I had a series of orgasms from being fucked.

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My love is a wealthy young man, handsome and talented. Some say we're a perfect match, but I don't think so. Aside from my parents' background, I believe meeting him is the greatest blessing of my life. He's 170cm tall, with a flawless, handsome face, a strong physique, and enjoys the gym and running. He's rich, yet humble and unassuming, driving an expensive sports car but preferring to frequent working-class neighborhoods. When we go out, he rarely buys designer brands, but even when we shop at upscale stores, he maintains a romantic touch. We

met at a so-called "official" event. My mother was away, so my father took me. As a sophomore in college, it wasn't my first time attending such occasions. I wore light makeup, a black low-cut Gucci dress, and a skirt whose brand I can't recall. During the silent event, I felt suffocated. I left my father and his group, and their conversations that had nothing to do with me, and went for a walk outside the hall. My steps stopped less than twenty steps from the fountain, and I stared blankly at the moon.

"Miss." My thoughts were interrupted, and I instinctively looked back.

"Are you bored too?" He shrugged, giving me a questioning look.

"A victim of politics," I paused, "and you?" "Not much better. I was sent away; my dad said it was classified." "Classified?" I gave a mocking, exaggerated look. "A boring, idiotic classified secret. I'd rather go home and sleep." "Oh." I could tell from his eyes that he disagreed, but he didn't argue.

"I almost forgot to introduce myself." He began to introduce himself. Then, without realizing it, we chatted until late at night, until the event ended.

"Can I ask you out?" I stopped, turned around, smiled back at him, nodded, and continued walking to my car. My father and driver were already waiting for me in the car.

The next day, I received a call from him.

"How did you get my number?" "Classified." He told me he had to attend a dance the next day.

"Another official one." I dread "official" events.

"It's not an official event, it's a dance party for an old friend. It's better to meet some new people than go shopping, have late-night snacks

, or watch TV." After a few seconds of silence, "Will you come with me?" "I'll think about it." He deliberately drew out the words. That evening, I wore a tight-fitting round-neck short-sleeved dress with a light jacket to the party. In his sports car, I noticed he kept stealing glances at me. The round-neck dress accentuated my figure: 34C-26-32. Considering my 162cm height, I could say I looked alright, at least not bad, though the jacket covered my waist. That was fine, otherwise, there might have been a car accident.

At my friend's dance party, he was incredibly charming, hopping around and displaying his humor to the fullest. I also tried to be poised and appropriate, but mostly listened to him talk. Listening to his conversation, I discovered he was very knowledgeable—economics, politics, social dynamics—he knew almost everything.

After a brief greeting and a hearty dinner, some of the older guests began to leave. The host, busy seeing them off, played romantic music as the younger guests danced. He took my hand, put his arm around my waist, and started to dance.

I wasn't used to such close contact and felt a little hesitant at his bold "aggression." When his hand touched my waist, an electric shock-like sensation shot from my pelvis through my spine to the back of my head, spreading rapidly upwards. My head felt heavy, and my tongue went dry.

He slid his hand behind my waist and pressed me tightly against his, filling the space between us that had been left by my reserve. Instinctively, I arched my back, trying to minimize contact between our chests.

"Don't be nervous," he whispered gently in my ear.

He must have done it on purpose. His breath made my sensitive ears turn red instantly.

"Don't embarrass yourself, don't embarrass yourself. You're a well-mannered young lady, the captain of the university baseball cheerleading team, and the most beautiful girl in the college. Don't embarrass yourself, don't embarrass yourself," I kept reminding myself.

I didn't dare to speak; my tongue would surely betray me. I looked up at him, nodded, raised an eyebrow, and gestured with my eyes that we could start dancing. I

swayed slowly to the rhythm. Some people around us were chatting, some were dancing. I noticed some people starting to kiss and hug, some were passionately kissing in a corner, and others didn't pay much attention. Influenced by the environment, and because of my good impression of him, I began to enjoy our physical contact, lightly touching and rubbing my chest against his without any hesitation. Later, I simply rested my head on his shoulder, my chest completely pressed against his chest.

We both stopped, and I gently put my arms around his waist, his hands wrapped around my back. We stood there quietly, enjoying the exchange of body heat.

"Puff...puff...puff..." The sound of his rapid heartbeat pulled me back to reality.

His hands gently moved up from behind my back to my arms, shoulders, and neck, then lifted my chin. The close eye contact made me immediately close my eyes in embarrassment.

Then, I felt his lips press against mine. His lips were soft, fragrant, and warm, traveling from my lips to my throat, and down my esophagus, I felt my stomach contract. This warmth spread to my thighs and calves, bringing a tingling sensation, then from my calves down my spine to my neck. A slight contraction of my muscles made a soft moan escape my throat.

I didn't avoid my first kiss. At that moment, time seemed to stand still, all sound disappeared.

"You're so beautiful!" Those were his first words after leaving my lips. I was stunned, mesmerized.

We didn't speak, but we walked hand in hand, seemingly in perfect harmony, away from the crowded front yard. We walked around the pool next to the house and the crowds there, and he instinctively gave a few formulaic greetings. We went together to the golf course that connected to the back of the house. The large trees and thatched roofs at the edge of the course blocked the light from the house.

Under the tree, on the soft carpet of grass, we embraced once more. This time, I pressed myself against him without hesitation, burying my head in his chest, savoring his scent, awaiting his advances.

He didn't keep me waiting long before slipping his hand inside my jacket, gently stroking my back through the tight fabric.

My back naturally and sensitively enjoyed his touch; the movement of his hand brought waves of muscle tension.

"Ah...ah...ah..." With a soft sigh, I raised my shoulders, pressing my body even closer to him.

"Ah...so good...ah..." He skillfully aroused every cell in my body.

He casually took off his jacket, letting it fall naturally behind me. Then, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to mine. Our lips touched, a jolt of electricity shot through the back of my head, followed by a slight buzzing in my ears.

He reached down to the edge of my clothes and skirt, using one hand to pull the tight fabric outwards, while the other hand slipped inside.

"Ah..." His slightly parted mouth revealed space as he turned his head and slipped his tongue inside. I had never experienced such stimulation before, and could only close my eyes tightly, enjoying his caresses on my back.

"Ugh...uh...uh...uh..." The desire ignited within me was followed by meaningless moans from my throat.

Receiving further acquiescence from my moans, he unhooked my bra from behind. He lifted me tightly, turned me around, and gently pressed my back against the tree trunk.

"Mmm..." I sighed deeply, our lips remaining together.

He cradled my head with one hand, while the other slid down my armpit from behind, reaching deep into my pressed body to touch my breasts. A slight itch, followed by a growing heat, began to burn. Every hair on my body stood on end, my hands and feet trembling slightly.

"Ah... um..." He gently cupped my breasts in his hands, then lightly kneaded them.

"Ah... ah..." My desire, like a wild deer released from its bonds, raced wildly into the depths of the forest.

Suddenly, he gently pinched my nipple between his index and middle fingers.

"Ah..." I lifted my head, pulling away from his lips, releasing the burning desire from my chest with a moan.

Then, he rubbed my nipple with his fingers a few times, then slid them across my cleavage, teasingly rubbing the other, neglected nipple. I broke down, I broke down.

"..." My mouth and eyes were wide open, unable to make a sound, unable to see clearly. Then, my legs gave way, and my body slid down against the tree trunk.

He immediately pulled me away from the tree trunk with the hand supporting my head, and laid me down on the grass.

His hand, still holding my breast, continued to draw my soul out of my body. He

stepped over me, and his other hand, which had been free, began to slide down. First my lower abdomen, then my thighs, back to my lower abdomen, and then back to my thighs. I gently twisted my body, my taut abdominal muscles slightly raising my waist.

He received my tacit consent again, and slid his hand from my lower abdomen to my thighs. This time, his hand didn't return to my lower abdomen. His hand continued to slide down my knees, slipping under my skirt, caressing the inside of my thighs. The nerves in my thighs were stretched to their limit and flexed.

"Mmm...uh...uh...mmm..." My mouth opened wide, unable to control myself, emitting sounds of pleasure, while simultaneously trying to draw in more oxygen to replenish the severely imbalanced burden within my body. His hands teased both my breasts and the inside of my thighs simultaneously, without any fabric, without anything in between, only the most intimate contact of skin.

His hand moved up my thigh, reaching the edge of my underwear, sliding along it. His hand was so smooth, so hot! Then, the hand that had been teasing my breasts left my erect nipples, my full breasts gently supporting my head, separating the grass from the back of my head, before his lips met mine again.

Without the stimulation of my breasts, my desire subsided slightly, but this time, my lower body felt a sensation I had never experienced before.

"Ugh...ugh..." All my moans were silenced by his lips. His fingers slipped through the edge of my underwear into my pubic hair, gently caressing my clitoris. I closed my eyes tightly, reaching out to hug him tightly, my thighs instinctively clamping together.

His clamped hand didn't stop rubbing, mixing with my overflowing love juice, creating an intoxicating massage; the fire burning in my lower body, my throbbing abdomen began to convulse.

My thighs began to tremble uncontrollably. Taking advantage of this relaxation, he slid his fingers down, plunging them into my most secret honey hole. I could no longer resist, could no longer bear such a massive breach. My lower abdomen convulsed uncontrollably. To relieve the tension, I unconsciously opened my thighs, supporting my lower body. His fingers began to move in and out without any resistance.

"Ugh...ugh...ah...ah..." The oxygen deprivation reached its limit, and I broke free of his sealed lips, letting out uncontrollable moans.

I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't take it anymore. As he inserted his finger to its deepest point, I felt the deepest part of my honey hole begin to contract intensely, intensely, but rapidly spreading.

"Ah..." From the depths of my honey hole to the shallows, it gripped his fingers tightly, down to my thighs, calves, and heels, lifting my lower body high. Down to my lower abdomen, down to my breasts, it made my nipples stand erect, and finally to my mouth, where I let out my last conscious moan.

The intense contraction was accompanied by an electric shock-like sensation, followed by uncontrollable convulsions throughout my body. I fell into a weightless space. I couldn't go on living, my convulsions, my whole body was convulsing.

This was the biggest and most shocking orgasm I had ever experienced. Then, the trembling subsided. Unconscious tears streamed down my face.

"Thank you... thank you... thank you..." My sinking consciousness kept repeating this phrase.

Just before my weakest twitch, my honeyed cave was suddenly invaded by a massive dragon. My last twitch, my last, solid twitch, completely enveloped that fiery dragon within my honeyed cave. It entered me fully in the instant of my final relaxation and contraction.

"Ah... ah..." From shallow to deep, my honeyed cave, brimming with pleasure nerves, completely accepted its hard dragon. So big, so hard, so long, so hot!

"Ah... um..." My weak contraction carried a trace of pain. The space for contraction was occupied, so I could only squeeze against the occupying dragon. I deeply felt the dragon's head at the deepest part, the pressure making it feel real.

My pleasure was not over. Accompanying the final contraction was an even deeper occupation, occupying a space that had never been occupied before.

"It hurts...it hurts...darling...I...I..." He ignored my soft protests, pressing down on me and supporting his weight with his hands. My pelvis was pressed down, my buttocks pressed tightly against the grass, and I felt a large amount of love juice flowing from my honey hole from the inside of my thighs.

"I...it hurts...ah...I...I...can't take it anymore!" With complete fullness, the pain, a little bit, the pleasure, grew stronger and stronger.

"Deeper, deeper, faster...faster...ah..." My waist actually supported part of his weight, lifting slightly. My hands tightly hugged his body. My face was pressed against his face, feeling his heavy breathing.

"I can't take it anymore...I can't take it anymore..." With several rapid thrusts, strong contractions came from deep inside, from the rectum to the depths of my honey hole, traveling with lightning speed to the shallows, clamping his dragon.

"I...I...came..." A weak, indistinct moan was accompanied by another intense orgasm. My fingers gripped his back tightly, and my whole body trembled as I lifted my waist high with all my might.

I felt a faint sensation of floating in the air. All my bodily functions reached their limit before stopping. The only thing I felt was the throbbing from my honeyed cave and the solid grip of the dragon tightly enveloping me. This subtle sensation continued until it was almost over, when he again used the dragon's shallow and rapid thrusts in and out of my honeyed cave.

"Ah...ah...um..." I let out a weak moan with my last bit of energy.

He forcefully broke through the tight honeyed cave, probing the dragon deep inside. My immobile body swayed back and forth from the impact. I couldn't take it anymore; I was about to reach my climax again!

"Ah...ah..." Feeling the climax once more, I heard my last sound.

When I awoke from the shock, the first thing I felt was the tingling sensation in my lower body. My clothes had been put back on, but my underwear was almost completely soaked. My mouth was dry, and my whole body was exhausted. He lay quietly beside me, looking at me affectionately.

"Didn't scare you, did I?" I shook my head and gave him a weary smile.

"I love you!" "I love you too, but you need to find a way to get me home because I'm exhausted." "Yes, my love."

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