My heart pounded even harder, as if something uncomfortable and suffocating was brewing within me, yet I couldn't resist getting closer… wanting to see for myself.
Upon reaching the corridor, I suddenly felt parched, and my heart sank. I considered turning back, but an inexplicable force compelled me to investigate.
I stretched out my finger, intending to poke a small hole in the paper, like in the TV dramas.
But when I poked it, it felt tough and difficult to pierce. It didn't feel like real paper, but rather like some new polymer material.
To force it open would likely make a loud noise… Meanwhile, the creaking of the bed came from inside, sometimes rapid, sometimes melodious, tinged with a soft, tearful moan. One could tell the woman's moans weren't particularly young, carrying a subtle, aged magnetism.
The tone was even more beautiful, like a mountain spring, the tinkling of jade pendants. Normally, her voice would be elegant and graceful, like heavenly music.
But now, it emitted rapid, seductive moans and gasps, like a sob, the moans occasionally rising to a high pitch during the more intense shaking and slapping, a piercing, seductive cry that made one's bones melt.
The key was that the voice was so familiar, giving me a deep, lingering sense of intimacy… While inexplicably exciting me, it also brought a agonizing anxiety and unease.
And besides this sound, another girl's voice entered my ears. Yes.
It was unmistakably a young girl's voice, her moans sweet and alluring, clear as pearls falling on a plate, so familiar, even more captivating than the previous voice.
The names corresponding to these two voices had already surfaced from the sea of memory, almost leaping out…
My anxiety intensified, a strong sense of unease rising within me. As if echoing this emotion, a slight warmth rose in my lower abdomen, accompanied by a faint stinging sensation, the heat flowing to my fingertips.
My fingers turned red, and the paper door they touched sizzled, like a cigarette butt hitting plastic film, quickly tearing open and burning a small hole.
The light inside was soft and warm, like candlelight, and most noticeable was a bed placed in the center.
It wasn't an ordinary bed, but rather a setup resembling a massage bed, large enough to accommodate five or six people. There were no obstructions, and whether you wanted to see it or not, a shocking scene unfolded before your eyes:
It was a scene of intense intercourse. A naked man, his back arched, displayed muscles that seemed sculpted through countless trials—smooth lines, taut muscles, sweat dripping down his physique.
Two shapely, long, and slender legs extended outwards from his shoulders, their calves possessing both beautiful lines and an exceptionally smooth, slender shape.
His beautiful legs were spread wide, knees touching his breasts, calves pointing diagonally upwards, revealing only the flawless, rosy heels and delicate, convulsively curled toes, like translucent pink pearls.
Her second toe and little toe were clenched tightly, like a baby's fist, except for her long, smooth, and supple big toe, which was impatiently curled up high, occasionally tensing along with her long, delicate foot…
On the disheveled and damp sheets lay a large, snow-white buttock, still astonishingly large even half-buried in the cushions, white and lustrous like a full moon.
Because her knees were pressed against her breasts, her snow-white buttocks were raised at an angle, the two peach-like cheeks facing the man's hips. A huge, thick, engorged, veiny, and breathtakingly red penis was thrusting in and out of her tender orifice.
The two smooth, hairless labia were stretched taut and glistening by the thick shaft, opening and closing to an unimaginable degree, almost touching her round, full thighs, forming a large circle.
Despite this, the clam lips still gripped and sucked the large penis with all their might. As it entered, both her jade-like legs trembled, parting slightly outwards. When it was withdrawn, beside the two thin, pinkish-white clam lips, another ring of tender pink flesh, glistening with moisture, clung tightly to the large penis.
Each time the penis thrust deeply and forcefully, her almost full, round buttocks lifted an inch, revealing the numerous folds within her vagina and the strong suction. A gurgling sound, like pounding pulp, was produced between the vaginal flesh and the penis—a wet, muffled sound, leaving no room for even a sliver of air.
The abundant juices gurgled and flowed continuously under the intense pounding, but when the penis was withdrawn, a ring of pink flesh drooped on top, scraping away all the vaginal fluid, leaving only a wet, greasy, and slippery large penis.
But the milky fluid, churned and mashed by repeated, intense friction, needed an outlet. It overflowed from around the taut pink membrane at the vaginal opening. The large penis pumped and pulled rapidly, expelling air, like pumping water, causing the fluid to gush out.
With a series of wet, squelching sounds, the glistening fluid, centered on the vulva, split into several streams of white liquid, flowing down the round buttocks, anus, and cleft.
Not only was the area below the buttocks soaked, but with each vigorous thrust of the hips, the large buttocks rippled, and the white fluid and foam scattered everywhere, some landing on the bed, some on the man's body.
The white fluid resembled milk churned into fine foam, but its viscosity was far greater. When small droplets landed on the skin, they clung like tiny white beads, not easily shaken off. The man's buttocks, scrotum, and thighs were covered in a dense, mottled pattern.
"Ah, ah... ha... so deep... Anping, Anping... ah, ah~!"
The moans and groans blended together, sharp and wanton. From this angle, it was almost impossible to see the woman's face clearly. Only through the occasional gaps between her legs, created by the wide opening, could one glimpse her beautiful, elegant face through the swaying, snow-white breasts and the exquisitely beautiful curve of her raised chin.
Such moans coming from the mouth of a graceful and beautiful mature woman were enough to make one's heart flutter and one lose control.
The man seemed to possess great skill. After a couple hundred frenzied thrusts, he suddenly lowered his waist, and the chin of the young man with a bluish stubble met the well-defined, snow-white chin. The fair jaw seemed to sway slightly, and unable to escape the man, it simply opened its mouth to receive him.
"Tsk-tsk~ Sizzle-slurp~ Mmm, hiss-sizzle..."
The sounds of wet, sticky kisses rang out. Just from the intense splashing, one could imagine a scene of saliva exchanged, a passionate, lingering kiss.
Besides, their lower bodies were deeply intertwined, their buttocks pressed together, slowly grinding and rotating, the squelching, sticky sounds almost as loud as the mingling of saliva...
Seeing this lewd scene before me, I felt a tightness in my chest, my mind went blank, and I felt a deep, piercing pain. If it were two completely unrelated people, I certainly wouldn't care so much.
But, just hearing the voice, I immediately connected her with an unforgettable figure from my memory—
It was none other than my beloved "Aunt Yingji."
And not far from her was another young woman, the owner of the other voice, with a slender waist, graceful curves, pert breasts, and long, jade-like legs, exuding the alluring charm of youth.
She kept her legs tightly pressed together, seemingly wary, yet her inner thighs were constantly rubbing together. One snow-white wrist slipped between her legs, gently rising and falling rhythmically; her two small, delicate, white feet were clasped together, her exquisite toes sometimes curling, sometimes playfully fidgeting.
Her cheeks were flushed, as pretty as cherry blossoms, and her large, dark, dreamy eyes were fixed intently on the point where Aunt Yingji and the man were joined together. She bit her cherry lips, her eyes glazed over, like a little girl eyeing candy.
Seeing her, my heart skipped a beat. An unforgettable name surfaced, corresponding to the beauty:
Yu Tang… Luo Yu Tang.