Borrowing Seed (Chapters 1-15)

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Chapter 1

As dawn broke, the bustling metropolis began to come alive again, unfolding a colorful new day. "Boom boom..." The first subway train had just pulled into Diamond Hill Station in Kowloon, and a deep rumble came from underground, waking Shiwei. She propped herself up wearily, her eyes still sleepy. She hadn't slept well all night, tossing and turning in a half-awake state, and even the slightest sound or vibration would startle her awake.

For some reason, she had felt an indescribable sense of unease these past two days, like the suffocating feeling before a storm, a feeling of lethargy that made her feel uncomfortable all over. But she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong. She glanced at her husband, Gangsheng, fast asleep beside her. Afraid of waking him, she quietly got up and went to the bathroom. She tidied her hair in front of the mirror and washed her face with cold water, feeling a little more refreshed.

As usual, she prepared breakfast in the kitchen and then went to wake her husband. Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her husband sleeping like a log, a feeling of pity welled up inside her: his work at the company was truly exhausting. Since the company moved its production line to the mainland last year, he had been incredibly busy. Not only did he have to manage the company's orders, but he also had to go back to the Dongguan branch factory two or three days a week to follow up on production. Every time he returned to Hong Kong, he was completely exhausted. Last night, he brought home unfinished documents from the company, and by the time he finished typing and editing them, it was already past 3 a.m. Then today he had to deliver the documents to the mainland. No wonder he was so tired from all that work.

Seeing him turn over and kick off the sheet, she was afraid he would catch a cold, so she pulled it back up to cover him up so he could sleep a little longer. As she lifted the thin blanket, she was suddenly struck by the sight of his erection, his underwear bulging upwards. Her face flushed instantly. She knew perfectly well what was going on. In the early days of their marriage, this had happened almost every morning, but since he had to return to the mainland for work, it had become rare, and even their intimacy had dwindled. Last month alone, it had happened twice. If it weren't for the mortgage, she would have told him to quit his job long ago and find something less demanding, so he wouldn't overwork himself.

While her mind was racing, her hand couldn't resist the temptation and unconsciously reached out, gently caressing him through his underwear. His hard, erect member grew even firmer under her touch, throbbing and transmitting heat to her hand. After only a few strokes, she felt a ticklish sensation, as if countless ants were crawling inside her; her heart pounded, and her breathing quickened. She simply pulled down his underwear with her hands, and a red, swollen penis immediately sprang out, pointing straight to the ceiling. The rounded glans was bulging with fleshy ridges, and the veins on the penis stood out, full of vitality, making it irresistible to touch.

Faced with such a beautiful sight, her vagina felt an unbearable itch, and a slippery stream of lustful fluid eagerly flowed out. Ignoring whether her husband was awake or not, she quickly pulled off her own underwear, assumed a horse stance like a martial arts practitioner, spread her legs, aligned her vulva with the glans, and mounted him. With each inch of penetration, the indescribable feeling of fullness brought indescribable pleasure to her vagina, like a timely rain on parched land. Her swollen vagina tightly enveloped the hot penis, merging into one, the concave and convex parts fitting perfectly together. One should truly thank the Creator for creating such a wondrous organ, bringing humanity endless pleasure and enjoyment.

The mere insertion was already intoxicating, and the thrusting brought wave after wave of pleasure. She slowly moved her delicate body, moving up and down, her vagina tingling from the heat of the penis, the ridges of the glans rubbing against her with unparalleled pleasure. Waves of pleasure washed over her, and her vaginal fluids flowed down the erect shaft to the base of the penis, then clung to her labia and thick pubic hair, making both of their genitals wet and sticky.

In a hazy state, Gang Sheng felt his penis inserted into a warm, moist hole, the glans being rubbed so comfortably. He thought he was having a wonderful dream, so he lay there, afraid to move, quietly enjoying the waves of pleasure, afraid that if he woke up, the dream would be gone and he would lose all the pleasure he had felt. But gradually, he realized that this was not a dream, but real intercourse. He opened his sleepy eyes and saw his wife squatting on top of him, her lower body moving up and down rhythmically. Her face was flushed and tilted back, her cherry-like mouth slightly open, her tongue licking her lips left and right. Her hands were cupping her pair of pink and white breasts, rubbing and grinding them, her body trembling with excitement as if possessed.

Seeing his wife's wanton state, he couldn't help but be infected by it. He lifted her buttocks with both hands and used his waist strength to thrust his penis into her vagina with force, matching her rhythm. For a moment, the bedroom was filled with
the symphony of two bodies colliding, "slap," "slap," mixed with the "squeak," "squeak" of overflowing vaginal fluid, as if responding to their concerted efforts. After thrusting like this for a few minutes, he saw that her movements slowed down, looking a little spoiled, so he simply flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, and lifted her legs high, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Shiwei hadn't enjoyed such pleasure for quite some time, feeling incredibly comfortable. She could only utter broken moans, "Ah...ah...ah...ah..." Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, pulling them into a crumpled ball beside her. The moans further stimulated Gangsheng. Seeing his wife so easily conquered beneath him, his heroic feeling made his penis harder and harder, thrusting in more and more forcefully. The room was filled with the sounds of passion, and the bed creaked and groaned. It seemed they were both close to reaching climax.

Suddenly, "Ring..." a bell rang, startling them from their ecstatic state. It was the alarm clock; it was time to get up. He was used to hearing it every day, but in the midst of their passion, the sudden ringing was jarring. He wanted to take a break, so he reached for the bedside table to turn it off before continuing.
But this brief rest caused his previously hard penis to soften, and after a few more thrusts, it slipped out. Shiwei was in the throes of passion and wouldn't let him give up halfway. In her haste, she rubbed her vulva against his penis, moving it wildly. The more anxious Gangsheng became, the less cooperative his penis became. No matter how hard he stroked it with his hand or forced it into her vagina, it wouldn't get erect again. Perhaps the morning's heat had subsided, and the shock had only made the limp penis worse. He was furious: sometimes it wanted to last longer, but it would finish quickly; now, when he wanted it to ejaculate, it wouldn't go on strike. He was completely helpless.

Shiwei, who had just been driven to the brink of ecstasy, feeling like she was being bitten and throbbing all over, was now half-erect, itching so badly she was biting her teeth. She sat up and tried to stroke it with her hand, but it still didn't work; it just wouldn't get hard. Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye. Continuing wouldn't change anything, so he glanced at the alarm clock, worried he'd miss his train back to the factory if he delayed any longer. He said apologetically, "Honey, I'm so sorry about today. I'm probably too tired. I'll make it up to you when I get back the day after tomorrow and give you a good time!" She knew this couldn't be forced, so she pretended nothing was wrong: "Oh, forget it. There's plenty of time. Honey, I love you!"
He kissed her on the lips and replied, "I love you too." He quickly got out of bed, dressed, and without even eating breakfast, grabbed his briefcase and rushed out the door.

Shiwei tidied the messy bed. With nothing else to do, she wanted to sleep a little longer, but tossing and turning in bed, she felt a burning heat all over her body, her heart pounding like a deer. The embers of desire burning within her hadn't died down, and the emptiness was even more unbearable than before she got out of bed. Last month, my husband and I went to the doctor because we hadn't had a child after two years of marriage. The tests revealed that my husband's sperm count was too low. They were advised to conserve their sperm count and try to have intercourse only during ovulation, which might increase the chances. They were also advised that a woman's body temperature is slightly lower than usual and her libido is stronger during the day or two of ovulation, and to pay attention to this. Thinking about it, today is exactly the middle of my two menstrual cycles. Could it really be ovulation? No wonder I've been feeling restless and strange these past few days. Sigh! If my husband hadn't been so unresponsive just now, my vagina would be full of semen by now, and maybe we could have a boy or a girl next year! Lost in thought, I realized that the vaginal fluid I had released earlier had soaked my pubic hair. Now that it was dry, it felt uncomfortable, so I went to the bathroom, filled a tub with hot water, and planned to take a shower before going to sleep.
The spray of water from the flower onto her vulva felt like a soft massager gently kneading her. She closed her eyes, savoring this unique and wonderful sensation—comfortable and blissful. While not as ecstatic as actual intercourse, it was better than nothing.
One hand spread her vulva open, while the other held the flower and sprayed it towards her clitoris. The warm water pounded against her labia and clitoris. The water jet entered her vagina and flowed out, simultaneously stimulating several sensitive areas of her genitals, causing them to become engorged and hard. Her labia opened wide without her fingers holding them back, and her clitoris peeked out from under her tender skin, hard and swollen like a red bean, receiving the water's cleansing. The sensation was so tingling that she couldn't help but shiver. Involuntarily, she pressed the flower tightly against her vulva, making the water jet stronger and more direct at the points of pleasure. Her whole body felt weak, and her limbs trembled uncontrollably. Before long, she lay limply on the edge of the bathtub, too lazy to even move a finger, letting her body relax and fully savor the waves of pleasure.

Half an hour later, the burning desire seemed to have subsided considerably, so she dried herself off and lay down on the bed, ready to sleep soundly. For some reason, the emptiness inside remained; her mind kept wandering to real intercourse, hoping her lower body would be filled to the brim, solid and substantial. That's right, she needed a man, to insert his penis into her vagina, filling every gap, and then thrusting forcefully until he ejaculated deep inside her, only then could she completely relieve this unbearable torment. But where could she find a man?
In an instant, a robust figure flashed into his mind: he had bronze skin, a well-proportioned build, strong, muscular chest, a witty and understanding manner, and an inexhaustible energy; his performance in bed would certainly not disappoint. If only he were lying next to him right now…
Oh dear! How embarrassing! How could I even think of him!

His name was Wenwei, an old classmate of Gangsheng's, a year younger than him. He worked as a lifeguard at the municipal beach. Since it wasn't swimming season yet, he didn't have to work, so he used his spare time to take computer courses. He had also installed the computer at home, and two evenings a week he would come to teach the couple the basics of computers.
To thank him, she sometimes specially prepared a soup and some side dishes, inviting him to stay for dinner. Wenwei admired her greatly, praising her frequently: "Sister-in-law, you're not only beautiful, but you also manage the household affairs impeccably. If I were lucky enough to marry a wife as capable as you, I'd be incredibly fortunate."

Sigh! Why am I thinking so far ahead? You're married now, why would anyone have designs on you? Shiwei chuckled to herself at her own silly thoughts. Thinking it over, since they were both idle at home anyway, it wouldn't hurt for her to come over and chat; it was better than staying cooped up at home. She found his phone and dialed: "Wenwei, this is Shiwei. My computer at home is broken, could you come over and take a look?" Wenwei, seeing that he had free time and the two families were so familiar, readily agreed to come right away.

And indeed, just as she finished tidying the living room, the doorbell rang. She opened the door, welcomed him in, and invited him to sit down before going to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. How strange, the moment her eyes met his, her heart started pounding, like a child caught doing something wrong; or like he could read her mind and knew her silly thoughts.
Wenwei, with the computer on, turned around and said, "Sister-in-law, the computer's fine!" She then realized she'd been staring at him blankly, unsure how to respond. He had handsome features, his short black hair making him look exceptionally energetic, his nose perfectly high, his eyes slightly sunken, and his white teeth neatly aligned when he smiled, complemented by two dimples—he was breathtakingly handsome. Coming to her senses, she quickly made an excuse: "Oh, really?
Maybe I pressed the wrong button, making you come all this way for nothing." He said, "Don't mention it, since you're here, it'll be good to check the computer."

A moment later, Shiwei brought out a cup of coffee, placed it on the table, and said to him, "Don't worry about the computer yet, come and have something to drink." He turned around and was utterly dumbfounded. It turned out that she had changed into another nightgown sometime earlier. The garment was as thin as a cicada's wing, so transparent that everything underneath was clearly visible, almost indistinguishable from being naked. Under the dim light of the living room lamp, her alluring body was fully revealed, her exquisite curves utterly arousing: her full breasts, like two large snowballs, were flawless white, bouncing up and down with each step, her two rosy nipples hard and erect, pushing the nightgown into two small peaks. Her deep red areolas were round and even, making the nipples even more enticing; her wasp-like waist made her entire body appear slender and delicate, almost palpable; conversely, her buttocks were plump and alluring, round and smooth to the touch; but most captivating were her black, inverted triangles, the tender black pubic hair glistening... Neatly arranged, except for a few irregular ones that secretly peeked through the fabric holes, the rest all pointed uniformly towards the small slit between the thighs; within the slit, two small, red, wrinkled patches of tender skin peeked out, suggesting only a small part, making one imagine what the rest of the body would be like, and further conjuring up the alluring peach blossom cave nestled between the two bright red labia…

Chapter Two

Wenwei secretly swallowed, feeling his little brother stirring, and quickly looked away, not daring to look directly, afraid of accidentally revealing his ugliness and making her laugh. Turning his back to her, he said, “Thank you! Put it on the table, I’ll drink it later.” He quickly composed himself and focused on the computer. Helplessly, the still waters of spring had been rippled by the breeze, and his emotions could no longer be contained. His breathing quickened, his hands trembled slightly, and even simple commands that he could usually type with his eyes closed took several tries to get right. He wanted to say to her, "Sister-in-law, it seems you were just about to sleep. I won't disturb you! Go to sleep! I'll leave after I'm done checking."

"Oh! You're treating me like an outsider?" Shiwei came over with the cup, and Wenwei quickly got up to take it with both hands, but unfortunately, he bumped into her, and the entire cup of coffee spilled onto his pants. She apologized, "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" while wiping it with a towel. But as soon as her hand touched it, her face immediately turned bright red. She felt something hard and bulging inside her pants, as if it were still wriggling and jumping. Suddenly, an impulse arose in her heart, and one hand involuntarily kept wiping that spot, unwilling to leave.

Wenwei felt incredibly awkward around her. He snatched the towel from her and started drying himself, saying, "Sister-in-law, I can do it myself. I wouldn't dare trouble you." But she had already reached out to unbuckle his belt, scolding him, "Take your pants off! They're all wet and mushy; only you could tolerate that." Without another word, she unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, and began dragging them down by the waistband. He struggled with her, his face flushed, and said, "Fine, fine, go get me a pair of Gangsheng pajamas to change into. I'll go change in the bathroom." Seeing his disheveled state, she laughed heartily, "Oh dear! I've been married for two years. What haven't I seen? Come on, let your sister-in-law take them off for you. Don't be shy." With a forceful pull, she dragged the pants down to his ankles.

Wenwei was caught off guard, standing there dumbfounded, unsure what to do. Before her stood two muscular thighs, sandwiched between a pair of white boxer briefs, like those worn by swimmers—narrow enough to barely contain what was supposed to be covered. But now they served no purpose, for what was meant to be contained had already struggled to break free, only to be held back by the elastic waistband, squeezed tightly into a ball, making the briefs bulge like a small mountain.

Shiwei watched, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn't help but lower her head, extending her delicate tongue to gently lick it like a kitten. She licked with relish, until his penis was as hard as an iron rod, as if it might burst through the small piece of fabric at any moment. Her panties were soaked with her saliva, becoming semi-transparent, clearly revealing a thick, shaped penis that was reddish-purple. The glans was a darker color than the shaft, and because there was nowhere for it to extend, it had slanted straight down to her waist. Her scrotum, which contained her two testicles, was round and red like a ripe lychee, and was so compressed that it was almost about to bulge out from between her legs.

She could no longer hold back. She grabbed his briefs with both hands and pulled them down forcefully, and his incredibly strong penis sprang out with a whoosh, as if thanking her for finally freeing it, bowing repeatedly before her nose. Without a word, she grabbed his penis with one hand and immediately stuffed it into her mouth, like a starving person suddenly seeing a delicious meal, indulging in a hearty meal; with her other hand, she supported his scrotum, playing with his testicles between her fingers.

Wenwei's penis was tightly held in her warm little mouth, and with each swallow and release, her face undulated like a blower. Occasionally, she would pull his penis out of her mouth, using the tip of her tongue to lick and tease the ridges of the glans, or lightly sweep her tongue down the protruding veins from the glans to the base, while her fingertips would lightly scratch his scrotum, making it feel like an angry, unbearably itchy statue. A grown man was completely dominated by a petite, frail woman, his head thrown back, breathing heavily, murmuring "Oh...oh...oh...oh..." his legs trembling uncontrollably, so excited he didn't know whether he was in heaven or on earth.

Seeing his unbridled pleasure, Shiwei, fearing he might lose control and ejaculate prematurely, released her hands to rest. He looked down and saw her reaching for her shoulders, pulling the straps of her nightgown to the sides, and shaking herself a few times until the thin fabric gently floated to the ground. He was instantly struck by the sight of a beautiful, naked body, sculpted like jade, vividly displayed before him. Gazing at this stunning beauty, his heart swayed, and he felt a surge of desire. But then he remembered, this was still his old friend's wife; as the saying goes, "One should not covet a friend's wife," how could he possibly take advantage of her? His heart pounded like a drum, unsettled and restless. After a moment's hesitation, still caught in an internal struggle, Shiwei had already cupped her large breasts in her hands, squeezing his penis between them like a human-made hot dog, and began to carefully manipulate it. Not only that, but whenever the glans peeked out from between her breasts, she would stick out her tongue and flick it several times like a viper's hiss. Wow! Even an iron-willed monk would melt under her fiery passion.
How many men like Liu Xiahui can there be in the world? In less than a moment, he had cast aside all morality and righteousness, completely collapsing and surrendering to her gentle embrace. He reached down to touch her crotch—good heavens! Like he'd urinated, his hands were covered in sticky, slippery vaginal fluid, burning hot, opening and closing rhythmically, yearning for a man's comfort. He bent down and lifted her to his waist, his lips meeting hers, sucking and licking her delicate tongue. Seeing her eyes glazed over with intoxication, one hand tightly wrapped around his neck, her legs wrapped around his buttocks, her lower body twisting from side to side like a snake, pressing her vulva against his erect glans, rubbing it until he felt an unbearable tingling sensation. Surprisingly, even when he let go, she didn't fall. He freed one hand to hold his penis, licking the glans around the entrance of her vagina; her juices were already flowing down his scrotum. Using his waist strength, he thrust upwards, effortlessly inserting halfway. She cooperated perfectly, releasing her grip and sinking her body, the long, large penis instantly disappearing completely.

Wenwei supported her plump buttocks, repeatedly thrusting his penis in and out of her wet vagina. The indescribable pleasure from the glans made it impossible to stop, especially since she followed the rhythm, her vulva responding perfectly, making it impossible to resist. The gushing lustful fluids had already flowed over his scrotum and started trickling down his thighs. He felt his legs weaken and tremble slightly, so he carried her, thrusting into her as he walked towards the bedroom.
Chapter 3

Once inside the bedroom, he tossed her onto the bed, and in the gap, stripped off his upper body clothes, leaving himself naked, and pounced on her again. Shiwei had already placed a towel under her buttocks, spreading her thighs almost into a split, raising her vulva to welcome him. He pressed down on her, and Shiwei guided his penis with her hand, allowing the glans to enter her vagina. He thrust forward, easily filling the small hole again. The two fleshy creatures embraced each other on the bed, inseparable, rolling together, feeling mutual affection and regretting that they hadn't met sooner.

As Wenwei thrust in and out, he looked down to admire the beautiful and moving sight of their genitals meeting. He watched his proud penis slide in and out between her bright red labia minora, sending gushes of vaginal fluid splashing everywhere. The tender skin at the entrance of her vagina was unusually long, stretched and pulled back with each thrust, as clear as a close-up shot in a pornographic film. Her entire vulva was flushed red from engorgement, her labia minora tightly gripping his bulging, veiny penis, making the friction even more intense and arousing. The tender skin covering her clitoris was pulled and rubbed by her labia, causing it to swell and harden, becoming as thick as a little finger, pointing straight forward, almost touching his busy penis.

He became aroused and simply raised her legs, placing them on her shoulders, allowing his penis to penetrate even deeper and thrust in even more intensely. Shiwei seemed to understand him perfectly. She placed her hands on the back of her knees and pulled her thighs towards her chest, allowing her lower body to rise higher and their skin to press more intimately together. Sure enough, with each thrust, he pressed her thighs down even further, like a seesaw in a child's game, one end lowered as the other rose. Her buttocks rose and fell with the ups and downs of his lower body, their cooperation seamless. For a moment, the bedroom was filled with a cacophony of sounds—the "slapping" of their genitals colliding, accompanied by the "squeaking" of their juices—a three-dimensional, boundless erotic symphony. She heard the incessant sounds from her lower mouth, while her upper mouth, naturally, didn't remain silent, adding its own melody to the music: "Ah...
ah...my little darling...love brother...ah...ah...you're so good at this...I'm giving you my life...ah...ah...it feels so good...ah...ah...I'm going to lose it...I'm going to fly to heaven...mmm...mmm...mmm..." She closed her eyes tightly, gritted her teeth, and kicked her legs straight, clinging to his still swaying waist, trembling uncontrollably, her fragrant sweat and vaginal fluids spraying out simultaneously. A thought flashed through her mind: My God! So this is the ecstatic feeling I've been yearning for these past few days! The intense orgasm brought her immense pleasure, finally releasing the depression of the past few days. After slowly digesting the afterglow of her orgasm, her whole body felt limp and she didn't want to move anymore.

Seeing her give him the pleasure of heaven, Wenwei felt incredibly powerful and thrust even harder, pushing his penis to its very end with each stroke. He wished he could squeeze both testicles into her honeypot as well. His penis relentlessly repeated the pounding motion, giving his little brother endless pleasure, hoping it would continue like this forever.

Shiwei, overwhelmed by an unprecedented climax, almost fainted. Now, enduring his relentless, frenzied thrusting, she was utterly powerless. All she could do was continuously release her vaginal fluids as a reward for his hard work. She was baffled by the sheer amount of fluids; it seemed inexhaustible, as if she had become a machine that produced endless amounts of it. The towel under her buttocks, originally intended to catch the semen after intercourse to prevent staining the sheets, was now soaked through with her vaginal fluids before the semen had even been ejaculated, dripping wet even when wrung out.

Wenwei withdrew his penis, lowered one leg from his shoulder while keeping the other on his arm, and then moved her body into a side-lying position, kneeling on the bed. He arched his upper body, spreading her thighs into a split, her vulva wide open. Due to the separation of her labia minora, several transparent, sticky strands of vaginal fluid were stretched out, like a spider web sealing the vaginal opening. With one hand pressing down on the thigh on his shoulder and the other holding his burning penis, he broke through the web and thrust it into this "spider web cave." Whether it was because he swam often and had particularly strong waist strength, or because this position made it easier to generate power, every thrust was powerful and resounding, each one penetrating deep into the cave, reaching the very end.

Her body swayed back and forth from the powerful impact, her breasts bouncing incessantly. Wenwei reached out and caressed her alternately, sometimes gripping tightly, sometimes kneading gently, attacking her from both above and below until she bounced like a freshly caught fish. Her hands clawed wildly at the bed, almost tearing the sheets to shreds, her toes pointing straight out like she was dancing ballet. Moans rose and fell from her mouth, and you could hear her panting heavily as she cried out, "Oh! My darling... ah... ah... ah... where did you learn such a good move... ah...
ah... ah... don't stop... ah... ah... ah... so good... oh! I'm about to tear you in two... ah... ah... ah..." Before she finished speaking, her body trembled violently as if electrocuted, her eyelids fluttering up and down, and a gush of vaginal fluid surged onto his glans.

She felt wave after wave of orgasms coming her way, like a stone thrown into a lake, creating ripples that spread outwards from a small center. She was tossed and turned in these surging waves, completely submerged. Seeing her reaction, Wenwei knew she was reaching the peak of another orgasm, and he quickened his pace, thrusting his penis until it was as hard as steel and as hot as fire, rapidly moving in and out of her vagina. He continued thrusting until his glans was swollen and numb, and his lower abdomen felt hot and he desperately contracted, before finally ejaculating his scalding hot semen deep into her vagina.

Shiwei was lost in the ecstasy of her orgasm when, in her hazy state, she felt the penis thrusting rapidly inside her vagina suddenly change to slow, powerful thrusts. With each thud, a surge of hot, tingling fluid hit her cervix, doubling the pleasure. Her fingers, which had been stroking her breasts, stopped moving and instead gripped them tightly as if trying to burst them. Knowing he was also enjoying his orgasm and ejaculating into her, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pushed and pulled with his rhythm, letting him ejaculate all his semen into her vagina.
After the storm, a calm settled in. The two, having enjoyed their orgasm, embraced tightly, reluctant to part. Wenwei remained on top of her, his lower body pressed against her vulva, not wanting his slowly softening penis to slip out so quickly, wanting it to stay a little longer in her warm, moist opening. Their lips kissed incessantly, as if glued together, their tongues teasing each other, their souls merging into one. Only when the pleasure subsided, replaced by a languid weariness, did they fall asleep in each other's arms. Shiwei still held those adoring words in her hand, clutching them tightly before sweetly drifting off to sleep.
Spring sleep is so sweet, they didn't notice the dawn. When they woke up, it was already evening. The sweat, semen, and vaginal fluid from earlier had dried, leaving them feeling uncomfortable. They got up, hand in hand, and went into the bathroom to wash themselves. Shiwei first filled a tub with hot water. Seeing that the dried vaginal fluid had hardened her pubic hair, she rubbed it, and it turned into a white powder that fell softly to the floor. Wenwei was urinating on the toilet nearby when he heard her sweet voice behind him: "I need to pee too..." He shook his penis a few times and moved aside to make room for her. After waiting a while without any movement, she curiously turned to look. She shyly pouted and said, "Um...
I need you to hold me while I pee." Wenwei, though amused and exasperated, complied. He went behind her, supporting her thighs with both hands, and lifted her towards the toilet. But then she said, "Um...I need you to tease me before I can pee."
He almost burst out laughing, whistling "shush...shush..." like a mother teasing a child to pee.
As soon as the whistle sounded, a jet of water spurted from her vulva, shooting forward in a silvery-white parabola, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, making a "ting-dong" sound in the toilet. After she finished peeing, Wenwei teased, "Do you usually need someone to tease you when you pee? Doesn't your husband have any free time?" She giggled, "You're so cheeky! I like you teasing me, you're so annoying!" Her face flushed, she buried her face in his chest. Seeing the bathtub was almost full, he tossed her in and then climbed on top of her. The two of them tangled together in the tub, water splashing everywhere, their bodies tumbling and turning in the waves like a pair of playful mandarin ducks.

After a while, she told him to stand up, rubbed some soap in her hands, and then applied it to his penis. She gently stroked it with her fingers, carefully cleaning the foreskin and glans. Under her caresses, his penis slowly hardened, becoming longer and larger, erect in her hand. She gasped in surprise; within two minutes, the object had more than doubled in size as if by magic—it was unbelievable. She measured it with her fingers; it was at least an inch and a half longer than her husband's, the glans larger and rounder, the veins on the foreskin bulging like countless bluish-purple roots surrounding the entire penis. She sighed inwardly: "I was so eager to stuff it into my vagina earlier, I didn't really appreciate it. This is a rare gem, one in a hundred! No wonder it brought me to such intense orgasms, so incredibly pleasurable. If my husband had such a magnificent thing, I wouldn't need to look elsewhere." Thinking

this, she couldn't help but kiss it several times, her hands unwilling to let go, wishing she could swallow it whole. She truly adored it. Lost in her thoughts, her cheeks flushed again, and a fire in her heart gradually burned down to her lower body. She felt her vulva itching unbearably again, and impatiently lay back, pulling him closer, her hands rubbing his hard penis against her labia. Seeing her wanton state, Wenwei knew he had a new task; he wouldn't be able to escape until he satisfied her. Although he had met many young women on the beach, most of whom were willing to offer themselves, none could compare to this slut in bed or the enjoyment of sex. Anyway, her little brother had already ignited a fire within her, so why not do it? He needed it too! Seeing the head of his penis touch her vaginal opening, he thrust his hips forward, and their bodies came together again. He wrapped his arms around her neck and began thrusting rapidly.

For a moment, the small bathtub was filled with a romantic and alluring atmosphere. Wenwei's constantly rising and falling buttocks caused the water in the tub to splash and wet the floor like a pond. He truly was a swimming champion. It looked like he was swimming a butterfly stroke, with his waist constantly moving, rising and falling, strong and powerful; then it looked like he was swimming a leisurely frog stroke, his legs supporting him against the tub wall, extending and retracting, allowing his penis to move in and out freely; then he would hold her sideways and penetrate from behind, like swimming a sideways stroke, one hand occasionally reaching forward to play with her breasts; when he got tired, he would lie down like he was swimming a backstroke, with the woman sitting on top, bouncing and tossing like a horse, completely lost in pleasure.

Shiwei never imagined she could play so many moves in the bathtub. It felt different from being in bed, more exciting and novel. Seeing the surging waves in the tub, the two were immersed in the pleasure of carnal desire, their movements fluid and unrestrained. Wenwei, suddenly aroused, finding the small bathtub insufficient, simply pulled her to his chest and rushed towards the bedroom.

After placing her on the bed, he grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge, then bent her legs, spreading them wide so her buttocks rested on the edge of the bed. Standing on the floor, his penis was at the same height as her vulva. With a lean, he easily penetrated her fully. Holding her knees, he began to thrust his hips back and forth. Because this position required less effort, the frequency of his thrusts was naturally faster and the penetration deeper. Each impact caused her body to tremble, her breasts bobbing back and forth like water balloons. The exquisite spectacle of sexual intercourse was now laid bare before my eyes. The sight of the tender skin of the vagina being pulled in and out was crystal clear, and the sight of vaginal fluids being squeezed out and gushing forth was even more captivating. The scene before my eyes was breathtaking, causing my penis to swell to the point of bursting. I felt my heart pounding and my breath quickening, my muscles tensing and hardening. I couldn't help but exert all my strength, thrusting my penis as deep as I could, each thrust ensuring the glans touched the cervix. After one round of thrusting, I felt my glans go numb, my ejaculation was about to begin, and I knew I was about to give in.

Shiwei was breathless from his continuous thrusting, wave after wave of orgasms washing over her body. She was enveloped in a blissful, tingling pleasure, the sensations growing stronger with each thrust. Her nerves throbbed, causing her entire body to convulse and tremble. Her voice was hoarse from screaming, barely managing to utter a single syllable, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." The endless waves of orgasms rose and fell, overwhelming her. Her body moved with each thrust, like a caterpillar crawling on a branch. Finally, her body tensed, then suddenly relaxed, a gush of vaginal fluid gushing from her uterus. She then trembled violently as if chilled, her vagina rhythmically contracting and relaxing, like a small mouth constantly sucking at her penis.

Wenwei, eyes closed, was thrusting vigorously, preparing for his climax. She was being massaged with a rhythmic squeezing and releasing motion, feeling incredibly comfortable. He felt every pore on his body open, his abdominal muscles tightening inwards. With a few shivers, spurts of semen shot out like arrows from his penis, all of it flowing into her still-contracting vagina.

Both of them simultaneously let out a long breath and went limp. Wenwei felt his legs go weak and trembled slightly, but he didn't want to pull his penis out immediately. So he leaned forward, grasping one of her breasts in each hand and gently kneading them, releasing the lingering afterglow of his orgasm. Although extremely unwilling, his slowly shrinking penis finally forced its way out of her vagina. Shiwei immediately raised her lower body, pulling a pillow under her buttocks to prevent the precious semen from leaking out.
She thought to herself: "I'm a machine that produces vaginal fluids, and you're a machine that produces semen. The first time, I couldn't save any and it all flowed out and wasted. Luckily, I anticipated this time, and he still managed to ejaculate so much. If I want to get pregnant, I'll have to rely on this sticky fluid."

Wenwei saw her propping her buttocks up and staring blankly into thought, so he asked her curiously what she was doing. She told him the truth and joked, "I hope those sperm are also good swimmers like their fathers, obediently swimming into the uterus, then there'll be hope for conception." He was startled and hurriedly asked, "Sister-in-law, if you're really pregnant, won't Gangsheng find out about our relationship? My father won't have any official status!" She chuckled, "Oh, I'm already yours. Stop calling me 'sister-in-law,' just call me by my name. Gangsheng isn't necessarily infertile; it's just that his sperm is weak. When he finds out I'm pregnant, he'll probably think he's the one who had the baby, and he'll be overjoyed! As for the child, we'll just have you as the godfather, that'll be perfect!" "You understand now?" Wenwei replied, "I won't call you by your name anymore, I'll just call you my darling. Darling, now that you have a child, you've fulfilled your wish, so you don't need to talk to me anymore, right?" She tapped the tip of his nose with her finger, laughing non-stop, "Silly boy, you're jealous of your future son! From now on, if Hong Sheng isn't home, you're welcome to come whenever you want, I'm afraid you won't come!" Wenwei was relieved after hearing her explanation, jumped back onto the bed, lay down next to her, and the two hugged each other tightly, kissing non-stop.

The spring night was fleeting, and amidst their sweet intimacy, night fell unnoticed. Shiwei, realizing they'd been too busy enjoying themselves to eat all day, got up and said to Wenwei, "Look how useless I am! You're starving! You stay in bed and rest until I've prepared dinner. What would you like to eat today?" Wenwei pulled her back to the bedside, held her in his arms, and said softly, "My darling, I want to eat you! Alright, no need to cook. Let's just grab something at the restaurant downstairs to save some time." "Let's be tender." She buried her head in her chest and replied sweetly, "Your words are like honey, so sweet and charming, every word you say touches my heart." She found a suit belonging to her husband in the closet and helped him put it on. While dressing herself in front of the mirror, she said to him, "After dinner, I'll make you some sweet soup. Anyway, Gang Sheng won't be back until the day after tomorrow, so you can sleep at my place for the next two nights!"

The two quickly went to Hollywood Plaza downstairs for dinner, then returned home to continue their flirting. Dry wood and raging fire, the room filled with spring; deep affection, unspoken.

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