Xiaoqian, the lewd young woman

Upon returning home from her studies, Sun Qian was told that Jiaming wanted to talk to her again.
Her mother also advised her that she needed to give an explanation regarding whether they would stay together or break up, and that dragging it out wasn't a solution. It happened to be the weekend, so she arranged to meet Jiaming at a tea house in the park, a place they used to frequent before their marriage. Sun
Qian was now completely different from the woman she had been in the mountains. Her long, wavy hair was dyed rose-red, further highlighting her fair and full complexion. Her body had also become more voluptuous. If she had been a budding flower before, she was now in full bloom, exuding the charm and allure of a mature woman.
The teahouse was situated by the lake, the water lying serenely below, as still as a vat of strong green wine. A ray of moonlight floated on the surface, its light constantly shifting. The willows by the lake, intoxicated by the water's fragrance and the wind's caress, lazily swayed a few long strands, then drooped wearily again.
Jiaming was already there, having ordered beer and drinking it alone. From afar, he saw Sun Qian swinging her long legs towards him. He imagined the delicate whiteness of her ankles, the agile, rounded calves like a goat's, the snow-white thighs, the graceful curves of her buttocks that made her whole body stand tall, her flat stomach and small, shallow navel, her full, firm breasts, her slender neck, and her pretty face shrouded in dark, glossy skin. As she walked towards him, her skin as white as ice and her bones as white as jade, her figure graceful and elegant, she seemed like a celestial fairy who had descended to earth on the moonlight, her dance ethereal.
Jiaming stood up to offer her a seat and then attentively brushed the fallen leaves off the chair. A bitter smile crept across his face. "You're here."
"Just got back from studying in the city." Sun Qian gracefully sat down opposite him, pressing her hand against the hem of her skirt—a very ladylike gesture from a woman who likes to wear short skirts.
"You're doing well now, I heard you're quite popular at No. 1 High School," Jiaming said gruffly. "I'm in a terrible situation, caught in the middle."
Sun Qian then took a closer look at him. In the few months she hadn't seen him, he had become terribly thin, his shoulders were high and broad, and his shoulder blades bulged under his shirt, making his long, thin neck stand out. Sun Qian felt a pang of pity, but said, "You brought this on yourself, who can you blame?"
"It's all my fault, I just beg your forgiveness," he said. Women are easily swayed by men's pleading, and Sun Qian was no exception. Jiaming continued, "I really can't stay in the mountains anymore. I can't face the students when I teach; they dare to yell at me to my face. I don't dare go out into town anymore either, because there are always people gossiping behind my back.
A person really can't afford to make a single wrong step." "

The school leaders don't care," Sun Qian said, feeling indignant and somewhat indignant on his behalf. Jiaming shook his head dejectedly, "You don't know the Zhang family's power. Not only in the town, but even in the city, no one dares to do anything to them."
"Then what do you want to do?" Sun Qian spoke softly, and Jiaming knew it was a sign that they were going to reconcile. Like a drowning man desperately grasping at a straw, he said, "Only you can help me. As long as you don't leave me, I will pull myself together."
"I'll try to think of something." "Sun Qian lowered her eyes and said.
Jiaming then started talking about what happened in the mountains after she left. Daozi had kept Sun Qian's underwear from that night and had proudly shown it off at school, saying that the owner of the town's general store had traded a carton of Chinese cigarettes for it. Xiaobei also said that he owned Sun Qian's pantyhose, and his wife had argued with someone and threatened to commit suicide to get a divorce from him. He declared that if they could get a divorce, he would marry Sun Qian.
They all drank a lot of beer, and Sun Qian's half-drunk eyes shone in the moonlight." The light was incredibly alluring. Jiaming consciously recalled some details from their courtship. He pointed to a huge rock in the distance and asked Sun Qian if she remembered it. Sun Qian said of course she remembered; behind that rock were two intertwined trees, and it was there that he first brought her to orgasm with his mouth. Sun Qian smiled tenderly at him, her eyes gleaming with passion under the influence of alcohol, transforming her into his own burning desire once more. At that moment, they felt a deep connection with each other again.
Then Sun Qian stood up and said, "I need to go to the restroom."
"Do you remember where it is?" Jiaming asked solicitously. "I'll go with you." Sun
Qian smiled, neither refusing nor agreeing, and left her seat, turning and walking unsteadily away.
Jiaming watched her in a denim miniskirt that accentuated her supple waist, rounded, firm hips, and straight, bouncy legs, her figure comparable to a professional model, as she gracefully entered a distant restroom. Looking at her retreating figure, he felt a surge of heat rise in his lower abdomen, and... The sensation spread throughout his body, causing a surge of irritation and a burning, uncomfortable feeling. He shook himself awake, gritted his teeth, and uttered a curse that seemed to last forever, before striding after her.
Jiaming followed Sun Qian into the bathroom, grabbing her just as she was about to close the door. He quickly stuffed his foot through the crack and squeezed in with his shoulder. Sun Qian playfully scolded, "I was peeing, why did you follow me?" "While speaking, her hands were not idle. She lifted her skirt, took off her underwear, and squatted on the toilet, making a hissing and dripping sound.
Just as she finished and arched her back, Jiaming saw two long, jade-like legs, as white as satin, and at a high protrusion, between the two petals, the fine grass was withered, and dewdrops were still swaying on it. He couldn't help but tease them with his hands, and suddenly felt the petals slightly open, gently absorbing inside. So he turned Sun Qian's whole body over." He grabbed her buttocks with both hands and squatted on the ground, immediately sticking out his red tongue and licking her buttocks. He
licked her soft, enchanting cave, her winding path leading to her secret place, slowly sucking at her flower core. Sun Qian's whole body was lying on the toilet, only her plump, snow-white buttocks were raised high, trying to display that place, revealing her plump, smooth, and red tender slit. Naturally, her lust was burning intensely, that place was so wet it seemed about to burst, and inside it seemed there was an endless stream of desire. The spring gushed forth, wetting the delicate, velvety petals.
Jiaming stretched out his long, sharp tongue, exploring the petals. With a gentle touch, something that was neither bone nor flesh peeked out, like a young novice monk peeking through a curtain. He had been roaming this place for years, thoroughly exploring every aspect of Sun Qian's body. How could he not recognize this young novice? Whenever she was consumed by lust and her desires were uncontrollable, this... The young novice monk peeked out of the boudoir, his hair disheveled, and quietly appeared. He then deeply bit into her, his
sharp teeth slowly plunging in and out, thrusting and contracting like a chicken pecking at its prey, or a snake flicking its tongue. Sun Qian, unable to bear the torment, began to moan and groan, a gush of hot, lustful fluid gushing out, flowing into a vast expanse that smeared Jia Ming's mouth, lips, and face.
Jia Ming's hands, which were unbuckling his belt, trembled violently, pulling his underwear up to his ankles. He then guided his penis towards Sun Qian's buttocks... He thrust deep inside, penetrating Sun Qian's already overflowing wetness. With a simple arch of his back, his member slid in completely without resistance, then he thrust forward, pounding and slapping her repeatedly. His hands, however, slipped inside Sun Qian's shirt, unhooking her bra and caressing her long-untouched breasts.
Sun Qian felt the weight and solidity of his member inside her, knowing that Jiaming hadn't used it in a long time, and her heart... A pang of guilt welled up within him, and a surge of emotion stirred within him, causing a warm current to rise in his lower body. Jiaming felt a burning sensation, and his erection swelled powerfully, supporting Sun Qian's lower body with a tense, itchy sensation. She felt as if it were alive, biting, tearing, sucking, and thrashing inside her, as if her internal organs were being pulled and tugged. The space was empty.
Two bodies were entangled in that cramped space, oblivious to the pair of eyes lurking outside.
The young waiter at the teahouse had been aroused the moment Sun Qian arrived; his eyes had been glued to her all night. Just now, seeing Sun Qian leave her seat and go into the restroom, he had secretly followed her, and now he was peeking through the crack in the door at the vibrant, sensual scene inside, seeing a pale, naked... His body writhed, the sounds of gurgling water filling his ears, like fish nibbling at water or rain soaking into mud. He was restless and wild, his manhood burning like embers, stretching his pants as if he were wearing a straw hat. A raging fire surged within him, surging left and right, and before he knew it, he was gushing out. He couldn't help but close his eyes, savoring the sudden pleasure, and couldn't suppress a sigh that rushed out from the bottom of his heart.
This startled a couple inside who were enjoying their lovemaking. Sun Qian hurriedly twisted away, pulling up her underwear that had slipped between her legs. Jia Ming quickly opened the door and peeked out, only to see a dark figure dart out as if fleeing. Sun Qian playfully punched Jia Ming's chest, saying, "I won't do it! Someone's been peeping!"
"Don't worry, he doesn't know us," Jia Ming said, seeing her pale face, her shy and delicate appearance so pure and beautiful. He gently patted her cheek. The two then straightened their clothes and returned to their seats.
It was late when Sun Qian returned home. Her desire to help Jiaming wasn't unfounded, nor was it just a perfunctory attempt to comfort him. These past few days, Zhang Qingshan had secretly contacted her, saying he felt deeply uneasy about his reckless actions and wanted to apologize.
Sun Qian understood the old man's true intentions. She remembered how he had lingered over her that night, so infatuated with her. At that time, Sun Qian had hesitated, worried that her relationship with Jiaming wasn't resolved and she might give him leverage. So she wavered. After joining Zhao Zhen and his group at No. 1 Middle School, Sun Qian felt ashamed of their extravagant and dissolute lifestyle, and couldn't help but feel nostalgic for her initial romantic ideal of living a secluded paradise with Jiaming in a mountain school. Every time she returned home, in this cramped room, a multitude of worries would inexplicably arise.
Then, an uncontrollable weariness, like a tide sweeping across a beach, would engulf her. She would place her hands on her chest and quickly fall asleep.
The morning sunlight, like a bottle of fine wine, was opened and poured unselfishly into everyone's cup, ensuring that everyone could share this delicious drink of sunshine. It destined those fresh, slightly tipsy days to be a beautiful beginning, a sudden burst of brightness in the long, dark world.
Sun Qian got up, not even caring about her naked body. She frantically rummaged through drawers and cabinets looking for Zhang Qingshan's business card. He said very few people knew the phone number on it; only a few of his close female friends or high-ranking figures in the city knew it, allowing them to contact him directly without going through his secretary. Sun Qian didn't care at the time and carelessly tossed it aside. Her commotion woke her parents, who asked from outside her room, "Qian, what are you looking for so early in the morning?"
Startled, she realized she was completely naked. She quickly grabbed a shirt and put it on before going to the door and telling the two elders, "Nothing, just looking for a business card." She found it in her handbag. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she wondered why she had carried the piece of paper with her, perhaps secretly hoping that one day she would find him. She stretched out her long, smooth legs and lay diagonally on the bed, dialing a number. A response came quickly.
"It's me, Sun Qian," she simply introduced herself. The voice on the other end was muffled; he was probably still asleep. She pressed on, "What's wrong? Still not up? I'll call again later."
"No, no, no," he repeatedly refused, now fully awake. A slight smile appeared on Sun Qian's lips. "I played cards with city leaders all night last night, and didn't go to sleep until very late. What advice do you have for me, Teacher Sun?" This bumpkin, even a quick pee in the bathroom would be blown out of proportion as a deal worth over a million. "I'd like to invite you to dinner," Sun Qian softened her voice, making it sound even more gentle and without malice.
“Then I should be the one treating, as long as you do me the honor, Professor Sun.” He was flattered and couldn’t hide his excitement. Sun Qian said, “It’s settled then, don’t bring so many people, I don’t like it.”
“Definitely, definitely.” He arranged to meet Sun Qian at noon in the Parisian Hall of the hotel.
When Sun Qian arrived at the Parisian Hall of the hotel, she saw Zhang Qingshan and his female secretary already waiting there, and she felt a vague displeasure. Her face showed her unhappiness. Sun Qian
’s coquettish and angry look made Zhang Qingshan’s heart flutter, and he told the female secretary to leave. The woman standing before him was arguably the most outstandingly sexy woman he had ever seen. Now he could examine her more closely, her figure draped in a gray dress, the thin silk clinging tightly to her voluptuous body. The neckline was deliberately open, revealing her high, prominent breasts, which were very eye-catching. He could clearly see her nipples, as if teased, pressed tightly against the soft fabric of the dress.

She walked up to him, her thighs, waist, and hips trembling slowly like flowing water, carrying a sensual allure. She wasn't walking, but rather gliding slowly, using her unusual physique to attract his attention and satisfy his sexual desire.
“You wanted me, didn’t you? Here I am.” Sun Qian cut to the chase. She knew she didn’t need to waste words with Zhang Qingshan; he was incredibly shrewd. Sun Qian’s directness caught him off guard, but he didn’t show any excessive loss of composure. Still smiling, he said, “Still angry?”
“Of course I am. What would I be if I weren’t angry?” Sun Qian’s eyes were fixed on him, her high breasts rising and falling rapidly beneath her flowing dress in a sexy, dance-like rhythm that wouldn’t be misunderstood.
“It’s better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester. I sincerely apologize to you.” He felt weak and helpless in her presence; he, Zhang Qingshan, was always a stalwart man. He suddenly felt a surge of thirst, reached for his teacup, and swallowed, only to be surprised that he wasn't thirsty. He finally realized it was the burning heat within him that was causing the problem. Sun Qian refilled his teacup, and with a slight movement, the upper part of her skirt opened even more brazenly, exposing her lovely breasts to him. "Sun Qian, tell me, whatever you want, I'll give you anything."
Sun Qian sat back down in her chair, her two alluring long legs crossed, the thin skirt trailing above her knees, revealing her soft, plump thighs. Every movement she made was intensely seductive. "I don't want anything," Sun Qian said, biting her lower lip. Yet, a hidden, indescribable pleasure stirred within her.
Zhang Qingshan regretted his inherent attitude towards Sun Qian; he couldn't even straighten his back when he saw her. Of course, with age, his manhood had withered like an old tree, wilted like a flower after frost. Because it had been idle for so long, it had become nothing more than a decoration for his lower body. But that day, this woman suddenly brought it back to life, and once alive, it refused to die. Like a withered tree blossoming in spring, it was wildly vigorous. A single rain shower had caused it to sprout many tender, oily branches and many vibrant green leaves, each one swaying gracefully.
The waiters had already served them the dishes; the portions weren't large, but the quality was good, including shark fin, abalone, and some other things that Sun Qian couldn't name but found delicious. Even the serving dishes were exquisite, resplendent in gold. Sun Qian knew it was his female secretary who had ordered it, and couldn't help but admire her thoughtfulness. Zhang Qingshan poured Sun Qian a Louis XIII, a clear wine with an amber hue that Sun Qian loved. It was rich and full-bodied, with an unforgettable aftertaste.
Zhang Qingshan, like a wolf, claimed his territory, the bottle forever brimming with the fragrant liquid, while the glass remained forever empty, emptied in one gulp. Sun Qian couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for him: "Don't drink so much."
"Sun Qian, will you recognize me as your godfather?" he said so suddenly that even Sun Qian was surprised that it came from him. "Are you drunk?"
"No, silly girl. We need a formal commitment before I can make you happy." His words were firm and unquestionable.
That day, while Sun Qian was slightly suspicious of their rapidly developing relationship, she also experienced firsthand what it meant for the wealthy to keep their word and be incredibly generous. Zhang Qingshan led her to his secret apartment in the city—or rather, now Sun Qian's. Overwhelmed with excitement, Sun Qian's face flushed pink, and a fine sheen of sweat appeared on her nose. She ran excitedly back and forth in the spacious room, occasionally letting out joyful screams; everything astonished her.
Zhang Qingshan caught her red-handed on the balcony. He embraced her, and he seemed to smell a fragrance, a sensual scent emanating from her. Similarly, her body was alluringly provocative beneath her clothes. Her mouth was slightly open, as if waiting for his kiss.
Having just drunk alcohol, Sun Qian's cheeks were flushed, her natural rosy lips surpassing even the most expensive lipstick. Her sparkling white teeth peeked out from between her red lips, like a string of jade beads. They kissed passionately, their breaths hot and saliva-tinged.
Sun Qian unbuttoned all the buttons on his waist, slowly pulling his shirt open to the sides, completely exposing his chest. As Sun Qian licked his bare chest with her tongue, he closed his eyes, a surge of desire rising within him, his manhood throbbing.
He gently unbuttoned her silk dress, which had four buttons at the shoulders, letting it slip down to her thighs. His eyes widened at the sight of her naked, voluptuous, and smooth body. Her breasts weren't particularly large, but they were firm and erect, the nipples upturned, their two pale purplish-red points teasing and arousing him like the seductive eyes of a succubus, causing his lower body to swell with desire.
As Sun Qian moved, her dress didn't slip to the ground, and he discovered she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Remembering that she had just been sitting beside him like this, he suddenly felt incredibly lacking in self-control, almost ejaculating.
Sun Qian had a slender waist, but her hips were full, round and plump. Her lower abdomen was flat with a slight bulge. Below that was the area of a woman's essence: a tuft of dark, shiny hair, slightly curled. The experienced Zhang Qingshan could tell from this tuft of soft, drooping hair that she was a woman with an exceptionally strong sex drive. She loved it when men rode her like wild horses, and she was easily satisfied. With just a little teasing, her body would groan and writhe as if she were seriously ill, and like a pitiful snake, she would become increasingly entwined with the man, reaching the peak of ecstasy together.
Her naked body was so close to his. When Sun Qian stretched out her legs to tease him, he leaned forward, skillfully teasing her with his tongue. Sun Qian pressed his face between her legs, her body trembling, panting, as she reached into his crotch and groped. Suddenly, she seemed to lose control, moaning wildly, clinging tightly to his head.
Zhang Qingshan's tongue, like a red snake, snaked across her petals, his teeth biting at the sensitive, melon-like spot hidden among her pubic hair. Desire burned within Sun Qian, gradually spreading to her chest. She felt the flames about to burst from her throat. Extreme thirst made her unable to resist tightly embracing his head with both hands, as if holding some kind of pure offering, some kind of precious gift.
Zhang Qingshan's head was pulled to her chest by Sun Qian. He straightened up, his lips glistening, his two wide-open, somewhat manic eyes flashing. The two walked together into the bedroom.
As soon as they got to the bed, Zhang Qingshan showed the urgency and impulsiveness of a young man. Sun Qian lay across the bed, her gaze following his lower abdomen to his groin, and finally to his intertwined penis. He took her tongue in his mouth, held her tightly with one hand, and slowly slid his lower body down to hers. Suddenly, she let out a soft cry of pleasure, knowing that thing had forcefully entered her body.
Unable to contain her excitement, Sun Qian released a stream of vaginal fluid to welcome his entry, letting him thrust and pound inside her. With each powerful thrust, she carefully and slowly stretched her body beneath his heavy, mountain-like body, searching for the most satisfying position and angle. She felt herself transform into a pink balloon, drifting in the wind, floating leisurely among the clouds. The wind teased her, sometimes tossing her high into the air, sometimes flinging her down.
Sun Qian's long, white legs were tightly wrapped around Zhang Qingshan's waist. The surging pleasure forced her to instinctively curl her legs upwards, revealing a bright red petal amidst the darkness between her thighs. As his penis lifted, it appeared, and a thick, white fluid gushed from her opening, spraying onto his inner thighs. He watched this erotic scene and smiled silently.
He slowly thrust in and out, trying to prolong the pleasure. His heart felt as if it had been ironed smooth; this noble and arrogant woman was submissive to his erect penis, this naked woman lying gracefully on the large bed, obediently submitting to his control.
The woman writhed like a snake, her long, disheveled hair scattering like starlight. Her crimson lips parted slightly, revealing pearly white teeth and a constantly moving tongue that opened and closed like a flower. Her sensitive nostrils flared, emitting soft, delicate breaths and alluring, seductive moans. This feeling excited him, thrilled him, even more so than the moment he ejaculated into her vagina.
Zhang Qingshan was surprised by his own virility. This woman gave him a pleasure he hadn't experienced in years; she was truly a stunning beauty, tall and strong, yet every movement was so alluring and seductive.
Sun Qian casually lit a cigarette, playfully pursing her lips, her lips round and red like cherries, exhaling wisps of smoke that drifted away before handing it to him. Then, she got up, stretched, and slipped off the bed, shirtless. Her thick hair cascaded down to her shoulders as she gracefully walked into the bathroom.
Sun Qian hummed a tune with obvious pride in the bathroom, and Zhang Qingshan believed the cheerful melody was genuine, coming from her heart. He was also proud; women were like wild horses beneath men, and only men who conquered women could conquer the world.
When she came out, she had somehow acquired a loose bathrobe, but it couldn't conceal every curve and contour of her mature, voluptuous figure. She walked to the bedside, her eyes sparkling with a playful smile, and threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed him on the lips, her hips swaying expertly. "Dad, the hot water's ready, hurry up and wash."
He squeezed her bottom, "What an understanding daughter." With that, he got up and went into the bathroom.

Sun Qian coaxed the old man into the bathtub like a child. Then, she took off her clothes, gently scooped water, and splashed it on herself. The marble floor was too slippery, so Sun Qian had to spread her legs and try to support herself.
He looked up at her in the tub, laughing, constantly looking for opportunities to tease her. Sun Qian awkwardly dodged him before finally entering the tub. Zhang Qingshan, already inside, had made room for her. As she entered the water, he suddenly turned around. Sun Qian gasped and covered herself with a towel.
He gazed at her with a smile and gently kissed her forehead. Gradually, Sun Qian accepted his embrace. Upon touching his body, she let out a soft moan, finding her eyes blurry and her shoulders weak.
Slowly, Zhang Qingshan embraced her, removing the towel from her body. Sun Qian tried to pull away, but he held her down. When his cool lips touched her warm body, Sun Qian felt incredibly comfortable. As their bodies pressed tightly together, he caressed her breasts from below, slowly kneading them while relentlessly kissing her. Sun Qian felt her whole body go limp like a jellyfish, losing all strength, almost collapsing. Then,
Zhang Qingshan lifted her body, persistently and repeatedly caressing her, while his other hand roamed over her genitals. For a moment, Sun Qian's body trembled, and she closed her eyes, letting him do as he pleased.
Emerging from the bath, he lathered their bodies with perfume, pressing their foam-covered forms tightly together. Finally, Sun Qian writhed, unable to suppress a moan. Zhang Qingshan, disregarding everything, pressed her against the wall, showering her back with kisses, and suddenly thrust into her from behind.
Sun Qian tried to turn, but his powerful strength held her down, his angry, purplish-red penis thrusting deep inside her. Sun Qian's body melted like butter, involuntarily arching her back, raising her buttocks higher to meet him, pleasure shooting from her toes to the top of her head. He continued his intense thrusting, seemingly lost in a state of ecstasy.
Sun Qian felt him panting heavily behind her, his whole body convulsing rapidly. She quickly called out, "Not here, I want to go to the bed."
Ignoring the perfume smeared on their bodies, the two went hand in hand to the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. Zhang Qingshan saw Sun Qian's two pale pink nipples and purple navel, like a three-eyed witch tempting him with ill intent, and his penis instantly became shockingly thick and hard. She twitched her thighs, urging, "Give it to me quickly, I want it!"
They became one again. She closed her eyes and began to shake her hips, her body trembling from the impact. She cried out passionately, "Ah, oh, Dad, this is so good!" Her buttocks trembled violently, her body arched back, and her fingers gripped his back tightly. "Oh, I'm going to die, hurry up!"
Sun Qian knew her orgasm was coming. Her vagina was convulsing in waves, as if a stream of pleasurable fluid was gushing out from her uterus, the fluid carrying intense pleasure that made her feel as if she were floating in the air. At this moment, her eyes suddenly widened, with a dazed yet gleaming light.
She let out a shout and clamped her whole body around him. She felt him throbbing and trembling inside her, his glans twitching as if electrocuted, each thrust faster and more intense than the last. A torrent of semen surged towards her, and she could feel how powerful he was. If he weren't inside her, his thick, snot-like semen would have suddenly gushed out several feet.
They both reached the climax of their passion simultaneously. He released her, his body relaxed, and the two naked bodies lying side by side on the bed were immersed in the afterglow of their love. Sun Qian held his hand tightly and said, "It felt so good."
Zhang Qingshan greedily caressed her again: "You finally admitted it just now." Sun Qian moaned and chuckled under his teasing, wriggling and trembling slightly: "I admitted what?"
"You've already called me Dad." He was excited but still clear-headed.
"What did I call you?" Sun Qian sensed his ecstasy.
"You called me Dad, you admitted you're my daughter. I'm going to hold a ceremony at the most luxurious hotel in the city." He said.
Sun Qian almost felt a sense of accomplishment, even proud of her maturity and artistry. She hugged Zhang Qingshan tightly, her eyes closed, thinking and saying nothing, listless like a rubber doll. After a long while, she finally spoke: "No, I want to do it in the mountains. I want your family to know legitimately."
"Okay, whatever you want, my good daughter. As long as you like it, I'll do whatever you want." He said, his hand moving to Sun Qian's lower body. Sun Qian laughed wantonly: "What kind of father treats his daughter like this?"
"Because my daughter is so alluring." He said, pressing down on Sun Qian. He felt only a wave of heat, a surge of passion, an indescribable excitement.
She groaned softly, "How am I being seductive? What nonsense are you spouting?" She then became wild, repeatedly calling him "bad, bad." Sun Qian further fueled the fire, making their encounter even more intense.
Zhang Qingshan didn't leave until the next morning. That night, he had fallen asleep holding Sun Qian's breasts tightly. In his eyes, they were truly perfect breasts, full but not bloated, firm but not lacking elasticity, like two adorable little birds that, if he didn't hold them tightly, would fly away in the darkness at any moment. Sun Qian felt that sometimes he used too much force, almost making her cry out in pain, but she bit her lip to keep quiet, a subtle, indescribable sweetness welling up inside her.
He searched his entire body before leaving, leaving all his cash and his cell phone with him. Seeing his weary face, Sun Qian felt a pang of guilt; last night had been too wild, she could never get enough of him. Just moments before, after breakfast, they had made love again on the sofa in the living room. He no longer possessed that same fierce, powerful energy, but his passion remained unchanged. Unfortunately, the gift he gave Sun Qian was pitifully small. So much so that when he patted her bottom and said he was leaving, Sun Qian longed to hug him tightly one last time. The damned driver downstairs was honking his horn like a madman, and Sun Qian could only bid him a reluctant farewell.

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