[Desperate Imprisonment] Episode 11: Those Snow-like Foams

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Chapter 11 of 　　*Desperate Imprisonment* : Those Snow-like Bubbles
I've never believed that a man who rapes a woman
will fall in love with him or be moved by him because of the fleeting tenderness during the rape or the feelings that arise during intercourse, especially in this day
and age… That's all just men's wishful thinking.
Like is like. Dislike is dislike.
Disgust is disgust. Contempt is contempt.
In fact, compared to men, girls today are more rational and decisive.
I know that in the eyes of Lulu, this seventeen-year-old beautiful girl, high school student, and junior anchor, before today
I was a fool, a rich kid, a bit of a toad trying to eat swan meat, a country bumpkin, a loser who
could be easily appeased with a sweet "Thank you, Brother Stone." But today I am a rogue, a rapist, an evil thug
, a perverted villain who used violence to imprison and humiliate her… I can see her true thoughts in her evasive, fearful, and even somewhat
submissive eyes.
But now, do I still care about any of that? I no longer care how much Lulu hates me; I even
find it amusing. I don't expect her to forgive me, and I'm certain that once she's out of my control
, she'll do everything in her power to expose me or even destroy me. But no matter what she thinks, at this moment, she can't
destroy me; she can only submit to me, offering her youthful, beautiful body for my pleasure, even being forced to
actively please me. This is her only way to maintain her safety at this moment. I'm immersed in
the excitement of a doomsday carnival, completely ravaging and humiliating this girl's body, enjoying this moment of pleasure.
More importantly, I can see that after being played with by me for almost an hour, on one hand, there's
a sense of despair that "I've already been played with like this," and on the other hand, perhaps it's the instinct for sexual pleasure
mixed with sexual humiliation, assaulting Lulu's fragile inner defenses. I both intimidated and pressured her, giving her a
reason, a way out, to be intimate with me, to let me play with her, to pose, to make lewd gestures,
even to say obscene things, to immerse herself in the pain and stimulation of being "raped," releasing some of her pent-up
girlish desires.
This has nothing to do with "liking," nor even with whether a girl is inherently pure or promiscuous; it's an innate instinct everyone
possesses—the instinct to explore primal desires.
With a wicked sense of amusement, I watched Lulu turn her face away after her orgasm, tears streaming down her face as she suppressed humiliation and disgust
, yet I could clearly see the undisguised intoxication and excitement in her eyes. I simply held the showerhead in one
hand and gently caressed Lulu's labia with the other, letting the three streams of water in "massage mode" wash
over the two white, smooth, and plump labia of Lulu's genitals.
This time, Lulu offered no resistance. She even deliberately crossed her arms behind her back, clasping them
together… letting that last bit of strength control her instinctive resistance born of shame… This
posture, with her hands behind her back, made her already full and high vulva even more erect, making it easier for me to freely play with and
ravage her virginal paradise.
This position was incredibly submissive and incredibly seductive. Combined with Lulu's pure and innocent
aura, it was truly irresistible.
I really loved Lulu's loli-like vulva and honeyed orifice. Her mons pubis was high
and full, with a firm little fleshy pad there. On her delicate pink skin hung
a small tuft of dark pubic hair, like a chicken heart, without extending outwards, yet reminding the observer that this was the girl's last sacred
place, a shameful place to be ashamed of. The area around her labia was smooth, and her labia majora were plump and white. This shape
was like two silkworms wriggling separately, yet merging into one, or like a large apricot that had been split open in the middle
, with the sweet and juicy flesh inside bursting out with fruity fragrance and juice. Inside the labia majora
, a small ring of tender, wrinkled foreskin encircles the labia minora, which are short and inconspicuous. At the very top
, they twist into a "V" shape, and at the inner tip of the "V," a small, bright red clitoris naturally emerges
. Only when I gently part the labia with my fingers
can I see the color of the inner walls of the vagina, which has changed from a pale, slightly wrinkled, pinkish-white to a juicy, delicate, light
pink… It's just a small opening, but it's the true color of a high school girl's vagina, a
light pink that only comes from years of sweet nectar, making one feel as if the inner walls would
shatter or melt with the slightest touch. Lulu has been violated by me for half a day, and she just lost control of her bladder again… Actually, right now, 　　there are faint stains on
the vaginal opening, urethral opening, labia minora , and labia majora.
Although I had spent a long time washing and cleaning her upper body,
there were still some traces and smells of semen, vaginal fluid, sweat, and urine remaining…
Now, under my control, the flowing water continuously washed, pounded, and swirled around Lulu's private
parts, truly feeling as if it were moisturizing and cleansing. All the unpleasant smells and traces were swept away by the powerful streams of water
, and immediately, the shy little juices secreted from her honey hole replenished the moisture, removing the odor and returning
to a sweet fragrance, full of allure, full of vitality, yet also full of the lust of a girl being violated.
Add to that my hands constantly rubbing, teasing, and playing with her labia… I
felt like an artist carefully tending to a newly unearthed work of art.
This little valley was truly a treasure. Although girls always grow up, and their genitals eventually mature
and become more alluring, with a deeper color, Lulu, though already seventeen, can't be considered a true
little girl. However, the purity, smoothness, plumpness, and particularly full shape of her mons pubis and labia majora
truly resembled that of an underage girl. It was a
feeling of not being fully mature, yet also seemingly mature; it seemed like a girl's still-developing private area, yet also ready,
slightly open, allowing men to defile and violate her, to insert their fingers into that white, plump little opening, to obtain this woman's...
To destroy this girl's beauty, to defile her purity, to leave an indelible
stain... How can a man's penis penetrate such a small opening? Although I've heard that a girl's vagina is
one of the most elastic parts of the human body... I still doubt whether Lulu's petite little hole
can withstand the attack of a man's penis.
Lulu, perhaps because she had agreed to my submissive submission, or perhaps realizing that her alluring appearance today was only
for my enjoyment, dared not resist any longer. She slightly parted her legs, letting me wash and play with her beautiful opening, and no longer tried to endure it. Even knowing it was humiliating, 　　she let out a series of intoxicating sobs,
accompanied by the sound of the water, from her cherry-like mouth . 　　I knew she was still afraid of losing her virginity; it was an interesting psychological game between us, so I didn't 　　explore Lulu's vaginal walls too much... My fingers, swirling with warm water, 　　played with Lulu's labia as much as possible. I stroked the lines of Lulu's labia, explored the fleshy pads on Lulu's mons pubis, and 　　parted Lulu's small tuft of pubic hair, only occasionally flicking and shaking that cute little clitoris... listening to Lulu's 　　most charming cries when her clitoris was being played with... It was like she was a pitiful and adorable doll, and that 　　little clitoris was like a switch that could trigger her cries and moans. Of course, besides the sound of my fingers 　　touching her labia, there was also a "rub-rub" sound, 　　the cute sound of Lulu's pubic hair being rubbed together by my hands and splashing in the bathwater. 　　This feeling, which was both humiliation and at least slightly different from outright rape, seemed to allow Lulu to 　　immerse herself in the girlish pleasure forced upon her by lewdness. 　　Slowly, slowly… Lulu's moans and gasps grew louder. They still carried a hint of crying… but 　　they could no longer conceal the timbre only found in pleasure. 　　From "woo-woo" to "mmm," gradually becoming "ah…" "ah…" one 　　lingering, soul-stirring sound after another. Her body trembled violently, as if frozen in the cold night 　　… The water from the shower sprayed onto her lower body, splashing even more brightly with her trembling 　　. 　　She seemed ashamed of her performance; her legs were tense, her arms pressed against her lower 　　back, as if clasping hands, struggling forcefully, trying to give herself courage, not to push or resist… afraid of angering 　　me. 　　"Is it comfortable?" I couldn't help but ask her. 　　"Waaah... Ahh... Not... comfortable at all... It's so sad... Brother Stone... I'm so sad 　　..." Lulu whimpered, as if talking in her sleep, yet she couldn't help but cry. But... 　　I could even feel Lulu's hips swaying slightly, responding to the caresses of my fingers. 　　I knew Lulu had given up; this kind of play with her vagina was 　　the limit she had to endure tonight. I could also tell she needed some kind of release... After all, this kind of lewd play, let alone 　　a virgin like Lulu, even an ordinary married woman might not have such stimulating bedroom 　　games with her husband. She also had physiological instincts, and besides, I had already commanded her to "be more lewd to make me happy." 　　With this psychological suggestion, she was more likely to lower her guard and act. 　　"Where are you sad? How are you sad? Why are you sad?... Tell me... Tell me nicely... I know 　　you high school students can all say it already... Tell me..." My fingers, positioned between Lulu's labia, 　　began to rub like a file... faster and faster... Splashes of water erupted from Lulu's vulva 　　. 　　"Ah... Ah..." Lulu cried, tears streaming down her face, her voice increasingly sounding like a wail, but her sweet and sorrowful 　　sobs, compared to before, were clearly tinged with more lust. 　　"Tell me... Tell me... If you don't tell me, I'll just stick it in... Many women break their hymens with their fingers 　　..." My fingers rubbed faster and faster, and streams of fluid, slightly different in temperature from the warm water, 　　secreted from the inner walls of Lulu's vagina, pouring onto my fingers. 　　"Ah..." Lulu let out a hoarse, shameful scream, seemingly giving up everything, yet also seemingly forced to please me, her lewd words like she'd crossed some boundary: "Lulu's lower body...is 　　...very uncomfortable 　　for Brother Stone to play with... " 　　"What lower body?! You should call her little sister, call her little hole..." 　　"Yes, yes... Lulu's little sister, her little hole, it's so sad inside... Waaah... so much is flowing out 　　... Ah... Waaah... it's dirty... Waaah... Let Stone Brother touch it, let Stone Brother play with it, let Stone Brother rub it, 　　Lulu is so sad... but there's nothing I can do, waaah... this is what Lulu deserves. Lulu... ah... I'm sorry 　　Stone Brother, so... ah... waaah... Lulu wants Stone Brother... to play with it properly... to bully it a little 　　... and then Stone Brother... waaah... will forgive Lulu..." 　　I heard Lulu's half-baked lewd words in my ears, mixed with 　　the "plop plop" sound of my fingers rubbing against Lulu's flesh hole. I watched Lulu's graceful body tremble in spasms, 　　various water droplets flying on her beautiful body, her flushed face becoming dazed and lost, and streams of even more 　　surging shameful juice sprayed out from her pink flesh hole, which was immediately washed away by the warm water rolling down from my hand 　　. 　　I seriously doubt I'm becoming a bit perverted. The pleasure I'm getting from torturing this girl at this moment 　　is no less than the thrill of ejaculation... even though my lower body is rock hard and brimming with the urge to ejaculate... I lean close to Lulu's ear, 　　whispering 　　into her slightly dizzy earlobe , 　　"Don't you feel like your body is precious, yet you, Stone Brother, have... ruined it?" 　　"Ugh... yes..." Lulu's voice trembled as she sobbed, as if she 　　were speaking shamefully after losing consciousness: "No... no... nothing like that. Lulu's body... is fine. 　　It's only right for Stone Brother to play with it." 　　"Don't be afraid... I love hearing this. I know Lulu is a beautiful, clean, pure, precious..."

"Baby, I can't even touch you, I can't even look at you... Giving you, Brother Stone, just a glance,
a touch, a pat would be a waste... But there's no way, you understand? There's no way, you understand? Haha...
There's no way... I just like to waste you like this... The better you are, the more I like it..."
Actually, I don't even know why I said these perverted and disgusting things. My voice
was a little hoarse, and I felt like I had also glimpsed the ultimate perverted pleasure from it.
Lulu glared at me almost hatefully, then closed her eyes, and two streams of tears flowed down her cheeks. She
seemed paralyzed, her whole body almost limp, yet she also seemed resigned, continuing
to murmur along with my words, perhaps searching for the limit of her mixed pleasure and humiliation:
"Yes, yes, yes!!! Brother Stone is ruining me, he likes to ruin me, so ruin me!!! Waaah
… ruin me properly, ah… ruin me completely… nothing is left, nothing at all, my
breasts, my little hole, all of it, no matter how beautiful it is, it's all for Brother Stone to ruin… all
ruined by Brother Stone… ah… ah… ah…"
Spasms, trembling, crying, collapse… all melted into softness.
…
With a soft yet deep, shameful sound from her throat, Lulu collapsed into my arms… I
supported her soft, exquisite, undulating body.
The water continued to trickle and irrigate the beautiful, angelic high school student... Perhaps
because of the water, there wasn't really any sense of defilement. Even if there was, it seemed as if all the desecration,
humiliation, torture, rape, and the stench of men could be washed away by the water.
...
It's said that girls can experience multiple orgasms and climaxes during sex. I don't really understand these
things, and I don't know if there's really a difference between orgasms and climaxes. But I knew Lulu had definitely experienced another orgasm. My fingers could feel 　　the fiery heat of
Lulu's virgin vulva, besides the waves of vaginal fluid . Of course, at this moment, I hadn't yet ejaculated 　　and reached the peak of pleasure again... But I wasn't in a hurry. To be honest, I had already ejaculated twice tonight, and I 　　wasn't in a rush to find a third peak. I was a little tired and preferred to enjoy this unique kind of pleasure for a while longer. I supported 　　Lulu, giving her, and myself, a little time to rest... I even drifted off a bit. 　　Rape, coercion, and humiliation don't produce true mental pleasure, but the physical 　　pleasure is a human instinct. I'm certain that although Lulu was suffering in pain and shame, she 　　also experienced physical pleasure more than once tonight. I'm a little confused. Besides the pure 　　physical impact, could being violated by a despicable man, this so-called "being defiled," 　　also bring Lulu some psychological stimulation... or even pleasure? 　　I even stood there blankly... thinking for a while. 　　... 　　"Pat pat..." Only when I came to my senses did I gently pat Lulu's back. 　　Lulu immediately raised her head. Her panting and sobbing from her orgasm had subsided somewhat. Her 　　eyes were a little dazed... but still full of panic, not knowing what I was going to do this time. 　　"After all that talk about taking a bath, it turns out I'm the one who bathed you, and you got all clean and fragrant... But 　　am I your maid? Or your boyfriend?" I said coolly, "It's your turn, you wash me... 　　" 　　"..." 　　I hung the showerhead on the shower rod, slightly bending it so the water flowed onto 　　the glass wall of the shower enclosure, saving us from getting wet; then I pointed to the shelf full of 　　bottles and jars of shower gel and the like. There were so many bottles and jars on that shelf. This time, I wasn't going to be clueless. All the bottles and 　　jars were in English; I definitely couldn't tell which one was for bathing, which one was for shampoo, or 　　which one was for some other purpose. I was happy to let Lulu figure it out for me. 　　"Give me a wash, wash me, make me feel comfortable, spread it evenly... You know how to do that, right..." 　　"Mmm..." Lulu seemed to have given up on bargaining with me, nodded, and let out a sweet sound. She 　　struggled to stand up straight again. 　　But I wasn't going to give her a good time. Besides, I was too lazy to coerce or pressure her little by little. I was a bit tired and wanted to 　　enjoy a moment, so I decided to intimidate her all at once, saying each word fiercely: "I'm asking 　　you, do you know what to do?" 　　Lulu could only nod timidly, filled with resentment and humiliation, even wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes with her arm: 　　"Um... I'll try... If I don't do well, Brother Stone, you can teach me again." 　　I grinned, narrowed my eyes slightly, tilted my head back, and waited, using only the corner of my eye, to see how she would 　　serve me. 　　Lulu opened a fairly large, cylindrical, 　　pink plastic bottle on the triangular shelf next to the shower rod. The bottle had a squeeze nozzle at the top. Lulu held it loosely in a spoon 　　shape with one hand, and with the other, instead of squeezing in the traditional way, she used a small wrench (wow, there's something 　　fishy about this… I really don't understand these fancy gadgets girls use). With a flick, a stream of pink 　　lotion was squeezed from the nozzle into Lulu's palm, followed by another; a 　　fragrance like jasmine mixed with milk immediately filled the steamy shower. 　　Lulu seemed to glance at me furtively, then bit her lip, as if making up her mind, and leaned over 　　to apply the lotion from my shoulders, all the way up to my chest, even rubbing it over my nipples. Then 　　… she squeezed out two more streams of lotion and handed them to me again. 　　The way she applied shower gel to me was, of course, full of the pleasure that submissiveness and taming bring to a man. 　　Her palms and fingers were so delicate, lovely, soft, and warm, but... of course, I wasn't satisfied. I 　　gave a cold laugh, "humphed," and was about to lash out... 　　but Lulu seemed to notice, and couldn't help herself for a moment. Ignoring all shame, she frantically and fearfully pulled at me...

"Don't...don't...be angry. Lulu knows...how...how to...'apply' it
...first pour a little with your hand...wait a minute...then I'll use my breasts to spread it for you."
This time I couldn't help but chuckle. Although I didn't know if Lulu
had gotten her sex knowledge from erotic novels, porn, or some other source, she still knew how to bathe a man in an erotic setting. Lulu
also realized that she had said something very shameful. Not only did her face burn bright red, but she also couldn't help but
lower her head slightly, probably because she was ashamed and about to cry.
"Don't say breasts, say nipples, breasts, nipples...understand?" I corrected her, but this time I
couldn't be a little fierce.
"Um...use...breasts..." Lulu didn't dare to look at me, lowered her head and nodded, but she
didn't dare to delay any longer. After hesitating and struggling for a few seconds, she pressed her whole body against me...
warm and fragrant, filling my arms.
In an instant, I felt as if I had gone from one heaven to another.
And so, Lulu, with her two precious breasts, the softness of her flesh and the firmness of her nipples, tiptoed
close to my body and began to actively rub and massage them, starting from my shoulders and chest, stirring and
mixing the lotion…
I didn't recognize the brand of that bath lotion, of course, but it was truly magical. A few small streams, with a
scent of jasmine and milk mixed together, and when it touched a few drops of water from my body, Lulu's
gentle "rubbing" of her breasts instantly created rich, snow-white foam. It not only had that smooth
, thick feel of lotion, but also a cool, moisturizing sensation as it touched my pores.
But… at this moment, what made me feel like I was in heaven wasn't the fragrance of the lotion, but Lulu's
"spreading of snow-white foam" service with her lovely breasts.
This might be… no, it should be said… this must be… the most shameful thing Lulu had ever done in her life.
This is different from being forced to undress, or even forced to remain motionless while I played with her body, enduring humiliation and shame…
Because these actions were “voluntary” on her part. She used her noble, chaste, full breasts—symbols of a girl’s
shyness, delicate beauty, and youthful charm—like a bath sponge, actively rubbing a man’s body.
Sliding… it was Lulu’s nipple, that little bean.
Gliding… it was the soft, fatty feel of Lulu’s full breasts.
Sliding upwards… it was this girl offering something more precious than chastity: her personality and dignity.
Sliding downwards… it was this girl, like a sex slave, exchanging her humiliation for my pleasure.
“Squeak, squeak…” was the sound of Lulu’s nipple brushing against my body…
“Ah…” I let out a comfortable sigh…
“Eek… ooh…” even Lulu seemed to be letting out a soft, almost unbearable moan…
At this moment, I could enjoy this girl’s body without even moving. At that moment, it felt as if I wasn't
using violence to coerce anything, but rather enjoying
the services of my wife, my girlfriend, my lover, even my sex slave. I knew that some brothels offered similar services, but… Lulu's trembling,
Lulu's moans, Lulu's awkwardness and fear constantly reminded me that this girl applying
shower gel to me with her breasts was a pure virgin, someone with no sexual experience, yet forced
to offer various lewd acts on the most terrifying night of her life in exchange for a little bit of safety… This offered
a forbidden pleasure that women in those brothels could never provide.
Perhaps the shower gel was truly high-quality, perhaps… the full, perky breasts of a seventeen-year-old girl
could nourish all the emptiness and withering in this world. Lulu's small, plump breasts, disproportionate to her petite frame
, rubbed against my rough skin and pores with the push of her thick, fleshy lips. The snow-white
foam actually surged on both my skin and Lulu's breasts, as if Lulu's flesh
were pushing the jasmine-scented, viscous shower gel into my pores, while Lulu's nipples seemed to be manipulating and mixing
the shower gel, creating layer upon layer of foam. It was like a dreamlike, colorful world from a fairy tale.
The foam seemed to transcend mere shower gel, becoming infused with Lulu's milky scent… I even had
a strange and wonderful illusion: this shower gel was like… the milk secreted from Lulu's tender nipples
… not only full of fragrance, but also carrying the scent of girlhood, shyness, shame, and devotion. Waves
of snow-like foam enveloped my body, layer upon layer, from my chest, shoulders,
abdomen, thighs, and arms. Lulu even turned me over, using her breasts and shower gel to moisturize my
back… as if the moisture could reach deep into my skin, even my bones and soul…
“Mmm…” Lulu could no longer endure it. She continued to
wipe me with a wanton and submissive posture. While there were tears of humiliation in her crescent-shaped eyes, it was also clear that her sobs
carried an undisguised need…
I knew that those were, after all, a girl's sensitive nipples. Normally, even a touch through clothing
, a glimpse through underwear, could make a pure, inexperienced girl weak and shy
. Now, however, she was actively rubbing against a man's naked body, all those movements coming from her own strength.
She… too, was being driven by instinctive desires, wasn't she?
"Ah...faster...harder..." I was already immersed in paradise. Actually, I didn't need
Lulu to say "faster, harder." I was just enjoying the pleasure of being given whatever I wanted, and
the satisfaction of being enveloped by the fragrance of a young girl. I was just making random sounds.
"Hmm..." But it seemed that I had given Lulu an excuse, a way out. She actually
pressed her body against mine even harder, touching my torso even more frequently.
Her breasts were pressed even flatter; her nipples were colliding with my bones even more vigorously; that shower gel
must be really high-end...snow-like foam was already
drifting into the air of the shower room from where our bodies intertwined, accompanied by the "creaking" sounds of flesh rubbing together.
Lulu probably needed it too. Although her breasts were being forced to serve me, in a
sense, having been played with to this extent, she needed more "squeezing" deep inside them. So,
she didn't hesitate to make increasingly passionate contact with me, the "cheep cheep" sounds growing louder and louder. She seemed
to be falling into some kind of pleasure... The snow-like foam increased, covering
the burning red flush on our skin.
I felt that even if this moment could just remain, it would be enough to satisfy my entire life. This scene
not only provided me with immense physical pleasure—a beautiful seventeen-year-old girl, her entire tender breasts
coated in fragrant bath gel, rubbing against me, the softness of her breasts, the firmness of her nipples, the erectness
of her nipples, accompanied by a rich fragrance, all completely offered to me for my lewd pleasure—it also provided me with immense
mental pleasure. This beautiful girl, almost kneeling before me in such a wanton posture,
was still a pure and innocent virgin…at least her hymen was intact, at least her vagina had not
been defiled by a man…it was unimaginable that such a girl would willingly do this for a man; moreover
, from a certain perspective, just a few hours ago, this girl was a completely pure and innocent
little girl. Her breasts, though beautiful and sexy, had never been seen or
touched by any man; they were sacred objects of purity…and now, they had been defiled, reduced to a sex toy serving me.
The most wonderful thing is that, at least at first glance, all of this appears to be her own doing. She actively sinks down,
floats up, presses in, and pulls away… Her waist twists, her nostrils flare, her breasts tremble
, her hips sway, and her tears dance… Let alone the fact that this is the first time she's done something like this, I even
doubt whether she will ever do it again in this lifetime.
And frankly, while it's also about intertwining and rubbing bodies, this scene seems different from sexual intercourse
… Besides the overwhelming sense of lewdness and satisfaction, it also seems… to possess a sense of happiness and beauty. I knew Lulu
was being coerced by me, I knew she wished I were dead, but a man and a woman rubbing
against each other under the warm water and fragrance—perhaps because "bathing," compared to intercourse, carries a certain
symbolic meaning of "cleanliness, beauty, purity, happiness, and simplicity"; or perhaps because the warm bathwater washing
over our bodies, the snow-white foam nourishing us, all the filth, the twisted nature of intercourse,
the pain of coercion, the humiliating struggles—would be instantly masked by the warm water and fragrance.
I even felt a poetic, picturesque intoxication… I even daydreamed: if this scene were filmed
, it would surely have a certain artistic beauty, wouldn't it?
But even if it truly possessed beauty, even if this moment was so enjoyable… I still… couldn't resist wanting to
disrupt this fragile balance and beauty, because… the scalding friction, the beautiful body, the humble service
, especially the touch of a seventeen-year-old girl's soft breasts… made me want more.
While my other senses could revel in the pleasure of the moment, my penis
was so sore it was almost about to urinate.
Tonight, I'd already ejaculated twice, quite wildly and with great satisfaction. I'm not some kind of
sex addict, and while I'm generally in my prime, I'm not exactly sexually experienced
. Besides, I came to this unfamiliar neighborhood with hatred and wariness… to be honest
, by now, my penis, my testicles, my genitals were already a bit
limp from the afterglow of satisfaction. This was certainly good news for Lulu; perhaps this satisfaction was her
true hope of preserving her virginity.
But this half-day of bathing together was too wonderful; the sight of the snow-white foam enveloping my entire body through a girl's breasts
was too beautiful. "Beauty" might be something a woman can be intoxicated by, never
to awaken from, but for a man, it's always difficult to resist using the most vile things to break through that beauty. Because breaking
through beauty, defiling beauty, ruining beauty, destroying beauty, for a man... that is the ultimate "beauty."
"Next... I want it..." I panted, unable to resist increasing the intensity of my movements. At first, it
was just small thrusts of my hips, but slowly, I used my penis to pound against Lulu's body,
letting the contact between my glans and her limbs bring me fleeting satisfaction... Because Lulu was constantly moving up and down
, providing me with service, my penis thrust in and out, sometimes hitting her soft, slender abdomen, sometimes
her full, playful breasts, and sometimes... it even started gliding, hitting her mouth and nose
... even seemingly brushing against her lips.
At this moment, I was also in a state of inner turmoil, my mind buzzing. I was thinking: what should my next
move be? Should I push Lulu down and immediately thrust my penis into that final
destination… to give my cock a final solace, and to bring this girl's last
vestige of purity to a permanent end? After all… while that might not be as visually appealing as this moment, it is ultimately
a man's ultimate goal for sexual release.
Just as I was about to lose control, almost tired of this simple physical contact, and about to move on to a
more intimate and thorough act of rape, Lulu seemed to realize that I wanted more… She began to panic
. Perhaps tonight's experiences had taught her some lessons and experience, because she suddenly… knelt down!
Lulu… just like that, like a humble little pet, a little maid, a little sex slave… obediently knelt
at my crotch.
I was a little stunned; before I could react, Lulu had already resolutely used her delicate palms
to form a circle and grasp my already hard, swollen, and fiercely erect penis.
"Stone Bro...you...don't move around...you just need to...just enjoy it...Lulu,
use your breasts, your nipples...to wash your...down there."
Then, she actually held my penis and clumsily began to guide my glans, using it to bump
against her nipples...
The most sensitive slit in my urethra immediately made contact with a soft, warm mound of flesh
, the lovely, delicate nipple engaging in a humiliating, intimate act with my urethra.
I let out a soft "Ah..." and succumbed to boundless satisfaction... The
thought of pouncing on Lulu and immediately raping her, of first breaking her vagina, resurfaced.
The snow-like foam, the wondrous scent of jasmine, mingled with the girl's flesh, nipples, and buds, intertwined
and enveloped... my glans.
This pleasure... how could I refuse?!
(To be continued)

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