Have you ever been a pervert?

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Newlyweds
. The car stopped in front of a motel. I placed my hands on the steering wheel, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.
"Are you alright?" She turned to look at me, then took off her white veil and carelessly held it close to my face, wiping away the sweat that had accumulated at the wedding banquet. I didn't answer her.
"Honestly, like this on the first day, what are we going to do for our round-the-island trip?" Seeing that I didn't respond, she tried to smooth things over with some irrelevant words.
I understood her dissatisfaction. Thinking about how our first day of new life had turned out, I felt a little sorry for her. After all, no matter what my condition was, it was better not to let my emotions affect her.
I suddenly hugged her waist, pulled her close, and tried to kiss her. "No, that was so embarrassing," she said, laughing as she pushed me away when she saw I seemed to have recovered.
"Beep! Beep!" A car behind us honked impatiently. I quickly pulled over. "See, you're so playful," she smiled, pursing her lips.
I took my luggage from the back of the car, and then she took my arm, and we went upstairs together. "Are you really alright?" she asked gently. "I'm too tired today. I'll take a shower and go to sleep. Don't think too much." I
had just played a racing game with my college buddies, and it was a struggle to get rid of them so they wouldn't bother us anymore. Plus, I had been forced to drink some beer beforehand, which left me with a jumbled mess of thoughts and a terrible headache.
"How can I do that? I've wasted several thousand gold coins." I thought of the old saying, "A moment is worth a thousand pieces of gold."
"Luckily, we're not in a regular hotel lobby, or people would misunderstand who we are." Her furrowed brows were quite adorable. "You, don't say such unladylike things in the future, or I'll get angry." "Is
this okay?" She quickly changed the subject. "Weren't we planning to stay overnight at that hotel on the west coast?"
"Don't be silly, do you want my friends to be third wheels for the next few days?" I winked at her. "Hehehe, I can't fool my best friends without using a little trick." "Oh...
I've been fooled by you too." She suddenly burst out laughing, then after a while, "But then Mom and Dad won't be able to contact us, right?"
"Don't worry, they'll just make a call." I turned to her, smiling gently, exuding a confident "everything is under control" aura. Stepping into the room, the atmosphere suddenly shifted subtly.
First, we frantically unpacked, then showered. After finishing all the trivial things, neither of us spoke, unlike when we were courting each other. I sat at the foot of the bed, she at the head.
Xiao Chen had told me that on the first time, girls usually come out in a bathrobe after showering, then there's kissing, caressing, and then... But why is she wearing her new clothes for tomorrow's trip?
Her head was lowered, and after a long while, she asked, "Aren't you going to shower?" "I..." I suddenly looked up at her, stammering.
She understood what I wanted, but blushed again and lowered her head once more. "No, I have to show my manliness," I thought fiercely.
Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her onto the bed, then sealed her lips with mine.
Her body was incredibly soft and tender, especially since she offered no resistance whatsoever, highlighting her fragility and making her all the more endearing. With a nervous and uneasy heart, I kissed her roughly.
I opened my eyes and saw her with her eyes closed, her pretty face flushed, enjoying the intimacy of the kiss. For some reason, I stopped. After a while, knowing I had stopped, she opened her eyes and gazed at me. The moment
our eyes met, I immediately got up and sat back down. What should I do? I couldn't even bring myself to kiss her, something we used to do often. How could the rest of the story unfold? Damn it, why am I such a coward?
After a while, I mustered my courage again and, using the same method, pinned her down. But this time, I didn't dare look into her eyes.
Instead, I buried my face in her chest, wanting to feel its intoxicating softness and breathe in its intoxicating fragrance.
My head was buried in her chest, but after a while, I suddenly lost my courage and, as usual, got up and retreated to my previous position. She got up and sat back down, pulling her clothes, which I had messed up, tighter.
Strange, when we were boyfriend and girlfriend, didn't I really want to have sex with her? Why am I so afraid now? I bit my lower lip tightly, realizing that my mouth was dry after all that. "It's...
it's okay," she said, seeing my helplessness, and suddenly tried to encourage me. Suddenly, we stared at each other for a moment, our thirsty lips drawing closer, our tongues entwining in a frenzied dance, our
bodies entangled in a daze. Perhaps my passionate kiss left her breathless, for during the two-minute kiss, she pushed me away and pulled back to the side.
But she glanced back at me, then lowered her head. Her hesitant, flustered expression seemed to say that pushing me away wasn't because she disliked me, but because I was making her breathless, yet also as if she
feared losing her composure and being misunderstood. She was so understanding. Yes, that was it—that gesture! My inner turmoil had been subtly resolved!
I reached out and embraced her from behind, then slipped my hands inside her shirt, cupping her breasts, my fingers deftly pinching her nipples.
Gradually, I felt it harden, and then my left hand moved down, inside her long silk skirt, inside her lace panties. I discovered that her genitals were covered in hair. I stopped exploring and caressed her labia with my index and middle fingers.
She opened her mouth slightly and moaned softly. I took the opportunity to kiss her, teasing her tongue with my tongue and sucking on it with my lips. Soon, my right hand tore open her clothes, revealing
her breasts. She had a slender waist, fair skin, and slightly full breasts, which dazzled me. I gradually lost control, picked her up, and placed her on the bed, making her lie flat.
Two small mounds stood on her snow-white body, with two pink nipples. My hand moved to her lower body, slipping inside her silk skirt to gently caress her. I
pulled down the hem of her skirt,
revealing her lace panties. A tuft of glossy black pubic hair clung to the top of her smooth, firm thighs, partially obscuring her vulva. My hand roamed over her entire body, finally settling on her genitals, playing with her pubic hair like curled strands of hair. My penis didn't want to stay hidden in my pants. It wanted to penetrate her vagina, rubbing against her walls with a ravaging force.
I removed her clothes and gently stroked her face. I whispered in her ear, "I want to make love to you wildly and intensely." Hearing this, she blushed, her allure accentuated.
She said, trembling slightly, "I'm so afraid of pain. I've heard that the first time you have sex is very painful..." I kissed her nose, turned around and sat on the edge of the bed. She propped herself up and helped me take off my clothes.
After undressing, my long-erect penis stood before her like a pillar. Her chest pressed against my back, her hands rapidly stroking my chest as she said, "I love you, I love you so much..."
I felt two mounds of flesh pressing against my back, with hard nipples inside. I turned to kiss her, then lay down beside her. I slipped my hands between her legs, slowly spreading them apart, shifting my position to be between
them. There was dark pubic hair at the point where her legs crossed; as the angle increased, I could even see her hymen. She trembled and said, "Today I'm yours, you can't betray me..."
Without hesitation, my penis thrust into her. She let out a muffled moan... I instinctively felt the barrier of her hymen, but a moment later, I broke through it.
The vaginal opening was a bit narrow. After entering, I didn't rush to thrust or rub. I just felt my penis warm up, and then, a
slippery, sticky sensation began. I adjusted my position slightly, gripping her thighs with both hands, our lower bodies already joined together.
I looked at her; her hands were clenched tightly against her chest, her eyes closed. From my hands and her penis inside her, I could feel her trembling with tension. I looked down and saw some dark red beads of blood in our pubic hair.
It was from when her hymen ruptured and flowed from her vaginal opening; she was still a virgin. I thrust my penis forward, and she let out a moan, gripping the sheets tightly, opening her mouth wide, and emitting a soft cry.
I withdrew, then thrust in again, then withdrew again, then went deeper... repeating this over and over. My glans felt waves of pleasure, like climbing a mountain, rising higher and higher. Her mouth grew larger with each thrust, her cries more exaggerated.
I reached forward and grasped her breasts, her legs, out of control, clamped around my waist like clamps. I thrust wildly
, kneading her breasts vigorously, then leaned down and, in a daze of passion, kissed her lips. She, too, became unrestrained, sucking hard on my tongue. I increased my thrusts, the bed shaking violently. I counted:
"Hoo... 234, 235, 236... Ah..." A moment later, she called out incoherently, "No more... It hurts... It hurts... Let's not... make love
... please..." I didn't respond, pushing harder. After about ten thrusts, amidst her frantic moans, I slowed my pace and withdrew my penis from her.
We breathed heavily, her chest heaving, her breasts rising and falling enticingly. I crawled forward, grasping her left breast with both hands, lowering my head to suckle the nipple, gently biting it, or licking it with the tip of my tongue. I
opened my mouth wide, wanting to swallow the entire breast. I pressed my right knee forward, against her mons pubis. After a long while, I straightened up, smiling at her. She looked back at me, slightly annoyed, and said, "I never want to have sex again,
you hurt me so much..." I leaned closer and said, "How about I massage you..." She blushed, and before she could reply, my lips were on hers, my tongue exploring.
I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. I grabbed the showerhead and rinsed myself with warm water, then used my hands to shield her from the water, letting it flow slowly over her inner thighs. She asked me, somewhat confused, what I was doing. I replied,
"I want to fuck you!" She glared at me and said, "You're so annoying!" I hung up the shower and let the warm water wash over us. I spread her legs apart with both hands again, lowered myself, and placed my tongue on
the inside of her vagina, which I had spread open with my index fingers. She didn't even protest; she just kept panting. I licked the love fluid secreted from her vagina; it was a little astringent.
I pursed my lips and sucked on her love fluid. I knew it would make her feel very itchy, but she still just panted. My mouth moved away from her mons pubis, and my lips covered
the inside of her left thigh, then moved to the vaginal opening, then back to the inside of her left thigh, moving left and right several times like eating a watermelon. Then I opened my mouth and gently bit her labia, taking a few clumps of pubic hair into my mouth. She said,
"Why are you doing this? I'm so embarrassed." She tried to pull away, but I casually moved to her pubic hairy triangle, kissing her abdomen and breasts. I gently nibbled on
every inch of her skin, suckling her right breast while kneading her left with my left hand, finally stopping at her cleavage. I rested my head on her left breast, inhaling her fragrance. We looked at each other, sometimes intertwining our tongues, licking and touching, as if time stood still.
I nestled in her arms, my erect penis still hard, my whole body still burning. After about ten minutes, she took a deep breath and said, "If I get pregnant, then you'll be the father."
She laughed brightly. She was beautiful, but even more so, adorable. I looked up and saw her radiant beauty, which aroused me greatly. Pointing to my erect penis, I said, "Yeah, right! I haven't ejaculated yet..."
I then made a move to penetrate her. She seemed to want to protest, but I didn't give her a chance, sealing her lips with a passionate kiss.
We lay on our sides on the floor. I placed my right leg between her legs, propped myself up slightly, and pushed my hips forward, my penis entering her again
. I pushed my body towards her, pressing down on her. I pulled away from her lips, and she slowly opened her eyes, still wanting more. I looked at her. She sighed, nodded slightly, and said, "You have to...
be gentle with me, don't be too rough..." Then she closed her captivating eyes again. I placed my palms on either side of her, and thrust my hips against her. My penis slid smoothly into her wet, slippery vagina,
the head of my penis rubbing against her vaginal walls. With each thrust, my body felt like it was galloping across a plain. I gradually increased the force, faster and faster. Her head tilted to one side, her hands gripping my neck.
With each thrust, her breasts trembled, as soft as tofu. I felt excited, sweat dripping from my shoulders. Just then, she, who had been pinned to the floor, rolled over and switched places with me.
She straightened up and sat on my genitals, placing her hands on my abdomen. She pushed forward slightly, then curled up and lowered her head, seemingly
unable to bear my penis. She pushed forward a few times with her lower body, beads of sweat dripping from the tips of her breasts, while her long, soaked hair brushed against my cheek.
My heart raced, and I began to thrust my penis upwards. She seemed to be riding a wild horse, bouncing up and down, but this "horse" could enter her body and be controlled to please her.
After a few times, I didn't feel any pleasure. I frantically got up and pressed her to the floor again. I grabbed her slender waist with both hands, and thrust my penis into her,
penetrate her, and stab her. After dozens of back-and-forth rubbing, she probably reached orgasm. Sometimes she moaned, sometimes she screamed.
Finally, she calmed down, and her hands slid off my neck and fell onto her breasts, which were swaying up and down. Her facial expression was so peaceful and beautiful. Her moans, my panting, and the sweat glistening between us;
the shaking of the bed, and her undulating breasts, moving rhythmically with my penis entering and exiting her vagina—all these, under my control, created
the most primal melody, gradually bringing me to orgasm. I began to find it difficult to continue inside her, then I thrust forward with all my might, gasping sharply.
At that moment, an indescribable feeling of pleasure erupted within our heated bodies, and I felt my semen spurt from my penis.
Millions of sperm rushed into my uterus, my testicles, vas deferens, and urethra twitching intermittently beneath my scrotum. The world seemed to cease to exist except for her naked, alluring figure, the waves of pleasure and excitement that followed our intercourse.
Suddenly, I felt a chill, and with a sense of utter relief, I collapsed onto her soft breasts...

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