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Her breathing matched his rhythm. She inhaled with each thrust, air rushing in through her nostrils with a “hisss” sound; she exhaled with each pull, air escaping through her lips with a “hah” sound. These two sounds, along with his thrusting, created a layered rhythm: “gurgle”, “hisss”, “gurrr”, “hah” — like a three-part musical composition. He sped up, going from once every two seconds to once every second. The depth of each thrust decreased from full length to two-thirds, with his penis moving rapidly between the middle and deeper parts of her vagina. The vaginal walls couldn’t fully contract and relax in time due to the increased friction. The muscles remained in a semi-taut state, gripping his penis tightly. The heat rose from the constant friction, and the liquid on the latex surface turned into foam.She let out more frequent “chirps, chirps, chirps.” Her moans became continuous. The sounds no longer followed his rhythm; instead, they formed a continuous, trembling line that flo
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He removed the pillow from his face and threw it to the foot of the bed. The pillow flipped in mid-air before landing on the carpet with a soft “puff” sound.He stood up. His fingers touched the metal buckle on his belt. With a click, the belt came undone. The leather scraped against the fabric as it was pulled free from the buckle. He hung the belt over the back of the chair. His fingers then touched the buttons and zipper on his pants. The sound of the zipper sliding open was clear in the quiet room—“zip, zip, zip”—with each tooth separating producing a slight metallic click. The pants slid down his hips, over his thighs, and to his ankles. He stepped forward, barefoot on the carpet. The soles of his feet made a “squeak” as they rubbed against the velvet surface.His underwear was black, made of elastic cotton, and fit tightly against his hips and thighs. When he pulled it down, his genitals emerged from the cotton fabric, trembling slightly in the warm light. His erection was full,
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His hand slid from the back of her neck to her collar. His fingers touched the metal edges of the suit buttons. He rubbed each button with his fingertips, then pushed them out of their holes. The sound of buttons coming undone was clear in the quiet room—a sharp “click” of metal against fabric. His fingers moved to the second, then the third button. With each button undone, the front of the suit opened slightly more, revealing more of the white silk shirt underneath.His fingers stopped at the bottom button. His fingertips touched the skin between the hem of her shirt and the waistline of her suit skirt. Her abdomen contracted the moment his fingers touched it—the muscle fibers tightened beneath the skin, changing from soft to firm. His fingers remained there for two seconds, as his fingertips sensed the tightness of her abdominal muscles and the rhythm of her chest rising and falling with her breaths.He pushed the suit jacket off her shoulders. The fabric slid down her arms, stoppin
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The hotel located on the outskirts of Kennedy Airport was arranged by Caspian. It’s a six-story red-brick building, nestled between two motels and a 24-hour laundromat. Two letters were missing from the neon sign, leaving the words “RIV RS DE” glowing with a faint pink light in the twilight.Jenny parked the car in the farthest corner of the parking lot. Once the engine was turned off, the cabin became completely silent, except for the humming sound of the cooling fan. She released her fingers from the steering wheel, leaving two deep indentations from the leather grips in her palms. She glanced down at her hands—the gauze was soaked with sweat, its edges curled up, revealing the scabbed abrasion beneath.Caspian’s black sedan was parked next to her. She didn’t hear him get out of the car. It wasn’t until her car door was pulled open from the outside, and the night wind rushed in, carrying with it the distinctive smell of gasoline and damp asphalt from the parking lot, that she realiz
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The speedometer needle jumped from forty to sixty. Jenny’s right foot was pressed on the accelerator. The tendons in her ankle were taut. The heel of her high-heeled shoe was stuck in the gap between the pedals. With each additional millimeter of pressure, the engine’s roar grew louder. A low “roar” came from the exhaust pipe behind her. The vibrations spread from the chassis to the seat, and from there to her spine.The phone rang. The screen of the car’s Bluetooth device lit up, showing the caller’s name: Caspian Knight.She answered the call.“Where are you?” Caspian’s voice came through the speakers, the low frequencies filtered out by the electricity, making it sound sharp and thin.“Fanhuaike Expressway. Forty minutes left.”“That’s too slow. Winter arrived earlier than expected. His car left Manhattan twenty minutes ago, taking the Grand Central Parkway. At his speed, he’ll arrive at least fifteen minutes before you.”Jenny’s fingers clenched around the steering wheel. The leat
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The judge flipped through three pages of the transaction records. The pages made a “rustling” sound as she turned them. With each page turned, she would pause for five seconds, staring at the numbers. The courtroom was so quiet that one could hear the sound of air flowing against the ceiling above — a low, continuous “buzzing” sound.“Defense attorney,” the judge said, raising his head, “what’s your response to this evidence?”The defendant’s lawyer stood up. His fingers rested on the table, with his fingertips pressing down on the stack of documents. His nails turned white. His lips parted, then closed again, and parted once more.“Your Honor, the origin of this document is questionable. Mr. Miller is unable to appear in court to answer questions, so we cannot verify its authenticity.”Jenny took out the second document from her briefcase. The edges of the paper made a “rustling” sound as she handled them with her fingers. She handed the document to the court clerk.“This is the post
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