Country girl

He Tian turned the car into the mountain valley, and a vast meadow suddenly opened up before him. On both sides of the driveway, wild shrubs and grasses sprouted tender shoots, fresh and delightful, while small chrysanthemums swayed gently in the breeze stirred by the car. He Tian squinted, gazing at the "silver ribbon" of vegetation in the mountains. Below, a small white villa—his destination—was the view.

He Tian had visited that house over a month ago. It was a typical country villa, far from the hustle and bustle, exquisitely furnished, like a foreign mansion seen in a movie. Being there would surely feel like a dream. Even so, He Tian still couldn't understand why Yu Ying would abandon her luxurious city house and move to this remote countryside.

Hu Yu Ying was the mistress of that house, and also He Tian's close friend. Her husband, Mr. Huang, is the "president" of a large trading company. For two years, He Tian worked under Mr. Huang, which is how he met the beautiful Mrs. Huang, Hu Yuying, and began their romantic journey. Now, He Tian is independent, owning a small electronics factory with a friend. He is financially well-off and finding a suitable wife wouldn't be difficult. However, he remains single, precisely because of his deep affection for Yuying.

Thirty yards from the villa, beside a private road paved with gravel, stands a wooden sign inscribed with the words "Qingliu Xiaozhu" (Clear Stream Retreat).

Indeed, behind the house, a man-made stream flows gently, its source connecting to the Silver Stream on the mountainside, making the name quite fitting.

He Tian slowed his car, proceeding slowly forward. Suddenly, a large, ferocious-looking dog darted out from behind a clump of brown bushes ahead. It was pure white, tall and imposing, seemingly a mix of a sheepdog and a wolfhound, its two rows of sharp, white teeth making it even more intimidating. It leaped into the road, blocking He Tian's path.

He Tian slammed on the brakes, glaring at the beast. It reared up on its front legs, its massive paws on the hood of the car, baring its teeth and growling menacingly. Its ferocious appearance terrified him, and he instinctively honked the horn.

After the horn sounded, a figure emerged from the brown bushes. She was a girl of about fifteen or sixteen. Actually, judging by her hairstyle alone, He Tian might have mistaken her for a boy! But her sweater clearly revealed two mounds of breasts that only a woman could possess, confirming her gender.

The girl had a round, sweet face, bright, dark eyes, and was quite mischievous. Beneath the faded jeans of her overalls were a pair of old, short leather boots, and she held a hat in her hand, a pretty feather dangling from its brim.

The little girl fanned herself with the hat as she slowly walked towards He Tian. He Tian secretly relaxed, peering out the window at her: "Jia Rong, you're really joking!" "Haha! I guess I didn't scare you too much!" The little girl, Huang Jia Rong, patted He Tian's head with her hat, displaying a smile as bright as spring blossoms.

"Hey! How can you let this vicious dog run around like that?" he said, his tone tinged with displeasure. "Tell it to get off! I just bought this car."

The little girl got angry and slapped the roof of the car hard. "If you call my Ali a vicious dog again, I'll change its name to He Tian!"

He Tian couldn't help but smile wryly and shrugged. "Oh! I'm really scared of you! Jia Rong, what's your mommy doing at home?"

She grabbed the car door and said, "I'll tell you after Ali and I get in the car." "Then... Ali is coming in too? Not really... okay!" He Tian was quite embarrassed. The vicious dog terrified him and was still clinging to the hood of the car.

"You stingy thing!" Jia Rong slapped the car hard again, making his heart ache. She pouted and scolded, "What's so great about a new car? And you call yourself a boss!" "Jiarong, are you getting in?"

"No, no! Go see her yourself!" The little girl called to the big dog, which jumped away and ran over to her docilely and friendly, wagging its tail. She pointed at He Tian and said to the dog, "Recognize this gentleman's true colors! Ali, he only deals with women!"

He Tian continued driving, leaving her and that beast behind, but he was still a little annoyed. That little brat dared to mock him; he had to find a chance to teach her a lesson! But then he remembered that Jiarong wasn't Yuying's biological daughter. He'd heard that Jiarong was born to Mr. Huang, who had fallen in love with a dancer in a brothel before he married. They broke up when Jiarong was seven, but Jiarong was always his precious child. Two years later, Mr. Huang found Yuying to be her new mother.

Because Mr. Huang doted on her so much, her new mother couldn't discipline her strictly. Yu Ying herself hadn't had a child in seven years of marriage, and given her unusual relationship with He Tian, she was "not morally upright," making it even more difficult to control her increasingly unruly daughter.

He Tian's displeasure vanished upon seeing the stunningly beautiful Yu Ying. Yu Ying had already spotted He Tian's car from the floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor. She glided effortlessly down the red carpeted stairs to the front door, ushering her close friend in before the two maids could reach him. They clasped hands

, their eyes sparkling with tenderness. A subtle yet alluring smile graced her full face; a light touch of her finger on He Tian's palm sent a shiver down his spine. The two maids discreetly withdrew from the living room, where two cups of fragrant tea were steaming on the sofa.

Yu Ying asked him softly, "Da Ling, isn't my dress pretty?" He looked her over; it was a knee-length skirt, a blend of Chinese and Western styles, made of shimmering velvet with a subtle floral pattern, highlighting her shapely, fair legs and captivating him.

"Very beautiful," He Tian gently touched her waist, winking slightly, "but it doesn't look like a village woman's everyday clothes!"

"You're laughing at me!" she said shyly, "The environment here is so beautiful, I'm willing to be a country woman." "The most beautiful country woman," he added. Two cups of hot tea were left untouched as the amorous couple went upstairs. Passing the terrace, they both glanced at the path.

"Where has that wild girl gone off to?" she whispered. "But let's ignore her! She won't bother with anything."

"She was laughing at me just now," He Tian hugged her tighter, his lips close to Yu Ying's fair earlobe, "but I don't take her seriously, especially after I saw you..."

Yu Ying silenced He Tian's unfinished words with her soft, cherry-like lips, her full breasts pressed against him, her moist, fragrant tongue exploring his lips; her jade-like hands slid and caressed his back. She was a twenty-six-year-old woman, at the peak of her womanhood, pampered and comfortable in her daily life. Her only regret was that she and her husband were in a "cold war," and their intimacy was unsatisfying; her physical needs were at an age where they were becoming increasingly intense, and because of her partner's deliberate indifference, she had developed a special sexual hunger.

As soon as they kissed, Yu Ying trembled with excitement, desire bursting forth from every pore of her body.

But she was a noblewoman, and she absolutely could not fool around with He Tian in this place that served as a sitting room. When He Tian impatiently touched her zipper, she blushed and shook her head, saying, "Daling! Not here..." He still couldn't help but touch her pert buttocks, which made Yu Ying playfully slap him. Only then did he leave her cherry lips, smiling sarcastically, and tightly embrace her slender waist as they walked into the bedroom together.

As soon as they entered the room, the large, light purple round bed caught his eye, making him whistle involuntarily.

Yu Ying said in a coquettish voice, "Everything here is arranged for you! I won't allow him to add any opinions."

"You're so considerate of me, Daling!" He Tian closed the door and carefully asked her, "Is it locked?"

"Don't worry, Daling! Right now, he's still at the company admiring his secretary's buttocks!" She chuckled unexpectedly.

"He's the biggest idiot in the world. He doesn't appreciate the bright moon at home, but only sets his sights on ordinary women."

"Kiss me... I've missed you so much!" She left the unfinished work to her lover, first bringing her fiery red lips closer to him.

He kissed her fiercely, his hands moving hastily, quickly pulling off her skirt and loosening her bra, revealing her full breasts with a white, jade-like sheen—a sight to behold, as round and full as bowling balls! He Tian, captivated by the sight, immediately embraced her passionately, his lips pressing against her rosy clitoris. Yu Ying trembled, eagerly arching her neck, offering him her burning breasts.

"You smell so good, so smooth!" He Tian teased her breasts, then unfastened her thin silk panties, revealing a patch of dark skin. She covered herself, tapping the back of his head.

He chuckled, watching her escape onto the purple round bed, lying face down against the wall, her bent thighs still revealing glimpses of her beauty. In his haste, He Tian nearly stumbled while untying himself.

She turned to look at him, her hands covering her private parts. However, Yu Ying was exceptionally gifted; her private parts were quite prominent, and even her jade-like hands couldn't conceal them. Dark hair peeked out from the edges of her palms—that was what haunted He Tian's dreams

. Every time he saw her naked, he felt a surge of energy. "You're already a fiery beauty, and with this purple round bed, you're even more like a steel furnace," he said

, his gaze burning as he stared at her. "Yes, that's exactly what I want to do—throw you into this furnace and refine you!" A deep, itchy sensation welled up within her, making her unable to resist rubbing herself in front of He Tian. But He Tian quickly removed her tender, bamboo-like hand; he wanted to use his mouth to tickle his lover.

"Oh! No!" she cried out briefly, scrambling to her feet like a rabbit, her jade-like arms wrapping around his neck like snakes, her flushed face revealing indescribable shyness, her legs encircling him, quickly pressing herself tightly against him. He Tian, already driven by youthful impulsiveness, felt a surge of electricity coursing through his body from Yu Ying's gentle, warm touch. He groaned, "What a passionate sir!"

She moaned softly, excitedly rubbing her swollen breasts against him. Her clitoris hardened, engorged, and her entire body trembled. He Tian's hands danced passionately across her full hips, finally breaking through to her core, only to find her already overflowing with desire, like a peony in full bloom.

Unbearable moans were choked in her throat. Her body grew weaker and weaker, until finally she lay paralyzed in a spread-eagle position, allowing He Tian's lips to kiss every peak and valley. At this moment, a mixture of joy and fear appeared on her face. A strand of black hair brushed against her red lips, which she bit, her trembling body seeming to exude heat from every pore.

He Tian was captivated by her delicate fragrance, and even more so by the intense hue that spread across her lower abdomen like a vast, tundra-like plain. He praised her in a primal, animalistic way until she was completely overwhelmed with desire. She blushed as if her skirt had been blown up by a strong wind in a crowded place, and playfully pinched him.

He chuckled and ran into the bathroom. When he emerged, Yu Ying was already lying in a pool of purple, her delicate body like a piece of porcelain, but all he saw was a flame. The fire of masculinity and femininity immediately intertwined and burned together. Yu Ying gasped softly, revealing all her secrets to him, allowing him to penetrate her freely. The impact was so intense that the flames engulfed her most tender parts, flickering and amplifying there, and she unconsciously dug her nails into He Tian's lower back.

He Tian kissed her lips, her breath releasing a fragrant aroma. He then wantonly kneaded her breasts, which swelled as if about to burst, their tender skin glistening with a layer of fragrant sweat, making them even more slippery to the touch. This mature and alluring woman constantly sought ways to maintain her beautiful curves. Moreover, before marriage, she was a shareholder and instructor at a beauty and fitness center. Thus, years after marriage, apart from being slightly fuller than before, she was virtually indistinguishable from her teenage years.

The most wonderful thing was that, to He Tian, her vagina felt as tight as a newlywed woman's, and even more sensitive. He Tian was strong but not fat, with exceptionally firm muscles, which was why Yu Ying had loved him so deeply for so many years. Being with him was a guarantee of physical and mental pleasure. With explosive thrusts, he caused her to spasm several times within five minutes. Her long, slender legs limply rested on He Tian's back, only her four hot lips still pressed together like kissing fish. At that moment, her fragrant, cool moisture flowed to him relentlessly, and his fingers gently caressed her nipples, sending shivers down her spine as if she were being electrocuted.

He then restrained himself, tenderly giving her a chance to catch her breath. Yu Ying sighed intermittently, "Ah!

Da Ling…you always maintain the highest…highest standard!" "Just like your figure, which has been exquisitely perfect for years." He Tian was also slightly breathless, his warm, moist breath tickling her ear.

She wiped the sweat from his back, showing her tender affection for He Tian; he kissed her incessantly, kissing her cheeks and nose, causing her lips to part, revealing a row of white teeth, saliva welling between them. In this blissful moment, the moisture in her body was uncontrollable.

"I love you so much... even if he wanted to kill me, I couldn't stop him!" She moved her hands to his strong muscles below the waist, increasing the pressure, while her long, slender legs stretched out at the foot of the bed, even lifting He Tian up. He looked at her with excited eyes, and she nodded knowingly. He immediately poured all his strength into her melting paradise, striving to complete this cultivation of love.

She moaned, simply because He Tian was too savage, too fierce, and had used a method that was absolutely advantageous to his invasion, standing by the bed, venting all of a man's innate conqueror instinct.

Afterwards, she lay limp by the bed, her legs dangling on the carpet. He Tian, his body weak and powerless, held her, forced to kneel there, his heavy breathing leaving a wet patch on her chest—a moment of unforgettable pleasure. She and he were fearless; even if Mr. Huang suddenly burst in, holding a gun, they would willingly embrace and gladly accept death.

【over】

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