[R18] Encroachment (H) – “Occupation (H)” Extra: Spring Dream Without Trace (2, 1300 beads added) [English]

The moment he closed his eyes, the scene changed.

She turned out to be a housebound lady who never left the house. She was either bored in her room embroidering all day long, or sitting in a small pavilion in the middle of the lake admiring lotus and feeding fish.

It’s night, the moon is bright, the stars are sparse, and the wind is full of flowers.The flowing light washes the flowers and leaves, leaving behind a faint brilliance and delicate dewdrops.

There is a thin mist on the lake surface, and a faint fragrance of lotus floats.

While admiring the clear lotuses under the moonlight, she walked through a winding corridor to the Huayue Pavilion in the middle of the lake.

She had just stood still in the pavilion when the gentle breeze suddenly wrinkled the scenery in front of her.

She was stunned for a moment, then blinked and found a man in white suddenly standing on a budding lotus in the distance.

The man’s hair was lightly fluttering, his figure was tall and tall, his whole body was covered with bright white light, unstained by dust, and he looked as floating as a god.

With a wave of his wide sleeves, he rose up in the wind, swept across a lake of smoke and water, and ran towards her with auspicious aura.

At that moment, she suddenly remembered this sentence: It seemed as if the moon was covered by light clouds, and the snow fluttered like the flowing wind.

He stood in front of her with his hands behind his hands, and she could see his face clearly.

The eyebrows are clear and the eyes are beautiful, the face is delicate and smooth, the bones are celestial, the moon is clear and the breeze is clear.

She froze in place, and the moment she looked at he, the world seemed to be still, and there was no longer the replacement of the sun and the moon, or the movement of the stars.

She probably didn’t know he, but the word “dangerous time” kept turning in her mouth again and again, and when she was about to blurt it out, she couldn’t say it.

He looked down at her from a high position, his eyes were like a bottomless ancient well and cold pool, making it impossible to see the joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

She burst into tears for no reason, and complicated emotions surged into her heart, making her chest feel tight.

As soon as he raised his hand, her clothes were taken off, and a pure jade body that had never been exposed to outsiders was completely exposed in front of him.

She gasped in fright, and immediately covered her chest with her jade arms, trembling with anger: “Big, bold!”

She looked around in panic, trying to find a place to hide.

But he didn’t give her a chance to escape. He stretched out his long arms and took her into his arms. He pressed her shrunken shoulders and lowered his head to give her a powerful and domineering kiss like a storm.

This kiss contained too much, impatience, enthusiasm, confusion… and finally it was the joy of regaining something.

Unexplainable joy, whether this emotion belongs to him or is hidden in her heart.

She forgot to struggle for a moment, and even felt inexplicably that they should be like this – intimate and sentimental.

She was dizzy from being kissed by him, and her hands and feet were weak and paralyzed in his arms. She could only hold on to his sleeves, lean on him, and barely stand still.

“Hmm~” She hummed softly, her breath was hot, and her heart was in chaos.

He pressed her down on the round stone table in the pavilion, and the cold and hard touch gave her goose bumps.

He’s kisses fell on her like raindrops, and his soft tongue licked and sucked on the red cherry on her chest, making her feel numb both physically and mentally.

He touches the round buttermilk with one hand, and teases the tender pistil between the legs with the other hand.

After a while, translucent flower dew gushes out from the flower heart like spring water and wets his long fingers.

The burning desire made her throat dry, her forehead sweaty, and her cheeks seemed to be stained with crimson rouge.

He leaned forward, and the hard spiritual root that was engorged and erect under his crotch suddenly thrust into the wet and delicate flower that no one had picked, and pounded out strands of bright red wetness, which went straight into the heart of the flower.

“Haah!~” The slight pain of being broken spread through her body, shaking her soul.

She screamed, scratching his back with soft catkins, and her rounded nails tugged on his robe of excellent material, drawing wrinkles.

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It may be updated later tomorrow… The last time I wrote about ancient sayings seriously was probably three or four years ago… Alas, I am useless˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅