The ubiquitous life of stockings (15)

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The night was cold, but the body was hot; every man and woman on the bus was restless with desire. When getting off the bus, Wang Xiaoshuai asked Fang Yan for a business card, saying he'd treat them to a meal another day as a thank you. In the elevator going upstairs, Wang Xiaoshuai looked at his cousin, who was limp in his arms. Her face was flushed, her usual smile gone, her brows furrowed with a deep sadness. Her neck was slender and white, her beautiful collarbones raised high. Her thin, multi-layered, floral chiffon dress with batwing sleeves and a royal blue finish accentuated her full breasts, which were positioned at a ninety-degree angle, giving them a particularly three-dimensional look. With the elevator's vibrations, they trembled up and down like jelly. Seeing his cousin's heartbreak, Wang Xiaoshuai felt a heavy weight of resentment. He couldn't understand why his cousin had been dumped. Such a beautiful woman like Zhao Qian—even just holding her breasts every night, gently caressing them, or kissing her sexy, stocking-clad thighs would be an endless source of pleasure. He, on the other hand, could only find pleasure in her clothes, while that man treated her like trash. What was wrong with this world? Was loving someone wholeheartedly always a tragedy? "I...I need to...go to the bathroom..." Zhao Qian murmured as they entered the house. "Sis, sit tight, I'll go out first, call me if you need anything." Wang Xiaoshuai quickly helped Zhao Qian to the bathroom and onto the toilet. "Xiao...Shuai...help...me...I...have no...strength." Just as Wang Xiaoshuai was about to close the door, he heard a thud behind him. Zhao Qian had slipped off the toilet and fallen to the floor, half her body leaning against it. Wang Xiaoshuai had no choice but to support Zhao Qian. Zhao Qian slowly lifted her skirt, revealing her fair and delicate thighs encased in ultra-thin purple pantyhose. The pantyhose clung tightly to her crotch, the center line of her thong running straight down her black panties, disappearing between her swollen legs. Wang Xiaoshuai tensed instantly, the heat rising from his face to his heart, and then down to his erection. Her slender, long legs were like two beautiful jade pieces lying on purple velvet satin, smooth, delicate, and alluringly fleshy. Her panties were black lace, adorned with a small, blooming pink rose, about the size of a palm. Through the sheer fabric, a tuft of black pubic hair could be vaguely seen, obediently lying within. Half of her thick labia struggled restlessly, though not clearly visible. That luscious area captivated Wang Xiaoshuai's eyes, and his desire was instantly aroused once more. "Sis, can you hold on a little longer? I'd better go out." Wang Xiaoshuai turned his head awkwardly, preparing to leave. "No... I... I'm dizzy... help... me." Zhao Qian hooked her hands around the waistband of her pantyhose and pulled down her black panties. Wang Xiaoshuai quickly turned his body around and placed his hands on his cousin's shoulders, a movement like suddenly lifting a heavy object. Zhao Qian's skirt was very shiny and felt particularly soft. Wang Xiaoshuai's strength wasn't very great. His eyes followed the space between Zhao Qian and himself downwards. When Zhao Qian's panties and purple pantyhose had just fallen to the mid-calf of her black suede pointed-toe high-heeled boots with tassels on both sides, the black bush immediately appeared in front of Wang Xiaoshuai. Under the sparse and curly pubic hair, one could vaguely see the pink of a clam's lips. The dark outer lips were bright red inside, like the delicate and luscious stamen of a peach blossom. Wang Xiaoshuai shuddered, his body surging as if electrified, the heat suddenly reaching thousands of degrees. His face flushed red, and his lower body suddenly swelled up, his manhood completely unruly, pushing his pants high. Wang Xiaoshuai wanted to scream in pain, his heavy breathing causing his cousin to glance over instinctively. Zhao Qian sat on the toilet, her dark pubic hair slowly disappearing beneath her, accompanied by the soft, gurgling sound of water. Wang Xiaoshuai couldn't help but look down; his cousin's dress neckline revealed a large gap, below which was a deep cleavage. Her breasts were remarkably well-shaped, firm and tight, not like soft cotton. A black lace demi-cup bra clung tightly to her chest, pressing inwards, the two mounds of flesh pressed together, forming a sexy, dense deep sea. "Sis, here's the paper." Zhao Qian finished urinating, wiggling her bottom as if trying to shake off the remaining urine, while reaching back and scratching around in the air. Xiao Shuai quickly handed her the paper. Zhao Qian took the paper, slightly raised her bottom, and wiped between her legs. In that instant, that black flower bloomed again before Xiao Shuai's eyes, seemingly with more dewdrops than before, delicate and alluring. "Xiao Shuai... it's still... it's still you who hurts... sister..." Zhao Qian trembled as she tried to stand up. "Tell me... sister... isn't she beautiful... sexy... why, why doesn't he... want me... why..." Zhao Qian suddenly burst into tears, her body suddenly leaning backward. "Cousin, are you alright?" Wang Xiao Shuai's voice became very weak, his hand pressing down tightly, taking his cousin's elbow in his hand. "I...so...dizzy!" Zhao Qian said, suddenly reaching forward with one hand and grabbing Wang Xiaoshuai's erect penis. It was quite strong; as Zhao Qian gripped it, her center of gravity slowly shifted forward. Perhaps instinctively thinking she was holding Wang Xiaoshuai's arm, she kept changing her hand gestures, rubbing the thick, erect member. Wang Xiaoshuai himself was burning with passion; his lower body was already incredibly hard, and now, with his cousin holding it and constantly rubbing it, he became somewhat frantic, his hands pulling Zhao Qian forcefully. "Sister! You're the most beautiful! You're my goddess! I love you!" Suddenly, Wang Xiaoshuai felt an impulse and shouted out the words buried deep in his heart. Then he pulled his cousin's head into his arms, embracing her tightly. Zhao Qian's head rested on Xiaoshuai's chest, her warm breath seeping through the thin t-shirt onto his nipples. Cousin was startled by Wang Xiaoshuai's actions. She seemed to realize something and quickly released her grip on what she was holding, only then realizing she was actually holding Wang Xiaoshuai's penis. Goosebumps rose all over her body. Zhao Qian had never drunk so much before, getting herself this drunk. She angrily tried to push Wang Xiaoshuai away. "Cousin, you're so beautiful, I'll love you forever," Xiaoshuai mumbled, bending down and lowering his head. Suddenly, his lips sealed hers tightly, and his hands gripped Zhao Qian's waist beneath her sapphire blue skirt. Zhao Qian's black thong was still hanging in mid-air, her body like a compass suspended in mid-air, her legs unable to close. "Mmm...mmm...Little Handsome..." Zhao Qian's body slightly resisted, but under Little Handsome's tight embrace, she slowly became more accommodating. Her snow-white, full, and swollen breasts pressed tightly against Little Handsome's firm chest, and her hard nipples felt a sense of release under this pressure... "Oh..." In just a few seconds of close contact, Zhao Qian couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure...
Wang Xiaoshuai pulled Zhao Qian's skirt down from her shoulders and unhooked the back of her black lace bra. Zhao Qian's breasts sprang into the air, their rounded shape swollen and large, even more so than a breastfeeding woman's, as if they were about to burst with air. The areolas were small, and the two rosy tips resembled red beans, a tender pink that tempted one to suckle. Xiaoshuai trembled, lifting the lower edge of Zhao Qian's breasts with both hands and gently raising them a few times. The breasts swayed, full of elasticity. Then he squeezed the rounded mounds a few times, the snow-white breasts slightly deforming between his fingers, the pink nipples peeking out and standing erect… "Kiss…me…" Xiaoshuai was about to release Zhao Qian's cherry-like nipples, but Zhao Qian pressed his head firmly against her chest. Helpless, Xiaoshuai could only use his tongue to entwine them, his teeth gently biting. The nipple swelled and engorged, becoming larger than a cherry, almost comparable to a small jujube. In Xiao Shuai's mouth, lubricated by saliva, it felt as smooth as warm jade. Its large size made it very appealing, unlike a small nipple, which wasn't as satisfying to hold in the mouth. Zhao Qian suddenly took a long breath, her chest heaving, her skin flushed pink. With a chilling groan, her body suddenly went limp. Xiao Shuai quickly released her chest, breathing heavily. Looking down, he saw that the large nipple was almost swollen. Excitedly, Xiao Shuai pulled off his casual shorts, his lower body suddenly pressing against Zhao Qian's private parts, which were already wet and slippery. The powerful tip of his penis was very effective, and with a thrust, Zhao Qian immediately moaned in ecstasy. Zhao Qian had never seen such a rough object, nor had she ever been so intensely stimulated. Since breaking up with her boyfriend, she had been tormented by heartbreak and hadn't experienced sexual pleasure in a long time. Today, Wang Xiaoshuai's forceful thrusts had suddenly trapped his penis between Zhao Qian's thighs. Zhao Qian cried out and twisted her legs. "No... Xiaoshuai... don't go in..." "Sister... I... I'm going to explode... what should I do?" Wang Xiaoshuai tried to probe further in, but Zhao Qian's remaining rationality made her squeeze her legs even tighter, preventing Xiaoshuai from entering. "Xiaoshuai... listen to your sister... rub... outside... out... okay?" Zhao Qian struggled internally, desire and understanding clashing in her mind. "Okay, sister, I'll listen to you." Xiaoshuai didn't want to force his sister; he was already overjoyed that things had progressed this far. "Sis, I want to rub against your stockings, can I tear them?" Xiao Shuai guided Zhao Qian to turn her back, placing his hands on the sink. He then helped Zhao Qian pull up her purple pantyhose again, tearing a small opening at the crotch. Xiao Shuai inserted his hot, hard penis through the opening, reaching deep into Zhao Qian's legs. The ultra-thin, transparent pantyhose tightly squeezed his glans against her thighs. A surge of madness suddenly welled up in Wang Xiao Shuai's heart, and his lower body began to thrust between her already wet and tender petals. That powerful force instantly traveled from Zhao Qian's lower body to her throat. "Ah, um." Zhao Qian had no reason to refuse. Her body was tightly bound, and her lower body was being held in place by this powerful force; she simply had no reason to refuse. Wang Xiaoshuai rubbed his lower body incessantly, even channeling his heavy breathing into a force that propelled him forward. His purplish-red penis traversed the dark forest between the snow-white valley beneath the purplish-red veil, drawing out glistening streams of milky-white fluid that slowly coated his shaft. "Ah, ah," Zhao Qian moaned, feeling the tip of her clitoris being rapidly rubbed. This sensation was entirely different from her usual masturbation; a force, a kinetic energy, tugged at her nerves, trembling and meandering deep into her core, causing gushing spring water to overflow. The seductive moans caused Wang Xiaoshuai's body to bend inward in a straight line. Wang Xiaoshuai continued his upward movements. Although his lower body couldn't penetrate, the softness of the petals, the rubbing of the pubic hair, the wetness of the mud, and the suppleness of the stockings transformed this rubbing and caressing into an even more frenzied feast of desire. "I'm here, I'm here!" Wang Xiaoshuai cried out in surprise. His frenzied actions subsided slightly, and Zhao Qian instinctively leaned back. Suddenly, she felt Xiaoshuai's penis powerfully ejaculate beneath her, a torrent of fluid gushing out, leaving her wet and slippery. The gushing semen seeped through the sheer stockings, flowing down Zhao Qian's fair legs and onto the surface of her black suede, pointed-toe, high-heeled boots with tassels on the sides. Zhao Qian suddenly snapped out of her daze, pushing Wang Xiaoshuai away, causing him to fall at the bathroom doorway. "Xiaoshuai, I've gone mad! How could we do this? I'm your cousin!" Zhao Qian cried out in shame and anger towards Wang Xiaoshuai. Through the tattered crotch of her stockings, one could see the ravaged slit beneath her pubic hair, its opening wide, unable to close, a pool of milky white fluid flowing down. Seeing Xiao Shuai staring at his lower body, Zhao Qian quickly flung her black skirt down. The movement was so swift that Wang Xiao Shuai slumped against the door, his consciousness suddenly returning, the heat in his body slowly subsiding. He quickly got up, saying, "I'm sorry, cousin, I didn't mean to. I was too impulsive."
"Oh, Xiao Shuai, do you know what you were doing? I was drunk, but you can't take advantage of me like that. I'm your cousin. Look at your actions, like a hooligan!" Zhao Qian scolded him angrily, but her tone wasn't particularly harsh. Wang Xiao Shuai sighed repeatedly, then slowly covered himself with his pants and turned away. "I...I went a bit too far. Cousin, you were just so beautiful, I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry!" Wang Xiaoshuai awkwardly made up an excuse. It seemed that Wang Xiaoshuai had just broken the ice in this situation. His cousin
nodded adjusting
the cups of her large breasts, which had been slightly asymmetrical under her royal blue silk batwing-sleeved floral multi-layered chiffon dress, which Wang Xiaoshuai had just made. The adjustment felt like two large hands kneading tightly. Wang Xiaoshuai no longer felt any passion; he merely watched Zhao Qian's actions as a spectator, a strange feeling slowly welling up inside him. "Xiaoshuai…?" His cousin slowly moved her hand away from his chest, then looked at Wang Xiaoshuai's face and patted his shoulder heavily. "Control your emotions better in the future, and remember I'm your cousin!" Wang Xiaoshuai nodded, stroking his face, and said, "I know, cousin, I'll definitely be more careful in the future. I drank too much today, I'm sorry." Wang Xiaoshuai kept looking at his cousin's face; the flush still lingered, and Zhao Qian's lips were constantly twitching with something indescribable. That touch of shyness made her even more beautiful. Wang Xiaoshuai felt he had been too impulsive. Now, the only thing he could do was apologize to Zhao Qian. For some things, an apology is just the beginning of sin. For some things, once they happen, they cannot be stopped. For example, Xiaoshuai and Zhao Qian
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