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Sexual seduction of college students 

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I found a lost phone on the bus. Since I didn't know whose it was, and the bus was going my way home, I couldn't take it to the lost and found at the station. I ended up taking it home. Before I even got home, the phone rang. I thought it must be the owner calling to ask for their phone back.

I pressed the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Hello, I dropped my phone on the bus."

"Oh, sir, don't worry, I found your phone. When's a convenient time for me to get it?"

After the call, I learned he was a student at a university near my house. He hadn't gotten a dorm this year and had moved out to rent a place. His motorcycle broke down that day, so he had to take the bus home, and of course, his phone ended up on the bus. He seemed like a very funny and polite person. Even though he was just calling to ask me to return his phone, we chatted a lot that night, and it was quite enjoyable!

I hope he's handsome.

We met at McDonald's near the university. Suddenly, I remembered something: he didn't tell me what he looked like, what he was wearing, or ask me anything. Now, how am I supposed to recognize him? I clutched his phone, hoping he'd see it while looking for someone and find me.

Hey, less than two minutes later, a handsome guy in his early twenties walked over. (I really dislike calling guys "men," it feels weird, but it seems like no so-called "men" want to be called "men," how strange.)

"Excuse me, are you the one who found my phone?" Oh, it's him! I quickly looked him up and down. He

had healthy skin, his eyes weren't big, but they were bright and looked intelligent, tall and thin—just my type! Of course, I didn't say much when I saw him, since we wouldn't be in contact again after returning the phone.

"Yes, here's your phone."

"Thank you~~~~~~" He looked almost moved to tears when he saw the phone.

"Well, that's all for now! Bye-bye."

"Hey, wait! At least let me buy you something to drink, you helped me find my phone!"

"Oh, no need, no need, it's just returning a phone."

Finally, I couldn't resist his persuasion and went into McDonald's with him. I politely ordered an orange juice. To be honest, it was a little awkward because I didn't know him well, and it felt strange sitting together without anything to talk about. Unexpectedly, he was a very talkative person! I was so happy, the atmosphere instantly became lively.

Before leaving, he even asked for my phone number. Hmm, I was a little startled by him. After all, I'm not used to the attitude of college students who can make friends everywhere. Although I often get hit on on the street, it's really exciting to have someone like this ask for my number. But girls should be reserved; that's what my mother taught me.

"Uh, that's not a good idea! We're not that close. It's good that I found your phone. Thanks for the orange juice."

"Hey, you're overthinking it. I really appreciate it. I just wanted to be friends with you since we get along so well. I'm not a bad person, I won't eat you up."

"But bad people don't admit they're bad," I muttered to myself.

"How about I give you my phone number? That way you won't have to worry about me bothering you." He smiled brightly, and I thought I'd messed up. Who could resist such a radiant smile?! No, no, I have a boyfriend, I have to control myself.

After giving me his phone number, he hopped on his scooter and disappeared.

I admit he's a really nice person. After chatting with him twice, I felt like my soul was being sucked in.

After that, I almost forgot about him. Why would I spend money calling someone to chat? I'm not crazy.

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. But unfortunately, one day I broke up with my boyfriend. I'm not someone who likes to confide in others. After all, if I tell my friends, even my best friends will tell a little bit, and if they tell a little bit, it means the whole world will know. I don't want to be that embarrassed! But I'm also very sad. Who can I talk to?

I press my phone, looking for someone in my contact list whom I can confide in.

Hmm? Maybe I can call him! (I forgot to introduce him, his name is Kawasaki, a strange nickname, right?) I dialed.

"Hello?" It was his voice. I hadn't heard it in a long time.

"Hello?? I'm the one who found your phone." I wondered if he had forgotten me? It's been so long.

"It's you! What's wrong? You sound unwell. Are you alright?"

Ugh... I admit, when girls hear even a little comforting words from the right person, they uncontrollably start to let loose. Yes, that's exactly how I felt.

He decided to help me regain my confidence and cheer me up, so he took me for a walk.

Even though it was a bit late, sitting on the back of his motorcycle, with the wind blowing, made me feel much better. He rode to his school, parked the motorcycle, and walked and chatted with me.

He was really amazing; he made me feel so much better after just a few words, but I've forgotten what he said.

What does a heartbroken girl (I still don't like to talk about women, even though I'm almost 18) need most? Of course, a warm hug.

That night was a bit chilly, and I had just cried. I was wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and the wind was initially very comfortable, but then I started shivering.

"Are you cold?" He really is a very considerate person.

I nodded without saying anything and continued walking. He was only wearing a t-shirt, so naturally he couldn't put anything on me. Suddenly, I felt a warmth;

he hugged me from behind.

I was startled, but it felt comfortable and gentle, so I let him hug me like that.

After that day, we became very good friends—yes, still friends. Although I didn't know what he was thinking, after a few more meetings, it felt like he only treated me like a heartbroken little sister, a younger friend.

He even said we were the kind of friends who could lie in bed and chat until dawn, just chatting under the covers.

Actually, my friends kept telling me that there couldn't be a guy like that, and besides, what college guy would seriously consider a naive high school girl as a close female friend? Everyone said I'd been deceived, but I trusted him completely.

But gossip is a powerful thing. When everyone told me this, I slowly began to suspect that he might have ulterior motives, treating me as a good friend while actually just a backup plan, or some unsuspecting prey.

So I decided to test the truth of his words. Besides, being without a boyfriend would probably make me feel lonely and restless. I admit I'm not exactly a model girl. Although I do well in school, have good interpersonal relationships, and appear to be a well-behaved and innocent girl who doesn't know anything, I'm actually a little kid who feels incredibly lewd even when I hear myself moaning.

You ask why I don't just do it myself? I don't like vibrators, and besides, a real person is definitely better than anything else. Vibrators are like jumping, emotionless instruments; I avoid them if possible. With such strong desires, I'm honestly going crazy after two or three weeks without anyone properly comforting me. Teasing him would be an interesting chore, and maybe I'll even find someone nice.

I stood in front of the large full-length mirror, carefully examining myself.

My skin is very fair (although some people say it's too fair, making me look sickly pale, but I have natural blush! A rosy complexion is a good one, you know? Seriously!). I have big eyes and a small mouth (supposedly, that's the kind of facial feature guys like?). Are you saying I'm not pretty? Then all those guys who hit on me are blind! I have long hair with super-straight bangs like a Japanese doll, and I love it! Although I'm not tall, only 160cm, I'm not fat! At 40kg, I'm often called a malnourished kid. But I have a huge appetite! I can eat three-quarters of a big pizza by myself. What girl dares to eat like that and still have a figure like mine? My breasts aren't big, 33B+, but my boyfriend says he loves my breast shape. To be specific, it's like Hoshino Aki's. I don't want to be as big as hers; clothes wouldn't look good on me, would they?

Most importantly, it's my legs! I'm famous throughout the whole school for my legs (even though our school is just a small school). They're slender and white, without any scars or unsightly leg hair. They have a beautiful shape, perfectly proportioned calves, and my toes are long too! My mom says they look great in shoes! Because of this, I love wearing shorts. I heard many upperclassmen even voted me their best sexual fantasy object—I'm so proud!

Okay, none of that matters. What should I wear to seduce him?

That's right, I just mentioned testing the truthfulness of his words. I don't believe a normal man could remain unmoved by my hazy eyes, half-open lips, wearing a semi-transparent gauze dress, vaguely revealing two pink hemispheres, as I climb on top of him with my legs slightly parted. He's either a saint or gay!

Okay, so I've decided.

I'll wear a white long-sleeved gauze top. I'd normally wear a tight-fitting camisole or something underneath, but I'll skip that today and opt for a black, easily visible half-cup bra. Of course, I'll choose pretty pop-art style straps; from the back, you can see the interwoven straps – that should spark a man's endless fantasies!

I usually love wearing super short shorts (the kind that almost expose half my butt), but those aren't suitable today. So, I'll choose a super short mini denim skirt, with a slit. Underneath, I'll carefully choose a black thong, so from the back, the top of the thong can be seen peeking out from the waistband of the mini skirt. Simply pair it with fishnet stockings (I just want to make your nose bleed!) and a pair of stiletto heels.

Standing in front of the mirror, I'll look left and right. Haha! Let's see how you don't take the bait! Even if you don't, I'll force myself on you!

Because I already really, really want it,

okay.

Next, I'll go to the agreed-upon place and wait for him to pick me up.

Honestly, it's a bit chilly today. I stood there regretting not bringing a light jacket and wearing so little.

It's so slow! I hate it when guys are late for appointments, but this is perfect. I noticed several pairs of eyes staring at me in the bustling crowd, so I knew my outfit was already halfway to success!

I saw him speeding towards me on his motorcycle in the distance, and I decided to pretend to be angry.

"Ah, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting so long. My clock is broken, that's why I'm so late." Although he rambled on as soon as he took off his helmet, I noticed his eyes darting restlessly down my neck before quickly returning to my face. Haha, it's funny to see his eyes darting around like that.

"Oh, really? What if I don't want your apology?" I turned sideways and glared at him.

"Oh, beautiful lady, you're not pretty when you're angry. Okay, then tell me, what will it take to calm you down?" Hmph, teasing me.

"Well, I want you to listen to me all day, until we get home!" Haha, you fell for my trick! Now let's see how I play you!

"Okay, although I'm reluctant, I have no choice. Hurry up and get on the bike, beautiful lady." He took out his helmet and gestured for me to sit on the back.

After sitting on the back, I realized, oh no, my skirt was too short, and my thighs were completely exposed. To sit steadily on the motorcycle, I had to spread my legs a bit, but the skirt was so narrow that to sit properly, it would have to be lifted up a bit. Oh well, the skirt being so short means I'm not afraid of people seeing. I'm sitting on the motorcycle, and even if people see me, they can't do anything to me. At most, they can only look at me a few times; I won't lose a piece of flesh.

"Hey, hold on tight, I'm going to ride faster!" he said to me through the helmet.

"Ah!" I screamed softly because the momentum was too strong, and I was thrown backward, which startled me. I quickly pulled myself back and grabbed him on the front seat. Whew, I was still sweating profusely.

I suddenly thought of something! This guy's doing it on purpose, isn't he? Why's he riding so fast when he's not in a hurry? He's probably trying to get me to hug him. Perfect timing! I wrapped my arms around his waist, not too tight, not too loose, resting my head against his back.

He kept riding faster and faster, and I had to hug him tighter. Hey! This is way too obvious!

Oh, I forgot to mention our destination. Summer's almost over, and we wanted to go to Kenting to play in the water. It's not cold now, but the morning sun isn't too strong either, perfect for swimming. Of course, there's a reason we met at a beach in Kenting. I'd been there before with friends, and there was a hotel with great service and a handsome owner! Don't get me wrong, I'm not having an affair with the owner; we've just become good friends again.

He was riding very fast, and just as I was about to fall asleep against his back, he stopped.

"Hey, which way do I go? I don't know where that hotel is. Can you show me the way?"

"Okay, okay, I'm all set. Don't worry, I can ride a motorcycle, and I've carried people before." I added, seeing his startled expression. I don't like leading the way, especially since it's inconvenient for the rider, so naturally I took over.

Sitting on the front seat, oh no, this is a 150cc! How am I supposed to ride it? And honestly, it's quite windy sitting on the front. My clothes are thin, so it's strange if I'm not cold.

"Do you have a jacket I can borrow?" I asked him at a traffic light. "And your motorcycle is so big, next time you stop at a traffic light, you should put your feet down for support, I'm afraid it might tip over."

He just smiled. At the time, I had no idea what he meant by smiling, I just thought he was laughing at how many problems I had with riding a motorcycle. Without thinking much, he gave me his jacket and let me put it on from the front. Hmm, it felt much better, and we sped up a bit. Just as I was concentrating on finding my way, his hand slid down from behind. Huh? He's starting to get restless. I guess he felt protected by the jacket, but then I realized I was overthinking it. He was just holding my waist.

I continued looking for my way, but his hand slowly moved, slipping inside my white sheer dress. I didn't think much of it, but then I noticed he seemed to be testing my limits, glancing at me. At first, it was normal, just circling around my stomach. Haha, I could barely ride my motorcycle because it was so itchy! But he kept moving upwards. Oh, I started to get excited. Just as he touched the bottom edge of my bra, he seemed to find something and moved his hand back down to my lower stomach. Oh dear, how awful! I really wanted him to touch me! I could almost feel my nipples hardening. I yelled at him, "Come on!"

I kept watching to see what he was up to, calmly riding my motorcycle. He did it again, slowly sliding up from my stomach, but this time it was different. He didn't move down after touching the bottom edge of my bra. I felt his fingertips break through the underwire and slip inside. I thought the real show was about to begin, but he just circled around the flesh below my nipples, pinching and rubbing. I really wanted to stop the motorcycle and beg him to touch me without hesitation, but that would be a loss. I came to seduce him, how did I end up being manipulated by him? He continued to touch my breasts, moving both hands outwards, still refusing to touch my erect nipples, rubbing and pinching them in circles.

Finally, he gripped my breast tightly with one hand. "Mmm~" I let out a soft moan from inside my helmet, my eyes involuntarily closing, my whole body going limp. But I was riding a motorcycle! I was terrified, so I quickly rallied my spirits. I could feel him secretly chuckling behind me. His hands gripped my breasts, his index fingers still busy, frantically circling my areolas. Oh, that's not what I want, I want you to touch my nipples, the middle, a little closer, a little closer with your fingers!

Of course, he didn't hear what I was thinking, and continued to tease me wantonly. Suddenly, he let go. Hey, was he done playing? He adjusted my bra, his hands still obediently around my waist.

Just in time, I found a hotel.

That bastard, just wait and see how I deal with you.

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the car, that guy was calm and collected, as if nothing had happened, and even smiled at me. Oh my god, I almost fainted. That smile was terrifyingly seductive. I just wanted to rush to the room, pin him down on the bed, and make him have me. Of course, I couldn't show it on my face. I smiled at him, pretending nothing was wrong, waiting to see when he'd slip up again.

When I got to the counter, I didn't see the handsome owner. Hmm, whatever, I'm not here to see the owner anyway; I have important business to attend to! Once

in the room, I completely relaxed. Whether by bike or car, it was a long journey, and the bumpy ride on the motorcycle was quite tiring. I dropped my luggage and sprawled on the bed in a starfish position—partly to relax, but also deliberately. I think he probably saw my slightly damp black thong and a little bit of pink flesh under my super short mini-skirt.

"Wow, we've arrived in Kenting!" I pretended not to know he was looking up my skirt.

"Yeah, want to go swimming? The seawater is so refreshing!" Hmph, pretending to be friendly and wanting me to change into a bikini, huh? Dream on!

"But I'm so tired, riding for so long."

"Little girl, you dare complain about being tired? You're already yelling like this after just this short ride in the city, what about the long stretch I rode ahead of you? I wasn't tired then either." He said, moving closer to me and resting his head on his hand.

"You're a boy, and who's the one who's supposed to listen to me after being late all day? It's already a favor that I didn't make you find the hotel." I straightened up and turned to face him, resting my head on my hand. The purpose of this position was that because my body was sideways, all my flesh would be pushed to one side by gravity, making my cleavage noticeable even if I had small breasts, let alone with my half-cup bra, which made it feel like my entire breasts were about to be squeezed out.

He seemed to notice, his eyes darting around, and his hands started to wander. His hand, no longer supporting his head, went to my waist. "We're here at the beach to swim, right? Listen to me, let's go change into our swimsuits." "We?" "No way, who wants to change into a swimsuit with you?" "Or, you change first, then I'll go." "Okay, okay, whatever you say, Miss." He grabbed his beach shorts and ran into the bathroom. Beach shorts? Why isn't he wearing swim trunks? Aren't we going swimming? Oh, could it be that he's already hard and afraid it'll be too obvious, so he can only wear beach shorts? Haha! I chuckled to myself as I searched for a bikini in my bag. I

didn't bring many clothes, but bikinis are less fabric, so they were quite hard to find. Ah, finally I saw it, a bright orange three-piece bikini. Both the top and the sexy little triangle below were tied up. Finally, he opened the door and came out. Wow, not bad physique. Although he doesn't have those big, muscular muscles like a bodybuilder, his lines are very clear, and you can even see the lines on his abs. Even though he's wearing beach shorts, he's still... so sexy! I was stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

"Hey, it's your turn." He finally reminded me, and I snapped out of my daze and rushed to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I realized my face was red. So handsome! >＼＼＼< Ugh??? After all, I'm still that kind of screaming little girl, not a mature woman, and I can't resist such a handsome guy.

After changing in the bathroom, I realized I hadn't brought sunscreen! Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no! I poked my head out of the bathroom door. "Hey, do you have sunscreen?" I smiled awkwardly.

"Ugh, you girls, you want to come to the beach but are afraid of getting tanned, and then you don't bring your own sunscreen." He muttered as he took sunscreen out of his bag and handed it to me.

"Thanks." I smiled shyly again.

"Do you want me to help you apply it?" he said as he handed it to me.

"No!!" I snapped back to reality.

But, in the bathroom, since the sunscreen couldn't reach my back, I started to regret it and opened the door again.

"Hey...can you help me?" I asked, looking embarrassed.

"Ugh...women." He pushed open the door and came in, looking impatient. He squeezed sunscreen onto his hand, and I turned my back to him so he could apply it to my back. His hands weren't thin; they were a bit rough, but for some reason, it felt good to be touched like that. It was like an electric shock, making me feel intoxicated. He kept applying it, from my back to my waist, and from my waist to that area. I was completely immersed in the sensation of his hands and didn't even notice that he was untying the knot on my back until he touched the lower edge of my breasts. I snapped out of it, panicked, and turned to stand up, clutching my breasts, but accidentally touched the showerhead switch. With a whoosh, water started pouring down.

"What are you so nervous about? I'm just applying sunscreen for you." He calmly turned off the light, grabbed my shoulders, and made me sit facing him again. This time, instead of moving upwards, he moved downwards, unbuttoning one side of my panties. His hands traced my buttocks, rubbing back and forth, then down to my waist. Since I was sitting, his touch went from my waist to my thighs, and between my thighs and abdomen, which was naturally the pubic area. I don't have much pubic hair, so it was easy to feel that thin slit. He first rubbed and rubbed my lower abdomen, as if playing with my pubic hair, then gently stroked down from the slit with his index finger. I was almost lying on top of him, but before he could touch the sensitive area, he pushed me up.

"The sunscreen is done." He casually closed the sunscreen bottle.

"Oh, okay." I knew I must be blushing again, so I quickly tied my straps and followed him to the beach.

The beach was packed with people. It was so hot, the sand was scalding, and we quickly dipped our feet into the seawater – it felt like it was steaming! (Just kidding, of course.) There were many people on the beach and quite a few in the water too. I don't know what day it was, but everyone seemed to be out in Kenting. He went to the deeper water first, then pulled me over. It was crowded, and I felt myself being touched twice by people next to me, and someone even put their hand inside my pants. Being touched by strangers still made me uncomfortable, so I quickly moved closer to him, pressing myself against him tightly.

"What's wrong? Did someone touch you?" He noticed something was off and looked down at me. I nodded, feeling him holding me tightly as we walked around in the water. Weren't we supposed to be swimming? Why were we walking around in the water? Hey, who's ever actually seen anyone swimming on the beach? Isn't it just about splashing around? I was in front, he was behind, his arms around me, it felt safe. Of course, the water was also a kind of cover. He seemed to want to take advantage of the opaque water to slip his hand inside my bikini. We were facing away from the crowd, pretending to be looking at the sea from the water, but actually I had my eyes closed, leaning against him, enjoying his caresses. This time he directly placed both hands on my breasts, rubbing them vigorously. My buttocks were pressed against the front of his beach shorts, and I could feel a hard object that excited me.

My hands reached behind me, touching his penis through his beach shorts. So hard… "Do you like it?" he whispered in my ear. "Hmm??" "How about this?" He slipped one hand inside my panties and gently touched my clitoris with his index finger. "Mmm~" I involuntarily moaned. Through my pants, I gently stroked his hard penis with my hand. Even through the pants, I could easily feel the distinct umbrella-shaped glans. Although my hand was a little stuck, the hardness of his erect penis excited me so much that I wanted to dive into the water and suck it. Just as I was reveling in his caresses, he pulled his hand back, leaving me momentarily at a loss. I quickly took my hand out from behind my back, and he led me back to the hotel.

Finally, it's here, isn't it? I've been waiting for so long. Now I completely forgot about seducing him or anything else; all I wanted was for him to fuck me hard with his penis. Back in the room, my feet were dirty from walking on the beach, and the seawater felt sticky and uncomfortable after drying. I went into the bathroom to rinse off quickly, took off my bikini and hung it by the bathtub. I stood under the showerhead, turned on the hot water, and tilted my head back to let the water run over my head. Suddenly, I heard the door open. Huh? Didn't I lock the door? But that's perfect. I pretended not to hear and continued showering, turning my back to the door, bending down, and squeezing the hotel's shower gel into my hands. Not squatting, but bending over—I figured he, standing in the doorway, could clearly see my pink, delicate vulva.

I poured the shower gel onto my chest and started rubbing my breasts with both hands. He came over, walked around me, squeezed some shower gel, and started washing my back from the back of my neck. This felt different from sunscreen. Sunscreen feels a bit rough when applied, but body wash is smooth. I saw him lean behind me, his hands circling my neck, extending to my shoulders, back, waist, and finally around my stomach, reaching my fair, pink breasts. The smoothness of the body wash felt incredibly gentle. I closed my eyes, resting my head on his chest, while his hands moved from under my armpits to the front, kneading my nipples. "Wow, the first two times I was either covered by my jacket or it wasn't convenient to flip your bikini up. Look at those perky pink nipples, your little sister really wants them, doesn't she?" "Mmm~" I hummed in response.

He continued rubbing my right breast with his left hand, while his right hand reached for my crotch, lingering there before slowly moving further inside. I pressed against his body, his erect penis pressing against my buttocks from behind, rubbing back and forth, causing my juices to flow continuously. "Oh dear, is this shower gel or my vaginal fluid? How come so much has flowed down my thighs?" "Oh dear, it's all your fault." I opened my eyes, looked up, and glared at him. He pressed his lips to mine, his warm tongue attacking my mouth, and I responded passionately. My instinctive reaction was to slightly spread my legs, allowing his hand to penetrate deeper, to properly caress my irrepressible vulva and clitoris, while his left hand continued to rub my breasts.

Because my legs were slightly parted, his penis, which had been rubbing against my buttocks, now pressed against my vulva. He continued to rock his hips, rubbing his penis against my wet, moist opening, making soft, sizzling sounds. "Mmm~" His right hand was still rubbing my clitoris, and I felt so comfortable I almost fainted. My whole body started to stiffen, and a strong sensation traveled from his fingertips through my clitoris. "Mmm~ Brother, don't do that anymore, I can't take it anymore." He didn't reply, but stopped rocking his hips. "Don't want it anymore? Then I won't do it anymore." He smiled slyly and stopped all movement. I didn't know what to do. What kind of boy would stop so easily? "Ouch???" Just as I was about to continue complaining, his hips straightened slightly.

The large, umbrella-shaped glans entered my tightly closed, waiting hole. My words were still in my throat, but a wave of tingling pleasure swallowed them back down, and my whole body went limp. "Oh~" I groaned, tilting my head back and closing my eyes. I knew he was watching my reaction with wide eyes, but I couldn't care less. "Ah? You're moaning so sweetly, do you want it or not?" "Ouch," I snapped back to reality, unsure how to answer him, when he pushed in a little more. *Plop* *Sizzle* "Ah~~" Although it had only been two or three weeks since I'd had sex, my little hole still couldn't handle such a large penis. A burning sensation came from below, but I loved it. "Why are you moaning like this after only a little bit in? You're usually so innocent and cute, I didn't expect you to enjoy this feeling so much, huh?" His words made me blush involuntarily.

While he was talking, his hands weren't idle; they were constantly rubbing my breasts. "Come on, if you want it, beg me, and I'll make you feel really good." "No??? I don't care." I retorted stubbornly, but I desperately wanted him to fuck me hard. Begging him like this would be too disrespectful. "Oh? So proud. But I'm not. I've wanted to fuck you for a long time. Now that I have the chance, even if you don't want it today, I'm going to fuck you hard." After saying that, he grabbed my waist and started thrusting in and out. "Ah??? Ah ah ah??? Ah~ Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~ Ah??? Ah~" So good. Although technique is important, a bigger size makes all the difference. Sizzle~ Sizzle~ Sizzle~ Sizzle~ My pussy was welcoming his big cock, making a lewd sizzling sound. Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ So good, so good. Keep fucking me like this! But wait, when I touched it with my hand, it wasn't this small. Why doesn't it feel deep at all? Just as I was about to turn around, he grabbed my buttocks and pushed me forward forcefully. *Sizzle* "Ahhhhhh!" My legs went weak, and I almost collapsed onto the bathroom floor.

"Oh dear, how can you do this with such weak legs?" he said with a lewd grin. So he had been doing nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. Ah, this feeling was truly unforgettable. The burning sensation of such a large penis entering was completely different, coupled with my juices flowing down my thighs from my vagina, it was so pleasurable that I moaned without a care for my image. Ah, but then he stopped moving. "Brother's tired, let's stop here for today." "Huh? Why are you like this???" I turned back to him with a pleading look, hoping he would continue to fuck me with his big penis. He just smiled, turned me to face him, and picked me up. I lay on his shoulder, my two white breasts pressed against his dark, muscular chest, bouncing rhythmically with the vibrations of his steps.

He walked to the bedside and gently placed me on it, straddling me. I could feel his sexy pubic bone and the throbbing penis between his legs that was driving me wild with desire. He cupped my breasts in his hands and began teasing my nipples with his mouth and tongue, first taking them entirely into his mouth and gently licking them with his tongue, then lightly biting them with his teeth. "Ah..." I couldn't resist the stimulation and moaned softly, "Mmm~ so good." He sucked on one nipple while kneading the other breast with his other hand. I closed my eyes and instinctively writhed my body, "So good, mmm~ mmm~" He spread one leg up, lifting my legs onto his waist, my legs spread wide open. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he lifted me up, straddling his thighs. My vagina was pressed against his glans. He held me, swaying his waist, closed his eyes, and took my mouth into his. I pressed my erect nipples against his chest, swaying in rhythm with his movements. Suddenly he jerked violently, and his entire penis plunged into my vagina without warning. *Plop* *Sizzle* It went in deeply. "Ahhhhhh!" I threw my head back, and he grabbed my waist, beginning to thrust in and out.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...oh...um...um...um...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh..." My breasts swayed wildly up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. "Ah...so...good...so...good...brother...you...so...good...so...comfortable..." He stopped again as his penis penetrated deeper. "Say you love me, and that I want you to do this to you every single day, every moment, or I won't continue." He looked at me, looking very serious. My hands were still wrapped around his neck. I lowered my head, embarrassed. Please, how could I say such a thing? He lifted my face with his hand, forcing me to look at him. "Say it!" He swayed his hips and thrust into me forcefully. "Ah...I love you, brother, I love you the most. I want you to do this to me every day." I couldn't bear the tingling sensation and blurted it out.

"Oh? With such a beautiful woman and such a wonderful hole before me, how could I refuse?" He pushed me down onto the bed and began to thrust wildly. "Ah~ Ah??? Ah??? Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Hmm~ Hmm??? Hmm?? Hmm~~ Oh~~ Oh~~ Oh~~ Oh~~ Hmm~ Ah??? So comfortable~ Kawasaki brother~ So~ amazing~~" His hands were still holding my breasts, thrusting and rubbing them violently. "Ah~ Ah?? Hmm~ Brother?? Ah ah~~ Ah~ Ah??? Oh~~ Oh~" He slowed down, bending my legs up and pulling them against his body. He grabbed my calves, so that not only my entire lower body but also my anus were clearly visible. "Wow, my sister's hole is so beautiful. I'm so sorry for being so rough just now," he said, lowering his head and taking my entire hole into his mouth. "Oh~" He sucked with great relish, as if it were something delicious, making slurping sounds. His tongue didn't even need to penetrate my vagina; it just circled around, licking my clitoris. Then, he knelt on the bed, ready to pounce, adjusting his penis to the right position, pressing it against my opening

, and finally thrusting it deep inside me. *Plop* *Sizzle* "Ah~~" I moaned, a slight smile playing on my lips. He didn't disappoint, thrusting violently into my vagina. "Mmm ... "My little sister is so good." He stroked my face, urging me to sit on him quickly. I leaned in and kissed him. He touched my face with one hand and my breast with the other. Slowly, I sat down, enjoying the deep yet gradual penetration. "Mmm~" My head tilted back; it felt so good. This position gave me a different kind of tingling sensation, and I sat on him, trembling with pleasure. He closed his eyes slightly, placing his hands on my hips, and softly hummed, "Oh oh oh," "Mmm~" This feeling is so good. "Deeper, little sister~ Good girl, deeper~" He was deeply immersed in the pleasure of my vagina rubbing against his penis. I swayed up and down, then rocked back and forth like riding a horse, letting his penis churn inside me. "Oh... oh~ um... umm... so good... oh~ brother, kawasaki..." I could barely breathe, because it felt so good I couldn't pronounce any words clearly. "Oh oh oh~"

"I... I originally wanted to test you on purpose?" I said, panting as I rocked. "Test what?" He opened his eyes, but his hands were still gripping my buttocks tightly. "Didn't you say we were the kind of good friends who could sleep in the same bed and nothing would happen? How come now, it seems like more than just a little something special happened between us?" "Oh dear, you little rascal, you actually tricked me like this, it seems I'd be doing myself a disservice if I didn't punish you severely!" He pushed me up, making me lie face down, then he grabbed my waist and thrust hard into me from behind, slap! *Slap slap slap slap slap!* My juices were still flowing freely. "Ah~ Ah ah ah ah ah??" His violent thrusts made me moan without restraint. "Hmm... Hmm... Oh... Oh... Hmm... Ah... Ah... Ah ah??" "Say sorry, or I won't let you go," he said, thrusting harder. "No... Ah... Ah... Don't... Hmm... Hmm... I... Ah... Ah... I won't say it~" "Even when you're about to die, you're still so disobedient," he said, increasing his speed and thrusting harder, so violently that I felt I was about to lose control. "Ah... Ah... Brother... No... Don't do this, oh... Oh... Hmm... Hmm..." I begged for mercy while still moaning, because it felt so good. "Ah ah... Brother... I... I can't take it anymore. Please spare me... Hmm... Ah... Ah... Ah..." *

Slap slap slap!* He thrust relentlessly. "Ah... Ah... Brother~~ Hmm... Hmm... I can't... I can't take it anymore, ahhh~~" The lewd moans and the slapping sounds of thrusting seemed to excite him even more, his speed and force only increasing. "Ah... Ahhh~~ I'm going to come~ I'm going to come! Ah... Ahhh... Hmm... Hmm... Oh... Oh oh... Ahhh~" Suddenly my whole body stiffened, my hands went limp, and my buttocks were still sticking up high. He wasn't finished yet, desperately continuing to thrust and pump. "Is that all you can do? Brother isn't finished yet!" "Hmm... No more... I don't want it anymore~" "Didn't someone say they wanted to test me? How was the test? How was the result?" "Hmm... Hmm... Hmm... Brother is so... amazing!" He stopped talking and thrust harder, each time pushing deep inside. "Ah... Ah... Ah... Hmm... Brother... Hmm... Hmm... So comfortable..." I heard him moan. "Hmm..." He sighed, closed his eyes, and lifted his head, his trembling penis spurting out a large amount of hot semen. "Ah..." I cried out, and he withdrew, then thrust in violently again. "Oh..." He ejaculated again.

Earlier, I found a lost cell phone on the bus. Since I didn't know whose it was, and the bus was going my way home, I couldn't take it to the lost and found at the station. I had to take it home. Before I even got home, the phone rang. I thought it must be the owner calling to look for their phone.

I pressed the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Hello, hello, I dropped my phone on the bus." "

Oh, sir, don't worry, I found your phone. I'll give it to you whenever it's convenient for you."

After the phone call, I learned he was a student at a university near my house. He hadn't gotten a dorm this year and had moved out to rent a place outside the university. His motorcycle broke down that day, so he had to take the bus home first, and unfortunately, his phone ended up on the bus. He seemed like a very funny and polite person. Although he only called to ask me to return his phone, we chatted a lot that night, and it was quite enjoyable!

I hope he's a handsome guy.

We met at McDonald's near the university. I suddenly realized something: he hadn't told me what he looked like, what he was wearing, or asked me. Now, how was I going to recognize him? I held onto his phone, hoping he would see it while looking for someone and find me.

Hey, less than two minutes later, a handsome young man in his early twenties walked over.

"Excuse me, are you the one who found my phone?" "Oh, it's him! I quickly looked him up and down.

He had healthy skin, and his eyes, though not large, were bright and intelligent. He was tall and thin—just my type! Of course, I didn't say much when I saw him; after returning a phone, we wouldn't be in contact again.

'Okay, here's your phone.'

'Thank you~~~~~~' He looked almost moved to tears when he saw the phone.

'Well... that's all for now! Bye-bye.'

'Hey, wait! At least let me buy you a drink; you helped me find my phone.'

'Ah, no need, no need, it's just returning a phone.'"

Finally, I couldn't resist his persuasion and went into McDonald's with him. I politely ordered an orange juice. To be honest, it was a little awkward because I didn't know him well, and it felt strange not being able to find anything to talk about. Unexpectedly, he was a very talkative person! I was so happy; the atmosphere immediately became lively.

Before leaving, he even asked for my phone number. Hmm, I was a little taken aback. After all, I'm not used to the attitude of college students who can make friends everywhere. Although I often get hit on on the street, it was actually quite exciting to have someone I liked ask for my number. But girls should be more reserved; that's what my mother taught me.

"Uh, that's not a good idea! We're not that close. Just finding your phone is fine, thanks."

"Hey, you're overthinking it. I really appreciate it, and I just wanted to be friends with you since we get along so well. I'm not a bad person, I won't eat you up."

"But bad people don't admit they're bad," I muttered to myself. "

How about I give you my phone number? That way you won't have to worry about me bothering you." He smiled brightly, and I thought I'd messed up. Who could resist such a radiant smile?! No, no, I have a boyfriend, I have to control myself.

After giving me his phone number, he hopped on his scooter and disappeared.

I admit he's a really nice person. After chatting with him twice, I felt like my soul was being sucked in.

After that, I almost forgot about him. Why would I spend money calling someone to chat? I'm not crazy.

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But unfortunately, one day I broke up with my boyfriend. I'm not someone who likes to confide in others. After all, if I tell my friends, even my best friends will tell a little bit, and if they tell a little bit, it means the whole world will know. I don't want to be that embarrassed! But I'm so sad. Who can I talk to?

I press my phone, looking for someone in my phone book whom I can confide in.

Hmm? Maybe I can call him! I dialed.

"Hello?" It was his voice. I hadn't heard it in a long time.

"Hello?? I'm the one who found your phone." I wondered if he had forgotten me? It's been so long.

"It's you! What's wrong? You sound unwell. Are you alright?"

Ugh... I admit, when girls hear even a little comforting words from the right person, they uncontrollably start to let loose. Yes, that's exactly how I felt.

He decided to help me regain my confidence and cheer me up, so he took me for a walk.

Even though it was a bit late, sitting on the back of his motorcycle, with the wind blowing, made me feel much better. He rode to his school, parked the motorcycle, and walked and chatted with me.

He was really amazing; he made me feel so much better after just a few words, but I've forgotten what he said.

What does a heartbroken girl (I still don't like to talk about women, even though I'm almost 18) need most? Of course, a warm hug.

That night was a bit chilly, and I had just cried. I was wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and the wind was initially very comfortable, but then I started shivering.

"Are you cold?" He really is a very considerate person.

I nodded without saying anything and continued walking. He was only wearing a t-shirt, so naturally he couldn't put anything on me. Suddenly, I felt a warmth;

he hugged me from behind.

I was startled, but it felt comfortable and gentle, so I let him hug me like that.

After that day, we became very good friends—yes, still friends. Although I didn't know what he was thinking, after a few more meetings, it felt like he only treated me like a heartbroken little sister, a younger friend.

He even said we were the kind of friends who could lie in bed and chat until dawn, just chatting under the covers.

Actually, my friends kept telling me that there couldn't be a guy like that, and besides, what college guy would seriously consider a naive high school girl as a close female friend? Everyone said I'd been deceived, but I trusted him completely.

But gossip is a powerful thing. When everyone told me this, I slowly began to suspect that he might have ulterior motives, treating me as a good friend while actually just a backup plan, or some unsuspecting prey.

So I decided to test the truth of his words. Besides, being without a boyfriend would probably make me feel lonely. I admit I'm not exactly a model girl. Although I do well in school, have good interpersonal relationships, and appear to be a well-behaved and innocent girl who doesn't know anything, I'm actually a little kid who feels incredibly lewd even when I hear myself moaning.

You ask why I don't just do it myself? I don't like vibrators, and besides, a real person is definitely better than anything else. Vibrators are like instruments that vibrate without feeling; I avoid them if possible. With such strong desires, I'm almost going crazy after two or three weeks without anyone properly comforting me. Teasing him would be an interesting chore, and maybe I'll even find someone nice.

I stood in front of the large full-length mirror, carefully examining myself.

My skin is very white (although some people say it's too white, like a sickly pale complexion, but I have natural blush! A rosy complexion is a good one, you know? Seriously). My eyes are big, and my mouth is small (I heard that's the kind of facial features guys like?). "Are you saying I'm not pretty? Then all those guys who hit on me are blind? I have long hair, cut into super straight bangs like a Japanese doll, and I love it! Although I'm not tall, only 160cm, I'm not fat either! At 40kg, I'm often called a malnourished kid. But I have a huge appetite! I can eat three-quarters of a big pizza! What girl dares to eat like that and still have a figure like mine? My breasts aren't big, 33B+, but my boyfriend says he loves my breast shape—to be specific, it's like Hoshino Aki's. I don't want to be as big as hers; clothes wouldn't look good on me, would they?

Most importantly, my legs! I'm famous throughout the whole school for my legs (even though our school is just a small school)! Slender, white legs, no scars, no disgusting leg hair, beautiful leg shape, perfectly proportioned calves, and my toes are long too! My mom says they look great in shoes!" That's why I love wearing shorts. I heard many upperclassmen even voted me their best sexual fantasy object, which makes me incredibly proud!

Okay, that's not the point. What should I wear to seduce him?

That's right, we just talked about testing the truthfulness of his words. I don't believe a normal man could remain unmoved by my dreamy eyes, half-open lips, wearing a semi-transparent gauze top, vaguely revealing two pink hemispheres, and climbing on top of him with my legs slightly parted. He'd either be a saint or gay!

Okay, so I've decided.

I'll wear a white long-sleeved gauze top. I'd normally wear a tight-fitting camisole or something underneath, but I'll skip that today and opt for a black half-cup bra that's easily visible. Of course, I'll choose pretty pop-art style bra straps, so that you can see the intertwined straps from behind—that should spark endless fantasies in men!

I usually love wearing super short shorts (the kind that almost show half your butt!), but those aren't suitable today. So, I'll just pick a super short mini denim skirt, with a slit. Of course, I'll carefully choose a black thong underneath, so that from behind, you can see the top of the thong peeking out from the waistband of the mini skirt. Simply pair it with fishnet stockings (I just want to make your nose bleed!) and a pair of stiletto heels.

Standing in front of the mirror, I look left and right. Haha! Let's see how you don't take the bait! Even if you don't, I'm going to go for it!

Because I really, really want it,

okay.

Next, it's time to go to the agreed-upon place and wait for him to pick me up.

Honestly, it's a little chilly today. I started regretting not bringing a light jacket and wearing so little.

It's slow; I hate it when guys are late for appointments, but this is perfect. I see quite a few pairs of eyes staring at me in the bustling crowd, so I know my outfit is already halfway to success!

I saw him speeding towards me on his motorcycle from afar, and I decided to pretend to be angry.

"Ah, I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting so long. My clock is broken, that's why I'm so slow." Although he rambled on as soon as he took off his helmet, I noticed his eyes were restlessly glancing down from my neck, but quickly returning to my face. Haha, it's really interesting to see his eyes darting around like that.

"Oh, really? What if I don't want to accept your apology?" I turned sideways and glared at him.

"Oh, beautiful lady, you're not pretty when you're angry. Well then, tell me, what will it take for you to calm down?" Hmph, teasing me.

"Well, I want you to listen to me all day, until we get home!" Haha, you fell for it. Now let's see how I play you!

"Okay, although I'm very unwilling, I have no choice. Beautiful lady, hurry up and get on the bike." He took out his helmet and gestured for me to sit on the back.

After sitting on the back seat, I realized, oh no, my skirt was too short, and my entire thighs were sticking out. To sit steadily on the motorcycle, I had to spread my legs a bit, but with such a narrow skirt, it would have to be lifted up a bit to sit properly. Oh well, a short skirt means I don't care if people see me. I'm sitting on the motorcycle, and even if they see me, they can't do anything to me. At most, they'll just look at me a few times; it won't hurt me.

"Hey, hold on tight, I'm going to ride faster!" he said to me through his helmet.

"Ah!" I screamed softly because the force of the ride was so strong that I was thrown backward, which startled me. I quickly pulled myself back and instinctively grabbed him on the front seat. Whew, I was still sweating profusely.

It suddenly occurred to me! This guy was doing it on purpose, wasn't he? Why was he riding so fast when he wasn't in a hurry? He probably wanted me to hug him like this. Perfect timing! I wrapped my arms around his waist, not too tight, not too far away, and rested my head against his body.

He rode faster and faster, and I had to hold him tighter. Hey! Wasn't that a bit too obvious?

Oh, I forgot to mention our destination. Summer's almost over, and we wanted to go to Kenting to play in the water. It's not cold now, but the morning sun isn't too strong either, making it perfect for swimming. Of course, there was a reason we met at a beach in Kenting. I'd been there before with friends, and there was a hotel with really good service; the owner was handsome! Don't get me wrong, I'm not having an affair with the owner, we've just become good friends again.

He rode very fast, and just as I was almost asleep against his back, he stopped.

"Hey, which way is it? I don't know where that hotel is. Can you show me the way?"

"Oh, okay, I'm riding now. Don't worry, I can ride a scooter, and I've carried people before," I added, seeing his startled expression. I don't like leading the way, especially since it's inconvenient for the rider, so naturally, I took over.

I sat on the front seat, oh no, this is a 150cc! How am I supposed to ride it with my small frame? And honestly, it's quite windy sitting in the front, and my clothes are thin, so it's strange if I'm not cold.

"Do you have a jacket I can borrow?" I asked him when we stopped at a traffic light. "And your motorcycle is so big, next time you stop at a traffic light, you should put your feet down for support, I'm afraid it might tip over."

He just smiled, and at the time I had no idea what he meant by smiling, I just thought he was laughing at how many problems I had with riding a motorcycle. Without thinking too much, he gave me his jacket and let me put it on from the front. Hmm, it felt much better, and I was going a bit faster. Just as I was concentrating on finding my way, his hand slid down from behind. Huh? He's starting to get restless. I guess he felt that the jacket was in front of me, but then I realized I was overthinking it. He was just holding my waist.

I continued to find my way, but I didn't expect his hand to slowly move and slip inside my white gauze dress. I didn't think much of it, but then I noticed he seemed to be testing my limits, glancing at me. At first, it was just normal, circling around my stomach. Haha, I could barely ride my motorcycle because it was so itchy, but he kept moving upwards while touching me. Oh, I started to get excited. Just as he touched the bottom edge of my bra, he seemed to touch something else and moved his hand back down to my lower stomach. Oh, how awful! I really wanted him to touch me! I could almost feel my nipples hardening. I yelled at him, "Come on, hurry up!"

I kept watching to see what he was going to do, calmly riding my motorcycle. He did it again, slowly sliding up from my stomach. But this time it was different. He didn't move down after touching the bottom edge of my bra. I felt his fingertips break through the underwire and slip inside. I thought the real show was about to begin, but he just circled around the flesh below my nipples, pinching and rubbing them. I really wanted to stop the motorcycle and beg him to touch me without hesitation, but that would be a mistake. I came here to seduce him, but instead, I was being manipulated by him. He continued to touch my breasts, moving both hands outwards, but still, he wouldn't touch my erect nipples, just rubbing and pinching them in circles.

Finally, his entire hand gripped my breast tightly. "Mmm~" I let out a soft moan from inside my helmet, my eyes involuntarily closing, my whole body going limp. But I was riding a motorcycle! I was terrified, so I quickly snapped back to reality. I could feel his sly chuckle behind me. His hands were on my breasts, his index finger still busy, frantically circling my areola. Oh, that's not what I want, I want you to touch my nipple, the middle, a little closer, a little closer with your finger!

Of course, he didn't hear what I was thinking, still teasing me wantonly. Suddenly, he let go. Hey, was he done playing? He adjusted my bra, his hand still obediently around my waist.

Just in time, I found a hotel.

That bastard, just wait and see how I deal with him.

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off the car, that guy was calm and collected, as if nothing had just happened. He even smiled at me. Oh my god, I almost fainted. That smile was terrifyingly seductive. I just wanted to rush to the room, pin him down on the bed, and make him have me. Of course, I couldn't show it on my face. I smiled back at him, pretending nothing had happened, and prepared to see when he would slip up again.

When I got to the counter to check, I didn't see the handsome boss. Well, never mind, I'm not here to see the boss. I have important things to do!

When I got to the room, I relaxed completely. Whether it was riding a bike or taking a car, it was a bit of a long way. The bumpy ride on the motorcycle was quite tiring. I dropped my luggage and lay back on the bed in a starfish shape. Of course, besides relaxing, I also deliberately lay down in this position. I think he probably saw my slightly damp black thong and a little bit of pink flesh under my super short mini skirt.

"Wow, we've arrived in Kenting!" I pretended not to notice he was looking up my skirt.

"Yeah, want to go swimming? The seawater is so refreshing!" Hmph, pretending to be friendly and wanting me to change into a bikini quickly, huh? Dream on!

"But I'm so tired, I've been riding for so long."

"Little girl, you dare to complain about being tired? You're already complaining about this short stretch in the city, what about the long stretch ahead of me? I wasn't tired then either." He said, moving closer to me and resting his head on his hand.

"You're a guy, and who's the one who's supposed to listen to me even though I'm late all day? It's already a favor that I didn't make you find the hotel." I straightened up and turned to face him, resting my head on my hand. The purpose of this position was that because my body was turned to the side, all my flesh would be pushed to one side due to gravity. Even if my breasts were small, I could feel the cleavage, let alone with my half-cup bra, which made it feel like my entire breasts were being squeezed out.

He seemed to notice; his eyes darted around restlessly, and his hands started to wander. His hand, which wasn't supporting his head, landed on my waist. "We're here at the beach to swim, right? Listen to me, let's go change into our swimsuits." "We?" No way! Who wants to change swimsuits with you? "Or, you change first, and then I'll go." "Okay, okay, whatever you say, Miss." He grabbed his beach shorts and ran into the bathroom. Beach shorts? Why isn't he wearing swim trunks? Aren't we going swimming? Oh, could it be that he's already hard and doesn't want to be too obvious, so he can only wear beach shorts? Haha! I chuckled to myself as I searched my bag for a bikini. I

hadn't brought many clothes, but bikinis are less fabric and quite hard to find. Ah, finally, I saw it—a bright orange three-piece bikini. Both the top and the sexy little triangle below were tied up. Finally, he opened the door and came out. Wow, nice physique! Although he didn't have those huge, muscular muscles like some guys, his lines were very defined, and you could even see the lines on his abs. Even though he was wearing beach shorts, he was still... so sexy! I was stunned and stood there dumbfounded.

"Hey, it's your turn." He finally reminded me, and I snapped out of my daze and quickly ran to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I realized I was blushing. So handsome! >＼＼＼< Sigh... After all, I'm still that kind of screaming little girl, not a mature woman, and I can't resist such a handsome guy.

After changing in the bathroom, I realized I hadn't brought sunscreen! Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no. I poked my head out of the bathroom door. "Hey, do you have sunscreen?" I smiled awkwardly.

"Ugh, you girls, you want to come to the beach but you're afraid of getting tanned, and you don't bring your own sunscreen." He muttered as he took sunscreen out of his bag and gave it to me.

"Thank you." I smiled again, feeling embarrassed.

"Do you want me to help you apply it?" he said as he handed it to me.

"No, thank you!" I snapped back to reality.

But then, in the bathroom, I realized I couldn't reach my back with the sunscreen, and I started to regret it, opening the door again.

"Hey... could you help me?"

I asked, looking embarrassed. "Ugh... women." He pushed the door open and came in, squeezing sunscreen onto his hand. I turned my back to him, letting him apply it to my back. His hands weren't thin, a bit rough, but for some reason, it felt wonderful to be touched like that, like an electric shock, making me feel intoxicated. He kept applying it, from my back to my waist, from my waist to that area, completely immersed in the sensation of his hands. I didn't even notice that he was untying the knot on my back until he touched the lower edge of my breasts. I snapped out of it, frantically clutching my breasts and turning to stand up, but accidentally touched the showerhead switch. With a whoosh, water poured down.

"What are you so nervous about? I'm just applying sunscreen for you." He calmly turned off the light, grabbed my shoulders, and made me sit facing him again. This time, instead of moving upwards, he moved downwards, unbuttoning one side of my panties. His hands traced my buttocks, rubbing back and forth, then down to my waist. Since I was sitting, his touch went from my waist to my thighs, and between my thighs and abdomen, which was naturally the pubic area. I don't have much pubic hair, so it was easy to feel that thin slit. He first rubbed and rubbed my lower abdomen, as if playing with my pubic hair, then gently stroked down from the slit with his index finger. I was almost lying on top of him, but before he could touch the sensitive area, he pushed me up.

"The sunscreen is done." He casually closed the sunscreen bottle.

"Oh, okay." I knew I must be blushing again, so I quickly tied my straps and followed him to the beach.

The beach was packed with people. It was so hot, the sand was scalding, and we quickly dipped our feet into the seawater – it felt like it was steaming! (Just kidding, of course). There were many people on the beach and quite a few in the water too. I don't know what day it was, but everyone seemed to be out in Kenting. He went to the deeper water first, then pulled me over. It was crowded, and I felt people grope me a couple of times, and someone even put their hand inside my pants. Being touched by strangers made me uncomfortable, so I quickly moved closer to him.

"What's wrong? Were you touched?" he asked, noticing something was off. I nodded, feeling him holding me tightly as we walked around in the water. Weren't we supposed to be swimming? Why were we walking around in the water? Hey, who's ever actually seen anyone swimming on the beach? Aren't we just splashing around? I was in front, he was behind, his arms around me, and I felt safe. Of course, the water was also a form of cover. He seemed to want to take advantage of the opaque seawater to slip his hand inside my bikini. We were facing away from the crowd, pretending to be watching the sea from the water, but actually I was leaning against him with my eyes closed, enjoying his caresses. This time, he directly placed both hands on my breasts, rubbing them vigorously. My buttocks were pressed against the front of his beach shorts, and I could feel a hard object that excited me.

I reached behind him and, through his beach shorts, touched his penis. So hard… “Do you like it?” he whispered in my ear, lowering his head. “Mmm…” “How about this?” He slipped one hand inside my panties and gently touched my clitoris with his index finger. “Mmm…” I involuntarily moaned. Through his pants, I gently stroked his hard penis with my hand. Even through the pants, I could easily feel the distinct umbrella-shaped glans. Although it was a little restrictive, the hardness of his erect penis excited me so much that I wanted to dive underwater and suck it. Just as I was reveling in his caresses, he pulled his hand back, leaving me momentarily at a loss. I quickly pulled my hand away from behind my back, and he led me back to the hotel.

Finally, it's here, isn't it? I've been waiting for so long. Now I completely forgot about seducing him or anything else; all I wanted was for him to fuck me hard with his penis. Back in the room, my feet were dirty from walking on the beach, and the seawater felt sticky and uncomfortable after drying. I went into the bathroom to rinse off quickly, took off my bikini and hung it by the bathtub. I stood under the showerhead, turned on the hot water, and tilted my head back to let the water run over my head. Suddenly, I heard the door open. Huh? Didn't I lock the door? But that's perfect. I pretended not to hear and continued showering, turning my back to the door, bending down, and squeezing the hotel's shower gel into my hands. Not squatting, but bending over—I figured he, standing in the doorway, could clearly see my pink, delicate vulva.

I poured the shower gel on my chest and started rubbing my breasts with both hands. He walked over and went around me, squeezing out some shower gel as well. He started washing my back from the back of my neck. It felt different from sunscreen; sunscreen feels a bit rough, but shower gel is smooth. I watched as he leaned behind me, circling my neck, extending to my shoulders, then my back, then my waist, finally around my stomach, and finally to my fair, pink breasts. The smooth feel of the shower gel was incredibly gentle. I closed my eyes, resting my head on his chest, while his hands moved from under my armpits to the front, kneading my nipples. "Wow, the first two times I was either covered by my coat or it wasn't convenient to flip your bikini up. Look at those perky pink nipples, your little sister really wants them, doesn't she?" "Mmm~" I hummed in response.

He continued rubbing my right breast with his left hand, while his right hand reached for my crotch, lingering there before slowly moving further inside. I pressed against his body, his erect penis pressing against my buttocks from behind, rubbing back and forth, causing my juices to flow continuously. "Oh dear, is this shower gel or my vaginal fluid? How come so much has flowed down my thighs?" "Oh dear, it's all your fault." I opened my eyes, looked up, and glared at him. He pressed his lips to mine, his warm tongue attacking my mouth, and I responded passionately. My instinctive reaction was to slightly spread my legs, allowing his hand to penetrate deeper, to properly caress my irrepressible vulva and clitoris, while his left hand continued to rub my breasts.

Because my legs were slightly parted, his penis, which had been rubbing against my buttocks, now pressed against my vulva. He continued to rock his hips, rubbing his penis against my wet, moist opening, making soft, sizzling sounds. "Mmm~" His right hand was still rubbing my clitoris, and I felt so comfortable I almost fainted. My whole body started to stiffen, and a strong sensation traveled from his fingertips through my clitoris. "Mmm~ Brother, don't do that anymore, I can't take it anymore." He didn't reply, but stopped rocking his hips. "Don't want it anymore? Then I won't do it anymore." He smiled slyly and stopped all movement. I didn't know what to do. What kind of boy would stop so easily? "Ouch???" Just as I was about to continue complaining, his hips straightened slightly.

The large, umbrella-shaped glans entered my tightly closed, waiting hole. My words were still in my throat, but a wave of tingling pleasure swallowed them back down, and my whole body went limp. "Oh~" I groaned, tilting my head back and closing my eyes. I knew he was watching my reaction with wide eyes, but I couldn't care less. "Ah? You're moaning so sweetly, do you want it or not?" "Ouch," I snapped back to reality, unsure how to answer him, when he pushed in a little more. *Plop* *Sizzle* "Ah~~" Although it had only been two or three weeks since I'd had sex, my little hole still couldn't handle such a large penis. A burning sensation came from below, but I loved it. "Why are you moaning like this after only a little bit in? You're usually so innocent and cute, I didn't expect you to enjoy this feeling so much, huh?" His words made me blush involuntarily.

While he was talking, his hands weren't idle; they were constantly rubbing my breasts. "Come on, if you want it, beg me, and I'll make you feel really good." "No??? I don't care." I retorted stubbornly, but I desperately wanted him to fuck me hard. Begging him like this would be too disrespectful. "Oh? So proud. But I'm not. I've wanted to fuck you for a long time. Now that I have the chance, even if you don't want it today, I'm going to fuck you hard." After saying that, he grabbed my waist and started thrusting in and out. "Ah??? Ah ah ah??? Ah~ Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm~ Ah??? Ah~" So good. Although technique is important, a bigger size makes all the difference. Sizzle~ Sizzle~ Sizzle~ Sizzle~ My pussy was welcoming his big cock, making a lewd sizzling sound. Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ So good, so good. Keep fucking me like this! But wait, when I touched it with my hand, it wasn't this small. Why doesn't it feel deep at all? Just as I was about to turn around, he grabbed my buttocks and pushed me forward forcefully. *Sizzle* "Ahhhhhh!" My legs went weak, and I almost collapsed onto the bathroom floor.

"Oh dear, how can you do this with such weak legs?" he said with a lewd grin. So he had been doing nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. Ah, this feeling was truly unforgettable. The burning sensation of such a large penis entering was completely different, coupled with my juices flowing down my thighs from my vagina, it was so pleasurable that I moaned without a care for my image. Ah, but then he stopped moving. "Brother's tired, let's stop here for today." "Huh? Why are you like this???" I turned back to him with a pleading look, hoping he would continue to fuck me with his big penis. He just smiled, turned me to face him, and picked me up. I lay on his shoulder, my two white breasts pressed against his dark, muscular chest, bouncing rhythmically with the vibrations of his steps.

He walked to the bedside and gently placed me on it, straddling me. I could feel his sexy pubic bone and the throbbing penis between his legs that was driving me wild with desire. He cupped my breasts in his hands and began teasing my nipples with his mouth and tongue, first taking them entirely into his mouth and gently licking them with his tongue, then lightly biting them with his teeth. "Ah..." I couldn't resist the stimulation and moaned softly, "Mmm~ so good." He sucked on one nipple while kneading the other breast with his other hand. I closed my eyes and instinctively writhed my body, "So good, mmm~ mmm~" He spread one leg up, lifting my legs onto his waist, my legs spread wide open. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he lifted me up, straddling his thighs. My vagina was pressed against his glans. He held me, swaying his waist, closed his eyes, and took my mouth into his. I pressed my erect nipples against his chest, swaying in rhythm with his movements. Suddenly, he jerked violently, his entire penis plunging into my vagina without warning. *Plop! Sizzle!* It went in deeply. "Ahhhhh!" I threw my head back. He grabbed my waist and began thrusting in and out.

"Ahhhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ohhhh! Hmmhhh! Hmmhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" My breasts swayed wildly with the rhythm of his thrusts. "Ahhhhh! So good! Brother, you're so amazing! So good!" He stopped when his penis was deep enough. "Say you love me, and that I want you to do this to you every single day, every moment, or I won't continue." He looked at me, looking very serious. My hands were still around his neck. I lowered my head, embarrassed. Please, how could I say such things? He lifted my face, forcing me to look him in the eye. "Say it!" He swayed his hips and thrust into me forcefully. "Ahhh, I love you, brother, I love you the most! I want you to do this to me every day!" I couldn't stand the tingling sensation and blurted it out.

"Oh? With such a beautiful woman and such a wonderful hole before me, how can I refuse?" He pushed me down on the bed and began to thrust wildly. "Ah~ Ah??? Ah??? Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Hmm~ Hmm??? Hmm?? Hmm~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Oh~ Hmm~ Ah??? So comfortable~ Kawasaki brother~ So~ amazing~" His hands were still holding my breasts, thrusting and rubbing them violently. "Ah~ Ah?? Hmm~ Brother?? Ah ah~ Ah~ Ah??? Oh~ Oh~" He slowed down, bending my legs up and pulling them against his body. He grabbed my calves, so that not only my lower body but also my anus were clearly visible. "Wow, my sister's hole is so beautiful. I'm so sorry for being so rough just now," he said, lowering his head and taking my entire hole into his mouth. "Oh~" He sucked with obvious ecstasy, as if it were something delicious, making slurping sounds. His tongue didn't even need to penetrate my vagina; it just circled around, licking my clitoris. Then, kneeling on the bed, he adjusted his penis with his hand, pressing it against my opening, and finally, he pressed his entire body against me, thrusting his penis deep inside. *Plop* *Sizzle* "Ah~~" I moaned, a slight smile playing on my lips. He didn't disappoint, thrusting violently into my vagina. "Mmm ...

Then he got up, lay down on the bed, and gestured for me to sit on him. I started from his feet, slowly crawling towards him, rubbing my body against him as I moved, until I was sitting on his stomach, then sticking my butt out and backing down, just touching the head of his penis. "Good girl," he said, touching my face and urging me to sit on him. I leaned in and kissed him, while he touched my face with one hand and my breast with the other. Slowly, I sat down, enjoying the deep yet gradual penetration. "Mmm~" I tilted my head back; it felt so good. This position gave me a different kind of tingling sensation, and I sat on him, trembling with pleasure. He closed his eyes slightly, placed his hands on my buttocks, and hummed softly, "Oh oh oh," "Mmm~" This feeling is so good. "Deeper, little sister~ Good girl, deeper~" He was deeply immersed in the pleasure of my vagina rubbing against his penis. I swayed up and down, then rocked back and forth like riding a horse, letting his penis churn inside me. "Oh... oh~ um... umm... so good... oh~ brother, kawasaki..." I could barely breathe, because it felt so good I couldn't pronounce any words clearly. "Oh oh oh~"

"I... I originally wanted to test you on purpose?" I said, panting as I rocked. "Test what?" He opened his eyes, but his hands were still gripping my buttocks tightly. "Didn't you say we were the kind of good friends who could sleep in the same bed and nothing would happen? How come now, it seems like more than just a little something special happened between us?" "Oh dear, you little rascal, you actually tricked me like this, it seems I'd be doing myself a disservice if I didn't punish you severely!" He pushed me up, making me lie face down, then he grabbed my waist and thrust hard into me from behind, slap! *Slap slap slap slap slap!* My juices were still flowing freely. "Ah~ Ah ah ah ah ah??" His violent thrusts made me moan without restraint. "Hmm... Hmm... Oh... Oh... Hmm... Ah... Ah... Ah ah??" "Say sorry, or I won't let you go," he said, thrusting harder. "No... Ah... Ah... Don't... Hmm... Hmm... I... Ah... Ah... I won't say it~" "Even when you're about to die, you're still so disobedient," he said, increasing his speed and thrusting harder, so violently that I felt I was about to lose control. "Ah... Ah... Brother... No... Don't do this, oh... Oh... Hmm... Hmm..." I begged for mercy while still moaning, because it felt so good. "Ah ah... Brother... I... I can't take it anymore. Please spare me... Hmm... Ah... Ah... Ah..." *

Slap slap slap!* He thrust relentlessly. "Ah... Ah... Brother~~ Hmm... Hmm... I can't... I can't take it anymore, ahhh~~" The lewd moans and the slapping sounds of thrusting seemed to excite him even more, his speed and force only increasing. "Ah... Ahhh~~ I'm going to come~ I'm going to come! Ah... Ahhh... Hmm... Hmm... Oh... Oh oh... Ahhh~" Suddenly my whole body stiffened, my hands went limp, and my buttocks were still sticking up high. He wasn't finished yet, desperately continuing to thrust and pump. "Is that all you can do? Brother isn't finished yet!" "Hmm... No more... I don't want it anymore~" "Didn't someone say they wanted to test me? How was the test? How was the result?" “Hmm… Hmm… Hmm… Brother is so… amazing…” Finally, he stopped talking and thrust harder, each time pushing deep inside. “Ah… Ah… Ah… Hmm… Brother… Hmm… Hmm… So comfortable…” I heard him moan. “Hmm…” Then he sighed, closed his eyes, and lifted his head, his trembling penis spurting out a large amount of hot semen. “Ah…” I cried out, and he withdrew, then thrust in violently again, “Oh…” He ejaculated another stream of semen.

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