Business dinners

A storm seemed imminent; the oppressive sky made me feel restless and anxious. Gao Tian still hadn't appeared; he was stuck with me like chewing gum glue. My life had become like a pile of incomprehensible salad dressing—this clever, arrogant fellow, whom I both loved and pitied, yet couldn't get rid of. After the typhoon came torrential rain. It was said that on the night of the typhoon, the city's telecommunications equipment shut down for a period. Later, some said that the telecommunications department, in cooperation with the police, deliberately stopped all communication equipment. This large-scale operation mobilized police forces from other areas; some said that plainclothes police had arrived several days earlier, and several key figures had already been apprehended.
A supervisory team from the provincial department arrived, and all those arrested were sent to other locations. The television reported that a criminal gang that had been committing crimes for years had been completely captured in this operation. Gao Tian appeared on television, smiling broadly as he accepted the provincial department's commendation for those who had contributed to the operation. The mastermind behind this operation was a gang leader named He Biao, but I knew he was just Yuan Zhen's puppet; the real boss was Yuan Zhen. I had no news of Yuan Zhen, nor of Gao Tian. Haiyang volunteered to lead a poverty alleviation team to the remote mountainous area, and I didn't want to inquire through them. I slammed the TV off, a strange resentment rising within me. He hadn't called me since I returned, and as a married woman, I certainly wouldn't rush to his door like a lonely, resentful wife. These days, I've been either at work or at home, not in the mood. I've declined many social engagements, being extremely cautious, but I really had no other choice. Bored at home, burdened with worries, and unable to dispel them, I didn't even dare drink, fearing Gao Tian might appear at any moment.
After the storm came the sunshine; the sweltering heat was swept away by the storm, and a cool breeze and pleasant temperature filled the air. It was time to go outside for some fresh air. I changed in the office restroom, wearing a printed silk dress and tying my hair up in a ponytail, which made me look neat and tidy. After giving a few instructions, I drove off, aimlessly strolling through several streets. The roads were congested with pedestrians and vehicles, and before I knew it, I had driven out of the city and onto the seaside avenue. I rolled down the windows, letting the sea breeze caress my hair and body, a refreshing and invigorating feeling that made me puff out my chest even more. I secretly lit a cigarette; smoking in the speeding car with the wind raging outside was a delightful experience, a kind of wicked pleasure and indulgence.
I realized I was heading towards the Seaview Villas, and the beautiful bay view stretched out before me. Cliffs, mangroves, and egrets in flight were all reflected in the mirror-like blue water, overlapping with the white clouds in the sky, like a scene from a myth. As my car climbed the asphalt road in front of the villas, I spotted a familiar black car parked in front of another building. Out of caution, I didn't use my key but rang the doorbell. I hoped that once the door opened, I would immediately see the face I longed for. But it didn't happen. The moment the door opened, I only saw Gao Tian covering his face in surprise with his hands. I went inside and closed the door. I tried to remove Gao Tian's hands from his face, and I found that he was choking back tears.
I dropped the bag I was carrying and gently pulled Gao Tian into my arms. He leaned on my shoulder like a child, letting his tears soak my clothes. My tears also welled up. After a while, I gently lifted Gao Tian's head, cradling his cheeks in my hands, and our tearful eyes finally met. Suddenly, Gao Tian, like a raging beast, pulled me tightly into his arms, as if he could ignore the world because of it. His arms tightened their grip from time to time until I let out a soft moan. He then kissed my cheeks, his sucking like a giant magnet, and I felt like I was about to be devoured. Gao Tian's unstoppable embrace made my breasts, pressed tightly against his chest, throb with pain, as if they were about to burst from the immense pressure. I was melted by the immense power of his embrace: my flesh was disappearing, my bones were shattering. I felt myself turning into a wisp of smoke, dissolving into Gao Tian's blood. I didn't know I couldn't leave this man!
I felt Gao Tian's body trembling uncontrollably, but I couldn't control him, nor could I tell if it was from tension or excitement. He held me even tighter, his hands enveloping my abdomen, feeling my body trembling beneath my silk dress. We remained silent, letting the sensation continue. Gradually, his hands became restless. He slipped his hands inside my dress from the shoulders, touching my smooth skin. His hands moved upwards, his fingers touching the lower edge of my breasts. As I watched his hands caress my breasts, my nipples swelled with excitement. Gao Tian pressed his lower abdomen closer to mine, the bulge in his pants touching my stomach through my clothes. He then moved his fingers to the tips of my breasts; I had no doubt that my nipples were erect. He pressed and squeezed them with two fingers, gently kneading these soft mounds. At this moment, I clenched my fists, and I felt his body suddenly contract. For a moment, he bent over as if he had been punched in the abdomen.
My swollen breasts felt the increasing pressure, then he released them, letting his fingers glide over the firm peaks of my breasts. At this moment, my nipples pressed against his palms. Carefully, he continued to caress my nipples, pressing his abdomen closer to maintain the pressure of his pants, as if teasing and tormenting his opponent. Then I saw a mirror on the wall. The woman's face in the mirror was filled with lust. Her eyes were wide open, her face flushed, her mouth slightly open, and her body writhed restlessly in the man's embrace. Gao Tian grabbed my slender waist, turned me around, and pressed me onto the sofa. My abdomen pressed against the soft, plush armrest, my entire weight supported by my elbows, and my buttocks were raised. He zipped up his pants and pulled out his thick, erect penis. He pressed himself against me from behind, staring into my eyes through the mirror. He lifted my skirt, pulled aside my underwear, and pressed his penis against my vulva.
His penis slid over my vagina, rubbing against my wet vulva with a burning sensation. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to penetrate me, but just kept sliding and rubbing against me. Suddenly, I couldn't bear it for even a second longer. I raised my buttocks and let his penis enter me. Then, a suction force pulled me close to his penis. My nerve endings were filled with intense sensations, so much so that as his penis rubbed against me, a few drops of semen leaked out. As his penis pierced my vagina and pressed tightly inside, I felt his thick pubic hair brush against my smooth buttocks. He pressed his hands against my labia, and I immediately felt a surge of excitement, letting out a whimper—a sound of half surprise and half ecstasy. A wondrous, heavenly pleasure surged through me. I moved my hips, making his penis pound against my vulva even harder. I twisted my waist and swayed my hips with excitement, moaning beneath him. I used wanton postures to tease and please him while satisfying myself, until I was struck by orgasm, waves of electric-like tingling sensations spreading throughout my body.
His heavy breathing turned into howls, unbelievable cries that once again propelled me to the peak of excitement. The sudden swelling and fullness told me his orgasm was imminent. I stopped all movement and pressed tightly against his paper-thin, completely still penis, feeling the stimulation of stillness produce an immense, devilish pleasure. His penis throbbed slowly and dreamily inside me, while my vagina, having received ample stimulation, twitched. Then, just before he lost consciousness, he thrust his penis faster and faster, the flesh slapping against flesh with each up-and-down motion. Nothing could control him anymore; the pent-up nectar finally flowed out, albeit slowly, dripping out.
I bent my body lower, my hips raised higher, allowing him to rub my erogenous zones closer. In the mirror, I saw his face, lost in the joy of impending release, which brought me to my third orgasm. I made him press himself down, letting him release himself inside me one last time, ejaculating the semen that had been suppressed for so long. As the orgasm slowly receded like the receding tide, I could still feel his penis still firmly inside me. I deliberately clenched my vaginal muscles, transmitting my arousal to him. I tightened and relaxed repeatedly, even though I knew he was exhausted. In this final, remaining struggle, he cried out again, but whether it was from joy or surprise, even he himself didn't know.
We exchanged a smile, both pleased with our earlier passionate outburst. He said, "Lin Hong, do you know I did something earth-shattering? I arrested Yuan Zhen." My heart skipped a beat. Although I was somewhat prepared, I knew I'd stirred up a hornet's nest this time. My genitals were soaked with his semen, and I covered myself with my hand as I headed to the bathroom to clean myself. He then proceeded to describe with great pride the circumstances of Yuan Zhen's arrest. When he led the provincial police officers into his house, his wife and children were having dinner. He said Yuan Zhen was still quite arrogant, and he told the officers to wait while he went to make a phone call. Luckily, I managed to restrain him in time. Yuan Zhen, wearing a coat and carrying a bag, looked as if he were going to a banquet. I rolled my eyes at him, and he finally stopped talking; after all, we had spent some time with Yuan Zhen.
"Why didn't you call me?" I asked, somewhat annoyed. He said, "I didn't dare let anyone know where I was. Many people are looking for me, including Zhongping and Xiaoya, and I was afraid you wouldn't be able to refuse their kindness and would tell them." "If I hadn't come today, how long would you have held out? You know how worried I was about you!" I said, tears welling up in my eyes. He hugged me and settled me on the sofa, saying, "Okay, we're together again." I saw that the villa was a mess, like a retreating army after a defeat, with cigarette butts, tissues, used dishes and chopsticks, and dirty clothes and socks lying around everywhere. I asked, "Have you been hiding here all this time?" "Yes, I wanted to be alone." He started tidying up, and I said again, "How long do you plan to hide? Gao Tian, some problems can't be solved just by running away." "I know, I'll wait until Yuan Zhen is transferred elsewhere." He was stuffing a large pile of dirty clothes into the washing machine when he realized he had let something slip and stopped, looking at me.
I pretended not to notice and continued mopping the floor. I said, "There's definitely nothing left in the fridge. I should go to the supermarket." "Wait a minute, let's go together," he said. I smiled, "So lovey-dovey, it's just a trip to the supermarket. You're just afraid I'll reveal your whereabouts, aren't you?" "Lin Hong, Haiyang and Zhongping absolutely cannot know about this," Gao Tian said seriously. "Is it that serious? They're trying to avoid this right now, why would they get involved in this mess?" I laughed at his overly cautious nature. With a woman's intuition, I felt that although they were both keeping themselves tightly under wraps, they definitely had something going on with Yuan Zhen, and it wasn't just about money. We drove to the supermarket together. He asked how long I could stay. I said I couldn't disappear like you; I have family and many things to decide at work.
In the supermarket with its rows of shelves, I answered two phone calls. I noticed Gao Tian was watching me closely. He still didn't trust me; it's a bad habit of police officers—in their eyes, everyone on the street seems suspicious. He sensed my displeasure and said this was a critical period, and he couldn't afford to be careless. I asked him what was so special, but he didn't say. Both shopping carts were overflowing, and I said, "Gao Tian, are you crazy?" He said the struggle had to continue, the revolution wouldn't succeed overnight, and comrades needed to be fully prepared. He seemed happy, and my lingering unease vanished. At checkout, the cashier looked at us with suspicion, and Gao Tian jokingly told him we were going to aid Africa. That's how men are; I understand. For a victorious man, defeating his rival and then trampling on him brings him excitement and glory, and Gao Tian felt the same way. We worked together to load the items into the carts, and as we left, he cautiously observed his surroundings for a while. That day, just before
I was about to leave work, Xiao Ya, whom I hadn't seen in a while, suddenly called and arranged to meet at a quiet Chaozhou restaurant. I tried to remember the location of the restaurant and asked Xiao Ya what its specialties were. Xiaoya said this restaurant's only special feature was its high price. I laughed at that. I dressed myself up, looking radiant in a newly bought, soft, ankle-length, light green silk dress. The low-cut neckline and ruffles accentuated my ample breasts. I wore four-inch heels, also green, and a new handbag. The dress clung tightly to my body, highlighting my curves. Entering
the restaurant, I was immediately struck by the decor. One side of the hall had an open stove displaying large frozen crabs and braised geese. The chef, wearing a towering white uniform and a pristine hat, stood guard, his face cold and ruthless, like an executioner. Perhaps due to the high prices, there weren't many customers, a stark contrast to the bustling, overly serviced restaurants I'd been to before. I knocked on the door of the private room, and heard a voice inviting me in; Xiaoya had clearly arrived long ago. I pushed the door open and entered. It seemed Xiaoya had just jumped up from the sofa. Zhongping's expression also adjusted almost instantly; he sat down on the sofa and flipped through the gold-embossed menu. There was an indescribable ambiguity between the two of them in the room. As I hesitated, Zhongping saw me, immediately stood up, and walked over with a broad smile. I could only feign surprise and politely greet him.
The room was spacious and exquisitely decorated, with a set of genuine leather sofas for guests to relax before their meal. The center was furnished entirely with rosewood furniture. Xiaoya had booked a room called "Stacked Spring," so there was no music in the background, only the sound of water. Xiaoya, on the other hand, showed no restraint whatsoever. Her hair, clearly freshly styled at a beauty salon, was neatly combed upwards and tied up, with small curls at her temples framing her face. Vibrant eyeshadow complemented her sparkling eyes. I settled down opposite them, and a waiter immediately brought tea. The tea was refreshing and fragrant, undoubtedly expensive. "Lin Hong, Gao Tian is back?" Xiao Ya seemed to be asking a question, or perhaps testing me. I put down my teacup. "Yes, I saw him on TV." "Lin Hong, you've met Gao Tian." Facing Zhong Ping's bespectacled eyes, I was momentarily speechless.
"Lin Hong, don't deny it. It's a matter of life and death," Xiao Ya said. A beautiful woman's serious expression is always captivating. Zhong Ping stopped her. He told Xiao Ya to go to the counter to order. Xiao Ya seemed displeased, turning away but not before glancing back at me for a moment. He said, "Lin Hong, at this point, let me explain the pros and cons to you before you make a decision." "Yuan Zhen has been arrested. I'm not worried about Yuan Zhen being the kind of upright, chivalrous, and tough guy, but is he that kind of person? You should know better than us, right? He's not!" He answered his own question, "Yuan Zhen is at best a vindictive, opportunistic coward. Today he's a prisoner, don't expect him to keep his mouth shut or take the risks for these people outside. He absolutely cannot, am I right?" He paused, and I tugged at my collar to avoid revealing my snow-white chest. Just then, Xiao Ya returned, her beautiful eyes foolishly scanning our faces.
"Let's talk about the relationship between us, including Gao Tian. We were once inseparable, like brothers, and we also fought side by side against a common enemy. Yuan Zhen's ability to become so wealthy and do whatever he wanted was inseparable from us as his backers. Without Haiyang, he could have easily monopolized the construction of public facilities in this city, and he could have won the land use rights in those prime locations. Without Gao Tian, his restaurants would be packed with customers, and his subordinates would dare to act recklessly. I overestimated myself and took more than my share, and I've eaten and used a lot of his food over the years. Take Haiyang, for example; his current position can be said to have been bought with money. Where did all this come from? Wasn't it all thanks to Yuan Zhen? Unfortunately, in the end, Gao Tian and Yuan Zhen see each other as enemies, wishing they could get rid of each other as soon as possible. What awaits us may be the same fate—imprisonment." At this moment, a waiter knocked on the door and came in to ask if the food was ready. Zhongping stopped talking and indicated that the food could be served.
He led me to the table, picked up a wine glass, swirled the liquid inside, and looked completely relaxed. A row of brightly dressed waitresses brought dishes to the table in an orderly fashion, and soon the table was covered with colorful, fragrant, and delicious food. Xiaoya had already started eating, but I had no appetite at all; my mind was completely on Zhongping's words. He continued, "Yuan Zhen is in prison now. If he reveals everything about us, not to mention Haiyang and me, just Gao Tian, who got his sworn brother out of prison a few years ago—that was a serious criminal sentenced to death." "And then there's the hit-and-run incident with Yuan Zhen," Xiaoya interjected, sucking on an oyster, some juice dripping down her chin. Zhongping answered a phone call and left his seat. I kicked Xiaoya across the table, "How can you be so sure I met Gao Tian?" "I could tell at a glance. Look at those unkempt eyebrows, those gleaming eyes, that oily, smooth skin. She must have been pampered by a man she admired to have such a captivating glow." She said softly, taking a large gulp of wine, savoring it carefully, then setting down her glass. Her fingers, which had touched oysters, left a sticky residue on the clear glass.
Zhongping returned and asked, "Lin Hong, I want to meet with Gao Tian and persuade him not to act rashly." His directness left me bewildered. Xiaoya was even more direct: "Haiyang is coming back soon. He said that no matter what, Gao Tian shouldn't hand over Yuan Zhen before he returns." I was completely confused, not knowing what they were talking about. Zhongping refilled my glass and said, "Yuan Zhen is still in Gao Tian's hands. Only Gao Tian knows exactly where he's being held." "What do you want me to do?" I asked, bewildered. Zhongping said, "Get Gao Tian to agree to let me meet him, and the sooner the better." The food on my plate tasted like cardboard. "Lin Hong, tell Gao Tian a principle: 'If one is tolerant, all are tolerant; if one is harmed, all are harmed.'" Zhongping, being a propagandist, spoke with persuasive conviction.
Later, I took my leave. I wanted to see Gao Tian and clarify the inner workings of their relationship. As I walked through the lobby, I realized my car keys were missing. I checked my bag but couldn't find them, so I assumed I'd left them on the table in the private room. The heavy carpet muffled my footsteps. Just as he was about to open the door, I heard a deep, intensely sexual sigh. A certain feeling within me made me stop in my tracks. I didn't know if my sudden knocking and abrupt intrusion had startled them. It wasn't surprising that Xiaoya slept with men; I was used to her promiscuity and debauchery. But the man on top of her made my head spin. This was completely unexpected! Why was this happening?! In the end, I chose to leave. I called my subordinate to bring another car. While waiting in the lobby, I kept thinking about that private room, those unrestrained moans and the sounds of flesh colliding. Xiaoya and Zhongping, like a truly shameless couple, were indulging in shameless and supreme pleasure.
After changing cars, I went to the supermarket and bought some more things before speeding towards the Haitian Villa. Gao Tian wasn't surprised by my arrival. He opened the door and hurriedly took the various shopping bags from my hands. He said, "Didn't you just buy a lot of groceries from the supermarket? Why are you buying more?" "This is a small supermarket; what good stuff can you find here? I'll cook you something delicious," I said, instructing him to arrange the flowers I had chosen. I said that what's lacking here most is romance, so I brought flowers and candles. "Gao Tian said, 'It seems you're quite meticulous.' The two of them found a wide-mouthed vase, filled it with water, put fresh flowers in it, and placed it on the dining table. The effect was indeed quite good.
Ignoring my advice, Gao Tian insisted on taking me to the kitchen to help open cans, wash vegetables, and so on. We chatted idly. I arranged a clean lobster on a plate, preparing to steam it. Gao Tian said, 'You can cut some white meat on it; it will have a faint meaty aroma and be more refreshing.' I asked him how he knew how to cook, since I knew nothing about cooking. He said that from now on, he would cook for me. 'You're not the police chief anymore,' I said, 'rumors have it that after this big roundup, Gao Tian is about to be promoted to a full-fledged position. Even if he becomes the chief, he'll still cook for you." "Food." He stood behind me as he said this, his warm breath brushing against the back of my neck. His other hand ruffled my hair, and his chin rested gently on my shoulder.
No words could please a woman more than such tender whispers. My body went limp, leaning back against him, my rounded buttocks pressing against his crotch, my posture mirroring his own. I felt his teeth lightly brush against my white neck, hard and deadly, then his tongue touched it lightly. Just as I thought he was about to bite me, he released my hair, leaned behind me, and enveloped the other half of my breasts. "Gao Tian, you're making it impossible for me to cook!" I murmured, my protest weak and feeble. "Are you excited now?" he asked, playfully biting the zipper on the back of my skirt with his mouth. He pulled down, and "whoosh!" the back of my skirt ripped open. His hands were now around to my chest, his fingers probing inside my bra, now touching both nipples.
"Gao Tian, stop it!" "I've met Xiaoya and Zhongping." As I said this, he immediately stopped all movement. "They know we've met?" Gao Tian turned me around, asking with a serious expression. I nodded, seeing his gloomy face, I seemed to realize the seriousness of the situation. "Gao Tian, they're doing this for your own good." I tried to defend myself, but he shouted, "They're only thinking of themselves!" "Don't be so loud!" I shouted back. He realized he was being too harsh, and he placed his hands on my shoulders, saying, "Lin Hong, you can't be indecisive in this matter. In our line of work, it's about striking decisively and without hesitation." "I don't care, you meet with Zhongping!" I said, feigning rudeness, then softened my tone: "Gao Tian, it won't hurt to meet him, to hear his opinion." "The meal was solemn, but for a moment, I could clearly feel a subtle impulse between us, so much so that the air seemed to crackle and burst, becoming lively and vibrant." "You'll mess this up!" "At the other end of the table, he turned and glared at me quickly, his gaze seemingly penetrating. I watched as Gao Tian walked around the table to the wine cabinet, carrying a bottle of red wine and filling a glass. His movements seemed casual, as if they meant nothing. But I could sense his inner dissatisfaction.
I took the wine glass, walked over, and sat close to him on his lap, lifting my legs and placing them under my body. His hands pulled off the straps of my dress, leaving my upper body almost naked." Lin Hong, dealing with Yuan Zhen isn't simple. If this opportunity is missed, the consequences will be endless. To be honest, Yuan Zhen isn't the little follower who used to follow us around anymore. He's grown wings; he can fly. You don't know how inflated he is now; even he doesn't know how thick the sky is or how wide the earth is. We've long been dissatisfied with him and planned to find a suitable opportunity to teach him a lesson. Haiyang and Zhongping both knew and agreed to the initial evidence gathering and material preparation, but they haven't carried it out yet for fear of getting themselves into trouble. I've long seen through their intentions, so I sent this plan to the provincial department, just in case they change their minds one day and let the provincial department handle the matter. "He spoke naturally and calmly, his expression casual and relaxed. I simply couldn't imagine the burning desire between us.
His penis was rubbing between my legs inside his pajama bottoms, my tight panties were already overflowing with arousal fluid. I took a big sip of wine, held it in my mouth and kissed him, slowly transferring the wine into his mouth. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, his hands wantonly caressing my breasts." "Gao Tian, this is too dangerous. For my sake, don't take the risk." "My words were full of allure and incitement. But my eyes, the way my head was tilted, appeared calm, though they were filled with an indescribable burning passion, a boiling lust.
His hand, which was stroking me, stopped. He looked at me with slight surprise, saying nothing. It was clear that Gao Tian was restraining his emotions, but his face was still ashen, and his chest heaved. Then he composed himself and said as calmly as possible, 'Lin Hong, I know you did all this for me. But wasn't everything I did also for you?' 'What does this have to do with me?' I took my wine glass and left him. 'Gao Tian, you used such extreme methods to deal with Yuan Zhen. Didn't you have any of that pitiful male pride involved?' I said without turning back as I walked to the window."
He slammed his hand on the table and shouted hoarsely, "Lin Hong, is this how you look at me!" The room fell silent. We stared at each other, speechless. Tears welled up uncontrollably. He noticed as I tried to hide them and came over to embrace me. "Lin Hong, it's my fault. I shouldn't have yelled at you." He murmured, sucking at my tears, "Don't be sad, baby. What do you think we should do? I'll listen to you. I'm really afraid of losing you." His words only made my tears flow more freely. I sobbed incoherently, "Gao Tian, I'm a woman. I just want to live a peaceful and stable life with the man I love. I don't like the bloodshed and conflict." My heart ached terribly. I thought of everything Gao Tian had done for me. Although our love wasn't a fleeting, earth-shattering romance, seeing him so agitated still evoked a sense of melancholy, as if it were a separation of life and death. Finally, after my persuasion, Gao Tian agreed to meet Zhong Ping. But he made a strange request: he would arrange every step of the date, and I was not to participate. I didn't care. We were already in bed, naked, letting his hands roam over my body. My nipples shamelessly hardened in his attentive palms, my body burned, and my labia were wet. All unpleasantness turned into a burning thirst, surging through my flesh like a tide. Nothing else existed in the world except Gao Tian's skillful fingers. My whole body was tense, enjoying the pleasure spreading to every sensitive area. All of this was a gift from Gao Tian.
Then my gaze shifted to his thick, erect penis, standing tall in the thick, curly pubic hair. The glans was wet and shiny, completely protruding from the foreskin, and the testicles in his large scrotum were round and firm. Gao Tian knelt between my spread and raised thighs, and my eyes were wide open. As he covered me, his warm body exuded a lemon scent mixed with the musky scent of male passion. His hands rested on the inside of my thighs, forcefully spreading them apart, his fingers probing into my soft labia. As his swollen glans gently touched my thirsty vulva, I couldn't help but moan. He carefully squeezed, causing my labia to open like blooming petals, the flowing fluids igniting my desire until it was completely ablaze. With an excited sigh, his penis plunged entirely into me. As he thrust powerfully, I could see the gleam in his eyes, his hot breath carrying a carnal scent that wafted onto my face. My body was completely filled by his hard penis; the glans inside me felt so deep, as if it were touching my cervix. His storm of thrusts made me feel his throbbing excitement. He kept staring at my face, his hips pumping violently back and forth.
I writhed beneath him, lifting my buttocks to welcome his penetration, unable to resist letting out pleasurable moans. The feeling of his wet penis sliding inside me was exquisite. As his penis thrust in and out, the muscles inside my slippery vagina clung tightly to it, as if unwilling to let go. A warm wave of pleasure surged through my abdomen, and I felt myself gradually reaching my peak—oh, almost there. He began to thrust wildly, and a rapid, whirlwind-like orgasm swept over me, my body suddenly feeling as if it were on fire. His thick penis filled my emptiness completely, pulling at my labia with each thrust, revealing the delicate pink inside, pressing tightly against the depths of my vagina, my weak pulse throbbing and accelerating. I wanted to scream, but the sound froze before it hit the air, unable to utter a single groan. I slumped against him, my lungs filled with the warmth he gave me, my lower body experiencing his rough thrusts. I pitifully buried my head on his shoulder, my full lips slightly parted, sweat seeping into my mouth, but I couldn't spit it out, just as my lower body couldn't expel his thick penis; all I had left was the strength to breathe. That exhilarating feeling of dominating and controlling everything surged from my heart, sweeping over me, igniting my desires, and engulfing everything… While I was cleaning myself in the bathroom, Gao Tian was lying in bed calling Zhong Ping. I don't know what they talked about, only that the call was long and included a gentle argument. When I came out, still wet and wrapped in a towel, he had already hung up. He said, “Zhong Ping will be here soon.” “So fast,” I said. He laughed triumphantly, “He’s more anxious than anyone else.” I didn’t know what he meant. I sat alone by the window, combing my hair. He then came over and sat down opposite me. We sat there for a while, but Gao Tian seemed calm. I cautiously asked, “Is Xiao Ya coming?” He didn’t answer, just nodded.
“Gao Tian, what’s going on between Xiao Ya and Zhong Ping?” I asked. He said, “What else? What’s going on between a man and a woman?” He grinned maliciously, his hands roaming restlessly over my body. Then he revealed another shocking secret: "And Haiyang knows everything about them!" "What?" I pressed. He said, "Haiyang is impotent. He was in a car accident a few years ago and has been unable to get an erection ever since." "That's pitiful," I couldn't help but sigh. At the same time, I realized something: "No wonder Haiyang has always been so chaste, with no romantic affairs." I laughed at my previous foolishness.
Turning back to see Gao Tian still naked, I said, "I really don't know what secrets you guys have." "I don't have any, just like now, completely open and honest," he said as he walked towards the bathroom. I stared at his back, lost in thought. This man himself was a complex composite: a robust physique, a composed mind, and astonishingly elegant manners. The presence of these three characteristics in one person was already quite incongruous. His sharp eyes, his straight cheekbones, his taut face, and the occasional, inexplicable expression of self-loathing were all very discordant.
Zhongping and Xiaoya rushed over, and Gaotian went outside to greet them. Zhongping and Gaotian hugged briefly as Zhongping got out of the car, their eyes meeting for only a second before Xiaoya pushed open the villa door. Zhongping looked exhausted, clearly drained, having likely exhausted himself with Xiaoya, yet he still retained his characteristic coldness and authority. They sat down on the sofa in the downstairs living room, their posture resembling that of ambassadors from two countries discussing international affairs. "Lin Hong, I haven't been here in a long time. This weather is perfect for swimming," Xiaoya said. I understood her ulterior motive; she was simply trying to get rid of me. "Lin Hong, you have more than one swimsuit, don't you? Find another one; I think it would suit Xiaoya too," Zhongping said. Gaotian laughed heartily: "In this place, no one would see you even if you weren't wearing one." "Lin Hong, I didn't know Gaotian had become so vulgar?" Xiaoya murmured sweetly, the tense and reserved atmosphere instantly dissipating.
Xiaoya and I went upstairs into the bedroom. "Try this," I said, pulling a small bag still in a transparent bag from the closet. "Haven't you opened the packaging yet?" Xiaoya took the swimsuit; I assumed she'd change in the bathroom. But I was suddenly stunned. I saw Xiaoya swiftly remove her clothes, completely naked. Her fair skin, bathed in the sunlight, seemed to be coated with a mesmerizing gold. Freed from all constraints, her full, high breasts were revealed; her waist was slender, her hips voluptuous and alluring, and her thighs were smooth with sparse pubic hair. Our eyes met. Xiaoya's eyes were deep and captivating, seemingly holding endless mysteries.
"You change too?" she said, a slight smile playing on her lips, as she began to pull off my dress. A faint, intoxicating fragrance emanated from her. Almost without thinking, I let her rip my dress off. "This swimsuit is definitely a size too small," she said with a laugh, trying to tuck her large breasts inside. "But it doesn't matter, it looks sexier this way." And those black briefs, the narrow crotch just barely covering her private parts. I rummaged through the drawer of my wardrobe and found a small white bikini swimsuit, the same color as the one I lent to Xiaoya, just covering half my bottom. My hand twisted behind my back, ready to unhook the bra, and I found Xiaoya's hand already there, cool and smooth, tracing down my spine.
"Xiaoya, let me do it. These things are always embarrassing and awkward. Oh, I've taken it off." But her hands didn't leave. She stood behind me, even closer than before, her nipples seemingly brushing against my back. I turned around, and she took the opportunity to pull my bra away, seemingly unintentionally rubbing it against my firm breasts. She's so bold, I thought. And at that moment, my nipples reacted, slowly hardening. "I need to find sunscreen. This is from Hong Kong; it's definitely good for sensitive skin," I said, avoiding her as I went into the bathroom. After preparing a bath towel, sunglasses, and several bottles of lotion, Xiaoya had already left the room. I chased after her and saw her standing motionless at the corner of the stairs like a model, her weight on one leg, half her buttocks provocatively sticking forward, her black hair loosely draped over her shoulders.
I imagined the two men in the living room staring at her in disbelief, as if I could see them swallowing hard. She was almost naked, only her black bikini covering a small part of her smooth body. Her breasts were high and firm under the tight swimsuit, her nipples clearly defined. I stumbled as I went down the stairs, but luckily I put my hand on her shoulder. We looked like twin sisters, almost naked, yet the differences between us were obvious and striking. Xiaoya was voluptuous and full-figured, while I was slender and thin, with a pointed bottom, a flat stomach, and high, firm breasts. We walked gracefully past them, with a touch of feminine elegance and sensuality that we were unaware of. I knew that the receding figures of Xiaoya and me held an irresistible attraction for them.
Stepping out of the villa, a wave of heat hit us. The blinding sunlight dazzled the eyes, pouring down on the ground and nearby trees, making the pool water shimmer with a blinding white light, and even the tiles around the pool gleamed with a blinding white light. Near the swimming pool, on the grass, a brightly colored parasol, like a blooming poppy, leaned diagonally into the green soil. "Lin Hong, only you can bridle Gao Tian, this horse without reins," Xiao Ya said, slipping under the parasol. I lay on a beach chair, taking a sip of my drink: "If I had known that Gao Tian and Yuan Zhen would turn against each other because of me, and end up like this, I would never have gotten involved in this mess." I reassured myself.
"Who told you to be so seductive?" she joked, waving her arms in front of me, then glancing at the sunscreen. "What?" I asked, as she returned with a small bottle in her hand. "Lie down, stretch out your limbs, spread your legs as wide as possible, so I can apply some sunscreen," she continued incessantly. "That's good. Now put your feet on the ground and spread your thighs as wide as possible." I followed her instructions, turning over and feeling her hands slowly and gently caressing the inside of my thighs, pausing occasionally to pluck the stray pubic hairs, then applying fragrant ointment and pressing it firmly.
"Does this feel good?" Xiaoya asked in a trembling voice. The smooth, cool frost moisturized and soothed my skin, enough to send a strange, tingling sensation spreading throughout my body—it felt wonderful. Her fingers trembled violently, involuntarily, as she finally applied the remaining frost to my body. My breathing gradually calmed, no longer as labored as before, revealing my uncontrollable desire. "Good. Done." Xiaoya said, standing up and taking a few steps back, admiring her masterpiece. "Do you feel comfortable and satisfied doing these things for others?" I asked. "Yes, but it depends on who it is." She smiled ambiguously at me. I took off my glasses and tried my best to speak calmly: "I'll try it sometime." "Xiaoya, what did they talk about?" I asked her, staring at her. "Don't worry unnecessarily. Men have their own ways of handling things." As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly, reached behind her back, and untied the straps of her bikini, instantly exposing her breasts, two mature, white breasts with large, rose-colored nipples. "I hate the marks left on my body after being in the sun." She was very comfortable, stood up, and took off her pants as well, not feeling anything at all. Obviously, she didn't seem to realize that she had changed the atmosphere here, bringing a passionate heat.
The effort and money Xiaoya spent on herself made her look voluptuous but not bloated, with long limbs and honey-colored, firm, and healthy skin. She had a full bust and a slender waist. I looked at her body with envy, noticing that she had trimmed her pubic hair into a neat inverted triangle. She noticed my blatant staring at her lower body but didn't seem to mind. She twirled around and said without any modesty, "I'm pretty, aren't I? Do you like me? Lin Hong. Great, because I think you're pretty too. We can please each other." As she spoke, she got up and tidied her hair, tying her long hair that had been loose over her shoulders into a thick braid.
"Such beautiful skin, smooth as jade," she said, her words seemingly unrelated yet implying something. I felt a mix of joy, fear, and slight surprise. My thoughts were chaotic and contradictory; I felt both disgusted and excited. After speaking, Xiaoya walked towards the poolside. Her thick braid swayed behind her like a giant python with each step, her buttocks swaying gracefully. She stood at the edge of the pool, preparing to dive. Her naked body was serene and elegant, awaiting the embrace of the cool, emerald-green pool. The clear water, bathed in sunlight, shimmered with a bluish-green glow in the oval pool. She skillfully leaped into the water, swimming like a turtle. After a lap, she casually rested her elbow on the edge of the pool and called to me, "Come on down, it's so refreshing!" I lazily stood up, enjoying the intoxicating, exhilarating atmosphere and the man-like, burning desire in Xiaoya's eyes.
"Lin Hong, you're still dressed, that's not fair!" she said seductively. I smiled, unsure how to reply. "Why don't you take off your swimsuit? You'll get tanned soon." Her voice was slightly hoarse. I went down the ladder, and as soon as my body submerged in the water, she reached behind me and loosened my bikini bra. We were so close, our nipples almost touching. Xiaoya's hand slid down my hips, found the tight straps of my bikini bottoms, and untied them. My swimsuit slipped down to my ankles.
I instinctively shifted, looking around awkwardly and nervously. Adjacent to the pool were flowerbeds with sparse wooden fences, filled with vibrant, colorful flowers. On the other side of the pool was a meticulously manicured lawn, surrounded by dense, dark green bushes to prevent onlookers. But as the last thing covering me was taken away, my hands still instinctively covered my genitals. Xiaoya chuckled softly. "Don't," she said, "don't be shy. Let me see." She grabbed my wrists and gently but firmly moved them away. My face flushed, and I desperately tried to cover myself.
"Your pubic hair is truly captivating," Xiaoya said. "So unusual. So lush and thick, I love it. It hides so many of a woman's secrets. A woman's secrets are so well hidden, only revealed up close, or perhaps, you need to touch them. How lovely. Captivating, so incredibly captivating." She gently stroked it with her slender fingers. Her fingers entwined a tuft of downy hair, her fingertips digging deep inside. I stared, speechless, forgetting to push her hand away.
A tremor of pleasure made me dizzy, a surge of heat coursing through my veins. I swayed and twisted unconsciously. I was actually quite responsive to a woman's touch, a fact confirmed when Xiaoya applied sunscreen to me earlier. But facing a woman, I was still somewhat unaccustomed, or perhaps a little intimidated. I splashed water in the pool with my fingers, like a sprite dancing to music. The splashes hit my chest, and I tilted my head back, the cool water cradling my body.
Xiaoya swam towards me, her hands flapping across the water like butterflies. As she drew nearer, I deliberately swam away. When she struggled to get close, seemingly about to catch me, I suddenly sped up, letting out a teasing, unrestrained laugh. Xiaoya swam slower and slower; her strength was waning. As she desperately swam closer, she probably choked on water and coughed violently. I reached out and caught her, and she tumbled into my arms. Xiaoya's eyes burned into mine, so much so that I dared not meet her gaze, as if a single glance would ignite a shower of sparks. "Xiaoya, that's not what I meant," I whispered, but she quickly understood. Her lips suddenly pressed against mine, her tongue swirling and probing in my wet, soft mouth, her teeth rubbing against my swollen lips. She became rough, kissing me fiercely again and again, her tongue burrowing between my teeth, as if trying to suck something out of me.
I felt a surge of heat rise in my head, and my mouth swelled even more under her pressure. My breasts swelled as well, my nipples hardening, yearning to be touched by someone's mouth, teeth, or hands. A warm current seemed to leak from between my thighs, and I felt incredibly excited, no longer avoiding Xiaoya's dark eyes. Her eyes flickered, shifting, as if trying to see through me, to understand me completely. I felt a tingling, burning sensation all over my body under her gaze. The moisture and warmth of her lips, like the allure of a strange flower, drew me in. A sudden, intense physical pleasure washed over me, and gradually, I realized a faint, gentle desire was spreading through me. My nipples hardened, trembling slightly. I couldn't discern how I had crossed this ambiguous line with the woman, from casual interaction to kissing, from intimate, friendly touches to a wet, passionate kiss.
Her full arms wrapped around the back of my head, gently rocking the back of her head with her soft palms. A surge of excitement coursed through me, as if something intoxicating was touching and nibbling at me. I could feel her surging desire, a desire that made her tremble. Naturally, my hands encircled her waist, and I could smell her intoxicating scent. In that instant, I knew this person would have an inextricable connection with me, and I would blindly submit to her, to her voice, to her hands. The surrounding silence was maddening, a profound stillness lingering in the air. My restlessness intensified, the pleasurable sensation trembling through my veins. I felt my body stiffen, desire throbbing rhythmically between my legs, like a powerful drumbeat. The surge of desire seemed to engulf us.
I felt her hand slide down from my shoulder and grasp my full breast. I pressed her hand with a touch of gratitude, savoring the warm, damp comfort of her palm, and inhaling the trembling of my breast as she held it—a sensation that intoxicated me. Her hand moved slowly. Suddenly, my breathing quickened; her fingers brushed against my nipple, sending a shiver through me, an intense excitement coursing through me. "Oh! Your hand," I murmured, feeling her hand gently exploring my abdomen. My nerves tightened instantly, my desire surging like a tidal wave, my body's erogenous zones becoming a harp, manipulated and played at her whim. I became even more confused, as if swept up, carried, and tossed about by a surging torrent of lust.
"Hey, beauties in the pool, are you two reminiscing about the good old days?" Zhongping shouted as he emerged from the villa, his voice brimming with excitement. I frantically broke free from Xiaoya's grasp and scrambled onto the pool floor. I grabbed a towel from a nearby lounge chair and wrapped it around my naked body. Zhongping was approaching, his earlier impeccable attire replaced by shorts and a baggy t-shirt. His thin frame looked comical in the oversized clothes. "Zhongping, how did your talk with Gaotian go?" I asked. Zhongping waved his hand dismissively. "Finally convinced Gaotian. His stubbornness is really hard to sway." "Only you could convince him," I blurted out unconsciously, feeling an indescribable, intoxicating desire engulfing my body. My breasts were full, yearning to be touched, teased, and sucked. The cotton towel wrapped tightly around me, and I felt a surge of heat. Sweat dripped down my neck, and the air felt heavy, as if covered by a layer of velvet. “I told you, as long as he meets with me and we talk things over, the problem can still be solved,” Zhongping said, reclining in his chair. I could feel his gaze wandering over my body, sometimes staring at my chest, sometimes sliding down to my thighs. I noticed he would occasionally glance quickly at Xiaoya.
“How about some drinks for us?” Xiaoya called out from the pool, waving her arms. “Of course, I’d be happy to do it,” he replied casually. I said, “I’ll go.” Zhongping said, “I’d like some orange juice, or maybe Xiaoya would prefer chilled mineral water? It’s too hot, a bit unbearable, how about some mineral water and orange juice?” Xiaoya, dripping wet, got out of the pool and, without any attempt to hide it from Zhongping, slowly put on her swimsuit right in front of him. “I convinced Lin Hong to swim with me. Zhongping, would you like to come too? It’s been so long since we’ve used this pool, it’s such a waste,” she continued chattering.
"Can't Gao Tian come?" Xiao Ya asked. "Gao Tian is busy with his own business," Zhong Ping said. Following his gaze, I saw Xiao Ya's cheeks flushed, burning with desire. Her breasts were full and prominent, as if anticipating something. At that moment, I sensed a tense atmosphere among the three of them. I wasn't sure if it was because of their physical relationship or something deeper. I turned and left. Inside the house, I took some drinks from the refrigerator and removed my towel. In the upstairs bedroom, I found a thin sarong printed with exotic flowers and plants, and leisurely wrapped it around my shoulders, tying a knot.
As I walked to the pool with my plastic basket, I heard Zhong Ping say, "Actually, I've known for a long time where Gao Tian is holding Yuan Zhen, but Gao Tian, I have to admire him and his men. Without Gao Tian going there himself, no one could have seen Yuan Zhen." Zhong Ping lay on a beach chair, his legs crossed and propped up on the edge of the table. "Who doesn't have a few friends who would share life and death with them when doing great things?" Xiaoya sat on the grass, patiently watching her, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "How did you convince Gao Tian?" Xiaoya asked, her body almost pressed against his lap. Zhongping said, "I explained the pros and cons. Gao Tian's appointment as director is about to be finalized, and at this time, even the slightest flaw would be extremely detrimental to him." He said, and Xiaoya echoed, "Yuan Zhen is a mad dog; whoever he bites will be unlucky." He naturally placed his hand on Xiaoya's back, stroking it back and forth. I saw Xiaoya's buttocks wriggle uncomfortably; clearly, Zhongping was very skilled at flirting with her, making her react to his touch. "This time, to get Old Yuan out of trouble, we should at least make him bleed a little, right?" Xiaoya said as she took Zhongping's legs off the table, then skillfully spread them apart again. She knelt before him, pulling his penis from his baggy shorts. Her hand expertly stroked it, and Zhongping's penis quickly became engorged and erect, fully exposed.
"Don't worry, you'll get your share, and so will your husband who only plays with stones and not women." Zhongping leaned back comfortably. "This time, it's all thanks to Lin Hong for persuading Gao Tian," Xiaoya said. Zhongping immediately straightened up: "Don't you think there are enough people to share the spoils? Gao Tian turned Old Yuan's house upside down; he looted all the antiques and paintings." I hid in the bushes around the swimming pool, watching all this. Her overflowing lust surprised me, and strangely, I felt a burning jealousy in my chest. "Is that really true?" Xiaoya exclaimed in surprise. Her hand left Zhongping's penis: "Anyway, I don't care, Lin Hong is going to give it to me. If you don't, I'll give up my share." I didn't expect this girl to be so generous. I stared at them silently, my unreleased lust tearing at me, pounding and throbbing between my legs. I could vaguely hear their words, as if they were coming from afar.
"Lin Hong is new here, and I don't want her to understand the rules of this game. Besides, isn't Gao Tian giving her less?" Zhongping said. Xiaoya pressed on, "I don't care, she deserves what she gets. Gao Tian gives her far less than Lao Yuan; I can tell just by looking at her." Then Xiaoya added, "I know Gao Tian well. He always puts on a noble and upright act in front of Lin Hong. How could he reveal his secrets to her?" Xiaoya's fingers suddenly clenched, and she took his entire penis into her mouth. She sucked on the engorged head for a while, then explored down the shaft, before finally sucking it tightly. I felt my desire rising, waves of heat surging through my body, every part of me opening up, anticipating. Zhongping involuntarily ran his fingers through her hair, tightly embracing her neck, pulling her closer. I gradually came to my senses, carefully considering the meaning of their words, and trying my best to control my restless emotions and the sense of loss I felt seeing Xiaoya sucking on someone else.

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