The late afternoon sun baked the outskirts of the sleepy Northeast China county town, turning the riverbank into a private haven of rustling willows and distant cornfields. Li Mei wandered there alone, her husband gone again on another endless business trip. At twenty-eight, she felt the weight of routine pressing down—until a familiar voice cut through the heat.
"Li Mei? Still chasing sunsets instead of settling down?"
She turned to see Zhang Wei, her high school ex, now a lean college sophomore home for summer. His shirt clung to his chest, and that old smirk hadn't faded.
"Zhang Wei," she replied, sharp and unyielding, hands on her hips. "Back from the big city to play farm boy again? I thought you'd outgrown this place—and me."
He laughed, stepping closer. "Outgrown? Hardly. You married the suit who promised stability, while I chased degrees. But here we are, both back where it started. Your husband's away, I hear. Must get lonely."
"Lonely?" Li Mei arched a brow, her tone laced with wit. "More like free to remember what real fire feels like. You always talked big in high school. Let's see if college sharpened anything else."
The air thickened as they walked along the river, banter sparking like flint. "You were always the one in control," he said, eyes tracing her curves. "Still are, I bet."
"Damn right," she shot back. "And right now, I'm horny as hell. Feel that?" She guided his hand under her skirt, letting him sense the wet heat building. Her pussy was already dripping with anticipation, slippery and inviting.
Zhang Wei groaned, his cock hardening against his jeans. "Fuck, Mei. You're not holding back."
"Why should I?" She unzipped him, wrapping fingers around his thick, hard cock, stroking with deliberate pressure. "This summer, we play by my rules." They shed clothes by the water's edge, sweating under the sun. Li Mei pushed him down, her ass grinding against him as she positioned herself.
Panting, she leaned in. "Ever thought about letting go completely?" Their mutual need led to a shared release—warm streams mingling in the grass, the visual of slippery fluids heightening every sensation. She took his cock in her mouth for a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling until he was throbbing.
"Your pussy feels like heaven," he gasped as she straddled him, lowering onto his hard length. She rode with fierce rhythm, her dripping wetness coating them both, ass slapping against his thighs. They came together in a rush of cum, bodies slick and panting, her strong grip on his shoulders dictating every thrust. The river murmured on, but their explosive heat had only just begun.
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