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The woman who ecstasizes me 

That day, I traveled from Hebei to Tengzhou, Shandong. I arrived in Tengzhou at 10:30 PM on Thursday, checked into a hotel, went out
for a bite to eat, returned to the hotel, and went online. Before I knew it, it was past 1 AM. I heard
moaning coming from the next room. I was secretly surprised; I had stayed at this hotel a few times before
and knew the soundproofing was good, yet I could hear it so clearly. The woman's voice was really loud.
The moaning lasted for about fifteen minutes. I was in a state of unease; it was almost 2 AM. Although
there was a sauna across the street, I didn't want to go. I had a few experiences going to saunas after 2 AM to find prostitutes, and the women were
never very good, so there weren't many options.
So I watched TV for a while and didn't know what time I fell asleep.
The next day, I woke up around noon, ate some food, and went to a client's office. I was told that the boss had just left and there was no
one to sign off on the paperwork; it would have to wait until at least Monday. The boss is also a football fan, and his visits to the company are unpredictable these days.
They said they would notify me when it was done, and I could just go and complete the formalities. It seemed I wouldn't be able to go home this weekend
.
I'm missing my kids a bit.
With nothing to do and just boredom, I wandered around Tengzhou aimlessly. Surprisingly,
there aren't any tourist attractions in Tengzhou.
I wanted to find a bar to watch the game tonight, but unfortunately, I couldn't find one.
I ate a light breakfast (I usually eat dinner at 7 pm), bought some beer and snacks, and realized watching the game alone is really
boring, so I'll have to rely on cigarettes and alcohol for company.
I got back to the hotel around 6 pm.
I planned to take a nap and then stay up late to watch the game. As a seasoned pseudo-fan, this is what I should do.
Just as I reached the hotel lobby, a taxi stopped at the door, and a rather plump woman got out. She was wearing a white t-shirt and
athletic shorts. Although she was a bit muscular, she looked very energetic.
Especially her full breasts and round buttocks.
I couldn't help but glance at her a couple more times.
Suddenly, I realized the woman was looking at me. I remained calm and gave her a friendly smile.
The woman smiled back at me.
"Hello," I greeted her.
"Hello," she replied.
"Your accent doesn't sound like you're from Shandong, right? Coming to Tengzhou for tourism?"
I immediately berated myself for being stupid after asking.
Anyone here for tourism? I just looked this afternoon.
If you're going to go, go to Qufu, Jinan, Tai'an, or Qingdao.
It's only a half-hour to an hour's train ride.
Guys could take a detour to Laiwu; Xintai doesn't have crackdowns on
organized crime, and Laiwu doesn't have crackdowns on prostitution. That place that supposedly doesn't crack down on prostitution seems to be pretending to now.
Once I went during a crackdown.
So frustrating, but it'll pass.
"No, I'm visiting a friend,"
she replied.
"An online friend?"
I asked, surprised. I was surprised because I go to Hebei to visit online friends.
She hesitated for a moment, then said, "No."
After a pause, she said, "He's a college classmate."
I smiled kindly and said, "A guy?"
She nodded.
I grinned mischievously and said, "My first love, I guess."
She thought for a moment and said, "I guess so."
We walked to the elevator, I pressed the button, the doors opened, and I gentlemanly let her go first
. Once inside, I realized she had pressed my floor. So I said, "You live on the 5th floor too?"
She nodded again.
I asked, "Is this your first time in Tengzhou?"
She said, "No, I've been before."
"Are there any fun places to visit in Tengzhou?"
she asked, startled.
"Oh, I meant tourist attractions,"
I quickly explained.
"I don't know, he never took me out. I think there's a mountain," she said with a hint of resentment.
"Let's go sometime,"
I suggested.
She happily replied, "Okay."
To be honest, I had no other intentions. I don't consider myself handsome enough to hook up with a girl in a few words. Besides,
this girl had a rather cute face; usually, chubby girls have cute faces, but she seemed rather robust.
She was about half a head taller than me. I'm 1.73 meters tall. She was probably around 1.8 meters. Such a robust girl... I
admit I'm not capable of handling her.
When I got to the room, I swiped my card and realized I'd only booked one night
. I'd been so busy chatting with the chubby girl that I'd forgotten to extend my stay.
I'm rather lazy, and I didn't want to go back to the front desk.
I saw the chubby girl open the door to the next room.
I went in and quickly went over to ask, "Excuse me, could I borrow your phone to make a call? I can't open my door."
"Sure,"
she said, opening her door wide.
I quickly glanced into the room; there wasn't much luggage. The few items scattered outside were all women's items. She
must have come alone.
I went to the phone and quickly explained the situation to the front desk. They told me to wait a moment, and a staff member
would come to open the door for me. I said it wasn't urgent. I hung up and turned around to see the chubby girl standing at the desk.
I smiled and said, "Thank you."
She said, "It's nothing, don't mention it."
I asked, "Are you busy right now?"
She said no. I said the staff member would be here soon, and we could chat for a bit. She agreed. So we started
chatting.
I've forgotten what we talked about, about all sorts of things, but she was quite talkative. I only remember she was from Beijing, studied medicine, was
married, and had a daughter.
A while later, the waiter finally came, probably having gone to lunch. He opened the door for me.
Feeling a bit awkward about lingering, I suggested we add each other on QQ, and she added me.
Back in my room, I turned on my computer and logged onto QQ. System messages popped up. Her screen name was Jiang Xue.
I greeted her, and she replied after a while, apologizing for having just taken a shower.
I asked if it was a convenient time to chat.
She said she was bored and had nothing to do.
So we started chatting on QQ again.
She asked how many days I wanted to stay in Tengzhou, and I replied that I'd need 3 or 4 days.
She then asked if I was free tomorrow.
I said no.
So she invited me to go to some mountain with her tomorrow.
I was free anyway, so I agreed.
Since we weren't face-to-face, she put less pressure on me, so I asked her when she checked in.
Jiang Xue said, "Yesterday."
I thought, "It really is her. Fatty's voice is so strong, so loud!" So I replied, "What a coincidence, I
also checked in yesterday."
She replied, "That's quite a coincidence."
I said, "Yeah, it was so passionate at your place yesterday that I couldn't sleep well all night."
She typed a bunch of "hahaha" and then said, "I slept quite well."
I was speechless and replied, "It was so late, why didn't you two do it earlier?"
She replied, "He has a family in Tengzhou, so there's nothing I can do."
I asked, "Are you two going to be passionate tonight?"
She replied, "Probably."
I said, "I was eavesdropping. Be louder!"
She gave me a shy emoji. Then she said, "Aren't you afraid you won't be able to sleep again tonight?"
I replied, "No, I'm fine with staying up all night watching the game. I was so pent up yesterday."
She asked, "Then you can stay up and watch the game, I'm going to sleep now."
She logged off, and I checked the time; it was almost midnight. So I logged off too, turned on the TV, and went to bed. I waited to watch the game.
Although my eyes were on the TV, my ears were perked up, listening for any sounds from the next room. There was no sound at all.
The game started, so I settled down to watch.
The first game ended, and I was drinking, trying to stay awake for the second game, when suddenly I heard
the door close next door. I instantly perked up.
Not long after, I heard the groaning again. Unfortunately, this time it ended quickly. I heard Jiang Xue complaining,
and a man said, "What can you do after they've already ejaculated?"
After a while, there was no more noise from the next room. But I was unusually alert and continued watching the game. Russia played really well;
I even thought they could make it to the semi-finals. The game ended, and I was excited for a while before finally going to sleep around 7 a.m.
The phone rang, and I checked the time—it was only a little past 8.
The front desk was calling so early to urge me to pay my deposit.
I was annoyed and answered the phone rudely.
The voice on the other end sounded familiar; she asked if I was up and suggested we go for breakfast together.
I hesitated for a moment before realizing it was Jiang Xue from next door.
I said, "I'm not up yet. You go eat breakfast first. I won't eat. Come find
me after you finish, we'll go to that mountain again."
She agreed.
After hanging up, I couldn't fall back asleep. That's how I am; either I don't wake up at all, or once I'm awake, it's hard to fall back asleep. Maybe it's because
I'm getting old. Haha. I took a shower, turned on my computer, and looked at some pictures online. I didn't really think about whether Jiang Xue would
come to ask me to hang out.
After a while, the phone rang.
I answered; it was Jiang Xue asking if I was up. I said I was and asked if she had eaten, suggesting she come over
to my place.
She nodded, and I quickly got dressed. Usually, when I'm alone in a hotel, I'm used to going around naked.
I hastily threw on some clothes, including beach shorts, without any underwear.
Then there was a knock at the door.
I opened it, and Jiang Xue was there.
She was wearing sportswear and light makeup.
I said, "Come in and sit for a bit, I'll be right there."
She blushed slightly and came in. I don't know why.
She sat down at the computer and noticed my underwear on the bed.
I gave an awkward laugh and said, "Men are all a little messy," as I pulled my underwear away.
I tidied up my things a bit and said, "Okay, let's go."
She looked through my computer and said, "Looking at this so early in the morning?"
I retorted, "You kept me up all night yesterday, I only went to bed at 7 am, and I'm still dizzy.
Looking at these pictures can improve blood circulation and make you feel refreshed.
" She laughed and said I was talking nonsense.
I shook my head and said, "That's what the experts say."
She said, "Another expert's opinion. It's completely unreliable."
Seeing she wasn't leaving, I sat on the bed and asked, "Why were you so quick last night?
It was over before it even started?"
She blushed and said, "He was watching a game with his friends yesterday, got drunk, and couldn't finish after a while."
I laughed and said, "Didn't get enough last night?"
She nodded.
I said, "Alright then, I'll give you your fill today, let's go have some fun."
She laughed and said, "You're just going to leave like that?"
I asked, confused, "What happened?"
She glanced at my crotch. Clearly, I had absolutely no feelings for her. I'd been hard looking at pictures this morning, but
now I was all soft. So, I stood up confidently, indicating that I wasn't erect.
She understood, her face flushing slightly, and said, "These pants are so see-through, are you an exhibitionist?"
She then reached down and touched her underwear.
I immediately understood. I was wearing grass-green pants, the material smooth but somewhat see-through, and with the
morning sun streaming in through the window, my underwear was vaguely visible. Her touch made me realize that I should probably change my approach.
I remained standing, laughing, and said, "I stayed up all night, and I'm still dizzy. I was hoping looking at pictures would make me feel more alert
, but it seems the experts' advice is useless."
I leaned closer, casually stroking her arm, and said, "Maybe looking at pictures is useless; seeing the real thing
is what matters."
She didn't avoid my touch, and I pulled her up and hugged her. She hugged me back. I wanted to kiss
her, but the height difference made it awkward. So I pulled her to sit down on the bed.
I started kissing her, my hands beginning to caress her breasts—the biggest I'd ever seen. Her hands
naturally landed on my crotch. With her ministrations, they began to swell.
Without my consent, her hand slid inside my trouser leg. I lacked self-control, and my glans easily…
She quickly came out, and took out her hand, playing with the liquid in front of me. She said, "You're filthy."
Not to be outdone, I slipped my hand inside her neckline, past her bra, and pressed it firmly against her breast.
Her breasts were too big to hold in one hand, so I could only knead the protrusions. I said, "Your top is very perky, but down there...
are you filthy?"
She gasped and said no. I didn't believe her and pulled my hand away to touch it. But she pushed me away, telling me to go take a shower.
I said, "I already showered this morning."
She said she wanted to shower first, and I agreed. When she wasn't looking, I touched her genitals. Then I said, "You're
filthy too."
She slapped me and said, "What's the rush?"
Then she drifted into the bathroom.
The sound of water filled the air, and I quickly went to the window to light a cigarette to refresh myself. Outside the hotel window, the sun was shining brightly,
and there wasn't a single building in sight. A gentle breeze blew in, making it feel like a perfect day for an outing, but the indoors felt even more
bright and cheerful.
After finishing her cigarette, I didn't feel any better. She came out, wrapped in a bath towel. Seeing me standing at the window, the window and
curtains wide open, she let out a soft cry and tried to hide back in the bathroom.
I turned the air conditioner to the lowest temperature, without closing the window or drawing the curtains. I walked over to her and said, "I've
scouted the area; there's no danger nearby. You can relax."
She held the bath towel, looked at the window, and said, "I've never paid attention to what's outside."
I was behind her, my hand sliding up the towel to grab her buttocks, squeezing and kneading them forcefully. She slapped my
hand, turning around and saying, "Look at you, so impatient."
As she turned, I pulled down her bath towel, and two mounds of flesh popped out. She instinctively let out a soft cry and
squatted down. She said, "It's at the window."
I stroked her hair and said, "No one can see."
She squatted down, her hand on my hip. Hearing my words, she started to get restless and began
playing with me through my pants again.
Looking out the window, at the bustling crowd below, and seeing someone kneading and squeezing me, my penis quickly
became erect.
She pulled down my pants, and my penis bounced upwards, sliding across her face.
I thrust my hips forward, indicating that she should give me oral sex. But she turned away. I was puzzled;
up until now, she had almost always been the one to initiate. Did this woman really mind oral sex?
I didn't give up and continued to thrust towards her mouth. She couldn't resist and took my penis into her mouth. She mechanically
moved it back and forth.
I was very satisfied, especially since she didn't agree and still had to give me oral sex.
Looking up at the bustling crowd below, and seeing a woman giving me oral sex
, I had never imagined such a scene before.
It was exciting; I felt I couldn't resist the temptation. I
quickly pulled out my penis.
She willingly got into bed.
My penis quickly became soft after leaving the lubrication of her fragrant lips.
I was tired.
I took an electric condom from the hotel's condom supply; I still had condoms in my bag, and the key thing was the
bouncy ball.
I straddled her head, letting her continue charging my penis. I started roaming over her body.
I finally understood why I could hear her moaning at night.
When I buried my face in her breasts and sucked on her nipples, she spat out my penis and started
screaming loudly—a scream.
The sound was so loud and penetrating.
I quickly put my penis back into her mouth and started thrusting.
She sucked on it while making "hehe" sounds from her throat. Unlike when she was giving me oral sex, now she
was actively and diligently sucking.
Occasionally, she would spit out my penis, scream a couple of times, and continue licking. Every time her tongue touched the glans, she would make
a probing motion, making me itchy and occasionally causing me to tremble. Sometimes she would lick down my penis, sucking on
my testicles and gently swallowing them.
Her breasts were so large that it took two hands to encircle them.
When she lay down, her breasts parted to the sides and then piled up.
A mountain of flesh, a sea of milk—looking at such a full body, I felt somewhat powerless.
I turned on the vibrator and pressed it against her nipples; the brown nipples seemed a size larger.
These enormous breasts were truly advantageous; you could knead and shape them however you wanted.
I played with them for a while
before slowly moving downwards.
Then she stopped, fiddling with my penis, and said, "Don't look, my belly isn't pretty. It looks like a watermelon rind."
I smiled and said, "I just love eating watermelon."
Her belly was quite large, with rolls like a Michelin Man. If she were smaller, I could mistake it for baby
fat. But now… though, her belly was soft, and it did feel somewhat similar to her breasts.
Holding the vibrator, I moved downwards; her pubic hair was truly abundant.
I had her bend her legs and raise her hips to make it easier for me to play.
She cooperated.
Her pubic hair completely covered her vulva.
The curly pubic hair extended along her buttocks all the way to her anus.
The pubic hair near her vulva was damp, and I laughed, saying, "You're all wet."
She rolled her eyes at me and said, "You've been dawdling for so long, of course I'm getting a reaction."
I asked, "So you prefer to go straight to the point?"
Saying this, I snatched my penis back from her mouth. I turned to straddle her.
She roughly grabbed my penis again, stroking it with her hand, saying, "As long as it makes me feel good, you can
do whatever you want with it."
Then she took my penis into her mouth, giving me a vigorous sucking and smacking sound.
I knelt on the bed, watching her large body bent over, lying on her side, giving me oral sex. Her large breasts
hung on her chest, swaying with the movement of her head, and I reached out and grabbed them. She said, "We've been playing
for so long, aren't you done yet?"
I bent down and sucked hard on her breast. Then I said, "These two treasures, I can never get enough of them."
After saying that, I poked her breast with my penis.
She lay flat, her hands cupping her breasts and rubbing my penis back and forth.
I watched her use her breasts to play with my penis. I'd done breast play before, but never seen it like this before; a gentle
lift from both sides was enough to completely envelop my penis.
I started by thrusting in and out a few times, but soon the saliva on my penis dried, and it didn't feel as good anymore
.
I pinched her nipple and turned to play with her genitals.
Her genitals were plump and fleshy; even with overflowing vaginal fluid, I could only see a dark patch and
a slit below.
Parting her thick pubic hair, I easily inserted my middle finger into her vagina, rotating it and
thrusting in and out. She cried out wildly, her vaginal fluids trickling out,
wetting a large area of her pubic hair. With my other hand, I parted the slit; her labia were small, shyly hiding inside.
Her labia were dark pink. After playing with them for a while, I went to find her clitoris.
Her clitoris was already erect; a gentle touch sent shivers down her spine.
Shouting, "It feels so good, so good!"
I took the bouncy ball and touched her clitoris repeatedly. She started talking nonsense. "You're so good at this...
My pussy feels so good... Play with my pussy now... It feels so good... You can do whatever you want with my pussy..."
She twisted her body, finding my penis. She started stroking it again: "Why did it go soft again after a while
?"
She even slapped it after saying that. "Get up now, come play with my horny pussy."
This is a decent girl, but I feel like I'm in a sauna.
Since she's so horny, I didn't hold back. I inserted three fingers into her vagina, thrusting them in and out, touching
her G-spot.
The bouncy ball pressed firmly against her clitoris.
She stopped what she was doing and clenched it tightly.
Her body tensed up, her buttocks rising and falling.
Sometimes she would tremble, causing waves of flesh to roll.
She moaned and groaned.
When I go out to find prostitutes, they're the ones who provide the service. Even though they have props to play with her, they
're still technicians; they make a living by using their bodies.
So I wouldn't go too far.
At this moment, I completely let go, freeing one hand to grab and squeeze her large breasts tightly.
My other hand's thumb pressed against her clitoris, while the other four fingers were inserted into her vagina, frantically digging. A
gush of fluid flowed out, a spray.
I couldn't tell if it was urine or vaginal fluid. I
just kept digging.
She screamed, her limbs going limp.
The hand holding my penis slowly slipped down.
Seeing her lying there like a dead pig, I pulled my hand out. I started squeezing each breast hard. After a while
, she recovered. I put my wet hand in front of her and said, "You peed on my hand."
Then I started slapping her breasts back and forth. Her breasts swayed in circles, the flesh rolling in waves.
She smiled at me, her eyes full of allure.
"Be gentle,"
she said, slightly opening her mouth and licking her lips. Then she looked up and took my hand in her mouth,
sucking on each finger one by one.
Looking at her slutty expression, I laughed and asked, "What does it taste like?"
She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and said, "Try it yourself."
I patted her breast again, put my hand under my nose, and smelled it; there was no urine smell. I hugged her and asked,
"Did you enjoy that?"
She said, "I was so full, it felt so good!"
I scolded, "With so much pee, how are you going to sleep tonight?"
"Sleep on me, put your dick in my pussy and sleep."
Saying this, she moved over to me and climbed onto her. I lay on top of her.
She said, "Why is your dick soft again?"
Saying this, she reached down and started stroking it again.
"Want it again?" I asked.
"Yeah, I want it in, want me to lick it again?"
She said, shaking her penis.
"You're so slutty,"
I scolded. I casually opened the bouncy ball and inserted it into her vagina.
"You don't like me being slutty? You make me feel good, and I'll be slutty. I'll do whatever you want."
She started moaning, "I can't take it anymore, hurry up and fuck me! It's so itchy, come and poke my
pussy!"
She bent her legs, placed my penis on her vulva, and rubbed it back and forth with her hips, occasionally
twisting randomly. She freed her hands to tease my nipples. Her vulva was still wet, plump and hairy
, and the friction felt really good, and my penis started to slowly harden.
"Then I'll fuck your ass later."
I said, pinching her buttocks with my other hand.
She said, "Fuck my pussy, it's itchy inside." She
even squeezed the bouncy ball out with her lower body. She then grasped my penis and guided it into her vagina.
"I haven't put on a condom yet. I won't pull it out later."
I had just seen that her vulva was clean and had no odor. She was a decent girl, so I was relatively at ease.
I said this while thrusting my lower body.
She hummed and hawed in response, "Just shoot inside me, I have an IUD, it's okay."
"Aren't you afraid I'll get sick?" I asked.
"Damn, I just had your cock for free, I'm a medical student after all. Hurry up and thrust, it's itchy inside."
She hugged my buttocks and pressed down hard, "Harder, deeper."
I lifted my buttocks a little, and with her pressure, I thrust in hard. She let out a melodious "Oh..."
and said, "That feels good. It's all the way to my cervix."
Then she shook her head and said, "Hurry up and thrust into me, hurry up and thrust into me, your cock is so thick."
"I don't use a condom, so it doesn't last long," I said.
"How long?"
she asked casually, only focused on feeling the thrusting of my penis.
"I don't know, how come you came so quickly and even squirted? Didn't you get enough last night?
I heard it last night. How long did he last?" I asked.
"Usually it lasts about 10 minutes, but yesterday he only lasted a few thrusts before he came," she said.
"Did you hold it in all night, so you came to find me?" I asked.
She hummed in agreement and said, "Hurry up and fuck me, I've been thinking about your cock all night."
I thrust in and out vigorously, asking, "Is my cock better or his?"
She said, "Yours is better, yours is thicker than hers, it fills my pussy so well. Fuck me...fuck me harder...it feels so good
. Faster...harder...it's so deep...it's killing me."
I thrust wildly.
After a few dozen thrusts, she tensed up again, her vagina contracted, and a surge of heat rushed to my glans
. I, dressed in plain clothes, shuddered.
I grabbed the bouncy ball and pressed it against her clitoris, continuing to thrust. After a few more thrusts, another warm stream came.
I was stunned. This woman ejaculates so easily. I wanted to see how many more times she could ejaculate, but along with this warm
stream, a tingling sensation spread from my inner thighs to my buttocks. I tightened my buttocks, and suddenly I couldn't hold back anymore.
I lay comfortably on top of her, my penis inside her vagina, wet with her juices and my
semen.
Her hips were still writhing, and I felt like a small boat on a wave. I felt a little seasick.
My limp penis couldn't satisfy her, and with one of her movements, it slipped out. She quickly
reached out and grabbed it, then began to stroke it back and forth.
I got off her and said, "I didn't sleep last night, I'm too tired. I guess I can't get hard. Do you want more?"
She said, "I haven't had enough, it felt so good just now."
I played with her breasts, playing with them intensely. She winced in pain, but didn't stop me.
"Masochist," I thought. I started biting her nipples.
She said it hurt, but her moans were so lewd. I inserted my hand into her vagina and thrust forcefully. She
screamed wildly.
After playing with her vagina for a while, I had her lie down, straddled her, and started playing with her buttocks. Her
buttocks were big.
Lots of flesh.
I spanked her until her buttocks were red, and she just moaned seductively.
I spread her legs, and through the flesh of her buttocks, I could see her hairy vulva.
I stuffed the bouncy ball inside, pinched her buttocks, and patted her vulva.
Or I spread her buttocks and played with her anus.
She moaned and twisted her body, and I pressed down hard. Suddenly, "plop!" I saw the bouncy ball
slide out of her vagina with a spray of water. She screamed and didn't move.
I lay down next to her, exhausted. Damn, this was the first time I'd ever released both my animalistic desires and my sexual urges at the same time.
After resting for a while, I asked her if she was satisfied. She nodded.
"You like being hit, huh? You're such a pervert," I said.
She said a little angrily, "I don't like it, why did you hit me? My whole body aches now."
I laughed and said, "If you didn't like it, why would you spray so much water? Who are you kidding?"
Seeing that she ignored me, I poked her and asked, "Did you know before that you liked being masochistic?" "
No," she said irritably.
I said, "Are you still angry? Aren't you studying medicine? I remember that masochism is a kind of sex, it's
normal, right?"
"Then I'll hit you later," she said.
Looking at her strong body, I quickly shook my head: "Let me pamper you instead."
I said, not caring whether she liked it or not. I pulled her into my arms. "Why didn't you let me in here just now?"
I said, poking her anus with my hand.
"When did I not let you in? If you're so capable, try poking me now."
I said, grabbing my penis and swinging it back and forth: "Soft-skinned snake, you're really useless."
I was furious: "Damn it, if I hadn't stayed up last night, I would have fucked your cunt today."
She laughed: "Oh, you can swear too."
I cursed her as a slut. She said she didn't know before that she liked to be beaten during sex. She just
liked to say dirty words during sex, but she had never been hit during sex.
I said, "You slut, you can say dirty things to me all the time. By the way, when you get hit, does your pussy
get wet? Does it feel good?"
She cursed at me and said, "It hurts when I get hit, what good is it? Wet? I just cry."
I looked at her flushed face and breasts and asked, "Where does it feel best to be hit?"
"Puss, but it really hurts if it's too hard."
I went to slap her genitals, but she pushed my hand away and said, "It doesn't feel good to be hit now."
"Is that enough?" I asked.
"What else can I do? Are you even capable?"
"Tch, you like getting hit, don't you?"
"You son of a bitch, I like it when you're fucking me."
I laughed. She started hitting me. I kissed her and said, "I'm hungry, let's go eat."
She nodded.
I checked the time, it was already past 12. We hadn't even had breakfast. So we washed up, changed clothes, and went out
to eat.
Jiang Xue suggested going to Liang'an Cafe, and I had no objection. We ordered two set meals and a pot of coffee, chatting as we ate.
Jiang Xue told me her story, seeing herself as a tragic heroine, while I listened as a tale.
Like playing with women, she said, "I can spend effort and money, but never emotions. How to weigh gains and losses is
irreversible in life. We don't consider the cost when we want something, only to regret it when we lose it."
Jiang Xue came from an ordinary family. Her first love was in college, with a man
from Tengzhou who had moved to Beijing.
Tragically, her father was diagnosed with stomach cancer just before graduation.
Treatment required a large sum of money, which
her family couldn't afford, and her boyfriend from Tengzhou wasn't wealthy either.
To pay for her father's treatment, she married her current husband, a pharmaceutical factory owner with little education.
The owner treated her well.
Crucially, Jiang Xue was assigned to the drug administration bureau after graduation—
a typical combination of money and power.
Later, Jiang Xue became pregnant, her husband cheated on her, and her father passed away.
She told me she wasn't so fat when she was in school; after a series of events, her weight spiraled out of control.
She showed me photos from her school days—she was beautiful and had a great figure.
I laughed and said, "You were the school beauty back then, weren't you?"
She answered "yes" without hesitation. She said many boys pursued her back then, but she didn't know why she liked
this one from Tengzhou. Maybe he was a basketball player and very handsome.
Her story was cliché, and I chatted with her casually. After giving birth, she started to gain weight.
Her husband's infidelity and her father's death made her disillusioned with her marriage, even though her husband treated her well. I
laughed and said, "If I cheated, I would treat my wife better afterward, because I would feel guilty."
She thought for a moment and said, "Maybe. But now that I'm fat, he hasn't changed much."
I chuckled awkwardly. I like plump women; I find sex more comfortable. Lying on a thin girl feels like
lying on a washboard. But Jiang Xue seemed a bit too plump.
She continued her story.
After that, her life became monotonous and peaceful.
Going to work, coming home, picking up the child, taking care of the child, sleeping.
Her husband often had to go on business trips or didn't come home late at night.
The child was her everything.
When the child was two years old, her mother-in-law retired and began to take full control of the child.
Her life suddenly felt empty.
Then she remembered him in Tengzhou.
I asked her with a smile, "Did you two have sex when you were in school?"
She countered, "What did we have sex about?"
"Sex, you know," she said. "No, he knows my body, but he's never penetrated me."
I nodded. I asked, "How many times have you come to Tengzhou to see him? Doesn't he come to Beijing to see you?"
She smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know how many times. He's always so busy, he can only spare a little time
to be with me. It's usually at night. He promised to take me out a long time ago, but he hasn't gone. This time he asked me to come,
but he still didn't have time."
"Then why did he ask you to come?"
"He asked me to borrow money. He wants to start a business, but he doesn't have enough money," she said.
Hearing this, I was suddenly struck by a jolt. Damn, I knew there was no such thing as a free lunch! How come there's a woman willing to pay
a man to come to her?
I cautiously asked, "What kind of business? How much does he want to borrow?"
"He wants to contract a coal mine and asked me to borrow 100,000 yuan. I don't know the specifics," Jiang Xue said.
I chuckled when I heard that. Then I couldn't help but ask her, "He needs to borrow 100,000 yuan from you to contract the mine?"
"He said he doesn't have any working capital right now,"
Jiang Xue said helplessly.
"What are you thinking?"
I asked Jiang Xue.
"I transferred the money to him the day before yesterday," Jiang Xue said.
"You didn't think he was lying to you?"
"I don't think about it. He's borrowed money from me before, and he always paid it back on time," Jiang Xue said.
I looked at Jiang Xue seriously and said, "You thought he might be lying to you?"
Jiang Xue's eyes were a little red, and she said, "He's my first love. If he's lying to me for 100,000 yuan, so be it."
She sighed and said, "A few days ago, he called me several times a day, but after I gave him the money, things seem
different. He hasn't called at all today. 100,000 yuan, it's worth it for me to see him for who he really is. I don't need that money."
I casually brushed her off. I thought she was quite open-minded, but I secretly wondered if she was setting me up.
It's normal for men to spend money on women, the key is to spend that money wisely. Going to a karaoke bar or sauna, no matter the cost, you have to find something
that makes you comfortable, right?
Chatting with her, it was almost 1 a.m. before I knew it. Having eaten, I started to feel sleepy again.
Just then, her phone rang.
She answered it.
I could hear the unhappiness and helplessness in her voice.
The call was from the guy from Tengzhou. He
was basically asking if she had eaten, where she ate, and if she wanted him to come over—just some trivial stuff.
Damn, it's already past 1 a.m.
Lunch or afternoon tea?
Then Jiang Xue took the phone and left, I don't know what she said.
When she came back, Jiang Xue was much more cheerful. She smiled and asked if I was going to go to that mountain with her that afternoon. I said
I was really tired, I didn't even want to go out for dinner earlier. I wanted to sleep. She said, "Okay, you go back to sleep, I
'm going out for a walk."
I asked if she wanted me to come with her. She said your eyelids are drooping, go back to sleep.
Before we parted ways at the coffee shop, Jiang Xue asked if I was leaving today. I didn't lie to her, saying, "No,
I won't leave until Monday at the earliest."
Back at the hotel, I collapsed onto the bed. I slept soundly until a phone call woke me.
It was Jiang Xue calling, asking, "Still sleeping?" I yawned and said yes. She told me to wake
up in half an hour.
Wake up? What a joke! I lay back down and went back to sleep. A moment later, there was a knock at the door. I called out irritably, "Don't
clean the room."
Jiang Xue's voice came through. Still half-asleep, I grabbed a pair of beach shorts, put them on, and opened the door for her. She came in, and I
closed the door.
She looked at me and suddenly laughed, picking up her underwear from the bed and saying, "You're going commando again? You've got a tent in your pants."
I groggily looked down and said, "What is it? I'm still not fully awake."
Then I flopped back onto the bed, ready to go back to sleep. The beach shorts were rubbing uncomfortably against my hard penis, so I casually
pulled them off and tossed them aside.
"Damn, you don't treat me like an outsider at all."
Jiang Xue said, sitting down on the bed and touching my penis. "They say when you're well-fed and clothed, you think of sex. You haven't even eaten
yet, and this thing is already hard."
Her actions made it hard for me to sleep, so I reached back and touched her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the cotton
fabric felt wonderful to the touch. She slapped my hand away, helped me put on my beach shorts, and said, "Are you hungry?
I'm hungry."
I looked at her in surprise and asked, "Where's your first boyfriend?"
She casually replied, "He's busy."
"Damn, I'm still a substitute!" I said indignantly.
She patted my bare bottom and said, "I've already let you sleep with me, why are you jealous?"
I was stunned. I lifted my buttocks slightly, and she helped me put on my beach shorts. I squinted at her and said, "Little maid..."
"You know how to serve people, huh? Come on, give me a smile."
She slapped my butt again, this time with a full swing, making me jump. It wasn't that my butt
hurt that much, but in the process of dodging, my erect penis twisted and bumped. That hurt!
My jump startled her, and she asked anxiously, "Did I hurt you? Let me rub it for you."
As she spoke, she began to rub my buttocks.
I said irritably, "It's not my butt that hurts."
I straightened my back as I said this, "You bumped it here. Give me a good rub."
She laughed and said, "I didn't touch it, it's not my fault, you rub it yourself."
I pounced on her, grabbed her breasts, and rubbed them hard, saying, "I'll rub, I'll rub, I'll rub hard."
She was a little breathless from my rubbing and said, "I'm telling you to rub your own, not mine."
She pushed me away and said, "Let's go eat first. If we keep messing around, we don't know when we'll go eat."
I stood up and put on my clothes, saying, "You want it?"
She hummed in agreement, "Your rubbing makes me want it again."
Her breasts are very sensitive.
I thought her man might be back sometime soon, so I shouldn't mess around with her. So I asked, "
Where do you want to eat?"
She said, "You decide tonight, it's my treat."
I don't usually let women pay, except for my wife, of course. I quickly said, "Okay, you decide where to go. I
'm not used to being treated by women."
"Alright, invite her to my room to eat."
She then made a phone call, ordered food, and even asked me, "You're from the South, you're not used to eating steamed buns,
are you? It's just a meal. "
I nodded dumbly.
Damn it, what kind of idea was this? What if her man came back halfway through the meal… What if
her man came after we finished eating and we were chatting…
What if she got horny and I couldn't control myself and then her man came…
I have very little self-control.
I'm not stupid; I've analyzed this woman. Her clothes aren't cheap; several of her casual t-shirts
cost over a thousand. At lunch, her demeanor and speech showed she was very cultured. When she's dressed, she gives off a mature, sophisticated vibe;
without clothes, she's just a cheap slut.
"You let me decide, now it's decided, let's eat in my room."
She opened the door and went to her room.
I followed her, steeling myself. Soon, the food was served. Four dishes, a soup, and two bowls of rice—it was quite a feast.
During the meal, she drank heartily and chatted animatedly. I, on the other hand, was on edge, chewing on cardboard. She wore a long black
t-shirt, the hem reaching mid-thigh, with a clover logo embroidered in small, tri-colored sequins in the center.
As she squatted, stood up, bent over, and lifted her hips, I noticed that she wasn't just wearing nothing underneath, but
also nothing on her lower body. Temptation! Blatant temptation! Several of her movements were clearly intentional exposure. Damn it
, my self-control is so weak…
Halfway through the meal, she asked if I had enough rice and offered to give it to me. I said, "You've already eaten it, giving it back to me,
isn't that disgusting?"
She said, "When you made me eat your dick, why didn't you say it was disgusting?"
I said, "We're eating, don't talk about this. Besides, you seemed to be enjoying it, so it must have been quite delicious
."
She said, "Are you kidding me? I wouldn't have eaten it if you hadn't forced it into my mouth. Next time you put it in my mouth, I'll
bite it off and soak it in alcohol."
"You're ruthless."
I let go, stood up, pulled down my beach shorts, and my penis drooped out. "I'll let
you soak it in alcohol."
I said, grabbing her head and shoving it into her mouth.
She screamed, "Indecent assault!"
which startled me. She took the opportunity to break free from my grasp. She said, "You wait."
I sat down on a chair, took off all the beach shorts hanging on my legs, and said, "I'll wait, who's afraid of who?"
She took a can of beer from the refrigerator, opened it, poured a glass, and came to me, saying, "You promised to let me soak it in alcohol
."
She squatted down and carefully placed her penis into the glass.
I was stunned, staring at the penis bubbling and bubbling around in the beer. The cold beer made me
shiver.
She watched the penis in the glass with interest, occasionally swirling the glass
to let it float in the beer. The tiny bubbles clinging to the penis slowly detached and rose to the surface.
I said, "People use baijiu (Chinese liquor) to make infusions, you're using beer! It looks like my penis is in pee
. It's disgusting, I can't stand it."
I started to get up.
She said, "Don't move! You like baijiu? We have some, you wait."
She told me to take the glass.
How could I take that? Frustrated, I said, "Don't change it, don't change it, just beer. Is it ready yet?"
She said, "Human penis infusion doesn't take that long, at least an hour."
I gasped. She playfully kissed me lightly on the cheek. Then she said, "Sweetie, you take it first."
I took the glass, looking at my penis floating in it, feeling a strange unease. She moved a footstool over and
placed it in front of the sofa, lowering it slightly to hold a wine glass. Then she had me sit forward, spread my legs, and let my penis hang naturally
into the glass. Damn, how could it be such a coincidence? The size was perfect.
After she finished, she clapped her hands and said, "Okay, just stay there and don't move. Don't spill
the wine! If you spill it, I'll soak your dick in Erguotou (a type of   Chinese liquor). "
I shuddered. I didn't know what it felt like to soak a dick in Erguotou, but I knew what it felt like to soak my head in sorghum liquor.   When I was a kid, I soaked my head in sorghum liquor to get lice—it hurt so much!   Soaking my dick in it would kill the bacteria, but whether it would still work afterwards was another question.   I watched her with a long face. She ate her food and, seeing my strange expression, asked, "Why aren't you eating   ?"   I said, "I'm afraid to eat, afraid of spilling the wine."   She laughed heartily. I asked, "Have you tried this on someone before? How could it be such a coincidence, just right?"







"Are you crazy? What's so great about trying this? This is my first time making wine today. And it's human penis
wine, hahaha." She
even shook my penis.
I loudly stopped her: "Don't shake it like that. If you shake it hard, how will you make the wine?"
She laughed so hard she spilled half the wine. I said, "Look, all this hard work making the wine, and you spilled
it. What a pity, what a pity."
"What's a pity? I'll make more later."
Saying that, she picked up half a glass of wine and held it in front of me: "Want some?"
I couldn't resist, so I quickly shook my head and said no. She gave me a flirtatious smile and drank it all in one gulp. She even stuck out
her tongue and licked her lips. That seductive charm made me instantly erect.
She glanced at my lower body, grinned foolishly, and said, "Want some? We haven't finished eating yet."
She smacked her lips: "The wine tastes pretty good."
After saying that, she went to get another glass of wine and started studying how to make an erection with human penis.
My hard penis stood erect, defiant of her commands. Watching her fidget below, I laughed and said,
"How's the liquor?"
"Delicious."
"How so?"
she replied, "It has a slightly musky smell."
I slapped her buttocks: "You're the musky one here."
She stumbled, the glass shoving into my penis, spilling most of the liquor. She stood up, lifted her
clothes, revealing her bare lower body. She slowly poured the remaining liquor onto her stomach.
The liquor flowed down her slightly protruding, smooth abdomen, wetting her pubic hair, combing it into strands before gathering them together.
A thin line dripped from the tip of her thick pubic hair, making it even darker and more striking.
"Want to try some soju?"
she asked, slightly twisting her body. One hand clutched her clothes, the other continued pouring liquor. She lifted her lower body forward.
I stuck out my tongue and took two sips. She asked, "Is it good?"
I said, "It's good, so pungent! Really pungent."
Coming to my senses, I said, "Damn it, why do I feel like I'm drinking your pee?"
She laughed loudly, ignoring her wet stomach and lower body, and put down her clothes, saying, "I'm not giving you any more,
I still need to make human penis wine."
Saying that, she went to pour more wine.
I said, "You still need to make it? Why don't you pour the wine down my stomach too, and you can catch it down there.
It's much more convenient for me to drink this than yours, it has a tap, you can even use it as a conduit if you want."
She brought the wine over and said, "You wish, making me use it as a conduit."
Then she squatted in front of me, lifted my clothes, and poured the wine down my stomach, the wine flowing down my penis in an
arc before sliding into her mouth. I immediately took off my clothes, I had long forgotten about whether her man would come.
"Why do I feel like you're drinking my pee?" I said with a laugh.
"You pee, if you pee, I'll catch it down there too."
I gave up, because I really couldn't pee.
After pouring the wine, I asked her, "How does it taste like this?"
She laughed and said it tasted better soaked, with a stronger, more pungent flavor. I was completely defeated. Watching her pour more wine to make "
human penis wine," I poured myself a cup.
As she prepared her "human penis wine," she saw me holding the cup and, ready to tease me, asked, "What, you're planning to make human penis
wine? This wine is hard to make."
"Human penis wine"—what kind of term is that? I ignored her and simply lifted her clothes, tucking them under her armpits.
I made her bend over and dipped her nipples in the cup.
She cooperated, asking, "What are you doing?"
I laughed, "I'm making mare's milk wine."
She laughed so hard she bent over, spilling the wine and wetting her clothes. I stroked her breasts, gesturing for her
to take off her clothes. She stood up, turned off all the lights in the room, and in the darkness, turned on a bedside
lamp. Turning to her side, she slowly removed her clothes.
Her breasts weren't heaving, but rather surging like giant waves. Generally, a chubby girl's breasts don't seem large to you.
But hers exuded a milky fragrance. Such large mounds, defying gravity
, were impossible. Her breasts were slightly sagging, but not unattractive; they felt so real, so heavy
.
Remarkably, her nipples were slightly upturned.
Under the bedside lamp, they shone brightly, white as snow, darkly, hazy and mysterious.
A wine stain reflected a faint halo around her breasts,
supporting those sacred peaks.
She slowly turned her body, letting light and shadow play on her breasts, the slightly upturned nipples submerged in
darkness, yet teasing my most primal desires.
I licked my lips, wanting to suckle.
She slowly stood on the bed, holding onto the headboard. Light and shadow swept across her breasts, reflecting on her slightly protruding, smooth abdomen,
like a languid, serene Turkish bather. Her deep navel cast a long shadow.
And upwards...
The lamp cast dappled light through her pubic hair, piercing my eyes but concealing the source of my desire.
The dark hair shone brilliantly in the light, and a halo of moisture reappeared, like clouds shrouding a sacred mountain valley.
She turned, slightly parting her legs,
revealing that sacred valley to the light.
Hidden beneath the pubic hair, it evoked a veiled, alluring fantasy.
A hand brushed across that fantasy
, covering it, then removing it, ruffling the hair, revealing a primal wildness.
The disheveled pubic hair, the sacred halo,
vanished into darkness with her turn.
Her large, white buttocks traced a beautiful arc, the tender flesh about to be revealed before me.
Light and shadow painted a picture of half fire, half ice.
She gripped the headboard again, her back to me, the light blocked by her body. She stretched out one foot, reaching for the ground
. The body behind me, though bathed in dim light, exuded boundless power. I suddenly thought of Courbet's Bathers
.
"She's not a medical student, she's an art student, and a human body artist at that,"
I thought bitterly.
She walked towards me, her movements indistinct, neither heavy nor light, but slow.
Backlit, shrouded in a hazy glow, large swaths of shadow outlined her undulating form.
Her breasts trembled, a glimmer of light flashing from their edges, giving me a dawn-like intoxication.
For a moment, I was transported back to the Tang Dynasty, to Yang Guifei emerging from her bath.
Or to the goddesses and women of the Renaissance stepping out of a painting.
I wanted to rush over, embrace her, crush her, ravage her. But I restrained myself, unwilling to destroy that beauty.
She came before me, cradling my head, gently placing it on her belly. My cheek rubbed against her
smooth, fleshy belly, like a child in my mother's arms.
She softly asked, "Am I beautiful?"
I shouted, "Beautiful!!!"
"Then why don't you possess me, you madman?"
Her tone remained soft and slow. My desire ignited instantly.
In a frenzy, I grabbed her hips, squeezing and kneading. My head desperately tried to burrow into her belly, as if
wanting to return to the warmth of her womb. She simply held my head gently, letting me run wild.
I pressed her body down hard, burying my head between her breasts. She released my head, squeezing her breasts.
I felt suffocated, my cheeks surrounded by soft, tender flesh. I opened my mouth, aimlessly wandering, kissing, and biting
everything within reach. Finally, my mouth reached the summit. Swallowing, sucking, and gently biting. Her moans
rose wave after wave. She held my head again, pressing it tightly into my arms.
I withdrew my hand from her buttocks. One hand gripped her breast tightly. The other ravaged her
lower abdomen, stroking and playing with her pubic hair, occasionally grabbing it hard.
She cried out loudly, it was hard to tell if it was from pain or excitement. Occasionally, if she scratched too hard, she would pat my
back and yell, "Go easy... you little brat... you've ripped all my hair off!"
I retorted angrily, "I'd like to see what you look like bald."
She laughed heartily, "Sure... whatever you want... but don't pull it off... ah...
you're killing me..." Hearing her lewd words, I inserted my fingers into her vagina.
Her vagina was already soaking wet. My fingers moved back and forth, making squelching sounds that were very stimulating
. So I worked even harder. She straightened her body and pressed my head hard against her breasts.
Even when I bit her nipples hard, she wouldn't let go. Her vagina gripped my fingers tightly, contracting and relaxing.
With a gush of vaginal fluid, everything loosened. My mouth, my head, and my fingers.
She collapsed in my arms. Her fingers traced my nipples, over and over again.
I asked her if it felt good? She said yes. I said I almost drowned her breasts just now. She suddenly pinched my nipple hard
and twisted it forcefully. I screamed in pain and angrily asked her what she was doing.
She puffed out her chest and said, "Damn it, you almost bit my nipple off just now, it hurt so much!"
In the light, I could see her nipple, areola, and a ring of teeth marks. Deep ones.
I gently stroked and kissed this side, while frantically pinching the other side. She lay weakly on
top of me, slowly beginning to moan again.
I placed her hand on my penis. The hard erection told her I wasn't satisfied.
She gently stroked it, then leaned down and took it into her mouth. Her
hand and mouth were so harmonious, performing a passionate lovemaking act.
I fell onto the sofa, her hair blocking out the light, enjoying the pleasure in the darkness.
Her oral skills were indescribable; even after visiting many brothels across the country, her oral skills left a deep impression on me
.
I didn't need to consciously control it; she had her own rhythm and pressure.
Navel, lower abdomen, inner thighs.   Her hands caressed my
penis, scrotum, groin, and even my anus.   She kissed and licked every inch of it.   I felt she wasn't just a student of body art, but a sex expert.   I began to moan, rapidly. My penis swelled, the glans feeling like it was about to explode. But under her control, I didn't ejaculate.   I reached out and grabbed her hair. She understood and quickened her hand movements, her tongue circling around my anus   before plunging deep inside. I screamed and began to ejaculate, and she suddenly took my glans into her mouth, catching my countless   offspring.   As I stood up, I saw a little white on the corner of her mouth. She made a face at me, swallowed it, and then licked it away with her tongue   . She smacked her lips, as if savoring it.   I looked at her with satisfaction and asked, "How does it taste?"   She nodded and said, "It tastes wonderful."   I asked again, "Why didn't you soak it in alcohol this time?"   She laughed, rolled her eyes at me, and said, "What do you know? This kind of high-protein food is meant to be eaten as sashimi. You don't eat it drunk   . Do you think it's drunken crab?"   I laughed out loud, hugged her, and gently stroked her. She said she must be tired and wanted to lie down on the bed for a while.   I was on a business trip in Chengdu, and having nothing to do that evening, I decided to write this.   Originally, I didn't want to write. But   after reading the replies to the previous post, I felt quite resentful.   The beauty of women,   whether slender or plump,   is different. Zhao Feiyan was graceful and slender , and while   her figure was beautiful, she wasn't listed among the Four Beauties. Yang Guifei was plump and voluptuous, and her appearance was that of a queen—the standard image of a mature woman.   Diao Chan had allure, Xi Shi had a delicate and refined beauty.   Wang Zhaojun had talent and virtue.   Every woman has her beauty (except for Sister Feng, I hope she can be ugly to the extreme, so the negatives make a positive).   If you've never been with a chubby woman, I feel sorry for you. Aside from a few slightly awkward positions, the feeling was truly   wonderful. As for slender women with full breasts, that's a rare find. You can't exactly pull down their pants to check first.   Besides, the allure of a plump woman is like wearing cotton wool, like a boat gliding on the crest of a wave. Don't you see the layers of flesh rolling up to   her shoulders?   Don't you see the breasts swaying, their movement gradually ceasing? To ravage a slender woman, seeing her willow waist swaying, her crotch yielding to pleasure,   is certainly the ultimate desire. Climbing majestic mountains and rivers is also a man's ambition.   There's a girl named Wang Fang on a talent show. Although she wasn't as voluptuous as Wang Fang, she was still quite charming and lovely.   Just rambling, don't take it too seriously.   I was lying in bed with her.


































Her skin was as smooth as silk.
Perhaps she was tired, for she had fallen asleep in my arms.
I looked at her face.
Baby-like and adorable, round and chubby, still flushed with a lingering red.
Long eyeliner (she wasn't Zhang Fei, who slept with his eyes closed), long eyelashes—I wondered what she was
dreaming about, her pupils occasionally shifting beneath her eyelids, causing her eyelashes to flutter.
A small, delicate nose, a small, delicate mouth.
With each breath, her plump lips trembled slightly.
I gently lifted her hair. Her ears weren't large, but her earrings were quite large and thick.
I've always had a habit of touching people's earrings.
Her earrings had a hole, just one.
But she wasn't wearing any jewelry.
I gently kneaded her earrings,
quietly counting her eyelashes.
But in my mind, I was thinking, what if that man suddenly came back?
I don't know how much time passed, half an hour, maybe an hour. My arm grew numb, and I couldn't help but move. She opened
her eyes: "Sorry, I actually fell asleep."
"Did you sleep well?" I asked.
She nodded and said, "I haven't slept this soundly in a long time. Your arm feels so good."
I smiled and said, "It's numb."
She quickly looked up to let me pull my arm away, then nestled into my arms again. I rubbed the back of my hand against her waist and hips
. I asked, "He's not back yet? Should we get ready?"
She didn't answer and started talking about other things.
She talked about her job.
Her original department was very lucrative, but now she'd been transferred to the logistics department. She
wasn't familiar with the work and was afraid of making mistakes.
Besides, she got in through a recommendation from her superiors.
She didn't know how many people in her old department were waiting to see her make a mistake and laugh at her.
She was under a lot of pressure.
This trip was supposed to be to relax, but then she ran into the issue of borrowing money.
She had just wired him the money yesterday, with a friend covering it.
Then he said he had something to do and told her to come back alone.
And then he saw my lecherous gaze.
I quickly protested that I hadn't been lecherous at all.
She said, "I've already slept with you, and you're still not a pervert."
I scoffed, thinking, "You're the one who seduced me. Anyway, I've already slept with you, so I'm not at a disadvantage."
Somehow, the conversation became ambiguous. She asked me if she felt good. I laughed and said, "Of course!"
She hit me, saying I wasn't being honest. She asked her again where it felt good.
I answered her seriously, "Your skin is so nice, it feels so good to touch."
I stroked her back.
"Anything else?"
"Your breasts are so big, so full, and so bouncy. They feel good to play with."
I started grabbing her breasts.
"Anything else?"
I put my fingers on her lips and said, "Your oral skills are really good, I like it when you give me a blowjob. It feels so good."
After thinking for a moment, I asked, "If you're so good at it, why didn't you give me a blowjob properly at the beginning?"
"What do you mean, at the beginning?"
"It was at the window."
I answered.
She rolled her eyes at me: "You have the nerve to say that? Who likes to give oral sex at the window? It feels like someone's
watching."
"Oh, you're so shy."
I pinched her cheek.
She said, "Of course, is there anything else that feels good?"
I said, "No."
She slapped me and pressed my penis against her hairy genitals, asking, "Is it uncomfortable here?"
I kissed her and said, "It feels good, your whole body feels good."
My hands began to roam freely over her genitals. "Where do I feel good?"
She shook my penis. "It feels good here."
My penis was already erect from our intimate moments.
"This is enough."
I said, rolling over and straddling her. "Let my comfort rub against your comfort."
She groaned loudly, and during one thrust, she suddenly lifted her hips, and my penis slid out of her vagina.
When I tried to thrust in again, she stopped me. "Don't rush, let me show you something."
She said, swaying her large breasts as she went to the bathroom to turn on the light, then ran back to turn off the bedside lamp and told me not to
turn the light on. The only light in the room came from the bathroom and rustling sounds. What's going on here? I
checked the time; it was past ten o'clock.
I wanted to finish quickly, to avoid any unforeseen complications. Her husband might be watching the game outside; if he was coming back
, he'd be back soon. I wanted to finish before eleven and go to bed. I made my decision.
The bathroom light went out. The room was pitch black. My heart jumped. What if
a burly man appeared before me when the light came back on?
There was light, flame light, coming from the bathroom.
She walked in wearing a white dress, holding two candles. The candlelight illuminated her chubby, doll-like
face, flickering. The dress was loose and flowing, like the one worn by the Athens Olympic torchbearers.
I sat up, and as she approached, I hugged her, my hands roaming over her.
She said, "Slow down, don't put out the candles."
I sped up. This bastard woman really knows how to have sex.
The moment she appeared, I didn't know whether she was mysterious or sacred; either way, as long as I could
be defiled, I felt a thrill.
I wanted to undress her, but she stepped back and handed me the candle. I started to undress; the dress
slipped gently to her feet, and she stepped out.
I felt nauseous; underneath the dress was a fishnet top. I said, "This outfit is only alluring under the light; it's too
dark to see the effect."
She then removed the fishnet top. Completely naked.
The candle was lit.
The woman was naked.
The candle in my hand illuminated every part I wanted to see.
Each drop of wax that fell on her body made her tremble.
The candle beneath her moved in and out of that intoxicating place, each deep penetration sending shivers down her spine.
The candlelight flickered, now bright, now dim, making her face appear even redder.
She still cried out so loudly, filled with excitement and satisfaction.
I was a little foolish, only thinking about where to drip the wax—nipples, breasts, or navel? My lower body
moved mechanically. My back ached, and her body was covered in tiny red spots, like blooming flowers, or like bright red
blood.
A little terrifying, a little eerie, but nothing but stimulation. I placed the candle on the bedside table. I began
to thrust frantically, each stroke going all the way in. Her breasts trembled strangely due to the wax.
She had already climaxed once; that warm liquid felt so good that I continued to thrust relentlessly. She cried
out wildly, her legs spread wide, arched high, raising her hips slightly to allow me to penetrate even deeper.
She clung to my neck, her whole body trembling. Strong contractions rippled through her vagina. Her tender flesh
caressed my penis, sucking it in. Another surge of heat sent a shiver through my legs, an electric shock running down my hips and lower
abdomen. I thrust in hard and ejaculated. She moaned in pleasure.
I collapsed onto her, panting. She lay motionless beneath me, also panting.
I glanced at the time; it was almost 11. Now that the battle was over, it was time to retreat. I got off her
, turned on the light, and started to get dressed. She grabbed me, not letting me go.
I smiled wryly and said, "He'll be back soon, won't he?"
"Let him be. He's not my husband."
"When I'm with you, I can't help myself, can I?"
I said
. "Can't help what?"
"Can't help making love to you."
As I said this, I hugged her and kissed her.
She laughed happily, "Really?"
I nodded, "What if he comes back and sees us having sex?"
"So what if he sees? He's seen me before anyway."
I smiled wryly, "He hasn't seen me, and you still want a threesome?"
She hit me and said, "I'm not that shameless. If you feel like you're getting the short end of the stick, I'll find you a prostitute tomorrow, you
two can do it, and I'll watch. You won't be at a disadvantage now, right?"
What kind of logic is that? She looked at me pitifully and said, "Keep me company, okay?"
I nodded helplessly. She was very happy and took out some wine and food, saying, "You're going to watch the game later,
right? I prepared it for you, we'll watch it together."
I started peeling off the wax from her body, piece by piece, sometimes it was hard to peel, making her frown. It was like
peeling an eggshell, the hard shell revealing a fair and tender interior.
I was a little tired and lay down on the bed. She took off my clothes, but she was putting them back on, that fishnet outfit. Under the light
, the black netting clung to her white flesh, her dark pink nipples peeking playfully out, heads held high. The open crotch of
the netting contrasted with the whiteness of her lower abdomen, highlighting the blackness and adding to the mystery.
"You slut, what are you up to now?"
I touched her genitals. Semen and vaginal fluid mixed and flowed down, wetting the netting. Her pubic hair, wet and then dry, was
in wisps, feeling slightly prickly to the touch. I rubbed it for a while, and it loosened again.
"You didn't even wash before putting it on."
She lay down beside me: "I like this feeling, I feel so lewd."
Touching my chest, she asked, "Do you like it?"
This bastard, is she deliberately trying to seduce me for the Tengzhou guys to see?
I pulled her to the bathroom.
The netting seemed to tighten even more in the water.
I helped her wash, using a lot of shower gel on her breasts and genitals. A large clump of bubbles concealed her genitals, but a
rinse with water revealed their true colors.
She helped me wash, paying special attention to her genitals, first with shower gel, then with her mouth.
I was too tired, and my penis still wouldn't proudly stand up.
After showering, I found a large plastic bag in the bathroom, filled with all sorts of things: shorts, underwear
, a bouncy ball, a vibrator. I stared at her blankly and said, "You bring all this with you?"
She blushed. "I bought these while I was wandering around this afternoon while you were sleeping."
Then she whispered, "I've never tried these before."
"Who are you buying them for?"
"I'm not telling you."
I spanked her, and she ran back to her room.
With my penis dangling, I went to the room. She was hiding under the covers. I dumped the contents of the bag onto the bed,
then crawled under the covers myself, hugging her as I looked at her purchases.
"This set is nice, it'll definitely be very seductive. It's even open-crotch, so I can do it without taking it off… This bell
is nice too… Damn, you bought such a thick one, if you get used to this, you'll have to find a foreigner."
Finally, I grabbed a braid that looked like a whisk, suddenly pulled back the covers, and prepared to whip her. She grabbed the whip, saying,
"Don't whip me if we don't make love." She
also glanced at my genitals.
I deflated instantly and collapsed onto the bed. She nestled obediently into my arms, saying, "Tired? Why don't you
sleep on my arm for a while?"
I rested my head on her arm. I was drowsy but couldn't fall asleep. I wondered what she really meant.
She was also interested in my body, touching and fiddling with this and that, mainly focusing on my genitals. With her persistent
efforts, my penis became erect. She looked at me with a mischievous grin, and I said, "Are you trying to make me sleep?"
She said, "I want more."
I rolled over and knelt behind her, asking, "How?"
She spread her legs, parted her labia with her hands, and said, "Fuck me."
I took the vibrator, but she pushed it away, saying, "I want the real one."
I said, "The real one in your ass."
She said, "Go ahead and do it if you want. He said I don't feel good there, that I have too much flesh on my ass, so he can't go in
deep."
I laughed and said, "That's because he doesn't know how to do it."
Saying that, I found a condom, put it on, and had her roll over onto the bed, sticking her buttocks up. I played with her anus with my fingers. She
turned her head and looked at me, saying, "Don't put it there."
"Why?"
She touched her genitals and said, "It's so itchy here, put it here first, let me have some fun."
I cursed her as a slut and thrust into her vagina. Her warm, moist vagina enveloped my penis.
Her swaying hips, so white against the black netting. I thrust hard, and she cried out loudly. Her buttocks arched back
and forth, matching my thrusts, making each one so deep.
As I thrust, I played with her anus, the pink flesh blooming with each contraction. I
dipped my fingers in her fluids and probed inside. She asked, "Where do you want me to put it?"
I hummed in agreement. She said, "Then put it in."
I pulled out my penis and aimed it at her anus. It was so tight; even with her fluids on my penis, I couldn't penetrate. I took
the vibrator she bought, applied lubricant to my penis, and then spread her anus and dripped some inside. Her anus contracted sharply.
I made her chest press against the bed, raising her hips higher, making her anus more visible. I whipped
her buttocks with a whip, half-squatting, thrusting into her anus, forcefully. I slowly entered her from top to bottom. She said it felt a little tight.
After a few thrusts, she started to adjust, and the rhythm quickened. While thrusting, I whipped her with a whip.
It really felt like riding a horse.
To say that anal sex is more comfortable, I don't think so.
A strong possessiveness and sense of conquest made me infinitely yearn for this black hole.
My arms waved, venting, I felt I had completely conquered her, she was my horse, I could
whip her and ride her as I pleased.
I asked her, "Is it comfortable? Is it deep?"
She answered vaguely, "Fuck me...it feels good..."
Riding a horse is tiring, so I changed my target, took off the condom, and looked at her still-open anus, I
was excited. Once excited, it can't last long, especially without the barrier of a condom. This time she didn't ejaculate but I did.
She wasn't satisfied, pouting and looking at me, saying she was almost there.
I took the vibrator and inserted it into her vagina, she cried out in pain, saying, "It's too thick."
I ignored her and thrust back and forth. She writhed, bending and straightening her legs. Water overflowed,
flowing down her groin onto the bed, spreading infinitely across the limited space of the sheets. I stopped thrusting, wondering if
the water flowed down my penis like this when I brought her to orgasm…
I felt a surge of desire to go again, but alas, I lacked the strength. Exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed.
I forgot about the European Cup, forgot about the Tengzhou man, forgot about the vibrator inserted in her vagina; all I wanted was to sleep. She rested
for a moment, then pulled out the vibrator and asked, "Are you exhausted?"
I mumbled an answer and fell asleep.
When I woke up the next day, it was almost noon; I had slept soundly. She woke up, looked at me beside me, and
we nestled together. I glanced around the room, woke up, and asked, "Did he come back yesterday, or did he? Did he see
me and then leave?"
She said, "Yesterday afternoon I told him I had something to do and had to rush back to Beijing."
"Then why didn't you tell me yesterday?"
"Were you on edge when we made love? Was it especially exciting?"
"You're such a pervert. You even bought so many things for me to play with."
"Don't you like it? It's not good for me to be horny with you."
Her hand touched me; morning erections don't necessarily happen in the morning, they happen when you wake up.
I laughed and said, "Let's do some morning exercises, it's good for our health."
She asked, puzzled, "What time is it? Doing morning exercises?"
I said, "Morning exercises, morning exercises, morning exercises for the vagina."
She laughed heartily, and I thrust hard. There was no foreplay, no whipping, no wantonness. Just a simple
dialogue between the penis and the vagina. I enjoyed it, and she enjoyed it too.
In the afternoon, we went to that mountain.
We felt like an old married couple, respecting and loving each other.
That's how people are; once they put on clothes, they become hypocritical.
When will they reveal their true nature?
Perhaps only in this way, strangers doing the things we know best, can we reveal more of ourselves—just
a little more.
She's like a kitten, playful, mischievous, and adorable. Occasionally, she'll show her claws.
She was supposed to go back on Monday, but she stayed a few more days for me. On Tuesday, on the Beijing-Shanghai line, she went north, and I went south.

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