Banxia

The gentle night envelops Shanghai, neon lights rain down onto the streets, the ambiguity perfectly balanced. I stand at the entrance of the residential area, slightly lowering my head to look at my phone screen, the navigation message from Ban Xia brings a faint smile to my lips. The elevator door quietly closes behind me, the hallway falls into silence. The door to the apartment slowly opens, like a spark igniting desire in the stillness. The moment I step in, a unique sense of relaxation envelops me. Ban Xia still has her long hair cascading over her shoulders, a smile playing on her lips, her figure soft and graceful, her fragrance drifting through the air. Our eyes meet, silently confirming the understanding of this night. The light and shadow in the living room speak of ambiguity. Her legs are spread out, the soft warmth of her body透过薄薄的衣料 (thin clothing) reaches my thighs, the intense passion radiating from her face overwhelms me, and I can't help but lose control. She敏锐ly captures the subtle movement of my lower body, then gently uses her toes to tease me, mocking my lack of resolve. I remain speechless, gazing at her side profile, finding her as captivating as this city—gentle on the surface, yet hiding an alluring sharpness and charm within. We talk about memories and the future, our laughter and glances warming the air. The soft moans from our intermittent caresses seem to be the prelude to the night's emotions. Her eyes still glow with warmth. We discuss our lives, the topics gradually shifting toward intimacy as our bodies touch. I place my fingers over hers, pressing my body close, wanting to feel her skin more real than the flowing light and shadows. Her warmth spreads throughout my body, almost penetrating my skin, seeping into my bones. As the warm water from the bathroom slowly flows, Ban Xia curves her body toward me, her eyes clear yet filled with a subtle provocation, her lips whispering seductively. I caress her arms, watching her trembling body from the teasing touch, her slightly disheveled hair on her neck adding a sensual allure in the humid warmth. She plays with my pleasure, guiding it deeper into intimacy. The light in the bedroom softens our outlines. Naked yet without hesitation. The trembling and warmth when we draw close feel like a slow melting pleasure. I whisper "big sister," she softly responds, her voice like the ripples left by the night wind brushing past the Suzhou River, or like answering a long-awaited dream in the night. The night is long, our murmurs and soft sighs weaving a gentle background. The atmosphere is quiet and enchanting, joy dancing in my mind. Her tongue glides over my skin, the tingling and comfort on my back like waves crashing in waves, the sensation making words lose their boundaries. She leans in, whispering softly, the overwhelming desire making me moan, feeling myself tightly held by her, with nowhere to escape. I turn to look at her, under the lights, her eyes seem to hold a piece of the night. Her erect lower body speaks without words, she leans forward, her two pearl-like peaks instantly capturing my vision. I passionately suck her, the air becoming thick, her deliberate moans the best response to this moment. The night quietly falls between us, each breath a testament to desire taking over my mind. Her skin glows with soft radiance, her dance gentle yet determined. I watch her collarbone, chest, and then her小腿 (small leg) passing before my eyes. Her seductive dance is like the tide receding, leaving the traces of moonlight. Two soft bodies wrap around my erect lower body, initially just a gentle touch, like the wind gliding over water, then gradually deepening, the pace slowly increasing, the rhythm shifting from slow and gentle to passionate entanglement. Each movement causes my trembling, the pleasure striking between my legs, my world reduced to the interplay of breath and heartbeat, as if everything is just the intense fusion of our bodies, the heat transmitted through skin. At 2 a.m., the two of us lie naked, entwined in bed, the room still warm. Her lashes cast small shadows under the lights, my fingers tracing her back, unconsciously outlining her spine. I listen to the sound of her heartbeat, quiet and satisfied.