Me and the Municipal Party Secretary

April 27, 2013, sunny.

No one could have imagined that I would get married on this day, including myself.

My husband, Cheng Zheng, is five years older than me. We only met once before setting the wedding date.

On the night of April 26, the day before the wedding, I went to the villa that the municipal party secretary, Hou Dahai, had given me, and we made love twice.

Hou Dahai, the secretary, is 52 years old. In private, I call him "Hou Dahai."

I have a villa that he gave me. It's located by the sea in the S City High-tech Zone, a typical wealthy area. The private gardens between the villas are large, with dedicated driveways and paths, making it difficult for the owners to see into each other's privacy.

This is our main hideout.

Like most middle-aged officials, he has long been overweight and lacks regular exercise, so his physical condition is hard to compare with that of young people in other professions.

Many times when he wants me, he likes to eat, so that he can last longer. He says he likes to see me looking radiant and seductive when he takes me.

Actually, I have a way to last longer without him eating, but I don't easily use that method on certain people. Good steel should be used on the blade; this is an irrefutable principle. I may be with certain people, but that doesn't mean I'm interested in doing anything extra for them, like genuine, devoted investment.

That evening, Secretary Hou asked me to wait for him at the villa; he said he would be my "groom" before our wedding.

I obediently followed his instructions and drove to that secluded, affluent area after work.

I like owning many houses, their different scenic locations, and their different decorating styles. This might be related to my impoverished upbringing; in those few dilapidated rural houses I lived in as a child, I endured too much of the harshness of human nature.

Entering the villa, only a rotating wall lamp was on, its ambiguous light displaying different colors that shifted in the vast room. I had taken a bath and was wearing a thin red nightgown, the hem just short enough to cover my ample bosom.

Two long, beautiful legs stretched beneath her skirt, white and smooth, accentuating the light red gauze that revealed her slender figure, with a shapely waist and fair skin—a captivating allure.

Hou Dahai said, "I'm the kind of woman people want to touch at first glance."

The room was filled with rose petals, their fragrance intoxicating and arousing.

I've long understood that women should treat themselves well, preferring to prioritize themselves more than to foolishly prioritize others. So now, no matter who I'm with, I always create an atmosphere that's incredibly comfortable and alluring, highlighting my own beauty and stimulating their desires.

But when I decided to marry Cheng Zheng, this was my thought: if he gives you ten points, then you give him twelve; if he gives you eight, then you give him seven.

Cheng Zheng is the first person in all these years I've wanted to spend my life with.

Secretary Hou arrived. As soon as he entered, he called out, "My darling, Daddy Hou is here."

I went to greet him, my steps graceful, chin slightly raised, my eyes glancing at him, a foxy smile playing on my lips. I softly called out, "Daddy Hou."

He reached out and pulled me onto his robust frame, his hands already kneading my full breasts beneath my thin veil. He whispered in my ear, "My darling, you're going to be a bride tomorrow, Daddy Hou will miss you."

I breathed heavily, tilting my head back to kiss his rough chin. "So, Daddy Hou, you have to pamper me tonight, okay?"

He said, "Of course, come on, baby."

His hands caressed my entire body, pinching my full breasts, digging into them through my clothes, sucking hard.

I lowered my head, my arms wrapping around his waist like snakes, deliberately pressing my soft body against his abdomen.

There, he was already hard as iron, and he let out a heavy, labored breath.

In official settings, when he mentioned me, he always addressed me with a serious yet kind tone, calling me "Director Qiao

." No one could imagine that the usually stern and unsmiling Secretary Hou would so affectionately call me "my darling, my sweetheart, my good daughter" in private. Of course, there are countless unseen secrets in this world, like the fact that Mayor Liu Songtao of S City would call me "sperous" under my seductive influence.

My nightgown had a deep V-neck, and his kisses down my neck easily pulled down the neckline, revealing two beautiful, erect, and irresistible breasts. Secretary Hou eagerly buried them inside.

A tingling sensation spread throughout my body, and I called him "Daddy Hou" in a seductive voice, clinging to him as I rolled over.

I wasn't wearing anything under my skirt.

His clothes were quickly thrown to the ground, and without any foreplay, he thrust into me. The moment he entered, he stretched deeply, his breathing sounding like someone suffering from chronic heart disease.

I arched my back, thrusting my hips towards him, actively jerking my body. The intense pressure from my movements made him swell and harden, like a fierce cheetah thrusting and pounding against my flesh. (

Word count: 3313

) [The End]

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/47113.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=47113&aspx=1

Previous Page : I love semen from women who have just given birth.

Next Page : Wife mistaken for a prostitute 3

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Me and the Municipal Party Secretary

comment Open a new window to view comments