C8 Cloud-rain

In the dark, when she was in my arms again, her body was trembling slightly and her body was shrinking tightly. She didn't push me, she only kept herself very tight, her voice was very low, I had to listen very hard while holding her, she said, "What are you doing, you don't want to, how can you do this? "Oh, no —" I kissed her, a little domineeringly, I had already done it, and she didn't seem to dislike me very much. She slowly opened her arms and hugged me, and she gasped for breath, and then her head followed my movements and kissed me, and the two of them held each other passionately.

"Oh, no, no, I —" She pushed me away violently, then gasped, "You — you can't do this, we can't do this!"

I was stunned in the darkness, my mouth still had the taste of her tongue, sweet, that feeling was too wonderful. Even though I just met her, I felt an extremely excited feeling.

It began to rain in the mountain city at midnight. The weather in Zhejiang was always heavy with rain. The weather was different from Su Bei's. The rain came as soon as it came. I heard the sound of rain falling on the windowsill.

The man in the darkness stood there, dazed.

The two of them panted for breath, and then suddenly they were in each other's arms again.

I kissed her again, more eagerly than before, and after a long time, both of us losing their minds in the heat of the distant fire, with steam and steam, I slowly pressed her down, and then, little by little, from her forehead to her nose to her mouth to her neck, I did it carefully, and although I didn't have much experience with women, reason told me what kind of woman she was, and what way she needed it.

Perhaps she was too sensitive, perhaps the way she lived abroad had made her think of sex as a beautiful thing, perhaps she needed to enjoy it, etc., I was just guessing.

Slowly she spoke in a soft, sweet voice that made me tremble. I had lost all sense of reason, and this time I could not help but think.

I slowly pushed her chest away, but when I moved my mouth to the left and right, her breasts were exposed.

"Ah," she said, hugging me tightly, her body entangling me, her head against the pillow, rubbing against the headboard of the bed. "No, no? "No, okay?" But the voice above my head told me she must not have refused.

I lifted my head, then I held her body and kissed her lips, and there they were again, and slowly she began to move under me.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the two of us were frantically invading each other, pulling back each other's clothes, and just as we were both bare-chested, she suddenly hugged me tightly and said, "We can't do this, God, how can we do this, we just met, didn't we? "I just met him, how can I do that?" She mumbled to herself.

I pulled away, and she "Oooh!" gasped, then bit my mouth again.

"Don't think about it too much," I said softly. I think my soul at that time was holy, without any impurities or deceit, just that my body belonged to her instinctively, greedily enjoying every bit of beauty in this woman.

"You're younger than me —" she said to me through the uncontrollable crack.

"It's all right, it's nothing —" I said more bitterly.

Then, without another word, they lingered again until all the clothes beneath them were gone, and I held her soft, cool, warm, and wonderful body in my arms on the soft hotel bed.

There was thunder outside, and with the lightning the light of the mountain city seemed to be at the window, illuminating the room from time to time. Every time the lightning came, I saw her face, her sweat-soaked hair, her bright black eyes, her lovely nose, her pink lips, and every time the thunder came, she would hug me tightly.

It was as if I could feel the rhythm, and when the thunder came, I went into her body. Her nails were a little long, almost cutting into my flesh, and when the thunder struck me, I would burst in, and she would cry out, and that was it, the bodies of the two mothers entwined, woven together.

That night, I felt a beauty I had never felt before. The only love I had in my school-days made me feel that it was a ritual, that I had never felt my body being opened up and put into honey, melting little by little in her sweet mouth, in the honey-like juice.

When I was little by little on her body, Howe handed it all over to her without reservation, and then I held her close, making a baby-like sound.

Silently, they held each other, she kept stroking my hair.

She was still stroking my back, all the way down to my groin. I laughed, chuckled, and said, "Are you all right?"

"No!" She shook her head, and the rain had stopped, too, and in the darkness I couldn't see her face, her body still together, not apart.

"Are you unhappy?" I asked her again.

She said, "I don't know!"

She didn't know, and I seemed to know, and she was a little regretful.

"Can you not tell me about this?" Why does she always feel that I'm going to tell her about it? Did she really not believe me? Do you care so much about the opinions of others? Had she really come back from abroad? She should be very open, but she is so conservative, conservative let me a bit sad.

I nodded. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone!"

Everything should have been beautiful, but because of this, she seemed to have become desolate.

"You go take a bath, you go first!" She smiled, then patted my body, and I nodded and got up abruptly. Without turning on the light, I groped my way to the bathroom, where I turned on the light and looked at my naked body and blushing. I frowned, then I washed my face with my hands and rubbed my face.

Standing under the lotus, I washed myself roughly and wrapped my towel around myself. I went out softly, and it was still dark outside, and she stood up in the darkness, and then came over, and she was about to take a bath, and she didn't say anything, and just as she reached me I suddenly hugged her from behind, and she said, "Ah," and then I held her and put my head back against my body, and I kissed her neck and said, "Don't regret it, okay? I am not a bad person! "

She put her head back, put her hands behind her back and grabbed me, and said, "I didn't think of you as a bad boy, I was happy, really happy, but I'm getting married, very soon, so don't tell this thing to me--"

I let go of her body as if electrocuted. She stood there, stunned, then went to the bathroom. I stood there and heard the sound of water.

Silently, I went back to bed and turned on the light. Then I dressed, one by one, and when I was dressed, I saw a cheque on the bed that I had not seen before, and I think I was not mistaken. I looked at the number on the check, one, ten, a hundred, a hundred, a hundred thousand, a million —

It was a number I had never seen before in my life. I was stunned.