Love Before Leaving

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About six months into my job, my increased contact with **Ming made me fall in love with this colleague. I would come to her every night shift to watch movies, chat, and joke around, but for some reason, a faint sadness always lingered. It was another night shift, and we were both staring blankly at the movie playing on the computer. Years later, I still can't remember what movie we watched that night.

"Can you stay?"

I asked, looking at her. It was the end of the year, and her parents planned for her to work in Beijing and get married to her boyfriend within six months, meaning she would have to quit her job here.

"No,"

she said, her head bowed, her voice barely audible. She didn't dare look at my face; her long, curly hair obscured her features. I reached out and brushed her hair aside, looking into her eyes. I knew why; my heart ached. I knew I couldn't keep her. She had a boyfriend, and they were still seeing each other. We stared at each other, and I felt my vision blur. Something fell onto the back of my hand, cool to the touch. She cried too, hugging me tightly, and whispered in my ear:

"Tonight I am yours." Those tear-filled eyes were so captivating, so heartbreaking. I kissed her lips deeply, the salty tears flowing into my mouth. I gently held her thin lips, my tongue searching for the deliciousness in her mouth. Our tongues intertwined, inseparable, inseparable. After a deep, passionate kiss, our eyes met, and I pulled her onto my lap. She faced me, straddling my thighs. I held her slender waist, which, already quite delicate, appeared even more alluring. I removed her white coat; the fluffy sweater exuded her unique fragrance. I held my departing lover tightly, burying my head between her not-so-full breasts, savoring a moment of tenderness. I looked up, tears still on my face, and jokingly said:

"Eat more papaya in the future, otherwise these two little bunnies are too small," I said to her with a smile. She was amused by this sudden remark and laughed, a beautiful laugh, but in an instant she cried even harder, sobbing and burying her head on my shoulder. I felt her hands slip inside my clothes, stroking my back. I could feel those cool, delicate hands passing over every inch of my skin, sending a jolt through me, and my lower body involuntarily hardened. Her hands stopped stroking my back.

"What's wrong?" I asked her softly.

"You...you down there...that..." she stammered, not daring to look at me. I straightened her body, brushed aside her beautiful long hair, and cradled her face that captivated me, making her even more beautiful, and causing me an even more suffocating heartache.

"Are you sure about your decision?" I looked at her and asked seriously. She didn't answer, but kissed my lips immediately. I felt it was a giving, a passionate, unwavering kiss. I hugged her waist tightly, slowly rubbing our genitals together. My hands slipped inside her sweater, caressing her smooth back. Occasionally, one hand would gently push open her bra, grasping a delicate, small breast. Though not full, it was incredibly smooth. I reached out and took off her sweater. I pulled the hem of the sweater up to her shoulders, and she cooperated by raising both arms. As the sweater came off her head, a head of soft, light yellow hair cascaded down, flowing past her ears, washing over her shoulders, and swaying back and forth on her breasts. She took off her bra herself. Her flushed face and slightly shy eyes were the best aphrodisiac. I quickly took off my shirt, and we hugged tightly. I slowly rubbed my chest against her delicate breasts. Soon, I felt her nipples harden, pink and tender.

I gently stroked her waist with both hands, slowly moving downwards, reaching inside her pants to caress her firm, pert buttocks. My fingertips occasionally brushed against her buttock crease. Her breathing began to quicken, and she looked at me with hazy eyes. I unbuttoned her jeans, and to make it easier to take them off, she got off my lap and stood up. I slowly pulled off her jeans, leaving her in only her light pink panties, with a small wet patch in the center. I also unbuttoned my own pants, allowing my hard penis to be released.

She looked at my penis, gently squatted down, and lightly grasped it with her right hand. She looked up at me, her voice beautiful yet sorrowful, and said, "My boyfriend and I have never done this, but I'll do it for you." A tear silently slid down her cheek. Then, her cool little hands began to stroke my penis up and down. The feeling was blissful and exciting. She then lowered her head and took my entire penis into her mouth, sucking on it like a starving person suddenly finding food. She licked it vigorously and frantically, a strong pleasure washing over me. I lifted her head and said to her with heartache, "Ming, you don't have to do this..." I saw determination in her eyes: "I like doing these things for you. I want you to be happy, I want you to remember me." I didn't stop her. She used her tongue to lick my penis from base to tip, back and forth, up and down. I could feel her tongue tracing my penis, from bottom to top, licking the glans, crossing the coronal sulcus, and then gently pressing and grinding at the urethral opening. The feeling was incredibly tender, almost ecstatic. The friction brought waves of tingling pleasure. It made me feel dizzy. After a few deep throats, I pulled her up and gestured for her to sit on my lap. She gently removed her only underwear, took a step forward, and carefully sat on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. My penis was erect and throbbing, the head occasionally touching her vulva. I looked at her expectant eyes; "I'm going to come in, okay?" I looked at her; she nodded vigorously, her beautiful hair cascading over my shoulders, its fragrance lingering. I straightened her waist, my lower body... With a slight thrust, my glans smoothly entered her vaginal opening. I saw her breathing quicken, her entire body tense. I pushed my penis in little by little, gradually feeling the coolness of the vaginal opening turn into the warmth of the vaginal interior. Finally, when it was fully inserted, the entire vaginal wall tightly gripped my penis. Waves of spasms made me feel waves of pleasure surging up my lower body. I took a deep breath, held back my ejaculation, and continued to thrust until I felt the cervix. She held my shoulders tightly, breathing heavily. I asked with concern,

"Are you alright?" I inserted my entire penis into her body, but didn't start thrusting. She smiled shyly, buried her head in my chest, and whispered,

"I...I'm...good...your...that...is...so big." Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. This behavior excited me immensely. I began to slowly thrust in and out, my hands supporting her slender waist, gently in and out, slow but deep, each time reaching the deepest point. I thrust slowly, and she gently moaned in rhythm with me. My penis gently pushed against the flesh inside her vagina, and she pushed her lower body forward to meet my thrusts, occasionally contracting her vaginal muscles, making me feel my penis being squeezed. Warm love juice surrounded my penis with each thrust, and the flesh inside her vagina felt like countless tiny hands caressing the root that brought them pleasure. Gradually, more love juice flowed down my thighs and between her buttocks. I quickened my thrusting pace. Because she was so thin, it was easy to lift her, and there was more space for movement below. The impact of our genitals made a slapping sound. Hearing this sound, she buried her head deeper into my shoulder. I didn't know if it was from excitement or shyness, but I liked it. I thrust harder, and we were both soaked. Love juice clung to every pubic hair, glistening. The airflow from the back-and-forth movement made our point of contact feel cool. As we reached our climax, she began to feel a little dazed. She was in a semi-conscious state, her initial reserve gradually fading, and her moans growing louder. Her hands began to caress my back, and she deftly swept her messy hair aside with one hand, letting it fall to one side of her shoulder. Her delicate, small breasts came into view. "Ah~~~~~~ Ah~~~~~~~ Hmm~~~~~~~~~" She began to express and release herself without reservation, thrusting in and out, wanting to keep thrusting forever, to leave herself forever in the body of her lover whom she was about to lose. Love fluids splattered, and vaginal fluids flowed. I don't know how many times we did it, or how long we did it. A large patch of water between our legs was already soaked.

"I'm...going...to...come...I...really...!" I held her burning body, riding her wildly, making my final sprint, thrusting desperately, thrusting as deep as possible, to the very depths of her body, wanting to brand it into my heart, to penetrate her entire body. Each time, I thrust to her cervix, letting her cervix and my glans kiss deeply, then withdrawing, my thick glans pulling her beautiful pink labia outwards, then I thrust in fully, sending her pink lips back into her vagina.

"Ming, let's change positions, come on." I picked her up, had her support herself on the table with her hands, her little buttocks raised. She understood what I meant, deliberately lowering her upper body, sticking out her buttocks. Her already slender figure was incredibly alluring in this position. I kneaded her buttocks from behind, aimed at her vaginal opening, and thrust in.

"Ah~~~~~~~Ugh~~~~~~" The intense impact also greatly stimulated her. I leaned down and looked at her round, pear-shaped buttocks, thrusting my penis in and out between them, pushing and pounding violently. Waves of flesh from her buttocks rippled down her waist. I stroked her waist as it gradually thinned, then moved to her abdomen, touching her sexy navel, and then down, caressing her lush pubic hair. Further down, I found her clitoris, the cute little fleshy mound just like her usual mischievous smile. I really wanted to gently pinch that little fleshy mound a few times, caressing it. "Ah~~~~Slower~~~~, too sensitive,~~~~I~~~~I can't~~~~~Ah!" She groaned in pain. She turned around, leaned against the table, and accepted my thrusting from the front again. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I held her waist, and another round of violent thrusting ensued. Our pubic bones collided violently, causing excruciating pain.

"I~~~ Ah~~~~~ I~~~~ I'm coming~~~~~~~~!" We hugged each other tightly, and I felt her body spasm. I had never felt her hug me so tightly before. The head of my penis in her vagina received the climax of vaginal fluid. The feeling was like the floodgates of all emotions were opened. It was a mix of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty, indescribable. A tingling sensation spread throughout my body. I felt a soreness in my lower back, and a lightning bolt shot through my neck and back. I held her buttocks tightly, my penis thrusting hard, straight at the cervix. With a spasm, a thick stream of semen gushed out, filling her entire body. My limp penis slowly withdrew from her vagina. We kissed deeply, kissed deeply for a long time. I don't know how long we kissed. The semen inside her body quietly flowed down, running down her fair thighs to her ankles. She gently wiped herself with her tiny panties, crumpled them into a ball, and held them up to me:

"Remember...me..." We couldn't see each other's faces clearly, and tears streamed down our faces uncontrollably. I held her as we slept that night. A few days later, she left the city. I haven't seen her since, but that pink panty stained with semen has remained hidden in my locker at work.

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