肉感女大穿着小白丝叫床声真骚（第三炮）

Title: “The Forbidden Banquet”

Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains of the lavish bedroom, casting an ethereal glow across the king-sized bed where two bodies lay intertwined. They were both still naked, sweaty and panting heavily as they came down from the euphoric high of their carnal encounter. It was the third time they had made love that morning, each instance more passionate and forbidden than the last.

Li Mei, the sultry Chinese temptress, lay on her back with her legs splayed open, letting the cool air brush against her sensitive skin. Her silky black hair was splayed across the plush pillows and her full, pink lips were curled into a satisfied smirk. Beside her, Mr. Chen, the wealthy married man, propped himself up on one elbow and gazed at her with lustful eyes.

“Lord, woman, you’re going to be the death of me,” he growled, his deep voice conveying a heady mix of exhaustion and desire.

Mei giggled, a musical sound that made Chen’s heart race all over again. “Mm, I could say the same for you, Mr. Chen. Three times in a row? You’re insatiable.”

Chen grinned wickedly and leaned down to capture her lips in a heated kiss. “And you’re dibuat, my sweet nixen. The way you moaned and writhed beneath me…it was enough to drive any man wild with desire.”

“I can’t help it,” Mei purred, running a manicured nail down Chen’s chest. “You know just how to touch me, how to make my body sing with pleasure.”

Chen’s hands wandered over Mei’s curves, skimming across her full breasts and rounded hips. “I know every inch of you, mei mei. Your soft skin, your intoxicating scent, the way your velvety walls clench around me as I fill you up…”

Mei’s breath hitched and she arched into his touch, her nipples pebbling under his expert caress. “Ahh, yes, just like that…don’t stop.”

But Chen did stop, pulling away and rolling off the bed with a groan. Mei whimpered at the loss of contact, propping herself up on her elbows to watch as Chen strode naked across the room to retrieve his pants. He fished out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, lighting one up and taking a deep drag before turning to face her again.

“Minx,” he said with a shake of his head. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you? One more round and I might not survive.”

Mei sat up, her ample breasts bouncing with the motion. “What are you talking about? I thought you were the one who couldn’t get enough of me…”

Chen chuckled and took another drag of his cigarette. “Oh, I can’t. Believe me, if I could, I wouldn’t be here with you right now, breaking every rule, risking everything for a taste of your sweet flesh.”

Mei pouted and crossed her arms over her chest, causing her cleavage to spill out tempting. “Are you saying you regret it? That you wish you hadn’t started something with me?”

“No, of course not,” Chen said quickly, moving back to the bed and sitting beside her. “I could never regret you, mei mei. It’s just…complicated.”

Mei sighed and leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. “I know. You have a wife back home, a family, responsibilities. And I’m just your mistress, the dirty little secret you hide away when no one is looking.”

Chen’s arm came around her, holding her close. “Don’t say that. You’re not dirty, and you’re not a secret. You’re my Cation, the one woman who makes me feel alive, who takes me away from all the bullshit and makes me forget about everything else.”

Mei smiled sadly. “Does she make you feel this way? Your wife, I mean. Does she make you want her as much as you want me?”

Chen was silent for a long moment, his face carefully blank. “No,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. “She doesn’t.”

Mei felt a swell of triumph at his admission, even though she knew it was wrong. She had him, body and soul, and she reveled in it.

“That’s why we have to be careful,” Chen continued, pulling away from her and standing up again. “If my wife ever found out about you, it would ruin me. Ruin us.”

Mei nodded, climbed out of bed and began gathering her things. “I know. I won’t tell anyone, Mr. Chen. What happens between us stays between us.”

Chen watched her dress, his gaze hungry and full of longing. “Good. Now, you should go. I have some work I need to attend to.”

Mei finished buttoning up her blouse and walked over to Chen, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “Until next time, worshipfather” she purred, letting her fingers brush across his bulge before turning and sauntering out of the room.

Once she was gone, Chen cursed under his breath and ran a hand through his hair. He knew this was risky, knew that he was playing with fire, but he just couldn’t seem to resist the temptation that was Li Mei. She was like a drug, one he couldn’t get enough of no matter how much it destroyed him.

He took one last drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray. Then, with a heavy sigh, he dressed and began the long walk back to his real life, already counting down the days until he could be with Mei again. It was a cruel game they played, one that would likely end in disaster, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Not yet. Not ever.

Outside, on the street, Mei stepped into her high heels and hailed a cab, a secret smile on her face. She had him, oh yes, she had him wrapped around her little finger. And she fully intended to keep him there for as long as possible, consequences be damned. After all, what was life without a little danger, a little forbidden pleasure? She couldn’t wait for their next encounter, for the chance to lose herself in his strong arms once more. Until then, she would dream of his touch and the feel of his heart beating against her own, a secret fantasy that only they shared. For now, it was enough.