[Modern Emotions] True Stories—Memories of My Years as a Photographer

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I entered the industry in 2000, having previously studied oil painting at an art school. Back then, the art market was somewhat sluggish, and most painting majors ended up as laborers in small galleries, selling their cheap skills and copying well-known paintings for meager wages.

Hei Bing from Beijing became an idol for us struggling laborers in that era. Yan Ronghei, a sculpture student at the Central Academy of Arts and Crafts, along with Lao San and Wei Bing, opened the Hei Bing Photography Studio, which became legendary.

It was under their influence that I stepped into the world of commercial portrait photography.

My city is an ancient city, a cultural city, dotted with universities of all sizes. I invested all my meager savings and my parents' limited support to open a small portrait studio near a university. Most of my clients came from these universities.

In 2000, people's thinking was still relatively conservative, but women with higher education levels had a higher pursuit of beauty and a greater openness to change. This was completely different from today's so-called "national models" who would strip for money.

Ling was my first nude photography client; she was a graduate student. She was also a woman I remember deeply. Our relationship lasted a year, until she graduated and left… I'm writing this story because, even after 10 years, I still can't forget her.

It was 2001. My small shop was gaining popularity locally, I was making a lot of money, and the mechanical nature of photography had numbed me. Everyone looked the same; back then, lighting and styling were no longer important… it was purely commercial photography, completely devoid of artistry. She appeared that winter

. I still vividly remember the day I met her: a cloudy afternoon, dressed somewhat plainly in black trousers, a pullover sweater, and a slightly bulky mid-length down jacket. She wore black-rimmed glasses, and her short hair was a bit messy, whether from the wind or unkempt.

The receptionist called me out of the studio; I was a little impatient, having just finished a photoshoot. The receptionist told me that a customer insisted on speaking with the photographer before deciding whether to place an order. That's how Ling and I met.

Ling slowly flipped through the sample photos in the shop, looking at them very carefully. I was rambling on about the shop's features, boasting about my skills. Ling seemed completely oblivious, continuing to flip through the sample photos one by one. At that time, most of the sample photos were of the sweet and cute type, and she frowned slightly as she looked at them, seemingly dissatisfied with these styles.

I decided to have someone else serve her, wanting to take a break for a smoke.

"Are you the photographer here? Are you the only photographer here?" Ling closed the album and looked up at me as I was about to get up.

"I own this shop, and I'm currently the only photographer. As you can see, although our shop is relatively small, we still have a lot of customers, and people generally appreciate my skills." I gestured for the receptionist to bring her a cup of coffee.

"Are these the only styles of photos..." there was a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"Please wait a moment." I turned and took out an album from the drawer. It was a photo album I had shot for a band a few months ago. At the time, the style was very avant-garde, an experiment I made by referencing some popular elements from abroad—a gothic style. There was a female bassist in the set, and we gave her an exaggerated look—a wild yet strangely sexy style, but not overly revealing. However, they didn't seem to like the style, and it was discarded as scrap. I, on the other hand, really liked it and made it into an album, of course, with their permission. Later, we did a reshoot for them that was more "normal."

She was clearly attracted; I felt a connection.

"I like something a little different. Can you take some special photos for me?" she asked, sounding a little hesitant, or perhaps…shy?

I noticed this, and a sense of excitement and anticipation stirred within me.

"Sexy? Or something really edgy, heavy metal? Or hippie?" Back then, there wasn't a term like "non-mainstream." I started to scrutinize her closely.

Ling clutched the corner of her sweater, her legs twisting together, as if making a decision. "I want to shoot something sexy, something mysterious…or…" She didn't finish, but I felt I understood what she meant.

I agreed to a trial shoot and arranged a time with her. We arranged to meet the day after tomorrow evening, since I'm not open for business then, allowing me ample time and a relaxed state of mind to create. I promised her I would approach the photoshoot with a creative spirit, and she expressed her satisfaction with my arrangement. However, she didn't show up at the appointed time.

A week passed, and just when I had almost forgotten about it, Ling arrived. She told me that something had delayed her for a few days, and she only had time to come today.

I had the makeup artist do Ling's hair and apply light makeup. Then I sent the makeup artist home. I took Ling to the dressing room and told her she could choose any outfit she wanted. Then I went to the front door and pulled down the shutter.

Ling was clearly a little scared and nervous. She asked me anxiously, "Why did you pull down the shutter?" "It's so I can focus on taking a unique set of photos for you," I said with a shrug. "You know, I usually close up shop and go home to rest by this time. I arranged to take your picture at night to give you a quiet environment, and I haven't felt inspired in a long time. You gave me that feeling, and I wanted to take a serious picture of you without being disturbed by anyone else." "My name is Yu, you can call me Lao Miao… Don't laugh, because my mom loves cats, and she gave me the nickname Miao Miao, which is actually a homonym for Miao Miao." I used this method to ease her tension and wariness.

Ling smiled; she was beautiful when she smiled, and her face was no longer so cold after taking off her glasses. Her eyes curved when she smiled, and her nose wrinkled a little, which was very cute.

"How old are you? I'm 21." I asked her while tidying up my camera.

"Asking a girl's age is very impolite. My name is Ling, you can call me sister." She said, her back to me, while choosing clothes. Later I learned her age; she was 7 years older than me.

"Okay, Sister Ling. Have you chosen your clothes?"

Ling turned around, her brows furrowing again. (After that, whenever we were together, I always liked to smooth her brows with my fingers because she really loved to frown.) "I don't like any of them. Can you give me some suggestions?" "Don't you like any of them? Then how about we do a set of Greek-style photos? I'll make you a stylist with linen. You should like it. It's very classic." "Okay, I like classic styles." Ling happily agreed. I pulled out a piece of linen for the styling from the corner of the dressing room. It was off-white and very thin. Then I looked at Ling and said, "Um, for this styling, we'll wrap you in this fabric. Can you take your clothes off?" Ling's face was clearly red, and she seemed a little hesitant. I explained, "This style needs to be like this, actually like those European and American fashion shows, a bit exaggerated, a bit sexy. But not too revealing." Ling bit her lip, looking into my eyes, "A little embarrassed..." "Don't worry, the photos will definitely be beautiful, I guarantee you'll be satisfied. Besides, didn't you want to take some unique photos? You don't really like these clothes. The solution I came up with will definitely work." I answered frankly, looking into her eyes.

"Then... then give it to me, I'll go in and get it done. You can adjust it for me when I come out." Ling took the linen and went into the dressing room. I suddenly felt my heart beating a little faster, and hearing the rustling sounds coming from the dressing room, I actually became a little nervous.

After a while, Ling poked her head out of the dressing room. "Don't look at me, don't laugh at me." "Don't be shy, come out, I won't laugh." Ling came out, and I still couldn't help but laugh. She wrapped the linen around herself like a bath towel.

"You're still laughing!" Ling blushed and turned to run back into the dressing room. I grabbed her arm. "It's okay, you're fine. I'll help you tidy up." After laughing, Ling seemed to have lost her guard and stood obediently in front of me, her head down, looking very shy, her face flushed.

I stood in front of her, carefully observing her. Her skin wasn't very fair, her slender arms extended gracefully to her rounded shoulders, she was a bit thin, her collarbones were very prominent and beautiful, and I could see a faint cleavage on her chest covered by linen, with obvious marks from her bra straps on her shoulders.

"I didn't expect you to be so thin." I placed my hand on the opening of the linen she was tightly clutching. I took a deep breath.

Ling's body trembled slightly; I could tell she was very nervous.

I casually started a conversation with her, using professional terminology and some of my own insights into art to impress her. Slowly, I untied the linen from her body. "Wrapped up like that, it looks like a beauty emerging from a bath. Let me redo it for you; it'll definitely give you a Greek goddess vibe." Underneath the linen, I noticed she hadn't taken off her bra, only the straps. Two surprisingly large, trembling breasts were encased in the white bra. I was clearly stunned.

Ling, seeing me freeze after I unwrapped the fabric, looked up and pinched my arm hard. "What are you looking at? Never seen anything like this before?" "I've seen them, but never anything this big..." I said seriously, then quickly looked away. I wrapped one end of the fabric around her shoulder, creating a bodice around her chest, and then added a simple skirt around her hips. The linen draped naturally. I noticed she was wearing conservative flesh-colored panties.

Her hips were wide, giving her an alluring hourglass shape. Her slender waist was no longer concealed, making her look both classically beautiful and seductive. She looked at herself in the mirror, satisfied.

"Let's go, let's start shooting."

The shoot went smoothly. Although it wasn't like today's digital cameras where you can instantly view the photos, I was certain back then that the pictures would be perfect and beautiful. During the shoot, I had Ling do various poses, constantly praising her figure and expressiveness. As the shoot progressed, Ling became more and more relaxed.

The linen was soft and smooth. During one pose, the linen over Ling's shoulder slipped down, revealing half of her breast. "Your breasts are so beautiful. Take off your bra; it's ruining the look. You have no idea how sexy you looked just now," I tempted Ling.

Ling had no more guarded around me. After thinking for a moment, she said, "You're lucky. If the pictures don't look good, I'll make you regret it." Then she reached behind her back and pulled off her bra. Instantly, one breast was no longer covered and popped out.

I immediately became breathless. To be honest, Ling's breasts were really beautiful. The small nipples were pink and tender. Although her skin wasn't very fair, it was very delicate, and it still shone brightly against the beige linen.

I used backlighting to position Ling on a semi-high platform. I knelt down to adjust her skirt and set up the props. Ling's breathing was a little rapid. I looked up at her. "Are you a little nervous? Afraid I'll bite you?" From my angle, Ling's exposed breast was quite breathtaking; you could feel its heavy weight just by looking at it.

"Uh... It feels weird being so exposed in front of strangers for the first time..." Ling awkwardly tried to pull up the fabric at her chest, but the smooth fabric slipped down again, revealing most of her other breast, the areola faintly visible.

"When I first saw you, I really didn't expect your figure to be so good, it's simply perfect. I study painting, and I've seen models of all kinds of figures in my figure classes, and I swear you have the most perfect figure I've ever seen." I complimented her, and Ling smiled at me.

After adjusting her skirt, I slightly adjusted the fabric that was bunching up at Ling's chest. As I did so, the back of my hand inadvertently brushed against her left nipple, and her nipple instantly perked up and hardened. But she didn't seem to notice my harassment, smiling.

Backlit, Ling resembled an ancient Greek sculpture. My eyes held no lust; I simply pressed the shutter button, capturing her beauty. She moved as I directed. Our coordination grew increasingly seamless, and soon a roll of film was used up.

"So beautiful, this set of photos will definitely be a success," I said to Ling as I changed rolls.

"Looks like I didn't choose the wrong person," Ling said, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. Her breasts swayed with her movement, and my mouth felt dry.

"Choosing me was the right decision," I replied jokingly. "Take a break, you've been shooting for an hour. Have some water." Ling wrapped herself in a cloth and followed me to the lobby, where we sat on the sofa. I poured her a cup of coffee, lit a cigarette, and sat opposite her.

"How does it feel? I think you're quite expressive. This set of photos will definitely be the best I've taken since I opened the shop," I said, looking at her through the smoke.

"Not bad. When you were taking my picture, there was no ulterior motive in your eyes. You were very focused. I could tell you weren't the lecherous type." Ling hid her face behind her coffee cup, only her beautiful eyes showing, and looked at me.

"Actually, I was under a lot of pressure. Facing a half-naked beauty and having to control my emotions was exhausting." I said to her, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Heh..." Ling chuckled softly. She didn't say anything more, taking small sips of her coffee. Her eyes were lowered, lost in thought. I also remained silent, quietly watching her. The way she drank her coffee was very feminine and alluring.

Back in the studio, I handed Ling a large white shirt. "Wear this. I'll take a set of very languid and sexy photos of you." Then I went to set up the set and props.

After setting up the props, I turned around and saw Ling standing in front of the dressing mirror, adjusting her clothes. The hem of the large shirt covered her hips, and the top two buttons were undone, her beautiful figure hidden in the ordinary shirt.

The background was pure white, and the light reflected off it, making Ling's white shirt appear semi-transparent, her alluring curves subtly revealed.

"Sis, there's something not quite perfect; it affects the overall effect." I stroked my chin, my gaze lingering on Ling's waist.

Ling noticed my gaze and hesitated. "This... does it really matter?" She knew I was referring to her underwear; the conservative high-waisted style did indeed look somewhat out of place.

"Yeah, if it were black thongs, it would be so alluring and captivating. The way you're wearing it feels a bit off." I spoke frankly. Actually, I secretly hoped Ling would take it off.

Ling bit her lip. "Turn around."

When I turned back, Ling's face was flushed, her small hands tightly pressing down on the hem of her shirt.

I stepped forward, looking into her eyes. "Don't worry, I'll capture your most beautiful moments." I gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and naturally kissed her forehead. "Sis, trust me." Ling visibly stiffened when I kissed her forehead, a hint of wariness and anger flashing in her eyes. But my "Sis" in her ear instantly dispelled her displeasure, replaced by a smile. "

Little brat, trying to take advantage of your older sister." Ling reached out and lightly punched my chest, her hand weak and powerless.

"Sis, I've already seen you naked, what advantage could I possibly have? Okay, here, I'll take your picture, you sexy beauty." As I spoke, I unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time, leaving only the bottom two buttons undone. The shirt was large, and as I unbuttoned it, I caught a glimpse of her stunning black pubic area.

The photoshoot was in progress. Under my direction, Ling lay against the white background, striking various poses—some alluring, some seductive, some serene. Her overly loose shirt caused occasional wardrobe malfunctions, her private parts swaying before my eyes. Completely different from the first set of photos, my breathing became noticeably rapid, my mouth dry. Ling noticed my change, her eyes filled with laughter, occasionally deliberately pulling open her shirt to reveal her nipples.

"I take back what I just said," Ling said to me while I changed the film.

"What?" I turned to look at her.

"You looked so lewd just now." Ling's eyes crinkled, her face full of a mischievous smile. "Are you getting a reaction?" I was embarrassed and a little annoyed by the teasing. "Yeah, yeah, I wouldn't be a man if I didn't get a reaction to such a tempting beauty." Ling pretended to hit my head, but I grabbed her hand. "Stop it, be careful not to expose yourself." "Hmph, don't think I don't know you were secretly watching me when you went behind to adjust the lights." So she noticed. Several times I had used the excuse of adjusting the lights to go behind her and peek at her lower body.

"Hypocrite, if you want to look, then look. You've already seen everything." Ling had completely let go. Maybe those few times I called her "sister" made her feel a sense of familiarity with me, or maybe my slightly shy yet boyish demeanor made her feel that I was not dangerous.

I put down the camera in my hand and gently brushed the hair on her forehead. "Can't get enough of looking? Want to touch it." Her hoarse voice startled me. My heart was beating faster and faster.

Ling stared into my eyes, the smile in her eyes slowly disappearing, replaced by an unusual tenderness. "...Where do you want to touch?" she murmured, her voice trembling slightly.

I was trembling too, my legs a little weak. I slumped down on a bar stool used for filming, pulled Ling close, and leaned her back against me. I lifted the hem of her shirt and grasped her large breasts.

"Sister..." I stammered, my breath heavy as I whispered in her ear, "Touch here... Sister. You're so beautiful." Ling rested her head on my shoulder, letting out a barely audible moan, "Mmm... No..." Her hands pressed against mine.

I cupped Ling's breasts in my hands, unable to fully grasp them, they were so big... Her nipples hardened and stood erect, pricking my palms, the sensation so exquisite.

Ling's hands pressed against mine, trying to stop me. As I gently kneaded and caressed them, they gradually weakened. Her small mouth opened slightly, her eyes half-closed. Her breathing became increasingly rapid.

I looked at Ling's small ears covered in soft down, opened my mouth, and took her earlobe inside, my tongue gently teasing it.

Ling's body tensed instantly, a long moan escaping her lips. She pressed my hands firmly against her breasts. "Oh..." I searched for her lips. Ling, slightly dazed, turned her head in response. I

gently kissed her cheek, then her lips, finally capturing her sweet lips. Ling responded, her tongue entwining with mine, and I savored her sweetness. My fingers caressed her erect nipples. At that moment, we found a perfect feeling in each other, unrelated to lust, just a desire to keep kissing forever... When we separated, panting, Ling was limp, leaning weakly against me. If I hadn't held her tightly around the waist, she probably would have collapsed to the ground. I carried Ling to the living room, placed her on the sofa, poured a glass of water, and sat down beside her. Ling naturally nestled in my arms, took the glass, and drank. My hand encircled her waist, gently caressing it—a completely subconscious act, as if we were a couple who had been in love for years.

Ling finished her water, put down the cup, and, blushing, pinched my waist hard. "You pervert…you're bullying me." I lowered my head, getting closer to her, our noses almost touching. "I want to bully you again…" "Ah, stop!" Ling jumped up, a glimpse of dark skin flashing beneath her flowing clothes, seemingly glistening.

"Keep taking pictures of me." Ling pulled her clothes up, covering her perfect breasts.

I helplessly rubbed my hard, throbbing erection, lit a cigarette, took two deep drags, stubbed it out, and walked towards the studio.

The background was rearranged—a black background, wisps of smoke from the smoke machine—creating an ambiguous and mysterious atmosphere.

I turned back, intending to call Ling to the background, but froze. Ling had taken off her shirt, standing completely naked before me. With her hands clasped over her breasts, she looked at me with a slightly dazed gaze. "Is it okay to take pictures like this?" "Sis..." My mind went completely blank. My inner voice kept repeating, "She's so beautiful, she's so beautiful." Ling stepped into the background, one hand covering her chest, the other covering her genitals. "You pervert... stop looking, take the picture." I grabbed the camera, my eyes fixed solely on her, completely abandoning all lust. With each click of the shutter, a series of mysteriously artistic nude photographs were taken. When

the last roll of film was used up, I threw the camera on the ground, dragged the naked Ling to the living room, pressed her onto the sofa, and kissed her deeply.

Ling responded frantically, sucking hard on my tongue, her hands gripping my back as if trying to meld me into her body. I felt breathless, struggled to pull away from her lips, gasped for air, then buried my face in her breasts, sucking hard on one nipple.

"Oh..." Ling screamed, grabbing my head and pressing it down forcefully. She ran her fingers through my hair, rubbing it haphazardly.

"Kitty...kitty..." That was the pet name Ling used for me, only she would call me that... Thinking back on it now still makes me want to cry.

I sucked on Ling's nipple, tearing at my clothes, throwing away all the burdens, finally naked and honest with Ling.

"Love me..." Ling said to me in a daze, reaching out to grasp my hot, hard penis and guiding it.

"Sister..." I murmured, releasing her lovely nipple, kissing my way down inch by inch, lingering on her cute navel, continuing downwards... A tuft of fine hair came into my view, very delicate, just a small tuft, not lush.

Ling's hand was still on my head, and as I moved downwards, she spread her legs wide.

Finally, I found my final target.

Ling's vulva had already secreted a lot of fluid. The light brown labia minora, at the tip of which a pink clitoris was already protruding and swollen, odorless, clean and refreshing. I licked her clitoris.

"Ah..." Ling convulsed, her legs closing together, trapping my head between them.

"Sis... I'm going to make you feel good." I took Ling's clitoris into my mouth, my tongue sweeping across it.

"Kitty... ah... no..." Ling's muscles tensed. Her hands gripped my hair, causing a slight pain.

I flipped my hands over and held Ling's hands down, sucking hard on her clitoris like a nursing mother, my tongue sweeping rapidly back and forth. Soon, Ling's body began to convulse rhythmically, her genitals secreting a lot of slippery fluid.

My penis was already throbbing unbearably. Feeling Ling's orgasm, I released her adorable clitoris and lay back down on top of her.

"Sis... does it feel good?" I gently stroked Ling's breasts, kissing her lips as I asked.

"Ugh... you rascal..." Ling answered weakly. I guided Ling's hand to my engorged penis.

"Love me... I want..." Ling grasped my thick member, guiding it downwards.

"Want what..." I tempted her.

"Love me...fuck me..." Ling murmured.

I sat up, watching Ling guide my huge penis to her wet lower body. "Sis... I want to fuck you... My cock is hitting your pussy and I'm going to go in." I found it very exciting and lewd.

"Kitty... Oh, fuck me..." Ling moaned, trying hard to guide my penis in. "Kitty, hurry up and fuck your sister's pussy, your sister wants you." I couldn't hold back anymore and thrust my hard penis in hard. A soft, warm feeling of tight grip rose up, making me moan.

"Sis... So good... I love you... Oh..."

Ling sighed after I entered her body, pressing down hard on my eager body. "Kitty, don't move... Oh..." I couldn't control myself. "Sis... I want you... I want you..." Ling hugged me tightly, closed her eyes, and searched for me with her lips. I kissed her, and my lower body couldn't help but start to thrust.

"Mmm..." Ling groaned softly through her nose... I thrust slowly, her lower body tightly gripping my penis, warm and moist. I felt a sense of forgetting everything, wanting only to stay like this with the woman in my arms forever.

"Kitty...so good...harder..." Ling hugged me tightly and said to me.

I gradually increased my speed, the squelching sounds growing louder.

"Ah..." Ling's cries also grew louder, beads of sweat slowly seeping from our bodies.

I bit Ling's nipple, tearing and shaking it.

Perhaps Ling had given me too much stimulation before, I soon couldn't help but ejaculate inside her.

"Sister...come home with me." I stood up, watching the milky white semen flow from Ling's vagina. Ling's chest and neck were pink.

"Mmm. Let's go home..." Ling was somewhat confused and bewildered.

I took a wet wipe and carefully cleaned Ling's lower body. Ling struggled for a moment, but seeing my determination, she blushed and let me clean her private parts.

The lobby was filled with a lewd atmosphere. Ling and I got dressed, but Ling wouldn't look at me and said she wanted to go back to her dorm. I pulled her back and kissed her on the lips. "Sis... tonight you're mine. Don't leave me." Although it was winter, I still felt hot outside. I told Ling to get in the car, and I kept the window half-rolled down the whole way to relieve the heat in my heart.

My home is a 10-minute drive from the studio, very close. I moved out of my family home to live alone after I started working. Although my family wasn't extremely wealthy, I at least owned my own three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment.

Ling remained silent the whole way, and I didn't know what to say to her until I led her into the house.

"I'm so hungry... you go cook, I'm going to take a shower," Ling ordered me naturally. She opened and looked through all the rooms, found my bedroom, pushed open the door, stripped naked, and went into the bathroom.

I scratched my head and ran to the kitchen to cook noodles.

Ling came out wrapped in a bath towel and shared a simple dinner with me. Then she pushed me into the bathroom, "You rascal, go wash up." I swear I've never showered so quickly before. I rinsed off quickly, but I cleaned my genitals very carefully and even sprayed some perfume. How embarrassing.

Back in the bedroom, Ling was wrapped in the blanket. Only her cute short hair was showing.

I got into bed, pulled back the blanket, and hugged Ling's naked body.

Ling's body was trembling. I kissed her back, slowly kissing her entire back from her spine.

Ling turned around and grabbed my erect penis. Her eyes were bright as she looked at me.

"I didn't expect this..." Ling kissed me lightly.

"How?" I asked knowingly.

Ling pinched me hard, and I pretended to be in pain, frowning, "Ouch... I've ruined it." "Good that it's ruined, you rascal, ruining it will save you from ruining other girls later." "Sis... I've ruined enough for you..." I touched Ling's breasts and gently pinched them.

"Kitty... do you think I'm a bad woman..." Ling kissed me and asked me.

I pushed Ling away slightly, cupped her breasts, and stared at her. "Sis... you're a woman with a story. I don't know you, you're not a bad woman, just a little repressed." I teased her nipples with a wicked grin.

Ling buried her head in my shoulder, her voice muffled, as if she were sobbing. "You're the slut... you seduced me.

You're a scoundrel."

Ling pulled back the blanket and kissed my chest forcefully. Very forcefully, moving downwards as she kissed me. I groaned softly in pleasure. Ling kissed my lower abdomen, and I placed my hand on her head, rubbing it, hoping she would continue downwards.

When Ling reached my lower abdomen, she looked up at me, her eyes full of cunning. "Scoundrel... don't get too excited..." "Oh..." The moment I had been waiting for had arrived. My engorged penis entered her warm, wet mouth, her tongue skillfully teasing the glans. I felt my penis was harder than ever before.

"Sis...oh..." This was my first time experiencing oral sex. Looking back now, Ling's technique was really clumsy, but the dedication, the emotion, it was all unique to her.

"Oh...Sis...I want to fuck you...I want you..."

I was a little incoherent, my mind a blur. Ling's oral sex technique was really clumsy; her teeth often scraped and hurt me, but I didn't care, I just felt very satisfied and happy.

Ling spat out my penis and crawled to my side. "You pervert...I didn't expect this..." There was a hint of panic or confusion in her eyes.

I kissed her, my tongue gently licking her lips. "Sis...do you regret it?" Ling reached out and stroked my face carefully, finally her finger lingering on my lips, gently sliding down. "Kitty...your name is so cute..." I bit her finger and put it in my mouth. I didn't correct her for remembering my nickname incorrectly.

Her hand grasped my erection, and she chuckled, "Kitty...you're hard." I cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples, "Sis, you're so tempting, look, your nipples are all perked up." Ling stroked my penis back and forth, "You rascal, how many women have you seduced? Confess." "I swear to God, Sis, I never imagined this before I met you." It was true; after breaking up with my ex-girlfriend, Ling was the first woman to enter my life.

Ling narrowed her eyes, "Okay, I believe you." Her soft little tongue licked my lips, and I rolled over and pinned her down, forcefully taking her tongue into my mouth.

During sex, I particularly enjoy kissing between lovers, and Ling is the only woman I've ever been with who enjoys kissing me and can orgasm from kissing.

I felt a little hot and sat up against the headboard. Ling lay between my legs, her large breasts pressing against my waist, revealing breathtaking curves.

Ling's face was pressed against my waist, her small hands grasping and playing with my penis. Fluid occasionally seeped from the urethra, which Ling smeared onto the glans with her fingers. She manipulated my penis as if it were a toy.

Watching Ling play with my penis, her fingers stroking her smooth back, the atmosphere felt both lewd and comfortable; I craved it.

Ling licked away the fluid from the glans with her tongue. Her small tongue deftly enveloped my penis, sweeping back and forth along the coronal sulcus. My breathing quickened, and I pinched and played with Ling's nipple. Ling's breasts had always fascinated me; even long after we got together, Ling would still laugh at me for liking to suckle her breasts so much, saying I looked like her son.

After finishing my cigarette, I leaned against the headboard, pulled Ling up so her back was against my chest, sucked on her earlobe, one hand around her breast, the other reaching down to her genitals and stroking her. This was Ling and I'd always used this position for a long time during our year together, and Ling could easily reach orgasm in this state. When Ling orgasmed, her body would convulse, her clitoris would become very erect, and I would often pinch her clitoris with my fingers and bite her earlobe hard. Ling's sensitive spots were at the base of her earlobe and breasts, and every time this happened, Ling would feel like she had died and her whole body would go limp. This was also why, during our first photoshoot, I accidentally sucked on her earlobe and made her fall for me.

"Sis... I want to fuck you," I said roughly, pinching Ling's nipple.

Ling was very elegant and ladylike in daily life, but when she was with me, she particularly liked my vulgar language.

"Want to fuck your sister there?" Ling moaned.

"Fuck your sister's pussy," I said to her in a lewd tone, licking Ling's earlobe.

"Fuck me, I'll let you fuck me, sis." Ling was delirious, her hand gripping my penis and stroking it vigorously.

I rolled over and pinned Ling beneath me, my glans pressing against her labia. "Sis, I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to fuck you with my big cock." I noticed the excitement Ling showed when I said these lewd things.

"Give it to me... kitty... put it in..." Ling babbled incoherently, her lower body thrusting upwards incessantly.

"What do you mean, put it in... sis..." I suppressed my urge to penetrate, continuing to tease Ling.

"Cock... quick... put it in... sis wants your cock..." Ling went crazy, her small hands slapping against my body, one hand reaching down to grab my penis and guide it towards her private parts.

I rubbed the glans against Ling's clitoris, refusing to enter. Ling's face flushed, pleading, "Good kitty, give it to sis, sis can't take it anymore, come in quickly." I lowered my head, kissed Ling, and at the same time, thrust my penis hard into Ling's body. Ling's whole body tensed instantly, her hands gripping my back tightly, her lower body thrusting upwards, as if she wanted me to melt into her body. Her calves wrapped around my waist, pressing down forcefully.

I thrust powerfully, Ling's chest flushing crimson, she murmured and held me tightly. I felt an unprecedented hardness and endurance in my lower body, thrusting wildly, Ling's soft moans turning into high-pitched screams.

Sweat poured from my chest and back as I pounded into Ling's body with the force of a pile driver. With each thrust, Ling's grip on me tightened, I could feel a burning pain in my back, sweat beading on Ling's breasts, I gritted my teeth and thrust even harder. Ling's vagina gripped my penis tightly, wet, the squelching sounds growing louder with each thrust. I felt Ling scratching my back, it hurt, but it was also incredibly arousing. I lowered my head and bit Ling's nipple, not sucking, but biting hard, tearing with my teeth, swinging the nipple back and forth. Ling started babbling incoherently, her moans laced with sobs, no longer knowing what she was saying.

I was getting tired, so I gradually reduced the frequency of my thrusts and gestured for Ling to turn over and lie face down on the bed. Ling lay limp, her glazed eyes seeming about to close, murmuring, "Kitty... Sister feels so good, don't stop..." My throbbing penis throbbed, the purplish-red glans covered in Ling's secretions, throbbing with a slight, unbearable pain. I turned Ling over, supporting her buttocks, and in a doggy-style position, forced my thick penis into her body.

"Huff..." I panted heavily, "Sister... does it feel good..." "Kitty... Sister is going to be fucked to death by you..." Ling murmured. Her head sank weakly into the pillow. I reached out and grasped her breasts, kneading them forcefully.

"Sister... your breasts are so big, so soft... Sister... your pussy is so tight... so good..." I thrust roughly, watching Ling's labia flip in and out with my movements.

"I'm flying... ah, I'm flying..." Ling cried out. She reached down to rub her clitoris. "Faster... harder... faster..." Ling cried out. I sped up, sweat pouring down my face, and felt a tight grip inside Ling, making thrusting difficult. So tight, so good. At the same time, Ling let out a long moan and went limp.

Ling was too weak to speak, her face turned to the side as she lay on the pillow, panting heavily. I had never been so vigorous as I was today; my hard, engorged penis had been thrusting continuously for nearly 15 minutes.

Ling's legs went weak, and her buttocks slumped down uncontrollably. "So tired... Kitty... come on top." I got up, filled with pride and satisfaction, because I hadn't felt the urge to ejaculate yet. This lovemaking was an experience I had never had before. Ling's neck and chest were flushed pink, her cheeks as if painted with rouge. Her slightly open mouth was breathing rapidly, her eyes glazed over, watery as if she were crying.

I gently kissed Ling's lips, but she had no strength to respond. I guided my thick penis and skillfully thrust it into Ling's vagina. After penetration, I didn't immediately thrust in and out. I gently kissed Ling's lips. "Sis... is it comfortable?" "Mmm..." Ling became weak and listless.

"Sis... I haven't ejaculated yet..." I kissed Ling, my tongue lightly licking her earlobe.

"Bad cat... Sis is so tired... so comfortable... let Sis rest for a bit." Ling responded weakly.

I began to thrust slowly, very slowly, but I liked this feeling, it felt very warm. With each thrust, I could carefully savor the warmth and tightness of Ling's vagina.

With each thrust, Ling began to moan softly. I gently bit Ling's earlobe, teasing her softly.

"Sis... is my cock hard?" "Sis... I love fucking you." "Sis... your pussy is so tight, it's hard for my cock to go in." Ling couldn't stand my verbal and physical stimulation, her lower body kept throbbing, responding to my thrusts.

The soft moans from her mouth were so alluring.

I hugged her tightly, our faces pressed together. I could clearly feel Ling's cheeks burning hot. My lower body began to thrust, faster and faster. Ling coiled around me like an octopus, her arms and legs tightly wrapped around me.

Her moans grew louder.

Finally, I ejaculated with unbridled pleasure, trembling, unable to contain the intense ecstasy, I held Ling tightly, growling as I fired bullet after bullet into her body. Ling hugged my neck, biting down hard, her nose emitting a sound like crying.

After a long while, I climbed off Ling. She lay sprawled out, limbs outstretched, her chest and neck flushed pink.

Letting the thick semen flow from her body, I went to the bathroom to get a towel and cleaned her lower body. I lay on my side next to Ling, pulling the blanket over her.

I gently stroked Ling's hair, looking at her satisfied expression, feeling incredibly peaceful. Ling pressed her face against my chest, her arms around my waist, her eyes closed as she murmured, "Bad kitty... I'm going to die..." I ran my fingers through Ling's hair, noticing her ears were bright red. "Sister... I'm so happy... I really want to hold you like this forever." Ling looked up at me, her eyes sparkling. "Kiss me..." Ling closed her eyes and tilted her head back.

I lowered my head, our lips lightly touching. Ling stuck out her tongue, and I gently bit it, my tongue tip lightly licking hers. Ling retaliated, sucking my tongue into her mouth. We were both lost in the game of kissing.

"It's... it's flowing..." Ling gasped, whispering. She lowered her head

, not daring to look at me. I got up and knelt between Ling's legs. Ling was shy and covered her face, not letting me see. I pulled her hands away and leaned over to lightly kiss Ling's clitoris. Ling cried out and pulled the blanket over her head, pretending to be an ostrich.

Although Ling was no longer a virgin, she clearly didn't have much sexual experience. Her two light brown labia minora were very symmetrical and firm, not the dark brown or black, loose and large ones of experienced women. A thin stream of clear fluid was flowing down her buttocks. Ling's anus was also light brown and very firm. Ling's breathing rose and fell with each breath.

I parted Ling's labia minora with my fingers, revealing her pink vagina. Ling moaned softly from under the covers, "You pervert... don't look..." I stroked Ling's clitoris; it was swollen and proudly erect, round and smooth. Ling's vagina began to contract rhythmically, squeezing out a trace of residual semen mixed with her bodily fluids. It smelled very lewd.

I leaned over and licked the base of Ling's thighs. Ling reached out and grabbed my hair, as if to stop me, yet also as if expecting me to continue.

I inserted a finger, and Ling's vagina gripped it tightly, as if with a slight suction. Ling threw back the covers and began to breathe heavily. I moved my finger in and out, leaning over to kiss Ling's clitoris. Ling ruffled my hair haphazardly, her breathing becoming even heavier.

"Kitty...oh...kitty...I'm going to be played to death by you...I'm going to fly again..." Suddenly, Ling's legs tightly clamped around my head. "Oh...don't move...I'm flying...I'm flying..." Ling's body was so sensitive that she easily reached another climax. I had already ejaculated twice tonight, and my strength hadn't recovered, so I temporarily let go of Ling. I hugged her and continued our kissing game. At the same time, I played with Ling's breasts that fascinated me. Ling was really exhausted and drifted off to sleep. I reached out and gently smoothed her slightly furrowed brow, pulled the blanket over her shoulders, and lay down next to Ling to sleep.

Afterwards, I asked Ling to be my girlfriend, and Ling told me her story. She had a fiancé who was quite influential in her hometown. They were going to get married after she graduated, and her fiancé had already arranged a job for her in a public institution. He was an unromantic man who had taken Ling's body long ago and had always used her as a tool for his gratification. Ling came to have her picture taken simply to leave a memory before she got married. She said she had never felt love from that other man, and never expected to fall in love with me at first sight. She found both physical and emotional satisfaction in me. But Ling was very rational. She was seven years older than me, and she said she couldn't be with me. She said she belonged to me until she got married.

After that, we were intimate almost every night, expressing our desires in various ways. I gave Ling the key to my house. From that day on, Ling acted like the lady of the house, staying home all day to clean, cook, and wait for me to come home when she didn't have classes. I worked long hours like a husband, turning down all social engagements to come home and be with her every night.

Ling liked me holding her, playing kissing games, and whispering lewd things in her ear. When we were passionate, we made love unrestrainedly, turning every corner of the house into our battleground. When we were quiet

, Ling was like a little wife, snuggling in my arms, chatting and watching TV. At that time, I didn't fully understand the necessity of contraception. Ling knew I didn't like using condoms and had been secretly taking oral contraceptives.

During her time at university, Ling took me in and out of her graduate student dormitory, completely disregarding what others thought. She openly told her roommates she was my lover. The photos were developed; they were beautiful, very well-taken, and Ling looked pure and innocent in her nude attire. Ling treasured all one hundred-plus photos, never showing them to anyone.

The night before Ling left, we made love passionately, countless times, until dawn.

I repeatedly ejaculated my thin semen into Ling's body, and Ling repeatedly took my still-erect penis into her mouth, trying her best to make it erect, to make me love her.

After dawn, Ling picked up her luggage and left home, refusing my offer to see her off. Standing at the door, without turning back to look at me, she whispered that I shouldn't think about her, that I should forget her. From then on, I never saw her again; she simply vanished from my life.

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