My online friend, Fish

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I'm nearly forty. Although I still enjoy browsing novels and pictures online, I rarely chat online. Firstly, my energy is limited, and secondly, my typing speed isn't fast. Besides these two reasons, I'll explain them in my next installment, "The Love Story of Lang Ge," a special love during a special period—the eternal "Cactus."

Once, I was on a business trip in Shijiazhuang. Bored at night, I registered a username called "Lang Ge" on Sohu QQ (I use this name on most other websites now). Within a few days, a group of beautiful girls added me as a friend.

Most of these girls were young, with very few over twenty. Two people left the deepest impression on me during my interactions with them: one named "Fish," and the other "Cactus."

My online friend, "Fish,"

was called "Fish" online. We met in the virtual world of the internet. After several conversations, we became close friends. Some time ago, she suddenly told me she was coming to Beijing on a business trip and asked me to pick her up at the airport.

Fish, she arrived. She stood at the airport exit, wearing a deep red sleeveless dress and carrying a small white handbag, gracefully waiting for me at the exit gate. I recognized her immediately; she looked almost exactly like in the photos.

I hailed a taxi and went straight to the hotel, booking a standard room. It was almost five o'clock, so I took her to Beihai Park and Jingshan Park for a stroll, and then we had dinner out. It was during dinner that I learned she wasn't on a business trip. She had come out to relax.

After dinner, as the city lights began to twinkle, we strolled along Chang'an Avenue. The night in Beijing was a river of lights, an ocean of brilliance. Walking so intimately side-by-side with a woman I had just met for the first time, my heart fluttered.

We walked side-by-side, admiring the neon lights lining the streets, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "Beijing is so beautiful!"

"Let's sit in Huangchenggen Park," I suggested.

"Okay," she agreed.

We sat down at a cold drink stall. I ordered a beer and a Coke for her.

I raised my glass and said, "We're destined to meet. Today, I'm offering you a toast."

She smiled gently, picked up her teacup, and said, "A toast to meeting you, my dear brother." Her eyes, so tender and sparkling, were exceptionally charming and captivating. I was mesmerized.

She noticed me staring at her eyes, and shyly lowered her head, whispering, "Don't look at me like that."

I smiled sheepishly, "Your eyes are so captivating, so full of tenderness."

She didn't say anything, but slowly raised her head, her eyes like autumn waves, meeting my gaze with tender affection, her eyes never leaving me.

Overcoming the barriers of time and space, traversing countless days and nights of longing, space vanished, time stood still, and we gazed at each other for a long, long time.

We leaned against each other quietly, surrounded by couples whispering sweet nothings. I watched her speak, her eyes captivated by the tranquility, enjoying her voice, as if a warm current flowed gently through my heart. Suddenly, a woman approached her, her clothes tattered, her dry hand outstretched in a pleading manner, a truly unsightly sight.

Just as I was about to harshly scold her and tell her to leave, Yu'er took a coin from her purse and placed it in the old woman's palm. The old woman thanked her profusely.

"How could you be so kind?"

"I thought she looked pitiful," Yu'er said casually.

I felt a pang of shame; what a kind woman! Yu'er finished her cola and ordered a glass of draft beer. Half a glass of beer slowly and silently flowed into her stomach, a blush spreading across her cheeks. She told me about her family; her former husband was a handsome man from a poor family, but seeing his eloquence and shrewdness, she married him against her family's wishes.

When we got married, I only knew he was an engineer in a factory. Only after marriage did I discover he was lazy, extremely concerned with appearances, had many friends, and insisted on smoking and drinking expensive cigarettes.

"He's very eloquent; he can talk a good game about anything. He complained about his low salary and dragged me into a business. I initially disagreed, wanting a comfortable life, not rich, but not poor either. But he seemed possessed; he insisted on quitting his job and dragged me into the business, going to Guangzhou to sell cosmetics. He knew nothing about it and was easily swindled out of 200,000 yuan. He wasn't giving up; he wanted to continue the business, incurring a huge debt, and then demanded I borrow money to pay it off. A man who can't shoulder the responsibilities of a family and can't support his wife had no choice but to agree to a divorce."

The business world is full of fraud, intrigue, and traps. They naively rushed in, without any precautions, believing the world was full of love, only to be shattered the moment they took their first step.

Yu'er's words struck me deeply; it was so unfair to her. Her fate was already sealed; what could I say? I could only listen to her and offer a few words of comfort now and then.

Time flew by, and it was already 11 p.m. We reluctantly left the charming and tranquil Huangchenggen Park and took a car back to the hotel.

I opened the car door and helped her out. Just as I was about to say goodbye, she pulled me into the hotel. Faced with the alluring Yu'er, I felt a mixture of reluctance and attraction, but my heart followed her to the room.

In the hotel, I prepared hot water for Yu'er and said, "You're tired, take a shower. Sweet dreams." She lay on the bed without saying a word. I said again, "Go take a shower."

She nodded. When she came back from her shower and lay on the bed, I was really ready to say goodbye. I said, "I'm leaving. Tomorrow we're going to the Great Wall and the Thirteen Ridges. I'll pick you up at 8 a.m. Sweet dreams."

She shook her head and whispered, "I can't sleep. Stay with me a little longer."

I looked at her and gently kissed her cheek. She hugged me tightly and kissed my lips. I returned the kiss passionately, our tongues intertwining and swirling. I savored the sweet taste of her tongue, sucking her fresh saliva into my body. My thoughts were in turmoil. Should I stay or leave? She really wanted me to stay, but what would happen? I didn't know. If I left, how could I go? I couldn't bear to leave her.

In the dim light, I still held her tightly, kissing her forehead, her eyes, her face, and finally, my kisses landed on her warm lips. She pressed her entire body against me, her beautiful lips, her eyes that captivated me—this was the woman I had longed for day and night. Faced with her feverish face and her murmured calls, my thoughts began to crumble.

She lay on the bed, the snow-white sheets highlighting her graceful figure. Her eyes, like autumn water, held a hint of expectation, a trust. I stood before her, my resolve wavering, and said, "Sweet dreams, I'll come tomorrow morning." But I didn't move an inch.

She shook her head again, "I can't sleep," holding my hand tightly.

She pulled me to sit on the bed. I lit a cigarette, looking at her, and she looked at me. I didn't know what to say to her, my eyes fixed on her tender, loving gaze, yet we remained silent. She reached out and wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me down onto her, pressing me against her, and kissing me. I held her burning body tightly, kissing her deeply, our bodies entwined.

She was already panting heavily, moaning incessantly. She was ablaze with desire, her body burning hot, melting like a snowman in the warm sunlight. Fish excitedly straightened up, reached behind her back, and unhooked her bra, tossing it aside.

My mind was a blur of confusion and clarity; she had unhooked her bra! It was a dreamlike hint, a deeper seduction. I could no longer control my desire for her; my frenzied emotions overwhelmed my fragile reason, like a flood crashing down the castle of pretense. Lust burned within me, and without thinking, I pulled up her dress, revealing a pair of full, firm breasts that flashed before my eyes like lightning, striking every nerve.

At that moment, I had no time to savor the moment. I plunged in, tenderly caressing her full, warm breasts, then passionately kissing them, kissing one like a madman, then quickly kissing the other, kissing from the bottom of the breast to the nipple, kissing both breasts incessantly! A long, long time passed before I came to my senses. I began to gently kiss and lick one breast, while my other hand gently caressed the erect nipple.

Her whole body trembled. As I gently kissed her nipple, I looked up at her. She watched my kiss intently. Each time she sucked on her nipple, her head would tilt back uneasily, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, letting out a soft "oh."

Her moans seemed to encourage me. I continued to suckle her nipple repeatedly. She could no longer bear my kisses; her head shook even more violently, and she said very softly and indistinctly, "No, no..."

I didn't understand what she meant. Why didn't she want to? I looked up hesitantly at the fish in my arms, noticing the vibrant flush on her face and beautiful chest. She reached out and embraced me, kissing my lips and slipping her warm, moist tongue into my mouth. We shared a deep, long kiss! Only

then did I begin to realize what was happening. I pulled away from her lips and lowered my head to kiss her full breasts, kissing them heavily and repeatedly, until she could hardly bear it, feeling a sweet torment and a pleasurable excitement.

Her head shook even faster, and she mumbled, "No, no..." I understood the passionate reaction to kissing her breasts, so I ignored her cries and continued my work diligently.

In her excitement, she frantically pulled off her underwear, then her dress, revealing her beautiful, youthful body completely before me. Although the room lights were off, the dim light projected by the corridor lights still illuminated her curvaceous female figure, which struck me like lightning. An irresistible charm overwhelmed me, and I pounced on her like a wild beast, wrapping my arms around her neck, holding her tightly, kissing her, and caressing her smooth flesh, from her neck, breasts, abdomen, all the way to that mysterious, sacred valley. Her

fertile, tender land was already a vast, moist expanse, so soft, so warm and wet! I gently and continuously caressed her there, sinking deeper and deeper, then sliding upwards.

She shook her head excitedly, pleading, "No, no..." Her hands trembled and swayed from side to side, as if helpless, yet also yearning with unbearable passion... I could no longer restrain myself; my whole body tensed, flustered, and extremely excited. I left her breasts and slowly kissed upwards, until I reached her slightly parted red lips, and upon contact, we quickly and passionately kissed. She was panting, her voice soft and sweet, as she frantically unbuckled my belt. One soft little hand grasped my penis and

began to stroke it. I seized the opportunity and thrust into her exceptionally moist, warm, and tender sacred place. In the instant our bodies joined, my mind went blank, a surge of heat rushed through me, and I held her soft body tightly, thrusting into her hungrily. I felt her accompanying me, intensely responding to my thrusts, her hips swaying.

The devil and the saint within me were locked in a fierce struggle: the saint said no, absolutely not! She's not your confidante, she's your little sister! You like her, but you can't possess her! You want to help her, how can you do something immoral? The devil said yes! You like her, and she likes you too! It's mutual, the love is deep, this is true love!

Fish was completely immersed in extreme excitement. Her legs were bent and wrapped around my waist. I couldn't bear her intense reaction, I couldn't adapt to her passion. I couldn't take it anymore. At that moment, a sliver of conscience in my heart overcame the physical impulse. I hurriedly pulled my burning penis out of Fish's honeyed vagina, shouting,

"No!" I left her body as if escaping for my life, lying motionless on her hot body.

Her hair was scattered on the bed like a black flame, her lower body still twisting powerfully, still immersed in wonderful pleasure. Seeing me suddenly come out, she opened her eyes, her eyes filled with suspicion, and asked softly,

"Don't you like me?"

My head was in a mess. After all, I had done something wrong. I was sorry to her, it was an unforgivable mistake. An absurdity I had never even thought of in my life. I paused for a long time, and sincerely said, "No, I really like you, I like you so much."

She asked, "Then why?" "I broke my vow." I was filled with remorse and self-reproach.

"I'm afraid it might cause a problem," I blurted out in my haste, trying to cover it up.

"I have an IUD."

Fish's words encouraged me, making it impossible for me to escape her love. We continued to caress each other, which made Fish happy. Her breathing grew more rapid and heavy.

I felt exhausted, so I sat up, holding her tightly in my arms, continuing our passionate kiss. Our tongues intertwined, teasing each other, swallowing the sweet, fresh nectar of love.

She trembled with excitement, completely immersed in unprecedented pleasure.

Suddenly, her burning face pressed tightly against my neck, her hands gripping me tightly, her whole body jerking, her buttocks heaving violently, emitting a deafening cry of "Oh...oh..."

It was breathtaking; my whole body stiffened instantly, as if a flame had exploded within her, a devastating, intense orgasm assaulting her, scattering bursts of white light in the darkness… I was instantly at a loss, completely stunned. What had I done wrong? Instinctively, I held her tightly, patting her back like soothing a crying little girl, kissing her lips while patting her back to comfort her.

Her whole body was still throbbing, her chest heaving violently, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck. After a long, long time, she slowly calmed down, nestled peacefully against my chest… All around was quiet, only the peaceful breathing of us after the passion subsided. I got up from the bed, supporting her plump buttocks with my left hand and holding her waist with my right, like holding a beloved work of art, gently placing her on another bed, covering her with a blanket. She nestled her head against my chest, and I gently patted her back. She soon began to breathe evenly, falling asleep peacefully and contentedly.

I lay down beside her, my mind still a jumble of confusion, tension, happiness, and excitement. The intense lovemaking we had just shared lingered, replaying in my mind. My beloved, whom I had longed for day and night, was now skin to skin with me. She was so young and beautiful, so intelligent and quick-witted, so gentle and considerate, so understanding. A chance encounter, and she trusted me so deeply, even offering herself to me. Perhaps it was a predestined fate! How could I not be deeply grateful to her? I spent the night sleepless.

When I groggily awoke, I glanced at the clock; it was only a little past five. I realized I had been holding her all night—naked, young, asleep. I snapped awake, turned to my side, my chest pressed against her back, my right arm around her neck, my left hand gently caressing her breasts, softly kissing her shoulder. She was mine now. The woman I had dreamt of lay beside me. I still couldn't believe it; was it still a dream? I don't know when, but she woke up and turned over.

Looking at her peaceful expression, I said, "You slept very well last night, you'll fall asleep soon."

Yu'er said, "With you beside me, I feel safe and secure, like I have someone to rely on." She then wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. We fell into a deep kiss again. I held her close, caressing her breasts, and she shook her head uneasily, beginning to moan, pleading indistinctly, "No, no..."

I looked at her, stopped, and she kissed my lips again. I reached into her full, soft valley, already overflowing with love juice.

She seemed unable to bear my affections, moaning and begging, "No—no, no—ah..." Her hands frantically pulled down my shorts, stroking my penis, eager to enter.

I entered that soft, warm heart of love again, thrusting and pounding wildly. Our lips met tightly, our bodies pressed together, dancing a beautiful dance of love… This time, I relaxed a little, no longer tense, my thrusts steady and powerful, rhythmically swirling and grinding against her, trying to bring her complete pleasure.

Time seemed to stand still as we continued to revel in the boundless joy of sex. As our desire burned ever brighter, the rhythm of our bodies pounded faster and faster. Fish let out a moan that sounded like both crying and laughing, a soul-stirring sound that seemed to encourage me. The fire within me burned ever brighter, waves of pleasure surging higher and higher, intensifying my rougher movements. With each rapid thrust and rub, Fish drew closer to climax, letting out a faint, almost imperceptible moan from deep within her throat.

Suddenly, she trembled uncontrollably, and I stiffened and trembled along with her, lying motionless on top of her. My erection grew even stronger, my muscles taut to the extreme, and I poured myself into her body like a tidal wave! She convulsed rhythmically, waves of heat gushing from her private parts, her body floating on the peak of pleasure, enjoying the joy of love between a man and a woman… We embraced weakly, smiled at each other, and kissed gently. But I remained inside her burning body, entwined with her.

She was a vibrant young woman, and I wanted to treat her with the same tenderness and care as I would my wife. Thinking this, I suddenly turned around, spread her firm, shapely legs, and couldn't help but bury my head in the base of her rounded thighs, opening my lips to lick and kiss her, my lively tongue exploring her. The love fluid gushing from her hot spring was sweet and fragrant, like nectar, and I swallowed it mouthful by mouthful.

The moment my tongue entered her, her entire body melted away. She had probably never experienced such a kiss before, the electric stimulation hitting her most sensitive spots, her whole body trembling violently. She couldn't bear this unprecedented torment, couldn't withstand my unprecedented flirting. Losing her daytime composure and elegance, her beautiful head swayed excitedly from side to side, she uttered what sounded like a sorrowful moan, her white teeth clenched tightly, her beautiful face radiant with excitement. She tightly embraced me, pressing me into her body, her legs shaking joyfully. The fountain of life gushed forth bursts of milky white love fluid, flowing out, emitting a faint, sweet fragrance, covering her entire buttocks.

So much, so much, it flowed out, smearing my entire face, and still flowing down. I held her delicate buttocks with both hands, catching the love fluid, afraid of leaving it on the sheets. During our first time making love, I had already noticed drops of love fluid, whether mine or hers, dripping onto the snow-white sheets. But so much flowed out, dripping from between my fingers onto the sheets.

I whispered, "Do you have any toilet paper?" She shifted slightly, signaling me to leave for a moment. She quietly got up, retrieved a few sheets, and lay back down.

I gently wiped her there with the toilet paper; it was completely soaked, and I couldn't use it to wipe my face anymore, but I didn't care. I continued to greedily lick and kiss her. She writhed passionately, her lips moving in a helpless whisper, "No, no..." She

truly couldn't bear this torment. Her legs stretched and contracted, opened and closed, her buttocks raised, pressing against my lips, rubbing and swaying. I could only hear her sobbing sighs, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. There, her lower body convulsed, and with a gush of love fluid, a powerful wave of heat erupted from deep within her... She was enjoying the happiest and most joyful moment of being a woman.

When she came down from her climax, she was completely exhausted, drenched in sweat, and lay paralyzed and weak on the bed. She didn't even have the strength to hug me; her limbs were spread out, and she only praised the pleasure I had given her with her beautiful, dazed eyes, her eyes filled with gratitude and overflowing with boundless joy.

I finally stopped, my lips and face covered with her love juice. I turned around and sealed her lips with mine, gently comforting her to calm her climax. The exhaustion after the passion quickly lulled us into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, it was already past seven o'clock. I quickly got up, afraid that someone would see us, and woke her up. She stood up, her entire naked body presented before me. Her young and slender figure, her smooth and healthy body, her well-sized breasts firm and full, her nipples slightly upturned, her flat stomach taut. She quickly put on her bra, panties, sleeveless blouse, and miniskirt. She

placed a small mirror by the window, took out her cosmetics, and stood with her legs apart, preparing to put on makeup. I stood beside her, watching her, finding her more and more adorable, and felt a sense of happiness and enjoyment.

Her eyelashes were exceptionally long, like a doll's, curling upwards high—truly beautiful. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Are they false eyelashes?" She smiled at me, tugged at her eyelashes, and said, "Really."

In just a few minutes, her makeup was complete, and she transformed into a delicate, vibrant, and youthful young woman.

I hurriedly took a taxi to my workplace. I checked what was on my mind, then called my wife to tell her I had to go on an urgent business trip last night and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. When I returned to the hotel, Yu'er was waiting for me at the door.

I asked, "Where would you like to go?"

"Whatever you want, as long as you're happy, I don't care where I go."

I was deeply touched by her gentleness and tried my best to arrange things to her liking: "Let's go climb the Great Wall; the Ming Tombs are there." I accompanied her to explore the scenic spots and historical sites of the Ming Tombs. Only here can one truly appreciate Beijing's rich history, profound culture, and ancient legends.

At the top of the Great Wall, when I told her the story of the beacon fire that amused the feudal lords, she immediately became animated, surprised that the beacon towers had such a story. She exclaimed enthusiastically, "I'm so lucky to be with a guide as knowledgeable as you!"

I quickly replied, "I only know a little bit myself. But I'm blessed to be able to travel to this earthly paradise with such a sweet girl like you; it's fulfilled a dream I've had for many years."

In the afternoon, we walked along the stone-paved corridor by the lake in the Summer Palace, leaning against each other. Through her clothes, I could feel the soft elasticity of her breasts. It had been a long time since my wife's body had been so close to mine; the feeling intoxicated me.

After sitting for a while, I helped her up and said, "Let's go home." She understood and wrapped her arms around my waist. As soon as we sat in the car, her feet started to hurt, and she said, "I'm tired." I also felt quite exhausted, and we hurriedly took the car back to our room before four o'clock.

She hurriedly took off her white high heels; her feet were blistered from the shoes. She was exhausted from walking so much. She lay down on the bed, and soon began to snore softly. She was truly exhausted. Last night we had made love twice, and today she had walked all day. How could she not be tired after all that excitement? Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, I felt comforted. What force had driven her to travel so far to see me? It was fate, it was trust.

She possessed extraordinary charm, the courage to face life's unfairness, and a strong pursuit of happiness. Fate had been so unfair to her. Her former husband was handsome but lacked masculine strength, unable to shoulder the responsibilities to his wife and family. Therefore, he resented her departure, leaving her to bear all the misfortune alone.

I looked at her sleeping soundly; her eyelashes were exceptionally long, curving upwards. She slept so deeply, so sweetly, her eyelashes still curled upwards. Sleep well! I sat on the edge of the bed, smoking and admiring her familiar yet unfamiliar face—a face both alluring and innocent.

It was already past five o'clock, and I gently woke her. She woke from her sweet dream, smiled at me a little shyly, and quickly stood up. I asked, "Out or in the cafeteria?" She said she couldn't walk anymore, so we'd just have a quick meal in the cafeteria and buy some fruit at the supermarket. I asked her, "Are you going out again?" She said no, and neither did I; we just wanted to be alone together.

I'd go after she came back and showered. When I returned, she was wearing a sleeveless dress, while I was only wearing a tank top and shorts, not as well-dressed as I had been the night before. She lay comfortably on the bed, reading a storybook, occasionally letting out a joyful laugh. I sat beside her, feeling content just watching her.

She told me about her current troubles. She said that in a hotel run by the Provincial Department of Transportation, there was a 34-year-old man whose father was a cadre who had come from the south. He wasn't particularly good-looking, but he was extremely shrewd and capable, and had many friends. They met while dancing, and he would ask her to dance every day, call her every day, and invite her to dinner with his guests. In front of his colleagues and guests, he would say that she was his wife.

He proposed to her, saying that he wasn't married. She said, "I'm a divorced woman, that's impossible."

He said, "Why don't you have confidence?" But later she became invested in him again. If she didn't see him for a day, she would feel lost and upset, and she also sensed that he was ignoring her.

I advised her to talk to him as a friend, but she said, "How could that be?"

I said, "There are only two possibilities: it works out, or it doesn't. If you're cold to him, he'll be disappointed and look for other girls. This is an opportunity, showing that he likes you. You're a very likable girl. If you don't talk to him, how will he know what you're thinking? Even if it doesn't work out, it's still better than keeping it bottled up inside."

She said, "That makes sense."

As we talked, it was already past nine o'clock. She winked at me slyly and smiled. I remained still, staring at her, gazing at her beautiful, innocent face. Her eyes glistened with moisture as she deliberately asked,

"What's so interesting about it?" I answered seriously, "You're so beautiful."

She stretched out her hands to me, and I gently kissed her lips. At this moment, she wasn't wearing makeup, revealing her natural beauty. I knew she wanted me, so I turned off the lights, drew back the curtains, and the dim light of the night illuminated her body. She quickly removed her bra and panties, revealing the naked body of the lover I had longed for day and night

—bright, shapely, and translucent, possessing an exquisite beauty. Overwhelmed by passion, I also removed my vest and panties, throwing myself at her. A wave of warmth washed over me, and we kissed passionately… I was no longer as reserved as the night before, relaxing myself and kissing her lips slowly, then deeply and tremblingly. Our tongues danced and intertwined, teasing each other like two happy fish playing and chasing in the water.

I swallowed her sweet, fragrant saliva, and she soon began to breathe rapidly, her beautiful hair cascading over the bed, her eyes slightly closed, her bright red lips parted, her rapid, urgent breathing causing her firm, round, and elastic breasts to tremble.

I lifted her breasts from below, gently stroking her sensitive nipples with my middle finger. The small nipples hardened from the stimulation, looking incredibly tempting. Then I slowly kissed the sensitive nipples, each kiss seeming almost unbearable for her, she pleaded desperately, always letting out a "No!" while watching my kisses.

I continued kissing upwards from under her breasts, all the way to the nipples, deeply kissing and sucking them, sometimes sucking, sometimes lifting both breasts, rubbing my face between them. She was tormented by my ministrations, her hands clutching my head, her voice deep and resonant, softly pleading, "Don't torture me, don't torture me like this, don't..."

She had probably never experienced such love before; her whole body trembled with tension, twisting and turning, one hand frantically stroking my erect penis. She seemed flustered and unable to penetrate. Seeing her impatient state, I couldn't bear to tease her any longer, so I thrust deeply into her tender depths. Instantly, I felt a warm current flow through my entire body. She also began to move passionately, pressing her hands firmly against my buttocks, as if urging me to penetrate her even deeper.

Hot sweat streamed down my face, dripping onto hers. Our joined parts were burning hot, and our entire bodies felt like they were on fire. When I make love with my wife, it's always me who initiates, but I've never experienced her intensity, never felt her passionate love, which brought me to a rapid climax.

My penis pressed against her clitoris, joyfully releasing my energy. She seemed to sense it, trembling violently, emitting that familiar crying sound. Her body throbbed rhythmically, listening to each other's rapid breathing, enjoying each other's spiritual pleasure... She finally calmed down, the comfort and drowsiness after the intensity. I had just closed my eyes when, unexpectedly, she was already fast asleep, breathing evenly, drifting into a sweet dream.

I woke up a little after five, with my beloved lying beside me. Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, I felt completely at ease. Bringing her happiness and joy was enough for me.

I gently kissed her lips; she didn't move. I kissed her face and full breasts again. She still didn't move, so I continued to gently kiss her lips and breasts.

Finally, she opened her beautiful eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering. I touched her breasts, gently stroking her small nipples, and she cupped my face in her hands, bringing our lips together. She especially loved kissing, and during kisses, she would quickly feel a surge of passion, letting out rapid moans.

When I suckled her nipples, she quickly entered a state of frenzied excitement. Each kiss fueled her desire, her body writhing, uttering those magnetic, broken pleas: "Don't torture me...don't do this...don't..." As she moaned, she rapidly stroked my penis, eager to penetrate me.

Her body was already brimming with affection, overflowing with love juices, yearning for her lover's arrival. The two of them instantly joined together, entwined in a passionate embrace, their bodies in perfect harmony.

Her breathing grew increasingly rapid, punctuated by alluring cries, urging me to relentlessly charge within her, overwhelmed by her passion, overwhelmed by her fervor, forgetting the existence of the world, as if only the two of us were chasing each other in a drunken frenzy, floating on air… We continued our relentless rubbing until we were both utterly exhausted, then lay motionless on her even more tender and supple body. After a long while, as we slowly calmed down, I gently brushed my lips against her burning lips and said, "I want to make you happy the French way."

She asked, "What way?" I smiled, "Actually, I already tried it yesterday."

She immediately understood; she had indeed felt the extreme pleasure I brought her. She said,

"Do you and your wife do this too?" I didn't answer, not expecting her to ask such a difficult question.

“Tell me,” she said, seemingly eager to know this wonderful secret, a secret she was experiencing for the first time. I paused slightly and said, “Do it too,” I answered honestly. “What did she say?” she asked, wanting to know if she felt the same way about this French wonder.

“Never heard of it before,” I replied with an idiom. “Never heard of it before?” She giggled, moved by this wonderful shared feeling, laughing from the bottom of her heart. “Who taught you this?” I said I read it in a book, not daring to mention my ex-lover.

“Have you been with someone else?” “No!” I firmly denied, “AIDS, STDs, that would only harm yourself.” She remained silent. I said, “Only love can do this kind of thing.”

She seemed to nod. I turned around, spreading her firm, beautiful thighs, and greedily kissed them. The soft, elastic, and smooth touch excited me, and the faint fragrance made me feel intoxicated.

Unable to resist my love, she moved her hips wildly, her legs stretching and contracting restlessly, her feet bracing against the sheets, raising her buttocks high, twisting incessantly, uttering familiar cries of "No!

No..." One hand frantically stroked me, kissing me as well.

I kissed her relentlessly, exciting and satisfying her. She could no longer bear this unprecedented stimulation, finally clamping her legs together, preventing me from continuing. Her body and soul were as soft as cotton, only her breath coming in short gasps. Suddenly, I had a whim and asked, "I want to see." Without waiting for her reply, I took a clear look, then kissed her passionately again.

She quickly became excited, wriggling her hips, but then she blushed and hurriedly covered her hairy genitals with her hands, clamping her legs together to prevent me from seeing, and said angrily, "No, no." I turned back and kissed her lips again, and we lingered together for a long time. We were both exhausted and soon fell into a sweet dream.

When I woke up, I looked at the clock and it was already 7:10. She was awake, wearing a sleeveless blouse and a miniskirt, which looked very good on her, displaying a youthful and elegant temperament. Then she put on makeup and lipstick, making her look even more charming.

She was leaving. She knew I had escaped to be with her and said, "Go back quickly." We hurriedly ate breakfast and got on the bus to the station. I saw her off, saying a reluctant goodbye. She's gone.

When will we meet again? She's gone. I wish her good luck! Two nights of passion, four times of union, our predestined relationship from a past life! We shared the most beautiful moment of our lives! Am I dreaming? I had no extravagant desires, I only wanted to see her, but now I not only saw her, but I was also able to touch her skin! A young, beautiful, intelligent woman with a proud and charming demeanor will forever remain in my heart.

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