21-year-old female college student from Hangzhou

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While I was on a business trip, I received a call from an acquaintance. He said his friend, Chen Yan, was from Lucheng District, Wenzhou, born in 1984, and was 21 years old. Last year, she was admitted to Yuying Vocational and Technical College in Xiasha, Hangzhou, my city. She had already completed one semester. She felt lonely in the unfamiliar city and wanted to make some friends, so she gave her my phone number, hoping we could become friends. I didn't really think much of it.
After returning to the company, I was busy with projects and didn't pay attention to this matter. One day, I suddenly received a call asking if I was so-and-so. It was a very mature female voice on the other end. I immediately realized it was that girl. So I asked her out for dinner. However, I was very busy that day and didn't leave the company until very late. I apologized on the phone and drove directly to her school. We agreed to meet at the school gate. I didn't really have any particular thoughts about it, and even felt a little annoyed. I just had to go because of my acquaintance.
Parking was really difficult in front of the school, and I struggled to find an empty spot far away. Then I parked and walked towards the school gate. From a distance, I saw a girl at the school gate; she had a great figure, large breasts, I'd estimate 36D, and long, flowing hair. I suddenly felt a surge of attraction, thinking to myself, "This girl is really nice." As I got closer, I called her number, and it was indeed her. I quickly apologized and suggested we go eat. She said she had already eaten; the school cafeteria opens early, and she knew I was busy, so she ate first. I said no problem, just watch me eat. She smiled gently; she was a very youthful and beautiful girl. It was early spring, and the evening was still a bit chilly. She was wearing a coat over a long dress and boots. I could smell that she had just showered. I thought she was a clean and polite girl. Seeing that she was a little pale from the cold, I quickly took her to find something to eat.
We found a restaurant called Nanbang Guocai. We ordered some random dishes and let her help herself. She said she wasn't hungry, so I started eating without a second thought. She secretly smiled as she watched me eat so messily. After eating for a while and suppressing my hunger, I finally took a good look at this girl. She was healthy, mature, and full of energy. Her eyes were as pure as jade. It was a bit warm in the restaurant, so she took off her coat, revealing that she had a full bust. I don't know when it started, but my little brother had gotten hard. I was determined to get her.
So, while we ate, I told her about my college life. I've always been good at talking, and with years of experience navigating the social world, I had this freshman girl completely bewildered, laughing non-stop. I sensed a softening, intriguing look in her eyes, and I secretly cheered. After we finished eating, I ordered some takeout for her to take home. She declined. I said I was a student too. Everyone knows you're out eating, and if you don't take something back to appease your dorm mates, things will get difficult for you later. She didn't insist anymore. I drove her to her dorm, telling her to keep in touch, and to just call me if she needed anything. Just treat me like your older brother. Then I left.
For a while afterward, I frequently texted her. Every weekend, I'd take her out. Gradually, she started treating me like a younger sister to her older brother, often acting spoiled.
Then a big project came up, requiring me to be away for almost a month. I deliberately didn't call or reply to her texts. She got very anxious and called me several times, but I hung up on her. On my way home, I had dinner with a client and drank a lot. Although I looked and sounded drunk, I knew exactly what I was doing. Back in my room, I called her. I spoke to her in a drunken voice. She screamed on the other end, "Brother, how much have you drunk! Are you okay?" That was the effect I wanted. Then I started rambling on about how hard I worked, how terrible my boss was, and how awful my client was. We talked on the phone for over an hour, until she was teary-eyed. Then I hung up and went to sleep, feeling content.
The afternoon I told her I was going home, she called to ask if I was back and wanted to treat me to dinner. I declined, saying I had to report on business and didn't have time. I could tell she was disappointed and a little sad.
A week later, on the weekend, I suddenly called her and asked her to dinner. She was very happy. I went to her dorm to pick her up on time. She came downstairs, full of energy. She had taken a shower and smelled wonderful. It was already warm, and she was wearing a green dress. Her breasts seemed fuller. She was 1.71 meters tall, with long, alluring legs. Very elegant. Looking at her legs made me a little uneasy. After dinner, we went to a bar. I told her I had to drive and couldn't drink, but she could drink as much as she wanted. She was very happy that day and drank quite a bit of beer. Then she let her hair down and dragged me to go dancing. I tentatively took her hand, and she didn't refuse. We clasped hands tightly, and she didn't refuse either. I put my hand on her waist, and she resisted slightly, but I held on firmly, and she gave in. We didn't leave the bar until very late. She was a little drunk and very tired. I didn't say anything. I told her to fasten her seatbelt and close her eyes to rest. Then we went straight home. It was her first time at my house. When we were swiping our card at the entrance of the complex, she opened her eyes and asked where we were. I said it was my house. She said no, she wanted to go back to her dorm. I said, "Look at the time, can you still get back?" She said no, she had to tell her classmates, otherwise they would worry. Then she took out her phone and exclaimed, "Wow, so many missed calls!" Then she started talking to her classmate. I heard her say, "I won't be going home tonight; I'll stay at a relative's house. Don't worry about me."
Then she hung up. I thought, "Damn, she's practically begging for my help." Once inside, I showed her around the rooms. Her family was well-off, so she wasn't shy or hesitant. She saw a picture of my girlfriend, picked it up with interest, and said, "Your girlfriend? She's very pretty." I said, "Yes, she's even prettier in person." She was a little surprised and asked, "Then why don't you marry her?" I said, "What does a child like you know?" She seemed a little annoyed and said, "Fine, I won't ask." I took out my pajamas and gave them to her, telling her to take a shower. I said, "My girlfriend isn't as tall as you, so you can wear mine." At the same time, I took out a pack of unopened underwear, saying it was new and unused. She blushed and went to take a shower. I also went to another bathroom to shower. I was quick, and then I got some drinks and fruit in the living room and waited for her. She showered for about 40 minutes before coming out barefoot. She came over while rubbing her hair with a dry towel. I said, "Put your dirty clothes in the washing machine, I'll wash a whole batch later." She said she had already hand-washed them. I said, "Sit down, have some fruit and a drink." She hummed in agreement and sat on the single sofa a little far from me, one leg crossed over the other.
She was still persistent and asked again, "Where's your girlfriend?" I didn't answer, lit a cigarette, leaned back on the sofa, and looked at her. She seemed confused, pouting, and said, "Why are you looking at me?" So I made up a lie. Actually, my girlfriend was on a six-month government-sponsored training program in the EU. I said she went abroad to study, didn't want to come back, and broke up with me. God knows why, I was actually moved by myself; my eyes reddened, and my voice trembled with tears. She seemed a little lost. I had handed her the tissue box beforehand, not intentionally, but now it seemed like a crucial step. I said, "Give me some tissues; I need to wipe my tears." She handed me a few tissues, but I didn't reach for them; I just smoked, so she had to come over and give them to me. I reached out to take her, and pulled her into my arms, sealing my lips with my own. Because she had come from between the coffee table and the sofa, she had no room to resist; her legs couldn't struggle in that cramped space, and she simply collapsed into my arms. I held her with one arm and pinned her hands down with the other. I shoved my tongue into her mouth. She tried to turn her head, but my arm held her firmly in place. She whimpered, but I ignored her. Her mouth was so soft and smooth, her tongue darting around like a little fish. I sucked on her lips, while my other hand tried to slip inside her pajamas. She panicked, but her legs were blocked by the coffee table, and one of her hands was pinned under my arm, rendering it useless; she could only desperately resist with one hand. She must have regretted wearing my pajamas, those wide-open ones secured with a belt, making it easy for my hand to slip inside. I grabbed one of her breasts, the soft, jade-like feel of which I'll never forget. She twisted her body, trying to escape, which loosened the belt. I took advantage of the situation and pulled it open, revealing her thighs and chest completely. I moved her onto the sofa. Her legs were pinned to the coffee table, leaving her unable to resist and forced to lie down. Now I could use both hands to my advantage. I straddled her legs, sitting on them, pressing down on her thighs, and pulled the pajamas open completely. Her breasts sprang out, white, large, and very firm, with small nipples and areolas, the nipples slightly dark, already erect. At this point, she began to beg me to let her go. I told her I liked her so much, from the first moment I saw her. She said she had a girlfriend. I asked her if she had a boyfriend. She shook her head. The girlfriend I mentioned had broken up with me. "Will you be my girlfriend?" I asked. She said, "But you're six years older than me." I said, "Is that a problem?" I knew she liked me too, and she said
it was different. I said, "It's not different." Then I lowered my head to kiss her. She turned her face away, avoiding my mouth, but I ended up touching her most sensitive areas—her ear and neck—and I breathed heavily on them, kissed them, and sucked on them.
I grabbed both her wrists with one hand and used the other to knead her breasts. She closed her eyes, her hair disheveled, covering half her face. I pushed her hands over her head, braced her elbows with my arm, and lowered my head to suckle her nipples and breasts. She gasped for breath, whispering, "Please, let me go." I ignored her. I took turns sucking and kneading her breasts. She begged me, "Let me go, get off me, my legs are numb from being pressed down." I stood up from her, scooped her up in my arms, and she clung tightly to my neck, afraid of falling. I threw her onto the bed. She tried to escape to the other side of the bed, but I jumped over and pinned her down, letting out a scream. I quickly covered her mouth with mine. The battle on the bed began. I held down both her wrists with one hand; because they were overlapping, she was in pain and dared not resist. I grabbed her knees with my other hand and pulled them apart forcefully, causing her to open her legs in pain. I then lay between her legs, pinning her down. She had no choice but to spread her legs like that.
I continued kissing her neck, gently biting her ear, licking her armpits (there were only one or two hairs, very clean, and odorless), and licking her breasts. She kept her eyes closed and panting. I turned her over, tucked her hands behind her back, grabbed her wrists with one hand, and then used the other hand to pull down her nightgown. Now she was naked from the waist up, wearing only her underwear.
I tried to pull down her underwear with my hands, but she stuck her buttocks up, making it difficult for me. I took the opportunity to reach forward and touch her genitals. She quickly lay down and pressed my hands down, and this happened several times. I realized it wasn't working. So I let go of her hands and grabbed her underwear with both hands, pulling it down. She immediately turned over and grabbed her waistband with both hands. I had no choice but to lie down and pin her down again, continuing to hold her hands down while using my other hand to pull down her pants. She had already drunk a lot of alcohol and danced for half a day, so she was already very tired, and after taking a hot shower, her whole body was exhausted. She was only resisting out of a woman's instinct, and she couldn't withstand the torment of a 25 or 26-year-old man like this. After a few moments, her underwear was already pulled down to mid-thigh. But to take it all off, I had to use both hands, because she was tall and I couldn't hold her hands down with one hand while using the other to pull her pants down completely. So I turned her over again, pinned her hands behind her back, and sat on her hands to hold them down, which made it easy to pull down her underwear.
To breathe, she turned her face to the side, and I swung my underwear in front of her with a show of bravado. She closed her eyes and sighed. Strangely, once a woman's underwear is removed, she seems to resign herself to her fate, no longer resisting. She just lies there motionless with her eyes closed, waiting for the man's manipulation. I quickly took off my underwear, spread her legs, and began to examine her genitals. Her pubic hair was very dark, concentrated in the mons pubis. Her labia minora were still hidden inside her labia majora, with only a small part showing. The entire genital area was somewhat dark, suggesting she wasn't a virgin. I patted the inside of her thighs, signaling her to open her legs wider, and she obediently complied. Then I licked her clitoris. She trembled all over, saying no, it wasn't comfortable. I said, "Baby, you're still a virgin, right? Listen to your brother, it will definitely feel good." Then I licked her vulva up and down, teasing her vaginal opening and clitoris with the tip of my tongue, while rubbing her nipples with my hands. She kept writhing and saying no, no. At this moment, she was as obedient as a lamb. I made her turn over and kneel, and she did as she was told. I licked her vulva from behind while my hands reached around to touch her clitoris. She had never experienced such stimulation before. I could hear her moans getting faster and louder, and I could see her hands gripping the sheets. This meant she was starting to enjoy it. While I licked her vulva, I took turns rubbing her clitoris and nipples with both hands, making her wet with vaginal fluid. I could see her anus contracting repeatedly; this was her physiological response, and when she felt very comfortable, her vagina and anus would involuntarily contract. I
made her lie down and whispered, "I won't hurt you." I like you, and I'll marry you after you graduate. Are you comfortable? She closed her eyes and nodded slightly. I said, "I promise I won't take your virginity unless you want to." She opened her eyes, a little surprised, and said, "Really?" I nodded. I said, "But you have to listen to your brother." I took her hand and guided it to my penis. She was shy and pulled away after a brief touch. I said, "This is a step you have to take, it's nothing." Only then, with my guidance, did she take my penis. But she just held it. I straddled her neck, put my penis near her mouth, and asked her to lick it. She refused, saying it was dirty. I said, "If you lick my little brother, I won't take your virginity." She had no choice but to open her mouth and take my glans in, her face as red as if she had drunk something. I said, "You have to lick it with your tongue, like sucking on jelly." Her face turned even redder. She only sucked very weakly. But it felt good too. After all, it's really enjoyable to have a beautiful virgin give you oral sex. My penis got big and hard from her sucking and my sense of accomplishment. She spat it out and said, "What's going on? It's gotten bigger and harder." I said, "That's called an erection." She was shy. I encouraged her, "Look carefully, touch it carefully. You'll be a woman and a mother sooner or later. There's nothing to be shy about." She turned her head to look, and I let her touch it with her hand. As soon as she touched it, my penis jumped, and she chuckled, "It can even move!" I said, "Yes, it moves a lot."
I saw that she was relaxed, so it seemed like I could have sex with her without any problem. I lay on top of her and suckled her breasts. She closed her eyes and started moaning. I put my mouth to hers, and she opened her mouth and started kissing me. I kissed her while caressing her breasts, waist, and thighs. Her reaction was the normal response of a woman who was aroused. So I lay between her legs and pressed my penis against her vaginal opening. She asked, "What are you doing?" I said, "I'm letting you simulate sex." She said, "You promised I wouldn't take it." I said, "Yes, don't worry, I keep my word. I just want you to know the procedure."
I pushed her legs up, exposing her entire vulva. I rubbed my penis back and forth inside her vagina, coating it with her juices. While she was enjoying it, I thrust in. The feeling was incredible. You feel the insertion as a world-shaking sensation, as if the heavens and earth are parting in front of your glans, like a cloak cutting through waves, like a ship's bow parting the water. It was amazing. So smooth, so tight, so warm, so wet. She closed her eyes, her voice trembling with tears, saying, "It hurts, it hurts, get out, get out." I couldn't listen to her. I thrust in all the way. I pressed my whole body against hers. She kept screaming in pain. I didn't care. I started thrusting in and out. As I was having sex with her, I said, "Relax, spread your legs and it won't hurt so much." She did as I said, but still cried out in pain. She cried and said, "You're a liar, you're a liar!" I said, "Darling, this is your first lesson as a woman. Never believe what a man says in bed."
Her vagina tightly enveloped me. This beautiful young woman frowned, her eyes closed, sobbing and panting with each thrust. Touching the mature, healthy body of this 21-year-old girl, I felt the beauty of youth.
Her thighs were long, from her hips to her knees; my hands didn't want to leave—they were so smooth and beautiful. I pulled my penis out to check; there was no blood. Actually, it's impossible to find virgin blood in modern life. Running and cycling can rupture the hymen. I knew this girl was a virgin. I made her turn over and kneel, then, holding her buttocks, I thrust into her vagina. Seeing her grip the sheets tightly with both hands, I felt a great sense of accomplishment. She had a great figure; her full breasts swayed with each thrust. I massaged her breasts as I penetrated her. As I fucked her, I said, "Baby, from today onwards you are a woman, a young wife, my woman. You are now a woman with a man." This resonated with her. Her vagina seemed to quickly become more lubricated. I was overjoyed, smeared saliva on my finger, and inserted it into her anus. She was terrified and said, "What are you doing? Get out, you're disgusting." I said, "It's nothing, I love you, from now on you are my wife. I'm going to develop you properly." She said, "Who's your wife?" I said, "You're naked right now, and I'm thrusting my cock into your most intimate place, panting and still denying you're my wife?" She was speechless. Women are auditory creatures. Hearing a man say he's fucking her, that she's his woman, her will is swayed. I think I've conquered her both physically and psychologically. While I was fucking her, I slapped her buttocks, turning her snow-white buttocks red.
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it was her first time, I was afraid of hurting her, so I didn't fuck her for long, and then I ejaculated inside her. I lay contentedly beside her, touching her breasts and saying, "You're perfect, I love you." Then I hugged her and gently kissed and caressed her. She seemed to enjoy this tenderness, lying on my chest with her eyes closed, one hand on my chest. I stroked her back; her skin was smooth and soft—it was truly a pleasure. I noticed she was still, and upon closer inspection, I realized she had fallen asleep. After all that, she was exhausted. I laid her down and covered her with the blanket. I also lay down beside her and fell asleep. The next morning, I vaguely felt a tickle in my nose. I finally managed to open my eyes, and there she was, awake, scratching my nostrils with her long hair. She was overjoyed to see me awake. I grabbed her and pinned her down, causing her to scream. I, meanwhile, was experiencing morning erection, my penis incredibly hard. I seized the opportunity, mounted her, and pressed against her warm vagina, struggling to penetrate her. She still cried out in pain, but I continued to thrust in deeply. I clasped her hands between mine, exposing her entire body. I made love to her while looking into her eyes. She looked back at me, and I whispered, "From last night on, you're my woman. Move in with me from now on." She said, "No way! You want me to get fired?" I released her hands, letting her wrap her arms around my neck and kiss me. She closed her eyes, pressing tightly against me. I whispered in her ear, "I've been planning this ever since I first saw you that night." She whispered back, "You're so scary. I never thought you'd take advantage of me. You're such a good actress. Tell me, what are your plans for me?" I said, "No, I just want to treat you well and wait for you to graduate. If you still like me then, we'll get married." She sighed and said, "That's a long way off." By this time, we were both a little aroused. As I thrust into her with pleasure, I asked if it still hurt. She said it didn't hurt as much as last night. I asked again, "Is it comfortable?" She nodded. We made love like a couple, lingering until noon before getting dressed and going out for lunch.
In the car, she asked me anxiously if she was pregnant. I asked her when her last period was. She was confused. I said the only option was to take birth control pills. She thought about it and reluctantly agreed. At the restaurant, as she took the pills, she glared at me fiercely and said, "I hate you." I grabbed her hand, put her fingers in my mouth, and sucked on them one by one. She couldn't help but collapse into my arms. As I ran my fingers through her hair, I said, "If you hate me, just kill me." She whispered, "You think I wouldn't dare?" I kissed her ear and said, "I'm not afraid of being killed by you. I've made you my woman; even if I die, it's worth it." She turned to me and said, "How many women have you said this to?" I said, "Including you, I only have two women. As long as you don't leave me, I won't say these words to a third woman." She said, "Okay, tell me about your girlfriend."
After dinner, I took her shopping for clothes. I offered to pay, but she firmly disagreed. She said, "I have money; I won't spend your money." I said, "Your money comes from your mother." She said, "It's only right that I spend my mother's money; what does it mean for me to spend yours?" I remained silent.
That afternoon, I accompanied her shopping; I was very tired. Then we found a quiet teahouse by a lake. We sat by the lake, enjoying the tranquility of a summer afternoon. Looking at the girl beside me, I felt a pang of envy for their perfect match. We didn't go out for dinner until dark. I said I wanted to drink, so we drove home and found a restaurant near my house. I think we ate at a place that served boiled fish. I drank a lot that day, and ended up completely drunk. She couldn't help it and didn't dare mention going back to school. She helped me home. I said a hot shower would make me feel better. But I pretended I couldn't even undress myself, so she had to fill the bathtub with water and help me take off my clothes. She blushed as she helped me undress. I, in turn, helped her take off my underwear. She shyly knelt down to help me remove my underwear. Fueled by alcohol, I stripped her naked and took a bath with her in my arms. She looked at me and said, "You lied to me again. You weren't drunk at all. Why are you so cunning?" I said, "I can't help it. I've never been pretty or good at talking since I was little. In kindergarten, I always got less candy than the other kids. If I didn't use a little trickery, would you be with me?" She chuckled and said, "You're just good with words." After laughing, she cupped my face and said, "You drank so much today. Don't drink like that in the future; it's bad for your health." Women, no matter how old, change once they consider themselves your woman. This pampered girl was actually so caring. I kissed her fiercely. We made love in the bathtub.
Many people think having sex in the bathtub is great, but it's actually not comfortable at all. Firstly, even if the woman is very aroused, the water makes her vagina very slippery, making penetration and thrusting unpleasant. I tried a few times, but it wasn't comfortable, so I gave up. I just held her in the water, kissing and caressing her body. She enjoyed lying in my arms, letting me do as I pleased. I let her grab my penis with her hand; since she'd already lost her virginity, she wasn't as shy. So I taught her how to masturbate me. She asked, "Why do you need to learn this?" I said, "You can do it for me when you have your period." She blushed and said, "Pah, you pervert." But she still obediently and awkwardly masturbated me with her hand. After a while, my alcohol wore off, and we went to bed. I lay there and said to her, "Honey, let's do 69." She asked, "What's 69?" I explained, "It means you lie on top of me and give me oral sex, while I lick your genitals and anus at the same time." She said no. I said, "Come on, it feels really good." She had no choice but to follow my instructions and get on top of me. I first guided her to give me oral sex, licking my glans and testicles. I encouraged her while instructing her, telling her to use her lips and tongue, absolutely not her teeth. But then her little thing deliberately bit my glans, making me scream in pain. She said, "Now you know what pain is, right? Last night I was in so much pain and you ignored me, I'll bite you to death." I said, "That's different. You have to feel pain, no matter who you're with or when you're with them, you'll feel pain. You biting me is your malicious revenge." She said, "I did get my revenge, so what? You're not happy? I'll bite you again." I was so scared I kept begging for mercy. The little thing gently licked me. I started licking her anus and vagina, my hands around her waist, caressing her smooth, flat, and taut lower abdomen. She felt it; as my tongue teased her vaginal opening, the frequency of her swallowing and releasing my penis increased. I inserted the tip of my tongue into her vaginal opening, sensing the sour smell and a musky scent. In my experience, healthy women secrete this scent when aroused. So I increased the frequency and intensity of my teasing of her genitals, while simultaneously inserting a finger into her anus. I knew that having a woman's anus plugged at this time would increase her pleasure. At the same time, her anus spasmed rapidly, squeezing out a large gush of hot, salty, and somewhat fragrant liquid from her vagina. Suddenly, she spat out my penis, rested her head on my lap, gripped my ankles tightly with both hands, and let out a painful groan, her body trembling uncontrollably. I knew she had reached orgasm. I then frantically teased her clitoris with my tongue and sucked on her labia minora with my lips. Women are very sensitive during orgasm, and this intense stimulation made her gasp for breath and beg me to stop. Then I put her down; she was limp. I told her, "You've reached orgasm. Congratulations, you're a real woman now." She was too weak to answer. I knew she would feel incredibly good fucking me at this moment. So I spread her legs and thrust in. It was slippery, hot, and tight inside. Her body tensed up, and she let out a groan. With each thrust, her head swayed from side to side, like a dancer tossing their head. She couldn't resist hooking her arms around my neck. I taught her to wrap her arms around my buttocks and push in with my rhythm. At first, she wasn't quite sure how, but she quickly got the hang of it. We started to coordinate, and her moans began to have rhythm. Her moans were beautiful, low and sweet. As I fucked her, I said very lewd things to stimulate her. These words made her both ashamed and excited. Soon she arched her back, pressing her genitals tightly against me, her hands moving from her buttocks to my back, pressing her whole body against me. Her head rested on my shoulder, biting it gently, but the sensation of pain mixed with itchiness was wonderful. After a while, she tilted her head back, letting out a muffled moan, her hands gripping my back. I felt her vagina tighten, the tender flesh squeezing my penis. I felt I was about to ejaculate. I said, "Wife, I'm going to ejaculate, I want to ejaculate inside you, give me a baby, okay?" She gritted her teeth and said, "Go ahead and ejaculate." I asked, "Does it feel good?" She nodded with her eyes closed. I said, "If it feels good, scream for your husband to hear, louder." As I thrust into her hard, she let out a sobbing moan, pressing even closer to me. Suddenly, she bit my shoulder, a little too hard, and I cried out in pain, ejaculating. She trembled, clinging tightly to me, biting my shoulder, seemingly sobbing. I knew she had reached orgasm again.
We didn't separate for a long, long time. She was covered in sweat, my sweat mingling with hers. She lay motionless. I knew that at this moment, she needed a man's tenderness the most. So I gently stroked her and kissed her. She closed her eyes and nestled in my arms like a kitten. I knew that familiarity breeds affection. It's impossible for a woman not to develop feelings for a man who sexually satisfies her.
I don't know how much time passed. She stirred in my arms, and I immediately woke up. She was awake, but still lay in my arms with her eyes closed, rubbing her palm against my chest. I silently enjoyed this wonderful moment. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, lifted her chin, looked at me, and said, "You really like me?" I brushed the hair covering her cheek with my fingers and said, "Silly girl, of course I like you, I like you very much." She remained silent. After a while, she asked again, "What will you do if your girlfriend comes back to you?" My heart suddenly ached. Facing such a beautiful and innocent girl, I suddenly felt incredibly shameless. I took a deep breath and said, "She won't come back. She's settling abroad."
She asked, "Do you love her?"

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