If Heaven Has Feelings (Chapter 103)

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Chapter 103
Songpu Cemetery is located in a town far from the city. The cemetery is situated amidst mountains and water, boasting beautiful scenery. However, being a remote suburb, it was designated a public cemetery by the government. People from Huaihai with some money generally want to bury their loved ones in auspicious locations within the city, making this place clearly out of their reach. Only the poor choose to have their burials here. Over time, this cemetery has become a public cemetery for the poor.
Birds of a feather flock together; cemeteries, like apartments, are judged by location and environment. If the proportion of poor people buried here is high, the wealthy will avoid it. The consequence of Gresham's Law is that it lowers the overall quality and value of the cemetery. As if poverty were contagious, the cemetery's facilities and buildings gradually became old and dilapidated. Government maintenance funding dwindled year after year, and it slowly became a forgotten corner, deserted except during the annual Qingming Festival. Now, of course, it wasn't a lively time; Qingming Festival had long passed, and the flow of people wouldn't return until next year, so the hill where the cemetery was located was deathly still.
The entrance to Songpu Cemetery was halfway up the hill, its stone gate covered in moss, the only iron railing rusted. A two-story, somewhat aged brick building was hidden among the trees—the cemetery management office. However, at this moment, only one gatekeeper remained; everyone else was busy with their own affairs. This wasn't surprising; a meager salary was barely enough to support a family, and besides, a cemetery didn't need so many people—there was nothing to steal here except the ashes of the dead.
After the National Day holiday, the weather in Huaihai City cooled down noticeably, the muggy air began to dissipate, and light rain began to fall from time to time. The rain wasn't heavy, but it seemed to never stop, making it inconvenient for people to go out and run errands. However, for Old Sun, rain or shine made no difference, since his job didn't require him to go out. He simply sat in the gatehouse of the management office from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m., not leaving even for meals or bathroom breaks—of course, it didn't matter if he left, as no one would supervise him anyway.
So, after finishing his self-cooked lunch, Old Sun crossed his legs and leaned back in a recliner, watching television with great interest. He was watching Yue opera on the local channel, a hobby he'd cultivated since childhood. On the table in front of him sat a 29-inch Sony color TV; the thick, brick-like picture tube was a relic of the last century, but it had never broken down since it was purchased. The screen colors were still vibrant, revealing the handsome features of the woman in the green robe; the sound system, though a bit hoarse, still carried the sweet, clear voice of the female lead.
Just as he was engrossed in watching, the sound of a car engine shattered his enjoyment. Old Sun frowned in displeasure; he never expected anyone to come to the cemetery at this time of year. He stood up from his recliner, craned his neck to look out the window, wanting to see what uninvited guest had dared to disturb him at this moment.
With the screeching of tires on the asphalt, a large military green SUV pulled up at the cemetery entrance. The SUV had a high chassis, but the license plate was covered by a camouflage cloth. Although the rain had stopped for about half a day, the mud and water marks on the body and tires indicated that the car had traveled quite a distance, suggesting it had come specifically to pay respects at the graves.
The other door of the SUV opened, and a man got out of the driver's seat. The man was very tall, his physique strong and robust beneath a long, dark blue trench coat. His face, sculpted like marble, was cold and intimidating. Although sunglasses concealed his eyes, his high, straight nose and tightly pursed lips exuded a chilling aura.
The man in the trench coat walked to the other end of the car and carefully opened the passenger door. The first thing to emerge was a woman's foot. This woman must have been very beautiful, for her bare calf was long and straight, like a section of white jade carved into a lotus root tube—perfectly proportioned, neither too full nor too thin, plump and white without being greasy, slender and well-proportioned without being bony. The woman's jade-like foot was encased in a pair of silver, openwork mesh ankle boots. The 11-centimeter stiletto heels looked intimidating, and a few smooth, white jade-like toes peeked out from the small peep-toe openings, painted with wine-red nail polish, resembling plump little ladybugs, instantly arousing lustful thoughts.
Because of the SUV's high chassis, the jade-like foot, clad in a silver openwork mesh ankle boot, first touched the footrest. Then, a slender, white woman's arm emerged. Although covered by a close-fitting black lace garment, its plumpness and shape were still evident. The woman's outstretched fingers were as white and slender as scallion stalks, each long, pointed nail painted with burgundy nail polish, the red and white contrast exuding the allure of a mature woman. The woman gently placed her slender fingers into the man's palm, and the man gentlemanly grasped that white, jade-like hand. With this grip, the woman inside the car finally stepped out.
The first thing that catches the eye is the woman's smooth, flowing, wine-red hair. The silky strands are parted in the middle, combed back along both sides, and gathered into a low bun at the nape of her neck. A gold butterfly hair clip adorns the teardrop-shaped bun; the exquisitely crafted pure gold butterfly is so lifelike, it seems as if it were a creature perched on her hair. The woman wears a pair of long, triangular earrings on her white jade-like earlobes, with a row of fan-shaped obsidian pendants below the silver triangles. The pendants, reaching her shoulders, sway gently at her temples, producing a clear, melodious sound, adding a unique charm.
Then the woman raises her head, revealing an oval face sculpted like mutton-fat jade. Although large sunglasses cover most of her face, her smooth, jade-like forehead, high, straight nose, and the snow-white skin revealed through the veil suggest that this woman possesses an undeniably beautiful and striking face. Aside from her burgundy hair and brightly painted red lips, the woman's face was painted only with two extremely simple colors: black and white. Combined with her swan-like, long, and elegantly held white neck, her every glance exuded the air of a pampered noblewoman.
The woman, holding the man's hand, stepped onto the ground. The hem of her skirt, held by her slender, white hand, loosened, covering her long, straight, white legs. She wore 11-centimeter stiletto heels in silver openwork mesh ankle boots, making her almost as tall as the man in the trench coat standing next to her, causing the short Old Sun to feel ashamed of his own stature. Her curvaceous figure was encased in a dignified and elegant black lace dress. The style and color of her attire were perfectly suited to the cemetery's environment and theme, but from the side, the dress seemed somewhat too tight. The dress clung tightly to the woman's undulating curves, emphasizing her full, high breasts and even revealing the subtle curve of her slightly protruding belly. Her firm, pert buttocks, restrained by the narrow waistband, swayed gently with her elegant and dignified steps.
The lace dress was tightly fitted from the neckline to the hips, but abruptly loosened below the hips, the slightly pleated hem spreading out like a closed umbrella, revealing a pair of jade-like feet encased in 11-centimeter stiletto heels made of silver openwork mesh. The mesh of the ankle boots, adorned with silver lily patterns, couldn't conceal the slender, delicate insteps, like white bamboo shoots, and the few white, jade-like toes painted with burgundy nail polish peeking out from the peep-toe openings. These colors combined in a strange harmony, possessing a mysterious and unique allure.
After the woman straightened up, it became apparent that she wore a white fox fur shawl draped over her shoulders. This shawl was made from a single white fox, pure white without a single stray hair. The fluffy shawl wrapped from the back of her neck to her chest, further enhancing the woman's air of nobility. Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the woman's lace dress was not as simple as it appeared at first glance. A thin layer of gauze covered her chest and lower abdomen, vaguely revealing her two beautiful collarbones and her small, rounded navel. Her back was even thinner, revealing large expanses of smooth skin. Only the area from her hips to her buttocks was completely covered by intricate and luxurious lace. Her full breasts, encased in lace, stood erect and pointed, while the long skirt below her hips was made of gossamer-thin gauze, adorned with delicate ink chrysanthemum patterns. Through the gauze, one could see two long, alabaster-white legs gracefully swaying. With each step, the umbrella-shaped skirt rustled softly.
The woman's hairstyle, accessories, and long skirt exuded an air of solemnity, yet her hair color and lip gloss seemed full of life. Combined with the glimpses of her snow-white skin beneath the lace details of her skirt, and her long, slender legs encased in silver, openwork mesh ankle boots, she possessed an indescribable allure and seduction. The more she was covered, the more irresistible this temptation became; it seemed that deliberate concealment and embellishment could not conceal the overflowing femininity emanating from her. Such a woman was truly a rare beauty.
After getting out of the car, the man and woman headed straight for the cemetery. The man was carrying a large canvas bag, indicating they were indeed there to pay their respects. Old Sun didn't want to disturb them, as his job was only to guard the gate; other matters were outside his purview. Besides, his entire attention was captivated by the beautiful woman.
In all his years, Old Sun had never seen such a stunning woman. Although she looked to be quite old, the natural allure of a mature woman she exuded could ignite a man's most primal desires. However, this voluptuous woman was already taken. The tall man in the trench coat beside her must be her man, because as soon as they got out of the car, she eagerly took his arm, her body practically glued to him. Their intimacy filled Old Sun with both envy and jealousy.
The man pushed aside the rusty iron railing, and the two strolled into the cemetery. The woman, who looked like a noblewoman, stood there, gazing intently at the cemetery plaque for a long while, a complex expression on her beautiful and elegant face. During this time, the man patiently waited by her side. When she came to her senses, she nodded slightly to him. Their eyes met briefly behind their sunglasses, and they seemed to reach a consensus. Then, they embraced again and walked deeper into the cemetery.
The cemetery was built along a small hill called Qinglin Mountain, with a narrow path paved with bluestone slabs and densely packed graves on both sides. The morning rain had made the bluestone slabs a little slippery, and the woman's arms tightened around the man's. Her 11-centimeter stiletto heels, silver openwork mesh ankle boots, required her to lift them quite high to step onto the stairs. So when she took a step, her plump, fleshy buttocks, wrapped in a long, flowing lace dress draped in dark chrysanthemum fabric, swayed with incredible force, like a water-filled balloon bobbing in alluring waves, making every onlooker's blood boil.
Old Sun stood blankly at the window, watching the incredibly alluring noblewoman slowly walk up Qinglin Mountain until her figure disappeared behind rows of dense pines and cypresses. Only then did he seem to recover from a spell. He sat back down on the recliner, somewhat dejected, only to find a bulge in his crotch. Old Sun was overjoyed. His manhood had become limp many years ago, but today, just a few glances at that woman had rekindled its vitality.
The Yue opera on the television was still playing, the female roles in green robes dancing with their delicate water sleeves as usual, but Old Sun had no heart to appreciate it anymore. His mind was filled only with the beautiful woman's sexy, fiery body.
Songpu Cemetery isn't very large, and given its decades-long history, the graves are almost all full. Rows of tombstones, each made of different materials, represent a deceased person. Regardless of the value of the stone, they all endure wind and sun, standing there year after year, day after day, awaiting the visits and cleaning of their loved ones.
Due to the cemetery's location, the stones used for the graves are mostly ordinary; occasionally, a few are made of marble or white marble, but most are made of common stone. The front side of Qinglin Mountain features newly developed graves. Ten years ago, this area was lush and green; now, it's filled with tombstones of various sizes. These tombstones appear relatively new, and there are few weeds around them, suggesting regular maintenance.
However, the back side of the mountain presents a different scene. The graves here are anywhere from twenty or thirty years old to just over ten. Whether due to a lack of daily care or the gradual neglect of the families, the weeds grow rampant, some reaching waist-high in remote corners. The tombstones buried in the grass were mostly simple bluestone slabs, with the names of the deceased roughly carved on them. They were all covered in moss, making it difficult to identify who it was without wiping them clean.
However, the grave we were looking for wasn't as difficult as we had imagined, because I remembered its location vividly. Although I was only fourteen at the time, every scene was deeply etched in my mind.
The day of my father's funeral was also drizzling, just like now. The company chartered two buses to take the families to the cemetery. Besides relatives from both sides of the family, many of my father's colleagues came, including one of the perpetrators of that murder. But back then, I didn't understand the adults' malicious intentions. I was just incredibly sad and helpless, holding my mother's hand as we walked up the long stone steps to see my father off on his final journey.
Almost ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. The little boy who barely reached my mother's shoulder has now grown into a strong and upright man. The woman who once held my hand now clings to my arm with unwavering dependence and affection, as if she wants to meld into my very being. I no longer need my mother's protection; in fact, I willingly take on the responsibility of protecting and caring for her, because she is not only my blood-and-flesh mother, but also my undying wife and soulmate.
Although the mountain path wasn't particularly rugged, Bai Liyuan was wearing 11-centimeter stilettos, and the slippery path due to the rain made it quite difficult for her. By the time she reached that familiar spot, she was panting heavily. Bai Liyuan removed her Chanel sunglasses, revealing a strikingly beautiful oval face. Two vibrant blushes rose on her alabaster cheeks, and her full, high breasts heaved beneath her white fox fur shawl. Her rounded belly, tightly wrapped in a black chrysanthemum lace dress, traced a graceful arc, seemingly opening and closing in rhythm with her cherry-red lips. A sweet fragrance, like orchids and musk, wafted from her mouth, making one feel restless and aroused.
So many years had passed, yet she remained as beautiful and captivating as ever. Although still dressed in black, the thin, haggard widowed woman of yesteryear was now much more voluptuous and prosperous. This was partly due to her comfortable lifestyle, but even more so to the nourishment of the male beside her. The only thing unchanged was her gaze fixed on the tombstone. Her almond-shaped eyes, like pools of autumn water, were still breathtakingly beautiful, but now held an indescribable quality.
At first, I almost didn't recognize that familiar spot. The simple bluestone tombstone I remembered was gone, replaced by a dignified and elegant white marble tombstone, and the tomb itself had been renovated. Moreover, the weeds and drainage ditches near the tomb showed signs of recent clearing, making it stand out neatly and conspicuously among the row of old, faded tombstones.
The cemetery wouldn't do these things for the deceased without obligation; all the updates and repairs were initiated by Bai Liyuan. Over the years, she had regularly visited her late husband's grave to sweep the tombstone and hired workers to clean the environment, keeping it looking brand new. These thoughtful actions showed that she still cared deeply for my father and our family. Although Bai Liyuan had done things that wronged my father, she wasn't a morally corrupt woman who disregarded family ties. Thinking of this, my respect for her grew even stronger.
I took out the items from the canvas bag one by one: salted duck, smoked fish, peanuts, and fried tofu—my father's favorite snacks to accompany his drinks. I neatly arranged them in front of the tombstone, then opened a bottle of fine Shaoxing Zhuangyuanhong wine and gently poured the orange-yellow liquid onto the grave. The 55-proof Shaoxing wine quickly flowed and seeped into the soil beside the grave, filling the air with a sweet and mellow aroma.
I silently murmured in my heart, "Dad, your son has come back to see you. This is your favorite old wine; let me have a few drinks with you."
My father's portrait was inlaid on the white marble tombstone; the black-and-white photo was taken shortly after his wedding. My father, in his early twenties, smiled happily with his eyes narrowed. His beard wasn't as thick as it would later become, but his square face and rock-solid forehead exuded masculinity. From any angle, he seemed like a good family man.
How happy he was then! He had a beautiful wife and a healthy son; everyone envied his tall, bearded man. Sadly, these wonderful things brought him a tragic end. Who could have imagined that his once happy family would soon vanish? His beautiful and virtuous wife first cheated on him, then became the mistress of a wealthy businessman, while his precious only son was imprisoned in a dark mental hospital for killing his lover.
Fortunately, fate, though sometimes cruel, sometimes kind. By sheer chance, the child managed to escape and acquire exceptional skills. Through his planning and scheming, the murderers who had plotted against Gao Song all received their due punishment. The mastermind behind everything, Lü Jiang, along with his wife and children, paid a heavy price, and the punishments inflicted upon them will ensure their eternal damnation, making their lives a living hell.
"Father, I've avenged you. You can rest in peace now," I murmured to myself.
Cheng Yang, one of those who harmed Gao Song, was already dead in my hands. Although Lü Jiang escaped the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection's net, he is now under the control of Huaihai City and will inevitably be silenced by the authorities. Lü Jiang's wife has suffered a mental breakdown and is currently being treated in a mental hospital. Lü Jiang's son is serving time in a juvenile detention center, but he is now a cripple, and the Lü family line is about to end.
Justice has never been absent, even if it came a little late. "—I murmured to myself, a sense of melancholy creeping into my heart. Although I had sought justice for my father, the dead cannot be brought back to life, the past cannot be restored, and I am no longer the person I once was.
I poured about half of the Zhuangyuanhong wine, then took a sip myself. The warm wine flowed down my throat, a rich and fragrant aroma filling my mouth. I poured some more onto the ground, as if sharing a drink with my father.
"Father, I want to tell you something." I took another large gulp, feeling a wave of warmth travel from my throat to my stomach, then spread throughout my body, instantly warming me up.
"Mother is a very good woman. She has always worked very hard to take care of our family. But after losing your protection, she suffered a lot of bullying and hardship. It wasn't her fault; she was just a woman."
Bai Liyuan had been standing quietly beside me since we came up the mountain, watching me arrange the offerings and pour the wine. After hearing what I said, her eyes had unknowingly become moist.
"Dad, you once told me: a real man should cherish his woman and take care of his family. As a woman, Mom needs a man's protection and love. For so many years, Mom has lacked such a person, but I can now shoulder the responsibility of this family."
"Dad, I love Yuanyuan, not just the kind of love I have for Mom, but the same love you have for this woman. Although our union may not be accepted by the world, our hearts are pure and innocent. I will always love her, protect her, and take care of her. I will continue to learn from you and make her the happiest woman in the world."
As I finished this heartfelt confession, Bai Liyuan beside me couldn't hold back her tears. All the grievances and resentments of the past were poured out by me. She covered her face tightly with her slender, white fingers painted with burgundy nail polish, sobbing softly.
"Yuanyuan." I turned and gently pulled her into my arms, soothing my beloved woman with my body heat. Under my strong embrace, Bai Liyuan's emotions gradually calmed down. Her delicate white hands, which had been covering her face, finally lowered, revealing her bright almond-shaped eyes, slightly swollen.
I took Bai Liyuan's hand, and we both knelt down before the grave.
"Dad..."
"Husband..."
The terms we used were different, but the meaning was the same. We clasped our hands together and prayed in unison. We asked our father to bless our union and vowed to love and cherish each other, remaining faithful and devoted.
After silently reciting the prayer, we took turns drinking a sip of Zhuangyuanhong wine, then poured the remaining wine into the soil beside the grave.
"Look, look!" Bai Liyuan exclaimed excitedly, grabbing my arm and shaking it gently.
Following the direction of her delicate white fingers, a cloud of white mist rose from the white marble tombstone, like the vapor of immortals. But I knew in my heart that it was the still-warm yellow wine mixed with the rainwater on the ground. Through the mist, I could see my father's portrait on the tombstone, seemingly nodding and smiling.
"Your father smiled; he agreed to us being together," Bai Liyuan exclaimed excitedly, like a little girl, clapping her delicate white hands as she spoke.
I understood the reason for her excitement. As a mother and wife, Bai Liyuan had always been hesitant about our illicit relationship. After all, she grew up in a very traditional family, unlike me, who disregarded societal norms. This mist, however, was like a reassurance to her, relieving her mental burden and allowing her to freely immerse herself in this love affair.
I stared, somewhat mesmerized, at her kneeling figure. Her voluptuous, slender body was tightly wrapped in a long, dark lace dress, her plump, white buttocks resting on two long, straight, white legs. Her slightly full waist was ramrod straight, making her large breasts, beneath her white fox fur shawl, even more prominent. Her delicate, white hands, painted with burgundy nail polish, were clasped together in front of her chest, her head, styled in a teardrop-shaped bun, was slightly bowed. From the side, she looked like a Virgin Mary in devout prayer. She slightly pouted her small, bright red cherry lips, a hint of a smile playing on her soft, smooth lips, as if she were lost in some sweet fantasy.
"Yuanyuan, what are you thinking about?" I couldn't help but ask curiously.
Bai Liyuan seemed to only then hear my voice, her expression still showing pleasure as she turned around. Her alluring almond-shaped eyes darted around my face, and she seemed a little embarrassed, covering her mouth with her slender white fingers and giggling.
"It's nothing."
Bai Liyuan's appearance only fueled my curiosity. I pretended to tickle her threateningly, then casually rubbed her voluptuous, fragrant body a few times, making her giggle and tremble.
"Ah...haha...husband...no...ah, spare me...haha..."
A clear, bell-like laugh echoed through the cemetery, a laugh that was incredibly moving. Only when Bai Liyuan was laughing so hard she could barely breathe did I release my hold on her.
Bai Liyuan kept stroking her full, heaving breasts, giving me a playful glare and saying with a hint of coquettishness,
"Hmph, you bad boy, I told you, why did you have to do this to me?"
"Hehe, if you had confessed sooner, you would have suffered less, wouldn't you?" I said smugly, stroking her chest, pretending to massage her, but my main attention was focused on the full, fleshy breasts beneath her lace dress.
"What I said was: I hope we can be together for life, love each other forever, and never leave each other." After saying this heartfelt confession, Bai Liyuan looked at me with tender eyes, as if she were entrusting herself to me, ready to be taken.
I couldn't help but pull him into my arms, our lips pressed together seamlessly, our tongues, so familiar with each other, intertwining, saliva and other bodily fluids merging like a chemical reaction, filling our mouths and our entire bodies with a fragrant aroma.
Like a couple deeply in love, we kissed passionately before my father's tombstone, oblivious to our surroundings and forgetting where we were.
Qinglin Mountain, true to its name, is covered with lush vegetation. Although the hill where the cemetery is located is dotted with tombstones of all sizes, it is also adorned with a variety of pines and cypresses. These tall, straight evergreen trees stand like dignified guardians, protecting the cemetery and the souls resting there.
These pines and cypresses seem unplanned, yet they blend perfectly with their surroundings. Qinglin Mountain sits at the confluence of two winding streams, its round shape resembling a dragon pearl, and these pines and cypresses are like the radiance on that pearl, every blade of grass and every tree embodying the beauty of the mountain.
Legend has it that over 200 years ago, a feng shui master recognized the potential of this land, calling it the "Double Dragon Lair." He predicted that if a burial site were located there, two prominent figures would emerge from his descendants, each possessing earth-shattering power. However, the feng shui master did not bury himself there. While the "Double Dragon Lair" was incredibly auspicious, it was heavily influenced by yin and yang energies. If the deceased's vital energy was insufficient, it could easily breed yin energy, making the future uncertain and the fortunes of his descendants unpredictable.
Perhaps by coincidence, this once-treasured site has now been converted into a cemetery, housing a considerable number of burial sites. However, the feng shui master's prediction seems never to have come true. The descendants of these tomb owners mostly lived quiet, unremarkable lives, just like their ancestors.
On the other side of the hill lies the very spot chosen by the feng shui master. From this vantage point, one can see the two winding streams. If it weren't for the overcast sky, the sunlight would shine directly onto the hillside, and two towering pine trees, like dragons spreading their verdant umbrellas, would provide natural shade for the white marble tomb below.
This tomb, in both its materials and scale, stands out prominently among the surrounding old bluestone tombs. The entire tomb is constructed of white marble, and the tall tombstone bears a line of large characters in clerical script: "Tomb of my late husband, Gao Song," with a smaller line beside it: "Erected by his wife, Li Yuan." A black-and-white portrait hangs on the tombstone, depicting a kind-looking man with a square face and a full beard, smiling as he gazes ahead through the glass.
Before the tombstone, one can see the back of a woman dressed in a long, dark lace dress adorned with chrysanthemum motifs. She is clearly crouching, but her voluptuous, slender figure is as flawless as a handcrafted cello. A white fox fur shawl drapes her slender, fair shoulders, and her slightly full waist connects to a plump, fleshy bottom. The two rounded, full buttocks, encased in the lace fabric, resemble the curved tail of a cello.
Her long, wine-red curly hair is neatly combed back and loosely tied into a low bun, a gold butterfly hairpin set in the teardrop-shaped bun, swaying with the movement of her head. Two triangular, bright silver earrings adorn her alabaster earlobes, the obsidian pendants below them clinking together, producing a soft yet clear sound.
Interspersed among these sounds was a smacking sound of swallowing, like a child licking a lollipop, making one wonder what kind of delicious treat could make this woman, exuding mature feminine charm, so engrossed and unable to extricate herself.
The answer was right before her eyes: a tall, imposing man stood before her, his long, dark blue trench coat hanging down, almost like a cloak embracing the crouching woman. His face was sharply defined like marble, usually almost expressionless, but now his expression was not as stern as usual. His eyes, like cold electricity, were slightly closed, while the corners of his firm lips were slightly parted, and the muscles in his face were twitching slightly. It was as if he were receiving some kind of electric shock, but his expression showed no signs of pain; instead, it was closer to some indescribable pleasure.
Looking down, one could understand the reason for the man in the trench coat's expression. Directly opposite the woman's wine-red hair bun, the man's trousers were unzipped, revealing a thick, long penis standing proudly outside. The penis was almost the size of a child's arm, covered with bulging veins and blood vessels. The glans, the size of a ping-pong ball, was swollen and purplish-red, exuding the masculine vigor of a male creature.
The woman's hands gripped this large, fleshy shaft. Its massive size was too large to be held in one hand, so she used her two slender, plump, white hands to cradle it. Her delicate fingers, painted with wine-red nail polish, rhythmically stroked the large penis. Her technique was extremely skilled; her hands moved back and forth with considerable effort, yet her movements were filled with tenderness and affection.
The woman not only served the large penis with her hands, but also kissed it incessantly with her cherry-red lips painted with wine-red lipstick. She opened her mouth and extended her long, bright red tongue, licking the massive shaft with incredible dexterity, coating it with her clear saliva. Every now and then, she would take the ping-pong ball-sized glans into her mouth and gently suck on it.
The long, bright red tongue moved over the purplish-red glans, as alluring and seductive as the forked tongue of a large white snake. The long, bright red tongue cunningly slipped under the glans, skillfully rubbing the coronal sulcus with the edge of its tongue. The slippery, warm tongue grazed the most sensitive part of the penis, and I felt a surge of pleasure coursing through my body, making me tremble with pleasure.
"Oh, Yuanyuan, you little vixen," I groaned, gently stroking Bai Liyuan's hair, immersed in the pleasure brought by the beautiful woman's tongue between my legs.
"Don't rush, honey, I have something even better." Bai Liyuan's voice was sweet and soft, with a touch of affected coquetry that only fueled a man's primal desires.
True to her word, Bai Liyuan wasn't content with just licking; she began to take the large penis even deeper into her mouth. My penis was far longer and larger than most men's, and her small mouth couldn't possibly accommodate the entire length. However, Bai Liyuan was stubborn. She moved her mouth, adjusting the position of her throat, and managed to swallow most of the large penis, though a small section of the shaft still protruded. With
the entire penis inside, Bai Liyuan felt her mouth completely filled, the ping-pong ball-sized glans fully inserted into her throat, pressing hard against her trachea. She felt breathless, but still tried to move her head rhythmically, using her mouth to manipulate the large penis.
Looking at the beautiful woman beneath me, her elegant makeup and hairstyle, her exquisitely beautiful face tilted back, her cherry-like lips sucking my penis, the combined psychological and physical sensations were enough to drive any man mad. Beneath her slender, long eyebrows, her slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes gazed at me with irresistible allure, her gaze flowing as if it could speak, constantly expressing her complete submission and love for me.
My hands involuntarily gripped her vulva, my fingers tracing the smooth, thick, wine-red curls of her long hair. I began to thrust my hips back and forth, pumping my massive member into her mouth, treating Bai Liyuan's cherry-like lips like a honey pot, as if this beautiful woman with her unparalleled face and luscious lips was merely my personal sex toy.
Bai Liyuan's mouth already struggled to accommodate my enormous member; now, with increased thrusting, she suffered even more. With each thrust of that enormous, fleshy stem, her cherry-like mouth was completely filled. The thick, long shaft pressed against the smooth, tender passage deep within her throat, causing her to cough several times.
Yet, she showed no sign of pain, instead reveling in it, opening her mouth wide to envelop the massive stem with every inch of her tender flesh, using every muscle to serve that phallus. I, however, was like a beast in heat, thrusting my large, fleshy stem without any tenderness, letting her head be sway back and forth as I rammed it against her. The enormous glans struck her throat with a muffled "kong kong," echoing the swaying of the bright silver triangular obsidian earrings beneath her white jade earlobes.
My force was so great that Bai Liyuan's entire body swayed violently from the impact. To maintain her balance, Bai Liyuan had to grip my belt with both hands, her slender, white fingers, painted with burgundy nail polish, digging tightly into my trousers. Because of her squatting position, the hem of her dark chrysanthemum-patterned light gauze skirt rose above her knees, and her jade-like feet, clad in 11-centimeter stiletto heels with silver openwork mesh ankle boots, were taut. Her two long, alabaster-white legs were folded together, spread at an incredibly alluring angle, her shapely, smooth calves and plump, white thighs combined like two large white snakes raising their heads.
Bai Liyuan, while swallowing and spitting out my enormous penis, tried to raise her head to look at me, her charming peach blossom eyes seeming to hold a pool of spring water, brimming with desire and boundless spring. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, whenever my huge penis penetrated deep into her throat, Bai Liyuan's charming almond-shaped eyes would involuntarily roll back, that dazed and seductive state caused by being completely possessed by the male penis, causing my desire to soar to its peak.
I felt Bai Liyuan's fragrant tongue licking back and forth between my glans and coronal sulcus, sometimes even wrapping around my penis. Her full, wine-red lips tightly gripped my massive penis, swallowing and releasing it rapidly, as if she were sucking on some delicious dessert. My reason had been replaced by my senses; my neatly clad crotch thrust forward relentlessly, my penis rapidly entering and exiting her cherry-like mouth, grinding every inch of her narrow, warm oral cavity.
Due to the excessive friction, Bai Liyuan's wine-red lips became even more vibrant, and the fluids secreted by my penis and her saliva coated them with a glossy nectar, making her already luscious lips appear even more translucent and radiant. Seeing Bai Liyuan kneeling before me, her alluring and wanton appearance, my penis swelled even more, and my hands holding her head tightened their grip. My penis, amidst her constant licking and swallowing, had reached its peak, vibrating continuously within Liyuan's mouth.
Bai Liyuan's plump, smooth cheeks bulged high, her slender, high-bridged nose flared violently, and clear saliva dripped from the corners of her full, wine-red lips. She was clearly out of control of her mouth; her slender, white fingers, painted with wine-red nail polish, gripped my thigh tightly. She tilted her head back desperately to expose more of her throat for my penis to enter and exit, her eyes gleaming with large white patches, as if she were on the verge of unconsciousness.
Seeing Bai Liyuan's near-suffocation, I quickly withdrew my penis, but it was too late. Just before
it slipped out of her mouth, it was gripped by her incredibly tight, tender flesh. My already swollen, purplish-red glans went numb, and several thick streams of semen spurted from the urethral opening. Although the amount of semen was small, it shot powerfully into her open mouth, rushing into her still-open throat. Bai Liyuan couldn't help but clutch her throat, coughing repeatedly, almost choking.
"Yuanyuan, are you alright?" I asked with some concern.
"No, I'm fine." Seeing my concern, Bai Liyuan's face showed a touched expression. She waved her slender, white fingers and spoke gently.
At the same time, she raised her plump, slender neck, her smooth throat undulating, and swallowed my hot semen, still warm from my body. Immediately afterward, she relentlessly grabbed the still erect penis, extending two white, jade-like fingers painted with wine-red nail polish to form a circle, encircling the swollen, purplish-red glans. Her smooth, delicate fingers gently squeezed the penis, and the semen I had previously held back flowed out immediately with her squeeze.
Bai Liyuan, unhurried, extended a long, slender, white middle finger. The tip, painted with wine-red nail polish, gently scraped the tip of her penis, scooping up the thick, white semen into her nail. The still-pungent semen clung to her delicate, white finger, creating a striking contrast with her wine-red nail.
"Honey, just shoot if you want to. Don't hold it in, it's bad for your little brother," Bai Liyuan pouted, her voice sweet and seductive.
She raised her head, her peach-blossom eyes shimmering with allure, looking at me with irresistible charm. Her cherry lips parted slightly, revealing her tender, smooth mouth. Then, she gently and gracefully inserted her white, semen-covered finger into her mouth. Her long, bright red tongue swirled around, sucking up the semen contained within her wine-red nail. The white fluid churned in her tender mouth, mingling with her clear saliva before being swallowed.
"Husband, my little brother tastes really good." Bai Liyuan licked her slender middle finger repeatedly with her bright red tongue, as if she were licking ice cream. Her jade-like face showed a look of lingering satisfaction, as if my semen was some rare delicacy to her.
Bai Liyuan kept her head tilted back the whole time. The wine-red lipstick that was originally on her cherry lips had faded slightly after being ravaged by my big penis, but after being moistened by my semen, it regained its bright color. There were still two faint traces of saliva at the corners of her red mouth, but it did not detract from the beauty and charm of her plump jade-like face.
Her slender, fair body was wrapped in a long, flowing lace dress adorned with black chrysanthemum patterns. Her long, straight, white legs were encased in 11-centimeter stiletto heels with silver openwork mesh ankle boots. She appeared utterly submissive to me, every glance, every smile displaying boundless love and obedience. How could I not be overjoyed that such a stunning beauty was willing to be my captive?
"Husband, your little brother's been a bit fishy lately. Is it because the food I cooked was too 'heaty'?" Bai Liyuan smacked her lips a few times, as if savoring my semen, her peach-blossom eyes gazing at me with gentle, flowing eyes as she spoke softly.
"Yuanyuan, any man would get aroused seeing you," I said with a slight smile, my hands tenderly caressing her cheeks, her delicate, smooth skin almost melting under my fingertips.
"No, I only want you, my husband." Bai Liyuan gave me a reproachful look, but the expression on her face showed that she didn't mind the compliment.
As she spoke, she opened her mouth and took one of my index fingers into it, licking and sucking it as if it were my penis. I felt my finger slide into a warm, narrow space, where a plump, slippery tongue was teasing it. Intrigued, I countered by inserting my middle finger as well, the two fingers pinching and kneading the slippery tongue. Just those two fingers were enough to make Bai Liyuan pant and her eyes shimmer.
"Husband... ah," Bai Liyuan shook her head, temporarily freeing herself from my fingers. She finally caught her breath, but still tilted her head back, her almond-shaped eyes filled with a wet, spring-like desire, and said in a sweet voice, "
I want... husband's little brother, don't you want it?" Her eyes were fixed on my proudly erect penis, her voice sweet and cloyingly pleading.
I then noticed that her jade-like cheeks were flushed a vibrant peach color. Sometime earlier, a long, slender, white arm had fallen to her crotch, and beneath her lifted, flowing black chrysanthemum-patterned dress, her movements were slight and rhythmic. Judging from the slight rise and fall of her full, rounded belly and her impatiently opening and closing of her long, white legs, this beautiful woman could no longer suppress her burgeoning desire.
"But...is this appropriate?" I hesitated, glancing around. At this moment, we were alone in this secluded cemetery, surrounded by lush vegetation—a perfect natural setting for our tryst. But we were, after all, at Gao Song's tomb. Even though Bai Liyuan and I had resolved our illicit affair, making love in front of my deceased father and ex-husband's tombstones still felt strange.
Bai Liyuan naturally understood my concerns. A fleeting, almost imperceptible sadness crossed her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, but it was quickly melted away by the burning passion within her. She impatiently reached out to unbuckle my belt, saying gently, "Husband, we've already sworn an oath. Your father will understand."
As she spoke, my pants were already deftly undone by her ten slender, white fingers. She leaped from the ground with the agility of a female leopard, her legs, clad in 11-centimeter stiletto heels and silver openwork mesh ankle boots, taking a few steps back. With a slight twist of her long, full waist　 , she sat on the white marble tombstone.
"Husband, come on, use your big brother to fuck me." Bai Liyuan's voice was now sickeningly sweet. Such explicit and sensual words, uttered from her dignified and elegant cherry lips, made my blood boil, and my massive penis hardened even more.
Turning my gaze to her, Bai Liyuan's actions at that moment made my nose bleed even more. Her height, combined with her 11-centimeter heels, meant that when she stretched out her long legs, they could easily touch the ground. Therefore, her plump, white buttocks could sit perfectly atop the tombstone, her long, straight white legs spread wide in a V-shape. Her dark chrysanthemum-patterned lace dress was lifted from the front, exposing her entire voluptuous, white hips to me.
My vision blurred for a moment, because beneath the dark chrysanthemum-patterned lace dress, her entire plump, white abdomen and inner thighs came into view. She wore only a silver thong with thin straps, made of only three silver straps, the single strap deeply embedded in her two rosy, full lips. Her entire high, rounded mound was completely bare, smooth and slippery like a plump white peach. Apart from the decorative silver thong, large swaths of smooth, white flesh were as abundant as cream.
A long, slender, and fair hand slid down to her crotch. Her long, delicate fingers were as white and tender as scallion stalks, and her long nails were painted with wine-red nail polish, making her look incredibly alluring and seductive. This noblewoman's jade hand roamed incessantly between her legs, even inserting her longest middle and index fingers into her honeyed orifice. The long red nails and two knuckles had disappeared inside the crimson lips, and the two plump petals were spread open by her jade fingers, revealing the bright red flesh. Her slender jade hand moved lasciviously within the bright red flesh, frantically kneading the buds on the moist petals. The flesh inside the honeyed orifice constantly wriggled and contracted, foreshadowing a storm brewing within her honeyed orifice.
Besides the two delicate, white fingers that were constantly fidgeting, Bai Liyuan's other three fingers were gracefully raised, like soft, white orchids. On her ring finger was a large ring, an antique pure gold band set with a flawless pearl, surrounded by a ring of shimmering silver diamonds. This priceless pearl and diamond ring trembled slightly in the air as the two jade fingers inside her moist vulva fidgeted, creating a scene that, together with her constantly rolling, red, tender flesh, was both alluring and pure.
I was suddenly struck by a realization. The pearl and diamond ring on Bai Liyuan's hand was the one I had given her—our wedding ring, and also my parents' wedding ring. The gold band symbolized their past love, while the pearl and diamond were a testament to our present union. This ring not only signified our vows but also represented my and my father's love for Bai Liyuan. Bai Liyuan wore this ring wherever she went, proving that she would never forget these two men, the two most important men in her life.
Without a second thought, I stepped forward and lifted her spread, white legs. Her already unbuttoned pants were pulled down to her crotch, and my hot, erect penis found its target like a guided missile. Before I could do anything else, her smooth, soft, white hands had already grasped mine. Bai Liyuan eagerly guided my penis to her already wet lips.
"Ah..." With a pleasurable moan, I thrust my penis, covered in Bai Liyuan's saliva, inside her. Because she had already teased me so thoroughly, the insertion was very smooth. I pushed my penis further, breaking through the layers of tight folds of flesh, until the large glans touched the smooth, plump flesh of her vulva.
Immediately afterward, I began to thrust my hips rhythmically, pumping my massive penis deep into Bai Liyuan's full vulva with each stroke, pushing open and flattening the folds of flesh within her vaginal canal. As my penis withdrew, those tender folds of flesh were scraped by the swollen shaft, bringing with them copious amounts of nectar secreted from her vulva, which flowed down our joined genitals.
Bai Liyuan swayed her plump, slender waist, thrusting her luscious white peach-like vulva to meet my penis. Her full, plump white buttocks sat on the tombstone, the two mounds of white flesh drooping due to her weight, rippling with each thrust of my strong thighs. As our intercourse became more intense, the dark chrysanthemum-patterned gauze skirt that had been lifted up gradually loosened.
One time, as I thrust my enormous penis deep into her full, tender flower core, squeezing my large glans into her warm, slippery flower chamber, Bai Liyuan's body involuntarily convulsed. Her long, white legs kicked aimlessly, and her long, dark chrysanthemum-patterned gauze skirt slipped down, cascading down from her plump, white buttocks with a "whoosh."
The thin, long gauze skirt, like a half-open umbrella, covered the entire white marble tombstone. On the hazy gauze, embroidered with delicate, beautiful dark chrysanthemums, Gao Song, smiling憨憨地 in his black-and-white portrait, silently watched everything unfolding before him.
In the mountains after the rain, the air was unexpectedly fresh and pleasant. Birds circled in the air, poised to take flight and aim at the cemetery below, where food lay among the weeds. Following the bird's gaze downwards, all that could be seen was the back of a man as tall and imposing as a mountain peak. His long, dark blue trench coat hung down to his calves, obscuring everything behind him.
On the man's thick neck, exposed outside the coat, were a pair of plump, slender, white arms, their long, jade-like fingers intertwined, the tightly clenched knuckles revealing the woman's intense passion. Her long fingertips, painted with burgundy nail polish, and the large pearl and diamond ring on her ring finger stood out strikingly against the man's dark blue trench coat and thick black hair.
Around the man's waist, a long, slender, white leg was wrapped. The calf, sculpted like white jade, was long and straight, plump and well-proportioned without an ounce of excess fat. On the foot were 11-centimeter stiletto heels in silver openwork mesh ankle boots. Several delicate white toes, painted with wine-red nail polish, peeked out from the small fish-mouth opening. Judging from the taut shape of the toes, the owner of this long, white leg was currently experiencing a violent surge of energy.
Looking around to the side of the couple, however, presented a completely different scene. The man's chiseled features were cold and imposing, while the woman's jade-like face was voluptuous and striking. Both had high, straight noses, making them appear as if they were related, forcing them to tilt their heads to kiss. From the corners of their mouths, one could frequently see the silhouettes of two long tongues of different colors intertwining, exchanging saliva without restraint, each wanting to absorb the other into their very being. Their passionate and lingering love was truly enviable.
One of the woman's jade-like legs was wrapped around the man's waist, while the other stood on the ground for balance. Her long, straight, white leg seemed to be carved from mutton-fat jade. The leg, encased in 11-centimeter stiletto heels and silver openwork mesh ankle boots, was taut and straight like a cone, resembling a perfectly intact cedar tree from the side. Because her dark chrysanthemum-patterned lace skirt was lifted, her nearly naked hips were fully visible. Her creamy white lower body revealed a prominent, peach-like vulva, adorned with a thong made of several thin silver straps. As the thick, arm-like penis thrust in and out, the purely decorative thong was pulled deeper into the full, rosy lips.
"Ah...husband...I'm going crazy...what do I do..."
The woman let out a series of cloying moans, her long, slender, white fingers gripping the man's neck tightly. Her long, wine-red nail polished fingertips almost dug deep into his thick neck flesh, but only in this way could she maintain her balance and forcefully spread her alluring legs wide, revealing her seductive, wet vulva for the man to manipulate.
My breathing suddenly quickened as I stared involuntarily at the beautiful woman before me, her rock-like buttocks moving rapidly as if powered by a motor. Bai Liyuan's plump, snow-white body thrust and manipulated the large penis relentlessly, our genitals seamlessly joined together, "Gurgle...gurgle..." The sounds of pleasure echoed continuously from their point of union.
As I thrust deeper, I pressed myself almost entirely against Bai Liyuan's body. My hands slipped under her long, black chrysanthemum lace dress, grasping her ample, plump breasts through her thin bra held together by a few delicate straps. I vigorously shook, rubbed, and kneaded them, causing her white, melon-like breasts to twist and contort, forming layers of snow-white waves.
In the intense pleasure, Bai Liyuan trembled—the enormous, hard penis pressed against the tender flesh at the tip of her vulva, sending a sudden, unprecedented tingling sensation through her body. Her vaginal canal tightened rapidly due to this sudden tingling, firmly enveloping the invading penis. This made her, who had already become accustomed to the large penis, feel its immense size again, as if it were about to tear her body apart.
"Ah..." Bai Liyuan let out a slightly trembling scream. I suddenly pulled my large penis out from the depths of her vaginal walls and then violently thrust it back in. This sudden, forceful thrusting caught Bai Liyuan completely off guard. With each impact, her voluptuous body convulsed, and she emitted lewd and disordered moans.
"Mmm...you bad boy...husband...go slower!" Bai Liyuan clung tightly to her lover's neck, enduring wave after wave of his large penis's
thrusts. This feeling of being penetrated was a different kind of enjoyment from the initial, gradual entry. In the moments of being penetrated inch by inch, she could savor the taste of physical union. But in this wave of penetration, she had no time to savor it, only passive acceptance, yet this only brought her an irrational pleasure!
No matter how much Bai Liyuan pleaded, I only focused on thrusting my hips, scraping my massive penis against the tight, fleshy walls of her vaginal canal, relentlessly plunging deep into her full, juicy core, roughly stirring her tender, slippery flower chamber. Bai Liyuan was driven to trembling ecstasy by my ministrations, her soul almost leaving her body, utterly powerless as I manipulated and thrust into her. However, from my increasingly heavy breathing, it was easy to sense that I was also experiencing wave after wave of pleasure.
"Ah... fuck me to death... oh oh... it's hitting the spot..." Completely disoriented from the penetration, Bai Liyuan no longer cared about shame or decency, forgetting her status and position. She could no longer recall her original reserve and dignity, and lewd words she had never uttered before began to emerge.
Aside from my father and me, probably no one would believe that this usually soft-spoken, gentle-spoken, and even undignified noblewoman, who never argued, could utter such vulgarities from her cherry-like mouth. Once that barrier was broken, Bai Liyuan seemed to have ripped off a veil, becoming increasingly unrestrained. No longer content to be squeezed against the tombstone and fucked, she tightly embraced my thick neck, clamping her smooth, white legs around my waist, twisting and grinding her plump, white buttocks to meet the thrusts of my massive penis.
Hearing her son's vulgar words and praising tone, Bai Liyuan experienced an unprecedented stimulation. Her large, white buttocks eagerly responded to the manipulation of his large, fleshy penis. She opened her almond-shaped eyes, which were full of flowing light, and looked lovingly at her son's face, which was as hard and cold as marble. The thought of being manipulated by this man who was both her husband and son made the unique stimulation, mixed with immorality and adultery, even more exhilarating. She continued to sway her buttocks, her sexy little mouth slightly open, her fragrant lips teasing each other.
Bai Liyuan looked at the tall man manipulating her with hazy eyes, an uncontrollable pleasure flowing from the bottom of her heart. She was no longer a young girl who had never experienced love. Nearing forty, she had been with more than one man. Even with this young man in front of her, they had had countless sexual encounters. They had indulged in the taste of carnal pleasure in various places, such as the bedroom, the balcony, the car, the swimming pool, and the countryside. But this time was completely different. In this desolate, deserted cemetery, she sat beneath her late husband's tombstone, her long, bare, smooth legs spread wide, welcoming the penis of her son and husband, letting him thrust and pluck within her honeyed flower path. This unique and complex sensation was more intoxicating than she had imagined.
It was all predestined. Heaven had given her such beauty and figure, allowing her to possess what other women dreamed of, while also arranging for her a life of hardship and displacement. It had made her experience the separation of loved ones by death, the ravages and violations of lewd men, and also granted her passion and love that ordinary people could not feel.
Now, she possessed the most perfect man in the world. He was both strong and gentle, both domineering and meticulous, both decisive and thoughtful—he could fulfill every woman's fantasy. This man gave her unprecedented love and security, and sexual experiences far beyond her imagination. He had brought her unprecedented satisfaction, both physically and mentally.
What's most precious is that this perfect man is her own son by blood, the baby she carried for ten months. He not only avenged her father but also brought happiness to her mother. What could be more exciting than this?
Thinking of this, Bai Liyuan felt an overwhelming joy and peace welling up inside her. This joy, mixed with the intense pleasure emanating from her lower body, spread like a sweet and warm current throughout her body, penetrating every cell and making her body and soul tremble.
Her plump, fair body convulsed violently, her two long, alabaster-like legs arching upwards, coiling tightly around the man's waist like two large white snakes. Then, her full, rounded belly heaved, and a large amount of clear fluid mixed with white semen gushed from her peach-like orifice, dripping onto the white marble tomb and slowly flowing into the soil mixed with yellow wine.
A wisp of thin white smoke rose slowly from beside the tomb, filling the air with a sweet, cloying aroma, like orchids and musk mixed with the scent of wine.
After the rain in the empty mountains, the weather became clear and moist. The row of pine trees on the top of Qinglin Mountain appeared even greener than usual, and on the branches of one large pine tree was a bird's nest made of weeds and twigs. Inside the nest were two little goldfinches, chirping for food. Except for the yellowish-green tips of their wings, their bodies were covered with dark brown down, making them inconspicuous among the pine branches. The baby goldfinches, only two or three months old, huddled together like two fluffy balls for warmth. They were clearly hungry, constantly shaking their little heads and looking around as if searching for something.
In the distance came the sound of wings flapping in the air. An adult female goldfinch landed above the nest. She was slender and graceful, with brightly colored plumage, and two or three times the size of her chicks. When she landed on the branch, she shook off a dozen raindrops, sprinkling them on the heads of the chicks below. The chicks simply shook their heads to shake off the raindrops, then eagerly opened their beaks and cried out to their mother.
The mother goldfinch gazed lovingly at her chicks. She opened her sharp beak and spat out an insect she had recently caught. The two tiny beaks eagerly pecked at it, jostling and scrambling to share the insect. Then they raised their heads and called to their mother. The mother goldfinch calmly spat out another insect, watching her chicks nervously and happily fight over it until her own mouth was empty. Then, she flapped her wings and flew away again, resuming her hunt.
The pine forest and the weeds in the cemetery below provided a rich food source for the goldfinches, but these chicks had large appetites. The hardworking mother goldfinch had to make several trips back and forth to feed them all. During this time, she barely ate anything herself, only eating after her chicks were full. After their meal, the two chicks curled up and fell asleep. The mother goldfinch stretched out her wings to cover them, preening her feathers with her sharp beak.
With each peck, her emerald-yellow feathers became smoother. One yellow feather got caught on a branch; though reluctant, the mother goldfinch had no choice but to peck it off.
The detached feather drifted down from the pine tree, floating and drifting until it reached the ground. As the feather looked down, the scenery below became increasingly clear.
Below the row of pine trees lay the back of a small hill in the cemetery, rows of bluestone tombstones partially hidden among the weeds. Only below where the feather had fallen was the weed cleared, revealing a white marble tomb. The tall tombstone stood prominently against the ground, and several offerings of drunken chicken and smoked fish lay before it, all now cold and lifeless.
A gentle breeze swept by, causing the yellow feather to somersault several times in the air, making it even more agile. It circled a few times, drawing closer to the ground and taking in everything below.
A strong, mountain-like male body stood before the tombstone. The man's black shirt was soaked with sweat, revealing the outline of his solid, muscular frame. His legs were spread wide, his knees slightly bent to lower his long legs encased in his trousers. Judging from the depth his shoes sank into the mud, he had been in this position for some time. His trousers and underwear were pulled down, nestled beneath his rock-hard buttocks. Thick body hair grew at the base of his thighs, swaying with the vigorous movements of his hips.
Beneath the man's legs, on the smooth, white marble tombstone, lay a dark blue trench coat. The soft, comfortable checkered fabric kept the kneeling, slender, pale female body from touching the cold stone. The woman knelt with her buttocks back, her voluptuous and slender body half-covered in a long, dark chrysanthemum-patterned lace dress. From her slender shoulders to her beautiful shoulder blades, and even her slightly full waist, everything was wrapped in black lace fabric, while her entire smooth, white lower body was exposed to the air. Her two long, alabaster-white legs knelt straight on her trench coat, her jade-like feet, clad in 11-centimeter stiletto heels and silver openwork mesh ankle boots, touched the ground only with her toes. Her delicate white toes, painted with burgundy nail polish, were slightly arched, as if enduring some kind of pleasurable yet painful stimulation.
The woman's body was folded like the letter Z, her large, plump, breathtakingly white buttocks raised high into the air, the creamy, smooth flesh rippling with dazzling white waves with each thrust from the man behind her. A thin silver thong was tied around her full, smooth waist. Two thin silver straps met above her large, white buttocks, one extending from her plump, smooth abdomen to her smooth, hairless vulva, deeply embedded in her swollen, bright red labia. The two full, plump labia were covered in clear nectar, and as the thin straps of the thong swayed, the tender red flesh inside the vulva, like a clam, held a thick, ambiguous white fluid.
However, although the vulva bore obvious signs of being ravaged by a man's penis, there was no sign of penetration. But if you turned your gaze upwards, the answer would be clear. Right above the vulva, a thick, powerful penis was steadily and forcefully thrusting in and out, entering and exiting the woman's anus.
The woman, in terms of both figure and skin, was a rare beauty; her anus must also be meticulously maintained. However, the chrysanthemum bud before one's eyes was completely unrecognizable, because the man's penis was simply too large and too long. When that huge thing was inserted, the entire anus was stretched open by the thick shaft, and the faint red lines on the chrysanthemum bud spread out, making one worry that the delicate skin might be torn and bleed. And when that huge shaft was withdrawn, the tender flesh inside the anus was also scraped out. At this moment, the two long white legs that were stretched on the trench coat would tremble inexplicably, as if the pain caused by the man's thrusting was so unbearable.
The yellow feather finally fell down, landing precisely on the wine-red hair bun of the kneeling woman. As her delicate body trembled and swayed involuntarily, the feather drifted back a distance, and then got into the butterfly-shaped pure gold hair clip embedded in the teardrop-shaped hair bun, like adding a natural ornament to the woman's dignified and noble hair bun, perfectly natural and harmonious.
Although we'd been having sex in this quiet cemetery for over two hours, my large penis was still as strong and powerful as an iron rod, while Bai Liyuan beneath me was showing signs of being ravaged. Both her vaginas, including her mouth, were filled with my thick semen; only her rarely used anus remained. Since that night at the white wedding, when I personally deflowered her anus, this uniquely flavorful, narrow passage had been idle for some time. After all, Bai Liyuan had too many delicious things to savor, and she usually didn't want to miss a single drop of my fluids.
So, when I reinserted my large penis into her anus, it took considerable effort to reopen the restored anal canal. Her virgin anus blossomed anew under the thrust of my massive penis. Of course, Bai Liyuan also suffered quite a bit. Each thrust of my large penis was like stirring her tender anal flesh with an iron rod. But this pain was accompanied by an indescribable pleasure. It was the feeling of being conquered, where a woman's entire being was occupied by a man. Combined with the natural enveloping effect of the sphincter muscles in her anus, it created a deep, deadly stimulation that made her tremble and spasm all over, and she let out a series of cloying moans.
As I rapidly thrust my massive penis in and out of her already wet chrysanthemum bud, I caressed and kneaded her plump, white buttocks, occasionally patting them lightly with my palm. Every touch of my palm stirred up waves of alluring, creamy flesh. With each movement, her voluptuous, slender body trembled, her ample breasts, encased in dark chrysanthemum lace, heaving and swaying, creating dazzling waves that occasionally bumped against the white marble tombstone in front of her—a truly seductive sight.
Her chrysanthemum bud, neglected for some time, tightly gripped my enormous member. Its diameter was much narrower than her vaginal opening. The tight, dense rings of sphincter muscles within her anus tightly bound and constricted my constantly moving shaft. With my continued manipulation, her tense body gradually relaxed, and her anus became less stiff than before. The intestinal cavity became soft, slippery, and warm, like water gently enveloping my inserted shaft.
After I released her, the flesh on Bai Liyuan's buttocks snapped back and clenched tightly, deepening the cleft between her buttocks. As my enormous member thrust in and out of her anus, the rear half was gripped and rubbed by her full buttocks. After being thrust into her tight anus for a while, it secreted some fluid, just like before, making her anus...

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