The Fruit Called Taboo

Outside the security door, the voices of a man and a woman bickering grew closer and closer.

"It's already two in the afternoon! Do you know how bored I've been waiting?" The man's voice sounded young, carrying three parts fatigue, three parts resentment, and four parts helplessness.

"You have the nerve to say that? I asked you to come help me pick a hairstyle, and you slept like a dead pig!" The woman's voice was bright and lively, completely different from the emotion in the man's voice.

"Hey! It was more than decent of me to go out with you first thing this morning, okay?"

"As your son, getting to accompany Mom shopping, I should be thanking you!"

The security door opened from the outside, and Yang Yimin and her son, Xiaowei, walked in one after the other.

"I don't care. Waiting for you left my stomach completely flat, so you have to make me a good meal to make it up to me!" Xiaowei muttered as he leaned on the wall and changed his shoes.

"Just order takeout and make do with that."

Hearing that, Xiaowei glared. "Hey! I've waited for you until two in the afternoon, do you know how mu—!" Seeing the conversation about to loop back again, Yang Yimin simply reached out and pinched her son's mouth, leaned in until their faces were almost touching, and enunciated each word: "Shut. Up!"

A faint sweetness drifted from Mom's mouth, scattering at the tip of Xiaowei's nose. A strand of slightly curled hair brushed his face, making it itch.

Mom's new hairstyle turned out very nicely. The stylist had trimmed her original straight, shoulder-length hair shorter, then fixed the shape with a curling iron, giving her a slightly tousled short cut with a subtle wave that was surprisingly flattering.

It made her already girlish face carry a few extra layers of temptation. At first glance, she even looked a little like Japanese actress Satomi Ishihara.

At such close range, Xiaowei was the first to falter, his eyes unconsciously shifting aside. He suddenly realized he could no longer look straight at a face he'd been seeing for more than ten years.

The ends of her hair were still brushing his face, but the itch had gone straight into his heart.

"Fine... takeout it is..."

After his mother let go of his mouth, that was all he could say.

...

The sofa in the hair salon was not comfortable, and Xiaowei's brief nap that morning hadn't given him much energy back. Instead, every muscle ached.

After lunch, he and Mom went back to their own beds and started napping again, and that sleep lasted until dark.

Xiaowei woke up in the pitch-black room, groped for his phone, and lit the screen only to discover it was already nine at night.

"Mom didn't even wake me?"

Xiaowei was a little surprised and got up to the doorway of his mother's bedroom.

The bedroom door was open. The curtains inside hadn't been drawn tight, and a sliver of moonlight slipped through the gap. In the hazy light, he could make out a figure sprawled on the bed in a wide X, fast asleep.

Xiaowei narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing in them.

Nice one, Yang Yimin. You talk a good game, but you can sleep even more than I can!

The usually oppressed boy suddenly felt rebellious. Tiptoeing to the bedside, he pulled his phone from his pocket and snapped seven photos of Mom's face in a row.

I've got enough evidence now. Let's see if you dare call me a pig again! Click, click!

With each burst of shutter noise, the flashing light hit Yang Yimin's face, and her expression gradually twisted, her features tightening up.

"Wang Zhiwei!"

She opened her eyes and shouted, reaching out to grab him hard, but caught nothing.

Having already anticipated it, Xiaowei dodged Mom's claws in time and laughed loudly with the phone held high. "Lazy pig! Get up!"

"You're dead!"

Yang Yimin flipped out of bed in one motion, not even putting on her slippers, and lunged straight at her son.

Seeing the danger, Xiaowei shot back into his own room, shut the door, locked it, all in one fluid motion, leaving the raging lioness outside helplessly furious.

Ignoring Mom's curses and threats, Xiaowei sat back on the bed, raised his phone, and started admiring his spoils. The instant the photo popped up, his triumphant grin froze.

It had been too dark in the room just now, and the camera viewfinder was almost black, so he hadn't been able to find the right angle. In the end, he simply held the phone higher and included Mom's upper body. Only when he looked at the photo now did he realize Mom on the bed didn't seem to be wearing a bra!

In the photo, the delicate little face, washed by the flash, looked like a plaster statue of a goddess, white and glowing.

Her tightly shut eyes were unlike her usual liveliness, giving off a rarely seen air of quiet.

Her soft red lips were slightly parted, making him want to kiss them and suck hard.

Below her slender neck, the soft flesh of her chest had been spread by its own weight and trapped under the sleepdress, outlining two full curves. In the center of those curves, two clearly visible, cherry-sized bumps seemed to possess some kind of magic, pinning Xiaowei's gaze firmly there.

"Mom's... nipples..."

Xiaowei's breathing grew ragged.

Who knew how long it had been. He took a deep breath, his fingers trembling as he swiped across the screen to pull up the next photo. After tasting that one for a long moment, then another, then another...

The photos played out like a slideshow, frame by frame showing Mom from deep sleep to full wakefulness.

Her brows went from smooth to sharply arched, her eyes from closed to half-open, her arm slowly lifted, and the two peaks, pulled by that movement, stirred awake from sleep and began to reveal their surging nature.

Only the two little bumps never changed, like eternal truths in this world, drawing Xiaowei's gaze and making his breathing heavier and heavier until it became panting.

By the last photo, Mom's eyes were fully open. One arm braced her body as she leaned slightly forward, while the other was already lifted into the air, fingers hooked like claws, reaching for the camera.

The soft flesh pressed up under her chest squeezed together, pulling a few wrinkles across the otherwise smooth surface of the sleepdress. The truth that should have stood out vanished from sight.

A fierce restlessness surged through Xiaowei. He couldn't wait and used two fingers to zoom in on the photo, then zoom in again, like a patient bewitched by the devil, frantically searching for the medicine that could ease his pain.

At last, in the shadow formed by a fold of fabric, he found those two little bumps that looked like medicine but more like drugs.

And once again, the whole world fell silent.

"Knock, knock, knock."

The bedroom door was knocked on by Mom, who had gone out and come back.

"Do you want dinner?" his mother's weary voice came from outside. "I've slept all afternoon, and I'm not hungry at all."

"I'm not eating either."

Xiaowei lifted his head, revealing a pair of slightly red eyes. His tone was very flat as he answered, not even lowering the phone in his hand, completely unlike the panic he'd had in the bathroom yesterday.

After hearing the footsteps outside recede, he jumped off the bed and slowly walked to the wardrobe. From under a stack of folded clothes, he pulled out a white box.

He opened the box, and what was inside made his pupils contract.

What had been a cheap-looking plastic stroker yesterday now looked like a real human organ.

The body had grown a little longer, about twelve centimeters; as for thickness, it hadn't changed much, still about two fingers wide, just under three centimeters.

The flesh-colored body had turned dark red, its surface covered with countless blue veins like blood vessels, making the once-smooth surface easier to grip.

At the opening, a ring of bright red, soft-looking flesh had squeezed together into a tiny hole with no visible diameter.

Xiaowei felt a little disgusted, and a little inexplicably aroused.

He grabbed the stroker, and the warm, eerie feel made the fine hairs on the back of his hand stand straight up.

It was like really holding a piece of flesh.

He tightened his grip, testing the stroker's soft yet resilient feel from the slightly sunken body, then looked at the tiny hole at the opening.

...

Lying back on the bed, Yang Yimin was bored out of her mind, so she pulled out her phone and made a video call.

"Honey, what do you want to eat tomorrow?" Yang Yimin said brightly, idly twirling a lock of hair around her index finger.

"Heh, anything's fine. I love whatever you make."

The man on the screen looked a little worn down. His limp short hair lay over a deep set of forehead lines, and his square face carried the exhaustion of a man who'd worked for years, though his indulgent eyes still carried the shrewdness of a man seasoned by the workplace. It was none other than Xiaowei's father, Wang Quanbin.

"No, you have to pick a few things and tell me, or I won't know what to make."

"Then... steamed lamb, steamed bear paws, steamed deer tail, roasted wild duck, roasted young chicken, roasted goose..."

"Hey! Are you practicing a rapid-fire routine over there?"

Yang Yimin wrinkled her pretty nose in dissatisfaction.

"Hahaha!" Wang Quanbin couldn't help laughing at his wife, who'd been teased into pouting. As he laughed, he couldn't stop himself from yawning.

"What, sleepy?"

"Yeah. I'm getting old. As soon as night comes, I get sleepy."

"No sleeping! Look at me first. What's different?" Yang Yimin blinked, subtly lifting the lock of hair she was toying with.

"Oh? You changed your hairstyle?"

"Pretty or not? I changed it especially for you!"

"Pretty, pretty!" Wang Quanbin flattered her twice, then yawned again.

"Hmph, you're so perfunctory!" Yang Yimin frowned slightly, but a trace of concern showed in her eyes. "Honey, if you're sleepy, go to bed."

"Okay. Good night, honey."

Straining to keep his sleepy eyes open, Wang Quanbin curved his mouth in a gentle smile as he said good night to his wife. "Good night~"

After the video call ended, Yang Yimin hummed a little tune and hopped off the bed. She opened the wardrobe to look at the black spaghetti-strap dress she'd just bought that day, then raised her phone to her lips and sent a voice message, her tone shy and sweet:

"Honey, tomorrow night I have another surprise for you."

Seeing the message sent successfully, heat bloomed across her face. She was already imagining her husband turning feral tomorrow night and pinning her to the bed, while the long-starved heat between her legs seemed to answer her body's expectations at the right moment.

"Mm!"

Just then, her vagina tightened all at once, as if someone had violently grabbed her from the outside. The tender flesh inside was pressed together, and the dull ache of the inner walls rubbing against each other made her let out a muffled groan.

The strange pain came and went in an instant, like some kind of hallucination.

Yang Yimin looked down at herself, the heat in her face deepening. She lightly patted her lower abdomen and spat, "You shameless little thing, that impatient?"

She only thought her body's response had been triggered by her anticipation of tomorrow night, and had no idea what was about to happen next.

It wasn't until she suddenly felt something foreign intruding into her lower body, a chain of goosebumps racing from her perineum all the way to her scalp, that she belatedly let out a short scream: "Ah!" After the cry, she forcibly swallowed the discomfort below, quickly walked to the door and closed it, then hurriedly lifted her sleepdress and bent down to look at her pussy.

Her slightly puffed mons was covered in a patch of soft hair, and the two plump outer lips had turned light brown with age. A pink clit, about the size of a bean, was wrapped inside its hood, only the tip showing.

The rest was hidden by her high, rounded breasts.

"Hiss!"

The sensation of some foreign thing intruding into her lower body grew clearer and clearer. She bit her lower lip and quickly adjusted her posture.

Her back pressed against the door, her body arched, her legs spread wide as she used both hands to pull apart her lips, exposing her whole pussy to the light.

Yang Yimin struck an extremely indecent pose and finally saw the patch of bright red tender flesh guarded by her labia minora.

Below that bright red patch, the pussy that hadn't been used in a long time was still tightly shut, and only the tender flesh around it trembled faintly, as if it too were enduring something.

"Nothing's there, so how could..."

Her brows knotted tightly as she stared at her usual, seemingly unchanged little pussy, frightened and confused.

Something was being forced into her, inch by inch, the dry opening of her cunt rubbing painfully raw. Every sensation was so clear it made her shiver, yet the unchanged-looking pussy before her seemed to tell her that it was all an illusion.

Suddenly, the foreign object in her perception bent with no warning and started groping at her, making her whole body jerk as she let out a heavy nasal moan: "Mm!"

The foreign object in her cunt groped and toyed with her at will, occasionally rotating to change angle, as if exploring an unknown cave and trying to probe every corner.

Yang Yimin stared in terror, eyes wide. For her, this feeling wasn't exactly familiar, but it was absolutely not strange either. She had felt it before when she was with her husband, Wang Quanbin!

This was fingers!

The foreign object burrowing into her cunt was a finger!

But even though she felt like her insides were being turned upside down, the pussy before her still looked exactly the same. Aside from her own pussy clenching inward under stress, there was no other change.

The split between reality and sensation left Yang Yimin feeling like her nerves had gone haywire. She clutched her lower body tightly, trying to block the invisible finger, only to realize it was useless.

Even the real touch coming from her palms seemed to remind her that her actual pussy was still tightly closed, that there were no fingers, no groping at all. It was all fake, all her imagination.

She was lost, as if her brain had completely crashed, until that phantom finger withdrew from her cunt, and only then did she come back to herself.

Something seemed to have fallen onto the hand covering her lower body. Yang Yimin lifted her hand to look: some slick liquid had somehow smeared across her palm, glinting in the light.

"Is this... mine?"

She could hardly believe that she had actually gotten turned on by a fake finger.

In the next instant, her face went pale. Her body arched hard backward, her mouth flew open, and a scream rang out in the bedroom....

Xiaowei brought the stroker close to his face and studied the view inside carefully.

Three fingers were stuffed into the hole, forcing it open so hard that the tiny slit, which had only been a hairline crack before, had stretched into a three-centimeter-wide opening.

The stroker showed off remarkable elasticity at this moment. Even though the opening had been stretched until it deformed, there wasn't the slightest sign of tearing.

"It's almost... magical..."

Xiaowei's gaze passed through the opening and lingered for a while on the pale pink inner walls that kept writhing and trembling. Then he pulled his fingers out.

The instant his fingers left, the opening snapped back at once. The bright red, flesh-like unknown material quickly contracted, filling the black hole, and in the blink of an eye it returned to its original tiny opening.

"So tight..."

Xiaowei flexed the fingers that had been squeezed sore and looked at the glistening liquid on them. After hesitating for a moment, he stuck out his tongue and licked it. "Mm... doesn't taste like anything."

When he had been probing the inside of the stroker with one finger just now, he'd discovered that as he groped around, it actually reacted, and the inner walls seeped out a clear fluid, slick and thick, much like the stuff women in novels were said to leak when they were in heat.

At the time he'd even tried to find the legendary G-spot, but unfortunately the stroker seemed to have only one straight-through channel, with no front wall or back wall to speak of, which left him both disappointed and relieved.

It was just a stroker, after all, not as if it had really turned into a woman's vagina. Even so, being able to automatically secrete slick in response to stimulation was already astonishing, not to mention that it had transformed from a plastic toy into this utterly unbelievable, fully realistic stroker.

Xiaowei certainly understood how bizarre it all was, but at that moment he didn't want to think about it. The lust stirred up by the photos of his mother had burned his lower body until it ached and swelled, and now the only thing in his head was stuffing his cock into that bright red hole and working it ruthlessly before blasting his cum as deep as it would go.

But it seemed like something was still missing...

Xiaowei narrowed his eyes and stared at the little circle of gleam around the opening, wet with slick. Recalling the scenes from the novel, he slowly brought his mouth closer.

It still wasn't wet enough.

...

Yang Yimin lay on the floor panting, wiping away the cold sweat beading at the tip of her nose. She had just recovered from the tearing pain below when she felt two soft lips press against her pussy.

The next second, a snake-like, nimble foreign object poked out and began gliding around the area outside her cunt. Every place it brushed over sparked a faint itch, which then drilled deeper along her vaginal canal.

"Ah!"

She gasped and jerked back as if shocked by electricity, then gradually relaxed under the soft pleasure.

The swings between pain and pleasure happened too fast. The lingering pain turned entirely into pleasure, giving her the illusion that the pain from a moment ago had been very pleasurable too.

"Mm... ah..."

Yang Yimin moaned softly. The snake's scraping seemed to be growing more skilled. Her whole vagina was gradually filling with itchiness, and even the depths of her womb began to ache faintly.

The earlier burst of pain had shattered all her defenses in an instant. At this point she couldn't even hold back her cries, let alone get up from the floor, so she just lay there on all fours, moaning.

Slowly, her hips began to sway lightly in time with the snake's movements.

Itchy...

The lust her mature body had been repressing for so long was stirred at this moment. Her waist and abdomen unconsciously tightened little by little, and her round hips lifted higher and higher until she finally formed the humiliating posture of a bitch on all fours.

So itchy...

Her womb trembled, her vagina twitched, and a coolness spread from her cunt, turning into a small stream that slid downward over her clit and onto the hair of her mons.

"Mm!"

The snake no longer satisfied itself with simple scraping. It circled at the entrance to her pussy, making her ass cheeks clamp hard together. Her plump cheeks came together like clams, and the pale flesh blossom between them rapidly contracted and then swelled back out, beautiful beyond words.

Yang Yimin panted as she lifted her head. Beneath her slightly wavy short hair, a pair of misty almond eyes grew wetter and wetter, as if they were begging for something.

Help me...

As if hearing her plea, the snake completed its final circle, pressed against the entrance and stopped moving, gathered its strength in a contraction, and then surprisingly turned into a cylindrical object that slowly but firmly pushed its way inside.

At once, Yang Yimin felt her whole vagina erupt in deafening cheers, and the pleasure she'd built up for so long turned into a bolt of lightning that viciously struck her womb.

"Ughhh!!!"

Her body stiffened for a full five seconds. Her lower abdomen clenched hard, driving violent spasms through her hips and pelvis. The flesh on her ass kept whipping wildly, as if the next second it would shake itself loose from the bone and smash into the wall.

A little too short...

At the instant she came, that thought even flashed through Yang Yimin's mind.

On the other side, Xiaowei let out two gasps and withdrew his tongue, which had gone a little numb from being squeezed by the suddenly tightening inner walls. He wiped the liquid around his lips, looked at the muddy mess of tender flesh, and a wanton smile spread across his face.

He took off his underwear, revealing a long, slender thirteen-centimeter cock. The glans lightly pressed against the entrance.

"No!"

Yang Yimin jolted awake. The familiar sensation on her pussy made her instantly realize what it was. The blush that had just covered her face vanished in an instant, leaving her eyes full of terror.

"Not that!"

Panic flaring, she used her hand to shield her lower body, trying to set up a barrier for herself, but all she could feel was slippery wetness.

Xiaowei used his fingers to dab some of the liquid onto the glans until its surface was just as slick. Then he drew a deep breath, adjusted the angle, and with a sudden burst of force from his right hand, drove the stroker straight to the bottom.

"Ah——!"

The mother and son in the two separate rooms both cried out at the same time.

One voice was thick with relief, while the other was filled with fear and pain, with just a trace of barely perceptible pleasure. "Hiss... so fucking good!"

Xiaowei felt as if his cock had entered a warm flesh pocket. The soft, writhing walls all around him clamped tightly around his shaft, massaging it from every direction without distinction. His glans seemed to press against a tiny mouth, held in a firm, stubborn seal that trapped the mushroom head in place.

Looking at the fleshlight now, the sleeve had visibly swollen outward by a full size. Through the surface, the faint outline of his cock could just about be seen.

The top of the sleeve had deformed a little, as if some monster inside had slammed into it trying to break free, leaving that patch of dark red slightly lighter, with a hint of translucence. That was the price of a twelve-centimeter fleshlight swallowing his cock whole.

After a moment, Xiaowei started thrusting into it. The soft flesh inside instantly came alive, countless little hands winding around his shaft and squeezing hard, trying to restrict his motions.

But how could he stop now? His grip tightened, and the more fiercely the inside sucked, the harder he fucked in return.

Gradually, the slick secreted by the inner walls grew more and more abundant. With each up-and-down stroke, the fleshlight gave off a wet squeaking sound.

"Ha! Hiss! Ha! Hiss!"

An unprecedented wave of pleasure surged through him again and again, making Xiaowei's scalp tingle. His panting became a kind of driving rhythm, making the fleshlight bounce in time with him.

The writhing flesh seemed to loosen a little, no longer offering the same resistance as before, but the slick inside the flesh pocket kept coming, and his cock carried it out with every thrust, wetting his pubic hair and turning thick and sticky under the repeated pounding and friction, slowly whitening.

"Mom... Mom!"

Xiaowei tilted his head back and closed his eyes. In his mind, his mother flashed by in a rapid succession of images: every frown, every smile, those two proud weapons, those pair of deadly protrusions... all of it entwined with the pleasure surging straight to the top of his skull, gradually taking on a deep red tint.

A seed called depravity had somehow been planted long ago, and now it had grown into a towering tree. The image in his mind gradually blurred, but the pleasure became sharper and sharper. In the branches above, it seemed as if a fruit had ripened.

"Mom... Mom!"

His hand sped up even more. The slick secretion could no longer keep up with the pace of his thrusting. White streaks gathered on his cock, the mouth of the fleshlight slapped heavily against his abdomen, producing dull smacking sounds, and each time it pulled away, it drew out long sticky strands.

His murmured calls and the pleasure twisted together, seeming to form a chain that wrapped around Xiaowei, tightening and tightening, as if forcing him to shout the cry buried deepest in his heart.

"Mom!"

The glans struck again and again against the far end. The fleshlight was thrust bulging in and out, stretched between deformation and recovery. The little mouth inside was battered softer and softer, and the force resisting his cock grew weaker and weaker.

Xiaowei suddenly opened his red eyes. On his face, twisted with pleasure, pain and struggle flashed past for an instant. His lips moved for a moment before he finally admitted the desire in his heart: "I want to fuck you!"

"I want to fuck you!"

The fruit called forbidden was swallowed in one bite.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!"

The shackles of morality were thrown off in an instant, and desire flooded his mind like a torrent.

Xiaowei looked like a madman, his right hand moving so fast it nearly left afterimages. His cock, rammed all the way to the hilt, stabbed viciously into the end, forcing bulges up across the surface of the sleeve as if he were trying to fuck a hole straight through the fleshlight.

A sudden urge to piss ran through his cock, but he ignored it and kept thrusting harder. The glans, swollen a little larger again, scraped the soft flesh inside into a frenzy of trembling. A second wave of little hands wound around it, layer upon layer, airtight and smothering, until his cock was completely wrapped up. His strokes grew more and more difficult, yet the pleasure only intensified.

It went on until the entire inner wall turned into a rigid muscle, clamping down so tightly that his cock could no longer move at all. At the far end, the little mouth suddenly opened and spat out a stream of hot fluid that poured over his glans. Xiaowei jolted and let out a muffled roar, finally shooting all of his semen deep into the flesh pocket.

As the soul-ripping pleasure faded, Xiaowei collapsed onto the bed and let the fleshlight, still wrapped around his cock, stand straight up against his abdomen.

Feeling the flesh pocket still pulsing in tight little contractions, as if drawing out the last traces of his cum, he curled his lips into a strange smile. "Mom, your pussy is fucking amazing."

In the other bedroom, Yang Yimin was still kneeling and bent over on the floor. Her sleepdress was soaked with sweat and clung to her body, outlining her graceful curves. Her forehead was pressed to the floor, her eyes hidden by her messy short hair. Her lips were slightly parted, a string of saliva hanging down to the floor, and she lay there motionless as if she had fallen into a daze.

If not for the occasional twitch, she might have looked like a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

After a long while, Yang Yimin raised her head, braced one hand against the floor with her bite-marked palm, and pushed her hair aside to reveal a pair of swollen red eyes.

She got weakly to her feet. Just as she steadied her numb, aching knees and prepared to walk back to the bed, the half-soft cock inside her pussy suddenly twitched.

"No... don't..."

Yang Yimin stared in disbelief, the tears of fear welling up in her eyes once more. "No more!" The cock seemed not to hear her plea. It slowly swelled hard again, filling her passage once more as it fucked of its own accord.

The moment it began to thrust, it turned brutally fierce. The glans expertly parted layer after layer of tender flesh and slammed hard into her sweet spot, bringing an even more intense stimulation than before.

Yang Yimin's legs went weak and she sank back to the floor, her skirt spilling down and getting soaked by a puddle of slick liquid. "Ah... ah... no more... I don't want it anymore... ahhh..."

Her pussy, just after orgasm, was unbearably sensitive. Before the channel inside had even cooled, it was mercilessly penetrated again by the hard cock.

"Ah... please... ahhh... stop... ahhh... save me... ahhh..."

The violent waves of pleasure surged over her like a tide, leaving her no time even to cover her mouth. A string of miserable cries spilled out like sobbing, filling the entire bedroom.

Gradually, those cries turned into moans of pleasure, and in the end became unstoppable cries of ecstasy.

"Fuck you! Fuck you!"

The cock flew and hammered inside the flesh pocket. Thick white fluid mixed with the semen from just now was dragged out through the opening, then compressed hard by the frantic pounding, soaking Xiaowei's pubic hair into clumps.

Xiaowei shouted his mother's title while his left hand kept pumping the fleshlight in and out. Amid the spraying slick, the acid-wet pleasure from the cock scraping the inner wall slowly fused with the coy image in his mind.

In front of his eyes, it seemed a woman's phantom had appeared, crying and receiving him beneath him. The fleshlight wrapped around his cock also seemed to have truly become his mother's cunt, making wet slapping sounds under his pounding and trembling with every thrust.

In a haze, he seemed to hear his mother's moans, dreamlike and unreal, as if they came from far away and yet were right beside his ear. "Ah... ah... ahhh..."

Yang Yimin let out meaningless cries, her mind battered beyond thought by wave after wave of pleasure.

She was sprawled on the floor like a bitch, her hips instinctively lifting and falling, as if a man were truly behind her, slamming madly into her lower body and driving her again and again to the crest of the tide.

The new hairstyle she had gotten that afternoon was soaked with sweat and had become a mess, losing all the beauty it had held before.

Her plump, tender breasts, pulled into rounded strips by gravity, swayed in rhythm with her movements. Through the sleepdress, now almost completely transparent, they bounced as a surging phantom.

Now and then, one could even see those two swollen, hardened buds sliding across the surface of the fabric, drawing out twisted lines.

The night had only just begun.