
"Aren't you the one I love?"
"You dare say no!"
"No, no. So, does my sister love her brother?"
Qian Ying replied tenderly, "Yes."
Although it was dark, and although the two were flirting, I could still imagine the expression on her face, and a warm feeling welled up in my heart.
"Is making your loved one happy and content what you should do?"
"Yes."
"But brother isn't happy or satisfied, which proves sister is lying. Sister doesn't love brother." I said in a heartbroken tone,
"That's because your expectations are too high."
I stopped talking and started to take action. Qian Ying half-heartedly dodged and resisted, and just when she was about to give in, she forcefully broke free from my embrace, turned on the light, and
said, "I've figured it out." I said with a grin
, "I'm ignoring you now." Qian Ying pouted, lay down on her side, rested her head on her jade arm, turned her back to me, and closed her eyes.
I smiled slightly, changed my angle, leaned against the pillow, and began to admire this naturally formed white jade sculpture
for one minute, two minutes, three minutes. Qian Ying's eyes darted rapidly across her eyelids, her long eyelashes fluttering. A slight smile played on her lips, and her chest began to heave rapidly.
All of this was exactly what I expected, so I couldn't help but chuckle
. Qian Ying's cheeks flushed, and she turned around, saying, "What are you laughing at? What's so interesting?"
"I'm watching Sleeping Beauty! Aren't you pretty?"
"You dare say I'm not pretty? I'll teach you a lesson!"
"That's right."
"Don't look."
"You're my wife, right?"
"Of course, here we go again."
"So, I can't even look at my own wife, I can't even touch her, what am I supposed to do?"
"Ugh, what I mean is, don't just look and not do anything else!"
"Oh, what do you mean by 'something else'?"
"You—!"
I leaned close to Qian Ying's ear, kissing her "cloud-like hair brushing against her snowy cheeks," and softly said to her, "Tell your brother, actually, your little sister really wants it, doesn't she?"
"Mmm." Qian Ying's voice was sweet and gentle.
"Yes, then just tell your brother what you want. How will your brother know what you want if you don't tell him?"
Qian Ying giggled.
I kissed her cheek, one hand stroking her smooth back, the other on her thigh. I leaned against Qian Ying from behind, my lower body quietly moving behind her little bottom.
Qian Ying certainly felt it, but she stopped smiling, closed her eyes slightly, and pretended to ignore me. The hand on Qian Ying's leg moved upwards, touching the base of her thigh, a few mischievous fingers darting into Qian Ying's light pubic hair.
Qian Ying let out a soft moan, grabbing my hand and trying to pull it out, but she didn't have the strength. My fingers became even more aggressive, reaching into her labia...
Qian Ying's mouth emitted a beautiful trembling sound, her legs clamping my hand tightly. At the same time, a hot, hard penis suddenly pressed against her little buttocks.
"Good sister, I'm here." I called softly.
"No." Qian Ying said but meant no. Because she said no, she stuck her buttocks out.
I looked from behind. Qian Ying's little buttocks were smooth and moist, her legs were slightly apart, and the most tempting thing was that her little vulva protruded from between her thighs. Her pink lips were turned to the sides, and her mysterious fairy cave was glistening with water. It shone brightly under the light.
I felt sorry for her, so I quickly stretched out my "one-finger" and rubbed the entrance. The entrance opened and closed with my movements, and a few drops of "celestial jade dew" would occasionally gush out from the cave. I picked up the crystal dew, put it in my mouth and licked it, and then stirred it at the entrance of the fleshy cave before slowly inserting it.
My "index finger was very active." Of course, my mouth was not idle either. I kissed Qian Ying's hair, cheeks, back, and chest. I felt there was enough space in the cave, so the third of the "five brothers" joined in. Qian Ying kept moaning, twisting her hips. I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Little sister, is it comfortable? Happy? Satisfied?"
"Ah, yes, brother, little sister wants... little sister wants..."
"What does little sister want? Just say what little sister wants."
"Little sister wants brother's little penis." Qian Ying's face was flushed, but she couldn't help but laugh out loud. I deliberately said in a rough voice, "What, what, little..."
"Hmm, little sister is wrong, not small, not small." Qian Ying let out another coquettish laugh.
I pulled out my finger and began to rub the head of my penis against the entrance of her vagina, while pressing, "Tell me, what is it?"
"Big cock."
I laughed and cried at the same time, "No!" At the same time, I thrust my lower body forward and pulled back.
Qian Ying giggled, turned her head and pressed her face against mine, saying sweetly, "Little sister wants big brother's big meat stick to do serious things." After saying that, she immediately buried her head in the pillow .
I knew that I was already ready to pounce, so I thrust my lower body forward, and my big meat stick entered her fairy cave
. I reached one hand to Qian Ying's chest and caressed her pair of delicate, snow-white breasts, while the other hand kept wandering between her legs and buttocks. I looked down at my penis thrusting between Qian Ying's thighs. Qian Ying bent her body, her buttocks thrusting back to meet my movements.
Due to the large range of motion, I could clearly see my thick, swollen penis moving back and forth between Qian Ying's thighs. Qian Ying's vulva opened and closed with the rhythm of my thrusts, and the pink opening occasionally secreted some nectar. Under the grinding of my penis, it made a sizzling sound.
I increased the speed, and Qian Ying cried out in pleasure. Her labia danced back and forth like leaves in the wind. I slowed down the pace, but increased the force. So when Qian Ying's vaginal opening opened and closed, it deeply revealed the bright red flesh inside. This repeated several times, and urged on by several climaxes, the moment of "the spring breeze finally reaching the Jade Gate Pass" arrived.
I held Qian Ying's buttocks, straightened my upper body, and thrust violently downwards. Qian Ying gripped the sheets tightly, her little buttocks twisting and turning behind her to meet my movements, making "slap slap" sounds. I tilted my head back, let out a long howl and a low moan, and Qian Ying's cherry lips parted slightly, singing a joyful aria in a melodious voice. When my big penis turned into a silkworm, spinning out the last thick white silk, Qian Ying and I harmonized with beautiful vibrato, ushering in the final climax of the Ode to Joy
(V)
The Moon at That Time The Moon at That
Time I We were listening to music, thankfully I forgot who sang it.
There was a cup of tea on the table, thankfully I didn't finish it.
Who can tell me how strong one must be to dare to hold onto memories?
If you had stayed here then, how long would your hair be
now? If there hadn't been a farewell then, would this door have become a wall?
What difference would it make? What you can breathe can't be placed beside you
. Looking back at the moon then, whose heart did it represent? The result is the same.
Looking at the moon then, it turned into today's sunlight overnight.
Who can tell me what kind of faith can make me hold onto memories?
If there was nothing then, what if there was something then?
The room was dark and quiet, so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat and hear the sweet, gentle breath of my lover beside me. I wondered if she was still teasing me, and wanted to softly ask, "Are you really asleep?" But I couldn't bring myself to ask.
These past few days, we'd begun to truly face each other completely, yet besides the heart-pounding memories of dreams coming true, there was still a sense of uncertainty, even though I always thought it was all too late. I quietly got up and went to the window. A wisp of silver light peeked through the gap in the half-closed curtains. In an instant, a feeling both strange and familiar washed over me. I carefully pulled back the curtains, and felt as if I were standing in a snowfall. The moonlight tonight was so beautiful, so beautiful that it made me forget everything; the moonlight tonight was so beautiful that it brought back all those unforgettable days, those days intertwined with laughter and tears. In ancient times, people longed for home on nights when the moon was as white as frost, and they missed their loved ones and friends far away when gazing at the moon. Although we cannot see the moon of ancient times, I can still recall those fleeting years when I first met her, the moon then, and the two of us. We
had just graduated from school, still immersed in the naive carefree innocence of the ivory tower, completely unable to face the chaos of real society. Na?ve and stubborn, I stubbornly faced
the autumn moon that year. The moonlight was beautiful; I heard it meant this gray city would have a long, snowy winter. I often stood blankly by the window, gazing at the moon, not to admire it, but because its pale light mirrored my own bewildered and helpless feelings. Soon, in the early winter of that year, I lost my first job. Also that winter, on the first snowy day, she drifted into my life like a crystalline snowflake. Our
initial meeting wasn't romantic; we were both job hunting. She had just graduated that year, coming from a small town in central China to this city that I then saw as a monster.
This was the first major decision she had made on her own. Her boyfriend, who had graduated with her, gave her another option: to marry him. For years, she considered loving him the only meaningful thing in her life. So when she gradually began to find herself again, some things were destined to be lost. But then, and for many years afterward, she was searching for the life she should have abandoned long ago.
That day, I was incredibly nervous until I saw her back. I still don't understand how a lover's back could have such a powerful effect. But that's the truth. A petite figure, a bouncy ponytail, and simple attire eased my nervousness, and my primary goal shifted to seeing the girl's face.
Naturally, this was easier than applying for a job; the air seemed to freeze for a moment. A clean, fair face, small, lovely lips, a straight yet gentle nose, and most captivating and unbelievable were her charming yet crystal-clear eyes. To this day, I don't think she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, but she's the only angel whose allure I couldn't resist and who made me fall for her. Why? The only answer was that she actually smiled at me then ("That was to put pressure on you, you silly boy who's so delusional," my wife said. "How should I know? Oh, no wonder you like sitting up there, I see!" "Damn it, you deserve a beating!").
So I forgot what I was even doing there. But the usually serious HR person also seemed to lose their composure, probably because of my wife. Anyway, after a series of inexplicable questions and answers, I immediately got a positive answer. No wonder I sometimes feel ashamed in front of my wife; it turns out I'm a "gold digger." ("You can eat soft rice, but you can't be 'soft'," my wife said, blushing. "Don't worry, honey, I'll adjust my mindset. I'll eat 'soft rice' during the day and practice 'hard' skills at night: Overlord Spear.")
I was happy, not because I found a job, but because I could be her colleague, because HR said, "You and the lady in front of you have been hired."
HR decided to go all the way and arranged for me to sit not far behind her. So when I was tired, I could look at her back; during lunch breaks, I could even admire the sleeping beauty's charm (that was all I was interested in back then). Occasionally, we'd just brush past each other on our way to and from work, exchanging polite greetings and a friendly, distant smile
. I remember a song called "The Moon's Fault." Girls with moon-like eyes were sure to set men on fire. Boys, like swarms of bees, would flock to her like butterflies, only to be met with rejection and a pile of broken stings. The werewolf who would later become a wolf in sheep's clothing watched the farce unfold. Soon after, the company sent the promising new employees for training, and HR, ever the understanding soul, arranged for me and her to be together (so now, whenever I think of that retired old woman, I feel a deep, heartfelt gratitude, almost like that of a revolutionary leader).
That evening, leaving night school, we were greeted by the second snowfall of the year. The cool wind made her face blush pink, and she, who rarely saw snow, blossomed with excitement like a snowflake: "You're so lucky, seeing such beautiful snow every year!"
"Not at all, it doesn't snow often here."
"Then I'm very lucky?"
"No, it's my luck and the luck of this city."
"What?"
"But I am indeed very happy. Because this snow came because of you, and I'm fortunate enough to enjoy it with you."
"Hehe, you're so good with words. I thought you were different from them."
"I am different, I'm telling the truth. Do you remember, it was snowing the day we had our interview?"
"Oh, you remember that too?"
"So there will be a third snowfall soon."
"Okay, if there's any, I'll treat you to...snow, haha."
I gazed at her pure, smiling face, almost mesmerized.
"What's wrong?" Her face flushed even more.
"I don't want to eat anything, I just want to enjoy the snow with you again."
She smiled sweetly, "Okay."
However, I waited a very, very long time for this day, because although I finally got it, it felt like I would never get it again.
That night, the moonlight was like fire, and I anxiously waited by the window, repeatedly cursing the weather forecaster hundreds of times. When the first snowflake fell, my trembling hand pressed the call button. After a brief greeting, I heard a soft sobbing sound from the other end of the phone, and my heart, like a snowflake, plummeted to the ground.
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