An unforgettable Christmas Eve

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On Christmas Eve, December 24, 2015, we had dinner and talked a lot—about life, work, dreams, everything. We had a very pleasant conversation, and the goddess seemed to be laughing happily. Before we knew it, three hours had passed. Several groups of people had come and gone from the tables next to us!
I don't know when it started, but the goddess began telling me about her relationships, and I don't know when we started talking about sex. It was strange; she didn't use any explicit words to seduce me, yet she filled me with fantasies about her! Perhaps that was the source of her charm.
We finished dinner in the goddess's soft, melodious voice.
After dinner, "Shall we take a walk?" I suggested, and the goddess agreed. We strolled around the nearby park, making harmless jokes. While walking along a path with stones across the lake, the goddess suddenly lost her balance. I caught up from behind and took her hand. Her hand was icy cold. She tried to pull away but couldn't, so I just held it.
We walked until about 9 pm, and I decided to take her home. The goddess said, "I just had some drinks, I'm a little tipsy, I don't want to go home."
I said, "Then let me get you a room."
"Sure," the goddess smiled, like a half-bloomed rose.
I was instantly captivated. I quickly went to a hotel and got her a room. When I was checking in, the receptionist noticed the lipstick mark on my face and secretly laughed! I pretended not to care. When I got to the room, I said, "Can I come in for a glass of water?" The goddess laughed, "What if I say no?" I said, "You won't." The goddess laughed again, "Okay, but you can't take advantage of me."
Once inside, I don't know where I got the courage, but without considering the consequences, I grabbed her and hugged her. Her clothes were smooth, her body light, and my blood started rushing. I impatiently pulled her into my arms. I whispered in her ear, "Baby, you're so beautiful, let me kiss you properly." She didn't resist, lowering her head and letting me passionately kiss her face.
Her lips were a little cold, her thin lips gently brushing against mine. Only now did I truly see her, gaze upon her. Her large eyes blinked incessantly as she looked at me, her long, curled eyelashes fluttering. I moved closer, kissing her warm, soft lips, then her small mouth, our tongues entwining. I felt the goddess hold me tighter, and I pulled her into my embrace even more tightly. I lay on top of her, embracing her, kissing her again. By this time, I was only wearing underwear, my penis hard, straining against it. The goddess must have sensed it too, for I gently removed her suit with both hands, then reached behind her back to unhook her bra and pull it off as well, then softly pulled down her purple panties to her thighs. At that moment, I saw a beautiful body unfold before me—small breasts, but nipples gently erect, a smooth abdomen.
I continued kissing downwards, breasts, abdomen, outer thighs, knees, calves… at each place, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her voice so alluring. I slowly kissed my way up her inner thighs, stopping at her vulva, which was already gushing wet. I teased the area around it with my tongue, and she let out a soft "Ah." "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" I asked deliberately. "You...you bad boy!" the goddess laughed and scolded. My tongue continued to tease her labia majora, and her legs began to close, clamping my head between them.
My tongue began to penetrate deeper; her taste was delicate, like a virgin's. I teased her clitoris, and with each movement, she squeezed me tightly, soon my lips were covered in fluid.
"Should we use a condom?" I asked. "Whatever you want," she said. I didn't think about that anymore and went straight into the goddess's body. It was a wonderful feeling: without any aids, my thick penis slid smoothly down her thighs into her vagina. I loved this smooth feeling. It felt like we were a match made in heaven. She wasn't the type to moan loudly during sex, but those soft sounds were so intoxicating, making my blood boil even more. Unlike the women I'd had sex with before, her vagina was more contractile. Because my penis was longer and she wasn't very tall, I could feel it reaching her cervix after penetration. At that moment, I suddenly understood why my friend said she was exceptional; only those who have experienced it can truly judge.
With another gentle thrust, she cried out, "Too deep!" I smiled and kissed her. I began to slowly thrust in and out, starting shallowly, rubbing the back of my penis against her wet clitoris. Each time I withdrew, she let out a soft "Ah." After about five minutes of thrusting, she became dazed, clinging to my waist and pressing down hard. Only then did I begin to penetrate deeper, and she didn't feel it was too deep. I enjoyed the tight embrace of her smooth vagina, the warmth of her fluids, and the slight trembling of her body as her lower body responded to my penetration.
We changed positions; I sat up, lifting her legs onto my shoulders. This way, I could see her entire front, her thighs, and the process of my penis entering and exiting her body—this position excited me the most. She writhed, her moans growing louder: "Ah...ah..." The louder she cried, the more powerful my thrusts became. The bed creaked gently.
"Let's do it from behind!" I said.
"How do I do it from behind?" she asked innocently.
I couldn't help but laugh, thinking that my idiot friend deserved to be tricked by such a stunning beauty. Following my hand positions, the goddess knelt down on the edge of the bed. Her buttocks weren't large, but they were fair and smooth. I stroked them and inserted my penis from behind.
"My God, so deep!" the goddess exclaimed from the front.
"Yes, feel it, is it comfortable?" I said, and began thrusting again. This time she finally went wild. In less than ten minutes, she stopped moaning, her upper body limp on the bed, no longer responding to my thrusts. I gently patted her buttocks, making her lie down. She collapsed onto the bed with a "thud," unable to move her limbs. I leaned down and lay down beside her. "How's it going? Any good?" I asked with a smile.
She waved her hand weakly, finally managing to say, "Oh my god! You're so...so amazing!" I loved this feeling. Many women had said similar things before, but I hadn't appreciated them, because all I needed was their vaginas. This one was different; I genuinely loved this woman.
"Can we continue?" I asked mischievously.
"Aren't you done yet?" the goddess asked, her eyes wide.
"No!" I laughed.
"Oh..." she sighed, laughing too, "How are you so amazing?" I re-entered the goddess's body, this beautiful woman... About twenty minutes later, the goddess's moans, my panting, the sweat between us, the shaking of the bed, her writhing with the rhythm of my penis entering and exiting her vagina, her undulating breasts—all under my control formed the most primal melody, gradually bringing me to orgasm. I began to feel some difficulty penetrating her, then I thrust forward with all my might, suddenly gasping for breath. At that moment, an indescribable feeling of pleasure erupted within my heated body. I felt my semen spurt from my penis, millions of sperm rushing into the goddess's womb. My testicles, vas deferens, and urethra twitched intermittently beneath my scrotum. The world seemed to cease to exist except for the naked, alluring goddess, myself, and the waves of post-coital ecstasy. Suddenly, I felt cold, my body limp and I collapsed, a sense of relief washing over me, onto her soft breasts… It was perfect sex, lasting about an hour and a half. I lifted the limp goddess, letting her head rest against my chest, listening to my heartbeat. Her still-cold hands touched the lipstick marks she had left on my face. We didn't say a word, just held each other tightly. Suddenly, she said, "Do you think I'm dirty? Will you marry me? I want a perfect home." I didn't know what to say. The goddess prepared to get up! I quickly hugged her tighter, saying, "I swear, I will be good to you for the rest of my life. I love you. Don't leave me." The goddess cried! She was crying so hard, and I didn't comfort her, letting her tears soak my chest. We fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, the goddess angrily punched my shoulder: "You hurt me!" "Really? Where does it hurt?" I asked deliberately. "You're so naughty, now I can barely walk," the goddess said shyly, feigning anger.
For the next few days, I simply moved into the goddess's house. During the day, I personally drove her to work; in the evening, I picked her up and cooked a sumptuous dinner. After dinner, we couldn't wait to go to bed and make love. The goddess didn't like condoms; she said she couldn't feel my body temperature that way. I said, "That's not body temperature, it's penis temperature." In this playful exchange, I began to enjoy the beauty of the goddess's body again.
I spent an afternoon using all my literary talent to write about my unforgettable first time making love with the goddess. Later, I will write about the broken anus on our wedding night.

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