The tenderness of a summer night on campus

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Summer is the season when everyone's libido is at its peak, especially on university campuses. Young girls can't wait to put on miniskirts and tank tops, for whatever reason—whether they enjoy the admiring glances from boys or simply want to stay cool. Boys, on the other hand, wear baggy shorts and casual flip-flops, their t-shirts and tank tops revealing their muscular physiques and the energy hidden within.

Watching the girls in their sandals, their toes exposed to the air, some girls' feet are truly unappealing, while others, even after a long day, make you want to devour them, ignoring the dust and grime. Looking at those adorable toes and glistening nails, they're like tempting Christmas turkeys, making your mouth water and your stomach rumble. Your brain will then control your eyes, making your gaze involuntarily sweep upwards, scanning those jade-like legs, all the way to the roots—a private place no one else can ever know, a sacred place of peach blossoms. It will then glide over the flat stomach, allowing only a distant glimpse of those two perhaps not-so-prominent peaks. While most people might not like Mount Everest, nor the Qaidam Basin, Mount Tai, the most revered of the Five Sacred Mountains, is only 1532.7 meters high. Yet, it attracts countless hearts, allowing one to easily appreciate its majestic and imposing essence.

Our heroine, at this moment, possesses all these qualities. Her simple short skirt sways gently in the cool summer breeze, and your heart flutters along with its rhythm. Like the mixed smells on a bus, that indescribable, yet somewhat repulsive, scent perfectly describes your feeling. Because look at those beautiful legs, so perfectly proportioned, the kneecaps so alluring. You can't imagine who connected the thighs and calves through those perfect knees. Her thighs were round and strong, and you simply couldn't resist the lust that controlled your mind. Immediately, an image of those thighs clamping around you, hooking you, flashed into your mind. The graceful curve of her calves made you want to caress them, to feel the smooth skin, and to kiss her shins, even to bite them gently, softly, yet letting her feel the hardness of your teeth, subtly implying that your lower body was as hard as your teeth. She let out a soft moan, whispering in your ear, "Honey, you bit me too hard." Then she held you, pressing your head against her magnificent bosom. Even if one were to see the Yellow Mountain and no other mountain compare, the majesty of the Five Sacred Mountains was unmatched by the Yellow Mountain.

After evening self-study, I stepped out of the classroom, my toes already involuntarily curling together. The cool night breeze couldn't extinguish my burning desire; instead, it had transformed into a potent aphrodisiac, drenching our two young, fiery bodies. Like parched earth, we were eager to absorb every drop of this hard-won intimacy, this opportunity for unbridled indulgence.

I looked up at the starry sky, my reverence for it, combined with the desire and tenderness filling my eyes, forming another, brightest heart, its light illuminating our path as we walked side by side. Hand in hand, we strolled through the quiet campus. In this peaceful, gentle night, as we walked onto the grass, we casually kicked off our slippers, and seeing her feet, my erection intensified. She immediately came over and hugged me, her hand darting into my crotch, grasping my erection. Her delicate red lips were right next to my ear. "So you're already aroused? Do you want my feet? My legs? My... you know?" "No, not for you."

She playfully ran off, and I chased after her. Before I knew it, we were in the backyard of our school. The sky was full of stars again. That big recliner finally came in handy; finally, I could taste the fragrance of my long-lost lover on this gentleman's body.

I chased after her, and she suddenly turned around, walked up to me, kissed me, and said, "I'm not wearing underwear today." In that instant, I forgot the insects chirping in my ears, forgot the rustling of the bamboo shadows cast by the moonlight, and forgot the cool breeze—truly the best aphrodisiac.

We embraced tightly. I wanted to use all my strength—enough to destroy an army—to melt her in my arms, even if it hurt her. But she was happy to do it. She knew she was about to face a storm even more intense than this. If she couldn't even finish this cake, wouldn't she become a laughingstock? As a seasoned lover whose tricks you could never predict, this time I received her signal perfectly. This once-powerful, seductive queen, who could dominate me, was now going to be my obedient daughter, letting me do as I pleased, letting me savor her—a delicacy only I could taste.

My body suddenly went limp, and hers followed suit. Her full breasts, so large I could easily grasp them, gave me the feeling of controlling the world. The soft material of her tank top constantly stimulated my palms, tickling and tingling. Her tender tongue was exploring my mouth, curious why the "python" inside hadn't moved for so long. I was going to surprise her, like lovers in the throes of passion, kissing her before she could even finish speaking. With lightning speed, I seized her pink tongue. She playfully punched my shoulder, and I took the opportunity to slip my hand inside her tank top, grasping her soft yet firm breasts, plunging her into a new, irresistible abyss of sin. Now, I would transform into the most wicked angel to rescue this sexy beauty who had been struggling in the sea of desire for so long.

Her whole body was burning hot, her mouth was dry, her nipples were erect, exposed to the air. Her skirt fluttered, her labia were exposed to the air, and the cool breeze intoxicated her. I rubbed my fingers against her vulva, and she let out an incredibly seductive moan. My thumb gently pressed against her clitoris, and she hugged my head, pulling it up with her arms, making her moans clearer and more visibly real. I inserted my middle and ring fingers without reservation, finding them incredibly slippery and pleasurable. My long, slender fingers, which I could be proud of as a man, were now putting to maximum use. The tight, strong flesh enveloped my fingers, and this sudden fullness and incredibly lubricating moisture made me feel as if I were in heaven, surrounded by the fragrance of ripening rice paddies. She was pleading, pleading that my long, slender fingers wouldn't be truly wicked, wouldn't remain motionless like they were being stared at by a snake, but rather like a valiant warrior, never stopping until they died on the battlefield. The thick muscles in my arms tensed up at that moment. Since it was so slippery, I shouldn't waste it. The G-spot, so familiar to me, was like a perfect image in my mind, like the periodic table I'd memorized. My middle and ring fingers, with their powerful pads, relentlessly stimulated it, causing her love juices to overflow like a tidal wave. Her honeypot was truly overflowing, a veritable ocean.

Then, her hands, as beautiful as Liu Qian's reflection in a mirror, mysteriously appeared. Her white nails, truly slender and delicate, grasped my erection, slowly stroking it up and down. Damn it! I couldn't resist this move. My breathing quickened, my foreskin throbbed restlessly beneath the glans, and her jade-like fingers twirled the groove. I wanted it, I wanted this woman, I wanted this slut, I wanted to devour her. I lay back on the chair, the soft, luxurious fur making my anus tighten with pleasure—an unparalleled sensation. She swallowed my penis whole; the exposed pillar was thoroughly digested. Watching her powerful, slender waist twist and turn in the air, her perfect labia working so diligently and painstakingly, I knew my mind could no longer process such violent images. I had truly become a bloodthirsty soldier, ready for an unstoppable slaughter. My own hips began to thrust wildly, my penis slamming against flesh, the sounds echoing in my very soul, creating the most beautiful symphony across this vast land, under a sky full of stars.

I wanted her; the thrusting felt so good, so smooth—it was truly only smooth to describe it. Her little mouth was so tight…it was indescribable. At that moment, the chirping of crickets ceased, the crying of babies stopped, even the rustling of bamboo leaves disappeared. Only our two most private parts remained, intensely intertwined, colliding, climaxing, and reveling. The look of desire on her face, a mixture of longing and despair, was my greatest encouragement. She hadn't felt this satisfied in so long, because we had been separated for a long enough time to build up our desires into a vast ocean, and today, we were together stirring up that ocean! She frowned, her breath sweet as orchids, and said, "A little harder." This was the clarion call of war, the clarion call of the final assault, the clarion call of a thousand armies about to cross the great river, like a burst dam, surging forth despite the wailing across the land. And this wasn't just wailing; it was the most beautiful and joyful groan of time. I could no longer control my surging emotions; my soul dominated my body, my lust overcame my reason. I only wanted to possess her completely. I roughly kneaded her breasts, then roamed her back like scraping gold. I wanted to bite off her nipples, to suckle her softness. My lower body felt like it was about to explode; the temperature inside her was higher than the sun's core, threatening to melt me, and I wanted to shatter her too. All

was silent. We embraced tightly. The stars filled the sky, and the profuse sweat was undoubtedly the greatest reward for the gentle breeze.

[The End]

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