Romantic Encounters During Home Renovation

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I worked through the night at home dealing with business, and the next day, I went to the office with bleary eyes. As I walked in, I saw a short-haired girl sitting quietly in the reception area. Through the frosted glass, I could only vaguely make out that she was short, her head slightly bowed, and her face obscured. She was wearing a royal blue knee-length skirt. I assumed she was there for a job interview and didn't think much of it, walking into my personal office.

I had just sat down, lit a cigarette, and was eager to finish my work and go home to sleep when my secretary, Liu Jiajia, walked in with a cold expression. She always had a cold, almost aloof, expression, not just towards me, but towards every male colleague in the company, as if she were always on guard against men trying to get her into bed. I wasn't surprised and asked her what was wrong.

She said a young woman had come to pick up her cousin's passport. Then I remembered that a young woman traveling with me was going abroad and, to save 500 yuan, had asked me to find a friend at a travel agency to help her with her passport. The passport arrived yesterday. Ms. Li called to say she was too busy to come and would have her cousin pick it up. I was about to invite Ms. Li in when

Liu Jiajia gave a cold reply and turned to leave. Although her behavior was aloof, every time I saw her straight, shapely legs under her tight skirt, and the outline of her sexy high-waisted underwear showing through, I couldn't help but feel an urge to confess. However, I adhered to the principle of not taking advantage of someone close to me, and my feelings for Liu Jiajia were just wishful thinking.

I opened the drawer, took out Ms. Li's passport, and casually flipped through it, looking at her photo. In my mind, if Ms. Li weren't so beautiful and had such a charming smile, I wouldn't have bothered asking a classmate to apply for her passport! I wondered if her cousin was as charming as her. Lost in

thought, I heard the sound of high heels and looked up to see a short-haired girl walking in, wearing a royal blue knee-length skirt. Wasn't this the girl who had been sitting in the reception room earlier? Only then did I see her face clearly, and I was shocked.

Her eyebrows were thick and long, her double eyelids were clearly defined, and her large eyes shone with a dreamlike charm. The slight upturn at the corners of her eyes added to her allure. Her nose was straight, and her lips looked soft, tender, and sexy. She had an oval face and a distinctive chin. She was so beautiful, so captivating—far more beautiful than the charming Miss Li. Strangely, there was a strange sense of déjà vu about her.

Seeing me staring at her speechlessly, she simply smiled quietly, her slightly parted lips revealing perfectly white, translucent teeth. Yet, the aura she exuded was strangely calm and serene.

I snapped out of my reverie: "Miss! You…you're Miss Li's cousin?"

She nodded: "Yes! Mr. Dai! My name is Liao Xiaojun. I'm here to pick up my cousin Jingyu's passport!"

Liao Xiaojun spoke crisply and clearly. I handed her my passport as if it were a royal decree. She thanked me, extending her long, slender, white hand to take it. Her fingers were beautifully shaped; even her fingers were captivating.

She said, "Thank you! My cousin said you're good at interior design, is that right?"

I have a talent for design, but it's not professional. In front of my friends, I always consider myself on par with professionals, but hearing such a beautiful woman ask about it today made me blush. "Oh…it's just a hobby, nothing special…" She smiled quietly, her captivating eyes looking at me. "My cousin said she's seen your place, it's great!"

I smiled awkwardly. "So-so…" She was quite direct. "I'd like to tidy up my place a bit, could you come and take a look and give me some suggestions?"

I was momentarily unsure whether to be happy or worried. "No problem, no problem, everyone can take a look…" She still smiled calmly and gently. "Thank you then. When are you free? Want to come and see my place?"

I was planning to go home and sleep, but hearing this, I perked up: "Oh! I'll be free by noon, and I'll be free this afternoon!"

Her big eyes lit up with happiness: "Okay! I'll wait for you at home at two o'clock this afternoon!"

Then she left her address and phone number, said goodbye, and turned to leave. Only then did I realize that from the moment she entered my office until she left, I hadn't offered her a seat—how rude of me! Looking at her back, her shapely, long legs beneath her knee-length skirt, paired with black high heels of about three inches, were breathtaking.

I quickly finished lunch, went home, took a shower, changed my clothes, and arrived at Liao Xiaojun's place before two o'clock sharp. Liao Xiaojun's appearance could make any normal man have erotic dreams; even her name could make people dream. On the way there, my mind wandered. I seemed to have heard somewhere that women with thick, long eyebrows have a particularly strong sex drive; I wondered if that was true.

She lived alone and opened the door herself, still dressed the same as this morning. I took a closer look at her eyebrows—hmm! It was indeed thick and long, but seeing her dreamlike eyes, I suppressed the filthy thoughts in my mind, presenting myself as a gentleman. She told me not to take off my shoes, ha! She had the same hardwood floors as my house, and like me, she didn't like taking off her shoes as soon as she entered the house. I walked into the living room, a high-end apartment with two bedrooms, two living rooms, and two bathrooms, decorated in an elegant and simple style. Her master bedroom was white, but the other room surprised me because it was like a giant wardrobe, filled with all kinds of clothes, at least a hundred sets. I wondered why a girl needed so many clothes? But I didn't know her well, so I didn't dare ask.

She wanted to change the interior to a natural wood color scheme, which was easy enough; I could just copy my home's decor here. But to talk to her more, I naturally offered a lot of suggestions and opinions. She just listened quietly, knowing I knew a lot about wood, and her eyes showed trust. Throughout, she was a woman of few words, using concise language. My motto is: the most charming women are those who don't talk much!

We talked for over an hour, and I was already deeply attracted to her. She wasn't tall, about 162 cm, and while her figure wasn't particularly outstanding, through the bulge of her soft white silk blouse, I could see she had a pair of breasts that weren't very large, but appeared firm, round, and quite elastic—I'd estimate a 32B!

Her snow-white, rounded calves beneath her skirt made my heart race. Combined with her calm, serene, yet dreamlike appearance, she was a captivating beauty with a hidden allure.

When she noticed me yawning repeatedly towards the end of our conversation, she realized I hadn't slept all night. Her expression immediately turned apologetic, urging me to go back to sleep. I reluctantly left.

Later, I helped her draw up the construction plans and showed them to her. Unexpectedly, she was going to Los Angeles with Ms. Li for two weeks, which would be perfect time to finish the woodwork for her house. To catch a glimpse of her, I drove her and Ms. Li to the airport. She had a great sense of style; that day she wore a black and white outfit. Despite the approaching winter weather, she wore a pristine white silk blouse, a matching cashmere scarf casually draped over her shoulders, a black leather mini-skirt, and mid-calf high-heeled ankle boots. Sitting in the front seat of my car, half of her shapely, snow-white thighs was exposed. The delicate, elegant fragrance of her perfume, like her, was quiet and serene. My goodness, how was I supposed to drive like that? I was completely distracted the entire way to the airport, my eyes glued to her and her cousin as they walked into the departure hall.

On the way back, I kept picturing her shapely, snow-white legs. I couldn't help but grip the steering wheel with one hand and run the other to the leather seat she had just been sitting on. I vaguely felt the seat was still warm; was it because the heat from her thighs sitting on it hadn't dissipated?

I recalled Miss Li's joking remark: "My cousin, don't let her fashionable appearance fool you, she's actually very conservative. So many men pursue her, but she never gives them a chance, her heart is as still as water, you know?" Eventually, she met and married Lin Jiehuan, a classmate from university, through a group research project. However, her husband is often abroad, leaving her feeling lonely... How could I not understand? The first time I met her, her expression was completely calm! During

their two-week trip abroad, I frequently visited her place to personally supervise the construction and check the workers' workmanship. Liao Xiaojun would call from abroad from time to time to inquire about the progress of the renovations, and I honestly reported back, maintaining my image as a helpful and upright gentleman, of course without specifically asking about her marital status.

One night, the phone rang and woke me up. I thought it probably wasn't Liao Xiaojun, because she was very polite and would never call in the middle of the night, so I answered the phone rather irritably.

My tone was very impatient: Hello~ who is it?

She said quietly: I'm sorry to have woken you up!

I heard her soft, gentle voice, as if she wouldn't sleep even with a knife to her throat: Ms. Liao! I'm not asleep, I'm still awake, what do you need me to say?

I thought it was about the house renovation again, but she said she was in a bad mood and wanted to talk to someone. I was flattered and secretly delighted.

I adopted a considerate and understanding attitude: Everyone has bad days. You can treat me like a trash can, pour out your troubles to me, don't worry, I won't tell anyone!

She laughed on the other end of the phone. Women hate talkative men the most, so she said that her husband, Lin Jiehuan, would be away from her for several months again, and the long, lonely nights had kept her awake, so she called me.

When a beautiful woman is in trouble, I naturally offer kind words of advice, but I can't speak ill of her husband, since he's only doing it for the family. So I tell her some witty stories, which makes her laugh out loud, a rare occurrence for her, and she speaks more naturally.

She suddenly asks: "When you men see a beautiful woman, do you all think about that?"

I feign ignorance: "You all think about that?"

She stammers, unsure how to phrase it: "You mean…that? You know what I mean, right?"

I continue to pretend: "I don't understand!"

She's a little deflated: "You mean…sleeping with her?" I

say: "So that's what you mean? That's right!"

She's surprised by my direct answer: "Really? Then…are you like that too?"

I say: "Yes!"

She suddenly falls silent on the other end of the phone.

I continue: "A beautiful woman is sought after by a gentleman; the ultimate goal of a man's relationship with a woman is definitely to sleep with her!"

She says with some disappointment: "So all men are the same!"

I say: "Then let me ask you, when you marry your husband, isn't the ultimate goal also to sleep with him?"

My seemingly plausible argument left her speechless for a moment, and the other end of the phone fell silent again.

Her voice, barely audible, finally broke through: "Is doing that kind of thing really that good?"

I said: "What do you mean?"

She became even more shy: "I mean... is doing that kind of thing between men and women really that good? Why is it that on our wedding night, and even afterward, my husband couldn't get an erection, even after taking Viagra? He still hasn't penetrated me..." I was secretly pleased; Liao Xiaojun was still a virgin. But I pretended not to hear the key point and asked again: "

Is that even a question? If it's not good, why do so many people like to do it? Did you do that kind of thing with other men before you got married?

" She: "No!"

I seized the opportunity to press: "You're a physiologically mature woman, don't you ever want to have sex with other men?"

She timidly: "Sometimes I do, but... I'm afraid, I'm scared..." I asked: "Afraid of getting pregnant?"

She answered honestly: "Yes!"

I asked again: "If it's safe and won't result in pregnancy, would you want to try it?"

She hesitated for a long time before answering: "If it's someone I like doing that kind of thing with me, I think it'll happen!"

I pressed her: "So, do you think I'm someone you like now?"

She fell silent again, then said: "I don't know..." I said my usual thing: "Once you've had that experience with me, I guarantee you'll want to do it with me every day!"

She was a little skeptical: "Really?" I didn't believe it. I heard the first time is very painful?

Afraid of scaring her, I carefully answered: "The first time will always be a little painful, but once you've had it, you'll get used to it, and after that, it will be very comfortable!"

She asked curiously: "Really?"

I boldly said: "If you don't believe me, I'll teach you when you come back..." She froze: "I... I don't want to..." Afraid of scaring her, I didn't say anything more: "Okay! These things also depend on fate..." Then I changed the subject to talk about the tedious things about her house renovation. She seemed to be listening absentmindedly, a little disappointed that I didn't bring up sex anymore. But since she was a girl who hadn't really experienced sex yet, I was embarrassed to bring it up again. We talked for a short while before abruptly ending the call.

The house was completely renovated the day before she returned. Actually, her house already had basic renovations; I just had someone do the work on the parts she wanted to replace with solid wood, so it didn't take much effort.

Liao Xiaojun's flight was from Los Angeles to Taipei at 9:30 PM, and I naturally went to pick her up at Chiang Kai-shek Airport. Unexpectedly, only she came out of the departure hall. It turned out her cousin had business in Los Angeles, so she came back alone, which was perfect for me. The funny thing was, she had so many clothes, and she was still wearing the same outfit she wore on the day she boarded the plane: a silk white top, a black leather skirt, and black leather mid-calf high-heeled boots. Her shapely, smooth legs without pantyhose were on full display, and I immediately reminded myself to concentrate on driving.

Back in Taipei, she seemed quite happy. As soon as we caught up, she kept asking me curiously about how the house looked after the renovations. I casually answered, but of course, I couldn't resist my manly instincts, occasionally stealing glances at her exposed thighs outside her leather miniskirt. On the highway, suddenly a car swerved and cut into my lane.

She yelled, "Watch out!"

I slammed on the brakes. She wasn't wearing her seatbelt, and her body lurched forward. My right hand, which was on the automatic gearshift, instinctively reached out to stop her forward momentum. By sheer coincidence, my hand landed right between her thighs, meeting her lurching body. It was as if her genitals were pressing against my hand. My hand, seemingly blessed in a past life, was resting on her crotch, her slightly protruding vulva perfectly in my grasp. Through her tight panties, I could feel the warmth of her vulva. In that emergency, I essentially pushed her vulva back into her seat. She cried out, whether from the danger of the car or from the sensation of my hand touching her vulva, I couldn't tell. At the same time, my hand felt how narrow her thin silk panties were, and my fingers touched a small tuft of pubic hair peeking out. My penis was already erect. She must be wearing a thong!

After the danger subsided, the car suddenly fell silent. My absent-minded hand was still resting on her crotch, enjoying the warmth of her triangle area. Her face was flushed to the roots of her ears.

She timidly said, "Your hand!"

Only then did I snap out of my daze: "Ah! I'm sorry..." As I moved my hand away from her crotch, I seemed to faintly feel her panties were slightly damp with a honey-like fluid.

I turned to look at her apologetically. She stared blankly ahead, a thin, crystalline glint in her dreamlike eyes. An uninformed person might think she was about to cry, but my experience told me that she had been aroused after her forbidden zone had been touched.

After returning to her place and putting down my luggage, she carefully looked around the house, which still smelled of fresh wood. I sat on the sofa watching her slowly walk back and forth in the living room. Her graceful figure, with a waist no more than 25 inches, made her small but firm breasts, barely concealed by her white silk coat, stand out even more. Her fair and shapely legs beneath her leather miniskirt were simply stunning. I found it hard to believe that someone of her caliber, almost 30 and married, was still a virgin.

She seemed quite satisfied with the wood-paneled decor I had overseen, but the embarrassing scene in the car earlier had left her silent. Afraid of breaking the bowl if I ate too quickly, I stood up and handed her the keys.

She said, "Are you leaving?"

I nodded: "Yeah! You must be tired after flying for eleven hours, get some rest!"

She said: "Wait a minute!"

After saying that, she quickly went to the room, opened her suitcase, took out a jar of American ginseng and a nicely packaged package, and handed it to me.

She said: "This American ginseng is for you. You've gone to so much trouble for my house, so I'm giving you some tonic!"

She was really thoughtful, but she didn't understand that what I wanted wasn't the American ginseng. She then pointed to another nicely packaged package and said: "This is what my cousin asked me to bring you. She's being so mysterious, I wonder what it is?"

I was also curious: "Shall we open it and see?"

She said: "Okay!"

I hurriedly opened the gift her cousin had given me. She curiously leaned closer to look at me, and a faint fragrance wafted from her hair. My big penis started to get restless again. Unexpectedly, when the package was opened, it contained an inflatable doll modeled after the foreign celebrity Julia Roberts. We were both taken aback. I was surprised because Ms. Lin was so thoughtful and mischievous, while she was surprised because she didn't know what it was and just stared blankly as I deliberately unfolded the crumpled doll on the sofa.

She asked, "What's this?"

I said, "An inflatable doll!"

She exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! I've heard about this from friends, it's for you men..." Her face flushed, and she didn't continue.

I said, "Your cousin is really funny. She probably bought one for me to 'play' with since I don't have a girlfriend right now!"

She blushed and stared at the inflatable doll without saying a word. I deliberately started inflating it, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her seem to want to stop me, but her curiosity and shyness made her even more alluring. Finally, the previously crumpled inflatable doll became three-dimensional, with blonde hair and even her pubic hair being brownish-gold. I turned to look at her, and she immediately looked away.

I said, "Ha!" This is the latest inflatable doll! Just fill it with warm water, and it'll feel just like a real one!

She turned her head curiously and saw me pointing at the doll's vulva.

She said, "Really?"

I said, "We'll see when we fill it with hot water... You hold her..." I handed her the doll and went into the kitchen to boil water. She blushed and carried the doll into the kitchen.

She timidly asked, "Will it feel like a real one after adding hot water?"

I said, "It should, but the feeling here (I inserted my finger into the doll's vagina), I think it's far from the real thing..." She hesitated, "Really?"

I said, "Definitely, otherwise I'd demonstrate for you!"

She thought for a moment and then said something I never expected: "Okay! If you don't mind!"

Now I was dumbfounded. I hadn't expected her to actually want to watch. I'd played with inflatable dolls before, but performing in front of someone was a first for me. I felt like an idiot. Turning to look at her misty, watery, expectant eyes, I could only grit my teeth and nod. The

inflatable doll, filled with water, lay on the bed like a woman's warm body. She sat quietly on the only small sofa in the bedroom, watching the doll on the bed. I went to adjust the lighting to create the most romantic atmosphere.

She hesitated: "Are you really going to do this for me?"

I said: "I don't mind you watching. Do you mind?"

She knew she had agreed herself and silently lowered her eyes.

She said: "I'm just curious..." Suddenly, an idea came to me: "But before I perform, you have to help me first!"

She was puzzled: "Help with what?"

I said: "You should know that a man's penis must be erect to penetrate a woman's vagina. If you want to watch me have sex with her (referring to the inflatable doll), you have to help me get an erection!"

She was momentarily at a loss: "Oh..." Before she could react, I shamelessly pulled down my trousers, underwear and all. She looked down, not daring to look at my already swollen, frog-like penis. I slowly walked up to her. She didn't dare to look up. I took her hand and guided it to my penis. Her body trembled slightly, her hand clenched tightly, refusing to open.

I said, "You don't have to use your hands to help me, as long as you let me caress you, that counts as helping me..." She didn't dare look at me: "You... how does this count as helping you?"

I said, "When I caress your body, I get aroused, and

when I'm aroused, I can have sex with an inflatable doll!" Actually, being married, she was rather dense. My 18.6-centimeter-long penis was already erect and standing tall, but she was probably deliberately unaware of the situation.

Hearing me say this, she remained silent. I slowly reached out and placed my hand on her round, smooth thigh, feeling the muscles in her unstockinged thighs twitching, her two thighs pressed tightly together.

I said, "If you won't let me touch you properly, how will you see me performing with the inflatable doll?"

Perhaps intentionally, and knowing I was using the inflatable doll as an excuse, she slowly parted her thighs. My hand gently slipped into the base of her thighs. Her face was flushed, she was slightly out of breath, and her body leaned softly against the sofa, not daring to look at me. When my hand touched her bulging vulva outside her thong, I felt that the entire pair of pants was already soaking wet. A small tuft of pubic hair sticking out of the pants was covered with dew-like drops of honey. I pulled down the thin thong and my fingers touched her labia. So wet, so slippery. She groaned and grabbed my hand.

She pleaded, "Don't put your fingers in, I'm scared..." I said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything reckless..." I pulled my hand out of her panties, and my hand, dripping with honey-like fluid, slipped inside her silk top, touching her bra. I first groped around, then tore open the bra, my hand cupping her warm, large breasts. A finger lightly touched her nipple; her areolas were large, and her nipples were erect. I'd heard that women with large areolas had particularly strong sex drives, and she already possessed two of those qualities.

Under the light touch of my finger, her nipples instantly hardened. She let out a soft cry, too afraid to move, letting me knead and play with them. Holding her snow-white, delicate, and warm breasts in my hands felt like squeezing a warm, hot potato—it was incredibly pleasurable.

She kept her eyes tightly shut, not daring to look at me, which made it easy for me to do what I wanted. When I opened my mouth and took her nipple into my mouth, she was startled. But as my tongue teased her erect nipple, she went limp like a puddle of water, collapsing onto the sofa. At this point, I was sure her vagina was already overflowing, but I wasn't in a hurry to touch her still-open vulva. Instead, I immediately pressed my lips to her soft, alluring lips. Her body trembled, and my tongue forcefully pried open her tightly clenched teeth, sucking on her soft tongue. I greedily sucked on the saliva in her mouth; it was so sweet and delicious. Her soft tongue dared not wander, letting me suck on it. I inhaled the hot air exhaled from her nostrils, making my penis even harder. If I didn't help it cool down, it might explode.

My free hand slipped between her legs, touching a pool of wetness; her crotch was already soaked. As my fingers caressed the soft flesh of her vulva, she groaned loudly, her lower body shyly thrusting in response. I quietly pulled down her thong and gently lifted her black leather skirt, revealing her snow-white, slender waist, her flat stomach, and thick pubic hair. No wonder the thong couldn't hide her exposed pubic hair; she possessed a third characteristic of having an exceptionally strong sex drive.

My God! I'm so lucky! Just as I slowly parted her thighs, thinking I had succeeded, she suddenly slammed her legs together and pushed me away.

She said, "No! We've only met a few times, no..." I didn't dare force her at that moment, because her cousin, Miss Li, was not someone to be trifled with, so I immediately changed course.

I said, "Why are you so nervous?" I'm not going to do it with you... She stared at me blankly, somewhat incredulous: ... I walked to the bedside. Luckily, the water inside the inflatable doll hadn't cooled down, otherwise I would have been having sex with an ice queen.

She stared blankly as I stroked the inflatable doll, gently parting its thighs. As I inserted my large penis into the doll's vagina, I glanced at her. Her mouth was slightly open, her dreamy eyes wide open, staring at the point where my penis connected to the doll's vagina. I pretended to ignore her and began thrusting my penis in and out of the doll's vagina. Perhaps seeing how engrossed I was, in the romantic lighting, the inflatable doll looked almost real. Shihan, leaning against the sofa, was so absorbed that she forgot to put her thong back on, which I had quietly removed. She suppressed her breathing, and I thought to myself that her vaginal fluids must be overflowing by now.

I picked up the inflatable doll, walking and thrusting my large penis into its vagina. When I reached her, she blushed crimson and dared not look. I took her hand and guided it to the point where my penis met the doll's vagina. Her hand trembled as if electrocuted, yet she curiously and gently touched my penis, which was still outside her vagina. This time, I didn't let her pull away, pulling her up from the small sofa.

I said, "Wouldn't it be clearer if you sat on the bed and watched me have my way with her?"

Perhaps because she was still wearing a short leather skirt and mid-calf black boots, although her top was a little disheveled, it was still safer than being naked. Therefore, she obediently sat on the edge of the bed. Seeing my plan succeed, I immediately took the inflatable doll to the bed for another round. Actually, inserting into an inflatable doll was quite comfortable, but since it wasn't a real person, the sensation wasn't quite there. I was worried about ejaculating, so I only inserted my penis into the doll, feigning thrusting, without rubbing my penis against the doll's vagina, and managed to hold back from ejaculating.

I deliberately groaned loudly, startling her.

She asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

I sighed, "I'm sorry! I'm trying so hard to ejaculate, to finish this performance and show you something, but she's just a mannequin, I don't feel it's enough, I can't ejaculate!"

She said, "Oh! What should I do?"

She was sitting on the bed, her legs slightly bent and parted, unaware that my lecherous eyes had already spotted her parted thighs, and I could vaguely see thick pubic hair.

I said helplessly, "Unless a real woman helps me, I can't ejaculate!"

She seemed to realize something, but was also a little confused: "Oh! Then…then don't do it!"

I said, "It's difficult!"

I pulled out my erect penis and presented it to her.

I said, "Look how engorged it is, if I don't ejaculate, I'll be miserable!"

She hesitated, "This…" I gently stroked her thigh, and she trembled slightly, but didn't move.

I mustered my courage: "Would you help me?"

She said with difficulty, "How do you want me to help?"

I went all out: "Use your vagina to help me squeeze it out…" She said nervously, "Oh…my friend said I can use my hand?"

I slipped my hand between her thighs, my fingertips gently kneading the glans of her vulva. She nearly collapsed again, but this time she didn't stop my caresses.

I pressed on: "Isn't using your hands like using an inflatable doll—you feel nothing?"

She shyly turned

her head away, unable to look at me. My fingers, now coated in the slippery fluids of her vagina, moved faster and faster. She gasped for breath. I kissed her soft lips, sucking hard on her tongue. Suddenly, she let out a soft moan, her hands gripping my arm tightly. My fingers, caressing her vulva, felt a surge of heat; she had reached orgasm.

During her orgasm, her two snow-white thighs trembled as if in spasms. Taking advantage of this moment, I lifted her skirt and pressed my penis against her wet vulva. She turned her head away from my kiss, breathing heavily. I could feel her heart pounding, her face flushed, and her large eyes brimming with tears. Her lower body was limp and yielding to my pressure. I didn't dare delay, immediately inserting my large penis into her already incredibly wet vagina. She

tensed and cried out in pain. She cried out, "Ah! It hurts! Take it out!" I looked down at my large penis already inside her vagina; below the glans, the entire shaft was still protruding. I saw her vagina tightly gripping my penis, her labia contracting and locking onto the glans. A wave of visual and physical pleasure washed over me. I held her waist, preventing her from pulling away.

I said, "Will it still hurt if I don't move?"

She said, "It's a little better!"

I said, "Don't worry, I'm only inserting the head of my penis into your vagina. That won't break your hymen!

" She said, "Really? You can't go back on your word!"

I said, "My penis doesn't necessarily have to be completely inserted into your vagina. I can ejaculate just by using the head!"

She seemed relieved: "Oh..." I gently kissed her soft lips. She opened her mouth, her tongue intertwining with mine. I gently moved my penis, only the glans withdrawing from her vagina and then re-entering. Seeing that I kept my word, and driven by instinct, she gently moved her vulva to meet my shallow thrusts. I pulled away from her lips

: "Is it still open?"

She breathed heavily and shook her head: "It doesn't hurt like this, but it feels so swollen down there..." I lifted my upper body, revealing the point where my penis met her vagina.

I said: "Look!"

She curiously looked down at the point where my penis met her vagina. I gently moved the glans in and out of her vagina. As she looked, she suddenly let out a soft moan, her hand gripping my arm tightly.

I felt her vagina contract and tighten, tightly encircling the neck of my glans. A warm current surged from deep within her vagina, making my glans feel wonderfully hot.

She moaned: "Mmm~ Ah~" I said: "Isn't it very comfortable?"

She nodded, sweat beading on her forehead.

I said, "Should I go in a little deeper?"

She remained silent, thinking for a moment, "Will it hurt?"

I said, "It might hurt a little, but you'll feel even better... You've already seen my glans enter your vagina, so in fact, we're already having sex..." She remained silent, her thighs opening and closing, rubbing against my thighs pressed against her lower body. The soothing comfort made every pore on my body open. She seemed to tacitly allow me to go deeper, gently thrusting her vagina upwards to meet me. I slowly pushed my glans in, her hands nervously resting on my waist, probably thinking that if it hurt, she would push me away forcefully.

She couldn't help but cry out, "It's so full! Be gentle..." I said, "Okay... I'll be very careful..." As I spoke, I steeled myself and thrust my glans in forcefully. With a scream from her, my entire penis was inserted into her vagina. At this moment, she trembled all over in pain.

She cried out, "It hurts! It hurts so much..." As she cried out in pain, crystal tears welled up and streamed down her cheeks, her nose twitching slightly.

She said sadly, "You lied to me!"

I felt a little guilty, but also incredibly satisfied to have taken her virginity.

I said, "I'm sorry! You're so beautiful, I just couldn't resist..." She was a little angry: "You men are all the same, so bad..." I gently silenced her with my mouth, licking her tears with my tongue, which tasted a little salty. I then gently sucked on her soft lips, and finally, under my tender caresses, she put her tender tongue into my mouth, and our tongues intertwined.

I gently pulled my penis, which was fully inserted into her vagina, out of her vagina. Her thighs tensed up again, and she grabbed my waist with both hands.

She groaned, "Don't move! It hurts..." I propped myself up and looked down. The half-pulled-out penis brought out a lot of virgin blood on the sheets, and she also looked down at the pool of virgin blood on the sheets.

She looked at me: "You finally got me..." I comforted her: "Don't worry! I will truly cherish and love you..." She was skeptical: "I hope you're telling the truth..." At this moment, I began to gently thrust my penis in and out of her vagina, bringing out a lot of virgin blood.

She frowned: "Go slower, it still hurts a little!"

I kissed her tenderly: "Hmm... wrap your legs around my waist, it will be more comfortable..." She obediently wrapped her stunningly beautiful legs gently and shyly around my waist.

I said: "Wrap them tighter, then you'll forget the pain!"

She did as I said, wrapping her legs tightly around me, and I began to slowly thrust my penis in and out of her tight vagina. Perhaps because it still hurt a little, as she wrapped her legs around my waist, I wrapped them tighter and tighter.

Only then did I feel truly one with her. I held her and kissed her deeply, her soft lips pressed against mine, sucking and swallowing my saliva. We silently moved our lower bodies to meet each other's. Her movements were clumsy, but with such a beautiful woman beneath me, letting me ravage her, I felt as if I had ascended to heaven.

I thrust my glans deep into her womb, the tip of my penis rubbing against her clitoris. Suddenly, she turned her head, parting our lips, breathing heavily, her vulva beginning to thrust upwards violently.

I knew she was about to climax again: "Does it still hurt?" She shook

her head, panting: "It feels good...so itchy...faster..." I whispered in her ear: "I want you to say 'fuck me hard'!"

She remained silent, only thrusting her vulva, hoping I would respond by forcefully penetrating her vagina. But this time, I stopped thrusting.

I said: "You said you wanted me to fuck you hard, then I'll hurry..." She couldn't hold back any longer: "Fuck me hard!"

I said, "Say it louder, say you like me fucking you..." Just before her climax, she was so excited she was almost going crazy. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, and she thrust her vulva forcefully, her vagina gripping my penis like a small mouth.

She cried out, "Fuck me harder! I like you fucking me... Fuck me faster..." Her cries drove me to the peak of excitement, and my large penis couldn't help but thrust rapidly in and out of her vagina, the glans slamming against her clitoris, fucking her tender hole hard.

Suddenly she cried out, "I need to pee! I need to pee!" I felt her vagina contract rapidly, the tender flesh of her uterus gripping my glans tightly, causing a dull ache as I thrust rapidly inside her. Amidst her cries and groans, a thick, hot stream of vaginal fluid sprayed onto my glans. The contracting, pulsating flesh inside her vagina, like a small mouth, tightly enveloped and sucked my penis. I couldn't hold back any longer and groaned loudly as well. Thick semen erupted like a volcano, gushing from my glans and filling the depths of her flower. The continuous orgasms made our limbs intertwine tightly, as if we wanted to never be apart.

Since I deflowered Liao Xiaojun, she seemed to have tasted the pleasure of sex. Whenever she had free time, she would seek me out to penetrate her tender hole, often spending the entire night in passionate embrace. Sometimes she would even come to my office, and under the cold gaze of my secretary Liu Jiajia, she would close the door and have sex with me intensely, trying out all sorts of positions.

She had an exceptionally strong sex drive, truly possessing the three essential qualities she had: thick eyebrows, large areolas, and abundant pubic hair—a natural beauty indeed.

To this day, she carefully keeps the sheets stained with her virgin blood.

Later, she told me she was pregnant with my child, but Liao Xiaojun said she was finally relieved because she was no longer being blamed by her in-laws, and Lin Jiehuan didn't pursue the matter further; he was even excited to become a father!

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