[A man's repentance for adultery]

Watching my soul being consumed by desire, he derives a great sense of accomplishment and contentedly sends me in. He's been impatient for a while now; the pond is full of water, and the dragon immediately begins to thrash and frolic as soon as it enters. It wreaks havoc everywhere, splashing mud and water, making a murky mess.
I'm the kind of woman who needs time to build up the atmosphere before I can get into it. Although Xiaolong was splashing around a lot in the pool, his movements were very gentle. Every time he swam around the pool, he would come out, shake off the water, and then slide back in.
I really enjoyed the taste, and soon closed my eyes, savoring the intoxicating experience.
There were no sounds of slapping on the bed, nor did the bed creak uncontrollably, but we thoroughly enjoyed it. I loved my reactions; whether it was a soft moan, a gasp, or the way I furrowed my brow or bit my lip when I was aroused, it was all so endearing.
She's even more captivating than the actresses I see on TV, and this is real, tangible, and real, which gives me a huge sense of accomplishment.
My eyelashes trembled, as if I were sensing it. My moans were similar in tone to my voice, only more intense, a mix of pleasure and pain. At first, I silently endured it, but later, completely lost in the moment, I took the initiative. Seemingly unsatisfied with his slow, deep movements, I thrust my hips forward, colliding with him.
This dissatisfaction was provocation, contempt. He went all out, instantly becoming like a steam-powered wagon licked with enough coal, emitting a long whistle and rumbling as he charged straight toward the tunnel in front of him.
The pond, which was almost dried up, was replenished, quickly submerging the Snapdragon and overflowing the pond. Suddenly, a series of cracking and popping sounds rang out. I was powerless to resist, and was smashed to pieces by the front of the car. I collapsed limply onto the bed, no longer able to fight back.
It was no longer soft moans or groans, but screams of surprise. Every time the mosquito dragon rolled around, I would open my eyes wide and scream in alarm.
I couldn't take it anymore and wanted to struggle and escape, but my body wouldn't obey me at all. Instead, I arched my back and opened myself wide. This welcoming gesture seemed to lubricate him, making him surge even more vigorously. I wrapped my arms around his neck, held him tightly, and clung to him completely.
With each step the train took forward, I felt as if I had been struck by a heavy blow. My head thrashed wildly, as if telling him to stop, but my feet clung tightly to his waist.
His long hair flew like sails as he gritted his teeth and pressed on. The tunnel grew narrower and narrower, increasing the resistance to his progress. He kept adding coal, making the fire burn even brighter, while I applied lubricant to the engine, which roared loudly.
We struggled to squeeze through the tunnel and forced our way through. The tunnel was very long, and it took us more than ten minutes to drive through it. Just when we were almost exhausted, we finally saw a glimmer of light.
Steam was billowing out, the front of the train was already frighteningly hot, and the tunnel was shaking violently from the friction, teetering on the verge of collapse. He desperately tried to increase the power, but the tunnel was completely closed off, and the sliver of light grew increasingly dazzling. There was no way to retreat; he could only rush out with all his might.
A sudden downpour hit us, slapping against the front of the train and making a hissing sound. Although the sun was shining brightly outside, a downpour started the moment we emerged from the tunnel. The wheels slipped, almost derailing, but the rain came just in time, dripping onto the front of the train and quickly cooling it down, which was already red-hot.
The torrential rain continued for quite some time before gradually subsiding. The train, having long since run out of power, sat quietly on the tracks. Having just escaped death, it was oblivious to the danger, its mind relaxed and refreshed, as if bathed in a gentle breeze.
The sky cleared, the sun shone brightly, and I slowly opened my eyes to find a perfect spring scene unfolding before me.
I lay on my side facing him, my long hair disheveled, obscuring half my face. My eyes were half-closed, my face flushed, as if I were neither asleep nor drunk. Only the rise and fall of my breasts told him I was still awake.
He reached out and stroked the hair on my delicate face. I opened my eyes, still seemingly not fully recovered, my eyelashes fluttering as I looked at him, the moisture in my eyes reflecting the light, dazzlingly bright. He smiled, and I stared at him blankly, without any reaction.
It took a long time for my body to react. Watching me lose myself in that blissful, intoxicated state, he was very pleased, satisfied, and felt a great sense of accomplishment. It seems his morning workouts during his less busy periods have had some effect.
The difference between young girls and mature women in choosing men is that naive girls choose love, while mature women have more options.
This time, I seemed to really enjoy it. Lying in his arms, I chatted away, full of enthusiasm, talking to him about everything from my experiences to work and everyday life. I was happy to talk to him and get to know him better.
When he told me that the entire city, and even the national media, was buzzing about the mobile phone brand endorsement deal, I was astonished. At first, I was a little skeptical, but after he explained many details, I believed him. I told him that I had originally thought it was planned by that large team, and I never imagined it would be him.
Being admired by women is the most satisfying thing for a man, and it felt really good at the time. He then proudly told me about the big case that our company had worked on before, which turned out quite well.

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