My own story

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My Own Story, Part One

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, the lights were bright, and everyone was gathered around the protagonists of the day—a newlywed couple—singing and laughing.

The bride and groom were dressed beautifully; one wore a brand-new designer suit, and the other had just changed out of

her white wedding dress into a red sweater and light-colored woolen trousers, her hair adorned with pearls and jade.

On the wall behind them hung a large photograph of the couple, the bride nestled happily in the groom's arms.

I sat in a corner, holding a wine glass. Because it was a good friend's wedding, I

had to travel all the way back to my long-lost hometown. Every blade of grass and every tree here was once so familiar to me, but

now, they had become the culprits that stirred up the deepest pain in my heart. I have never liked noise, so even on such

an occasion, I only hid in this corner of the room. Many old friends came today, but

I'm not the protagonist. The laughter belongs to others; I am left only with loneliness.

Through the wine glass before me, my eyes are empty, my thoughts drifting back to the distant past.

I finally couldn't help but think of her again. Our parting feels like centuries ago,

yet our whispered vows of love seem like yesterday. The wounds I thought had healed have begun to throb again.

We promised each other forever so many times, we dreamed of our own

wedding , we vowed to love each other for a lifetime. But on that day, the day you left,

everything became a joke.

For so many years, I've wandered alone, terrified of seeing any scene from my hometown. I thought

I had gotten used to forgetting, but now I know I was wrong. I've never truly forgotten. Memories

are just sealed away in a corner of my heart, only to be unearthed unexpectedly. Looking through those

memories , I realize that my youth was once so beautiful, but all of that will never return

. Qiao'er, a name I've cherished in my heart, are you doing well in this foreign land?

Lost in thought, I felt someone sit down beside me, and I quickly pulled myself back from my wandering thoughts.

It was my good friend Wenli; she'd come today too. Years had passed. She'd gotten a bit darker and

thinner, but her beauty remained unchanged. Her eyes were still bright and

expressive . I remember how much I loved watching her smile—the deep dimples on her cheeks and her

rounded chin. Her smile was like that of a porcelain doll!

Today, Wenli wore a red leather trench coat that accentuated her curves, and her hair was still

tied back in a ponytail, just like always.

At that moment, she looked at me with worry. I raised my glass to her, smiled slightly, and said,

"You're here! They look so beautiful today, why don't you go and join them?"

Wenli leaned down and sat beside me, her voice still as charming as ever: "Long, why are you always

so melancholy? So many years have passed, you should have forgotten."

My heart ached again. Looking at Wenli's worried eyes, I maintained my faint smile and said:

"Don't worry about me, I'm used to it. But you, Wenli, it's been so long, you've gotten so thin!"

Wenli seemed delighted to hear this, smiling and revealing her adorable dimples

. "Really? That's the compliment I love most right now."

I shook my head, smiling as I downed my drink in one gulp. "What's so good about being thin? Being natural is best

. You still need to take care of yourself and eat more."

Wenli picked up the wine from the table, filled my glass, and then filled her own.

She set the bottle aside, took a small sip, and said, "Yes, I have no

appetite . I eat very little and feel full." As she spoke, her eyes fixed on me, a hint of

melancholy in her expression.

I pretended not to notice, raised my glass, and sighed, "Ah, Wenli, back then I had so many

girls , but now only you can sit down with me and chat and laugh quietly."

Wenli raised her glass, seemed about to say something but then stopped, clinked glasses with mine, tilted her head back, and

poured all the wine into her mouth, a blush immediately appearing on her face.

I also raised my hand and drank all the wine in my glass.

Just then, bursts of laughter erupted from the crowd, drawing Wenli and my attention

.

It turned out that the wedding night games had begun. A person was standing on a chair, holding a thin stick

with a large apple tied to one end, dangling downwards. The stick swayed precariously in his hand. The bride and

groom were surrounded by people, standing on either side of the apple, waiting for people to shout "One, two, three" so they could bite the

apple . But the apple was wobbling and they could never bite it, so the people around them were laughing and pushing them

together.

In her embarrassment and panic, the bride grabbed the apple hanging in mid-air, stuffed it into the groom's mouth, and then

took a bite herself. The surrounding crowd laughed even harder, shouting "That doesn't count! That doesn't count!" This commotion continued

several times before they were finally allowed to pass.

But then someone brought an egg, chuckling, and placed it in the bride's hand. The bride, somewhat

bewildered , stood there frozen. The man calmly pointed to the groom's trouser leg, instructing the bride to put the egg inside,

then slowly move it upwards, pulling it out from the other leg. The surrounding crowd erupted in

laughter . The bride wanted to refuse, but naturally, no one would allow it.

The bride, blushing, squatted down and went to the groom, placing the egg in one trouser leg

and moving it upwards. When she reached his crotch, just as she was carefully moving it,

someone suddenly asked, "Where's the egg?" The bride hurriedly replied, "In my crotch! I'm holding it!"

The surrounding crowd burst into laughter again.

The bride cried out "Ah!" and hurriedly covered her face with her hands, forgetting the egg she was holding. The egg

slid down her leg, and the groom rushed to catch it, only to bump his head against the bride's. Everyone burst into laughter

, doubled over with mirth.

I couldn't help but laugh too. The gloom in my heart seemed to lessen somewhat, yet also deepen

considerably . In this scene, one couldn't help but let go of their worries and immerse themselves in the joy before them. But

what saddened me was that I might never have the chance to experience such joy in my lifetime.

I turned and smiled at Wenli, who was also laughing heartily, saying, "Take a good look, be prepared, so

you won't be caught off guard when someone pranks you."

Wenli rolled her eyes at me and said, "Go away, go away, someone has to be willing to marry me first!"

I refilled our glasses and raised them, saying, "Then let's, the two of us, a lonely man and woman

, raise a glass and reminisce!"

Wenli raised her glass and laughed, "Cheers to freedom!"

And so, we watched the laughter and merriment, drinking one cup after another. The wine only deepened my sorrow

, and yet, at this moment, I couldn't shed tears of longing. I had already drunk quite a bit by myself earlier, but now, drinking

with Wenli, I was completely out of control, drinking heartily. I felt that of all things in the world, only

this drink could relieve my worries!

Meanwhile, the newlyweds had come up with a new game. They had the groom lie on his back on the bed, then he stepped

forward, supporting himself with his hands and toes in a push-up position above the bride. Then,

the bride opened her mouth, and a peeled banana was placed in it. The groom then began doing push-ups,

taking a bite of the banana with each push-up, until he had finished the banana in the bride's mouth. The rule was that

he couldn't fall on the bride during the push-ups, otherwise, he had to get a new banana.

The bride lay below, her eyes filled with anxiety, but she couldn't make a sound and could only wait obediently. Seeing

the crowd's enthusiastic reaction and knowing he couldn't escape, the groom had no choice but to oblige. With each push-up, he took a large

bite of a banana, and on the last push, he simply embraced the bride, performing a passionate kiss in front of everyone.

The bride, initially caught off guard, suddenly realized what was happening, pushed the groom away, ran off the bed, and hid in the crowd

. The people laughed even harder, almost rolling on the floor.

I laughed and drank, feeling my vision growing increasingly blurry, until finally I collapsed onto the table.

In my hazy state, I heard someone patting me and calling my name. I responded muffledly, but couldn't open my eyes. I

felt my body being moved, and then I drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but in my hazy state, I felt my throat was so dry it felt like it was about to

crack , and I couldn't help but groan, "Water, water!"

Then I heard someone whisper in my ear, "Dragon, the water is here."

I barely opened my eyes, but I froze. The figure before me made my heart pound violently,

and I didn't know whether to feel pain or joy.

Qiao'er, it was actually Qiao'er! Qiao'er, it was actually you standing before me.

My lips trembled, but I couldn't speak. So many years, so much longing, yet I didn't know

where to begin. I didn't dare blink, afraid that if I blinked, Qiao'er would disappear again.

Qiao'er sat on the edge of the bed, one hand around my neck, making me lean against the headboard, and then she held

the water cup in her other hand to me, gently urging me to drink it little by little.

I stared blankly, the water poured into my mouth, but I didn't know how to swallow. At that moment, the water in my mouth didn't

quench my thirst; instead, it seemed to ignite a fire that had smoldered within me for years.

Water spilled from the corner of her mouth, and Qiao'er quickly wiped it away with her sleeve, turning to put the cup

aside .

I grabbed her from behind, hugged her waist, buried my head in her back, and tears

streamed down my face uncontrollably. Qiao'er, have I finally held you again? Qiao'er, do you know how much I've

missed you all these years, how many times I've woken from nightmares only to face the empty pillow in sorrow? Why,

why did you leave and never look back? Why did you never keep any of the vows you made?

Between sobs, I said, word by word, "Qiao...er...I...really...miss...

you!"

Qiao'er's body stiffened abruptly, gradually hardening in my arms. I hugged her waist tighter;

I was afraid of this unfamiliar feeling. Qiao'er, what have you been doing all these years? You were already so thin, and now you're even

more frail. Have you ever, ever had that one moment when you slowly recalled me in your heart? Qiao'er,

there are so many things I want to say to you!

Qiao'er slowly turned around, two lines of clear tears streaming down her cheeks. I tenderly

cupped Qiao'er, why are your eyes so sorrowful? Why are you crying too? Are you blaming

me? Okay, I won't ask anymore. Why are you still crying? Are you blaming me for not coming to see you all these years

? I still have too many responsibilities I can't let go of. I don't just belong to myself, but my heart shattered the day you

left . Why are you still crying? Please don't cry anymore.

I gently kissed away the tears on Qiao'er's face. You know, I can't bear to see you cry. I

only hate myself for not giving you more happiness back then, and only making you sad time and time again.

I heard Qiao'er whisper in my ear, her voice trembling, "Long, you're so silly!"

I smiled happily, gently licking away the tears that fell from your eyes. I'm not silly, I'm really not

silly, I just can't help but love you! Qiao'er, I've tried to forget, but I've found that if I forget you, I'll lose

myself. Only in my longing for you can I still feel my heart beating. Missing

you has become an instinct in my life.

Qiao'er buried my head in her arms, stroking my hair, her chin resting on my head,

sobbing silently.

I deeply inhaled the familiar scent of her chest, a place I once loved to rest in. Her

heart was pounding fiercely, my face pressing one of her breasts flat. I trembled as I reached out

and, through her clothes, grasped her other breast.

It felt soft, and my tears flowed even more uncontrollably. It was such a familiar feeling,

a scene I had only ever dreamed of, but this morning it had suddenly become reality. Tears gradually

soaked through her clothes, making her breasts even more prominent. I gently caressed the edges of her breasts with my hand

.

Tears streamed down my face, some falling through my hair and onto my forehead.

Qiao'er sobbed, "Why can't you forget?"

I was startled. I reached behind her, embracing her waist with one hand and clutching her

breast . "Qiao'er, why must I forget?" I cried. "I don't want to! I'll never forget you! I want to

keep you by my side forever! Do you know? Only you can make me know what joy is!"

Qiao'er looked up sadly, her voice hoarse. "God, what should I do?"

I looked up in horror at her sorrowful face. Why? Why does loving you cause you so much

pain? Is it only by leaving me that you can be happy? But why did you come back? I know you

can't forget me either. I didn't know how to cherish you before, but now I truly do. I don't ask for everything to start over;

I only ask for this moment, forever.

Qiao'er

lowered her head and cupped my face in her hands, sending her soft, moist tongue into my mouth, preventing me

from speaking further . Salty tears streamed down her lips and into my mouth. I tasted the sweetness of Qiao'er's tongue, and also

the bitterness of her tears; it was hard to say whether it was joy mixed with sorrow, or sorrow mixed with joy.

Qiao'er, do you still remember how I loved to kiss you like this? We used to laugh and say that if we ever ran out of water in

the desert , we could survive by sharing our lives. We didn't lose water in the desert,

but I lost you. Without you, my heart has become a desert.

I closed my eyes slightly, feeling the warmth of Qiao'er's lips, and my hands instinctively went to her chest,

grasping kneading her breasts.

Qiao'er, your breasts are still so firm and full; you still can't resist my teasing, and your nipples stand erect

at . I remember how I used to love to sneak up behind you

when grab you, and put my hands on your breasts, pinching your sensitive nipples. I remember every time

I wanted to make love to you and you said no, I would always grab your breasts, and you would blush and dare not

argue , because your body always betrayed you!

Qiao'er kissed me for a while, then lifted her head and leaned against mine, breathing heavily. Her hand slipped

inside my shirt, stroking my back. She was like a magical musician, her fingers moving freely,

creating a strange tremor in my body, playing a mysterious rhythm within me.

I breathed softly, unbuttoned her shirt, pushed her bra up over her breasts, and her two full

breasts immediately bounced out.

Qiao'er groaned, one hand continuing to stroke me, the other pressing my head against her breast

, murmuring, "Eat my milk!"

My tears almost welled up again. This was a mountain that belonged only to me. Do you remember what we

said ? We said we wouldn't have children after we got married because I didn't want anyone to compete with me for your breasts

. You said you only needed to raise me, this big child.

I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and pressed it against her nipple, but it stubbornly remained erect

. I opened my mouth wide, pulled back my tongue, and took the top of her breast into my mouth. With a forceful suck, I sucked most of her

breast into my mouth. Qiao'er's body trembled immediately, her nails almost digging into my skin.

I moved my head, my lips moving, sucking on one of her breasts, while my other hand forcefully

squeezed her other breast, trying to grasp the hard lump in the center, but it slipped away.

Qiao'er hugged my head even tighter, her breathing becoming more rapid.

I spat out her breast and began suckling at the other. My heart was filled

with joy; the barriers that had long shielded my soul seemed to have crumbled, and even the frozen earth seemed to

breathe . I felt as if I were back in the moment when I first stood naked with Qiao'er, filled

with curiosity about every inch of her skin. I caressed her soft, supple breasts, showering her skin with kisses

, the sounds of her barely concealed moans echoing in my ears.

My kisses gradually moved to her lower abdomen, I loosened her belt, unbuttoned her trousers,

and then unzipped them, revealing her fair thighs. I

gently traced lines on her thighs with my fingertips, hesitant to use too much force, yet still leaving red marks on her skin.

Her legs struggled, trying to twist together, but my hand parted them. The front of her panties

already showed obvious wet stains. I gently touched them with my fingers, and her hips

twitched , but I could still feel the dampness inside her panties.

Just like your nipples always get erect so quickly, your body always gets wet so quickly. I

was once amazed by how much water a woman's body produces. I remember that time I insisted on trying to suck all your saliva dry.

In the end, you were almost limp and begged for mercy, but your saliva kept flowing out

. I had to finally give up that somewhat ridiculous idea. Is your body thinking of me too?

Qiao'er took her hands out of my clothes and started pulling at them, trying to take them off. I quickly and

obediently raised my hands, letting her pull my shirt down. Then Qiao'er lay on top of me and began to

kiss my skin.

I straightened her hands and took off her outer clothes as well. My hands caressed her back, and I unhooked her

bra, freeing her upper body.

Qiao'er pressed her breasts tightly against my chest, her hands caressing my back, and moaned, "Long, hold

me tight!"

I wrapped my arms around her body, tightening my grip, and heard her knuckles creak

. My dear Qiao'er, I'd rather do nothing but hold you like this, let us be even

closer , I want to melt into one with you.

Qiao'er let out a muffled moan, her fingers clawing at my back.

Qiao'er, my dear Qiao'er, you're still so merciless. Remember that time we were so passionate,

I had to wear turtlenecks for days? You not only scratched my back but also kissed my neck

, and you looked at me innocently, blaming me for being too wild with you. Why were we together before?

Why were we so crazy? Had we already foreseen that we wouldn't have a tomorrow?

I kissed her fragrant lips while placing my hand on her buttocks. Qiao'er raised her buttocks slightly,

allowing me to pull her pants down. My lips parted hers, kissing her rounded chin,

gliding over her smooth belly, and landing on her inner thighs. My tongue, through her panties, touched her moist,

mysterious area.

I pulled her panties down, and the unique, damp scent of a woman's genitals filled

my . I couldn't help but close my eyes and take a deep breath.

Qiao'er pulled me down, making me lie on top of her, and said shyly, "Don't look, it's too ugly."

I couldn't help but laugh. My dear Qiao'er, what part of you is ugly? To me, who loves you, every

part is my most precious treasure.

Qiao'er flipped over, pinning me beneath her. She then bent down to unbutton my pants. I

waited quietly for her to remove my clothes. When my penis sprang forth, bouncing before her, she

let out a soft "Oh," a seductive sound like a kitten in heat.

She pulled down my pants, then leaned over me, rubbing my penis against the inside of her thighs,

her fingers tracing a fine hair on my chest.

I flipped over again, pinning her beneath me, kneeling before her, and parted her legs .

Qiao'er's rosy vulva was revealed before me. I knelt between her legs like a pilgrim, the familiar

scent , the familiar door. When will you return, and the door will open for you? Today I have finally returned, returned to worship this

blessed land, this place of cultivation that belongs only to me.

But I found it strange. Qiao'er's buds, always so delicate with fine, sparse hairs,

had grown much more lush over the years, and her petals had become much larger and thicker. The entrance was still as

alluring as ever, slightly open, with a gentle trickle flowing out.

Qiao'er pulled my hand, trying to pull me onto her, murmuring, "Dragon, don't look, come

and hold me tight."

I gently tapped her palm with my fingers, lowered my head, and slowly approached her jade gate. My other hand cupped

the skin on her inner thigh; it was still so elastic. Qiao'er, I remember you loved it when I sucked your

saliva, but since you left, I haven't tasted such deliciousness. Today, I

can fulfill my wish again.

I extended my tongue and gently touched her petals. Qiao'er's legs trembled violently, she screamed

, and then groaned, "Dragon, no, don't eat it, it's too dirty."

Silly Qiao'er, this is the most delicious tonic in the world, how could it be dirty? My tongue

slowly before I moved my lips away.

Qiao'er's legs were tense under my palm, her buttocks slightly raised, as if chasing after my

tongue.

I lowered my head, burying my nose in her pubic hair, inhaling the dampness within, then licked her petals

along the folds between her thighs and vulva.

Qiao'er moaned softly, the slit between her petals seeming to open slightly, revealing

the pink flesh inside, and a small protrusion.

I placed a finger between her lips, letting her suck on it. Qiao'er, like a drowning person grasping at a

straw, clung to my hand, sucking hard between her lips, occasionally gently

biting it .

I took her two petals into my mouth, probing inside with my tongue, slightly spreading them apart, my tongue tip

touching the tender flesh inside, brushing up and down, swirling left and right within her vulva. Because my mouth

was wide open, saliva flowed down my tongue into her vulva, but when my tongue retracted, it brought back

her saliva, preventing me from becoming too thirsty.

I opened my mouth again, raised it, and my tongue explored along the inner side of her petals until I found her slightly protruding

pearl , teasing it around the edge. Her little pearl had become very hard, and I used my tongue

to lick away the thin skin still covering it, then gradually pressed it into the tender flesh, teasing it out with the tip of my tongue

.

Just as my tongue touched the pearl, Qiao'er bit my finger, biting harder with

each , until I could barely bear it, while she remained oblivious, her body seemingly paralyzed.

I tried to pull my finger out, but couldn't. So I opened my lips again, took her little pearl

into my mouth, and slowly sucked it in.

At this, Qiao'er opened her mouth wide and let out a sharp "Ah!" Her thighs trembled rapidly

as she cried out, "No...don't stop..."

I quickly pressed my lips to her petals, using my tongue to pry open her delicate slit, forming a funnel shape inside.

Sweet, thick saliva flowed down my tongue and into my mouth. I lingered,

stirring my tongue within her flesh, not wanting to miss a single drop. You see, I had craved this deliciousness for so many years! But

Qiao'er 's insides were like an inexhaustible spring. My tongue was getting tired, yet her saliva continued

to flow out.

My lips held her bud, and I turned my body around, reaching under her knees to

scoop her legs into my hands. I twisted my waist and leaned over her, forming a "69" position with her on top, placing

my penis between her lips. At the same time, I bent her legs back, trapping my head between them,

allowing me to better lick her vulva.

Qiao'er took my precious thing into her mouth, licking the tip with her tongue while sucking it in with her throat

. I felt a tingling sensation on my scalp, and could only hold her petals in my mouth, licking them incessantly. At first, I

remembered to lift my hips, but later I just kept pressing down, pushing my entire thing into Qiao'er's mouth.

Qiao'er moaned softly, using her hands to support my hips, trying her best to lift them up.

I held her thighs, turned my body slightly to one side, and used my elbows to prop myself up, flipping myself

onto the bottom. Qiao'er then lay prone on top of me, my tongue still inserted in her jade gate.

Qiao'er rolled over and immediately started to wiggle her buttocks, forcing me to hold on tightly. She spat out

my precious thing, coughed a few times, couldn't help but moan a few times, and then lay down again, rubbing her jade breasts against me.

Her body, however, no longer held the entire thing in her mouth, but instead used her nimble tongue to lick the edge of the tip.

I grabbed her buttocks with my hands, pulling them apart to make her petals more prominent. Qiao'er kept contracting

upwards , and I held her thighs to keep her still, stretching out my tongue and stirring it vigorously,

panting heavily. As I licked, her saliva flowed into my mouth, my tongue tip like a

drill , and the depths of her jade gate like a sweet spring.

Qiao'er opened her cherry lips and enveloped my penis from the side, gently rubbing it between her lips. Occasionally, she would use her fingers

to tease the gap between her thighs, gently tugging at the outer skin of her scrotum.

My legs couldn't help but tremble under her teasing, I opened my legs, pulled my buttocks back, and thrust

forward, freeing my penis from her lips, and in the instant of its erection, I pushed it into her mouth.

Qiao'er pinched and played with the fleshy sac below my penis with one hand, while her other hand caressed my belly. She took

my penis into her lips and began to suck and swallow it rhythmically. Because she was on top, she could control the depth of

her swallowing , preventing herself from suffocating. However, she still tried her best to

swallow it completely each time.

I began to wriggle my hips. After licking for so long, my mouth felt a little

sore , but I still stretched out my tongue as far as I could, sucking on her petals and then her bud. Her vulva and

my mouth were wet and sticky; I couldn't tell which was saliva and which was her bodily fluids.

Qiao'er, I felt so happy, so happy. This must be what they mean by heavenly pleasure. With you, I don't care whether

I'm a god or a mortal. As long as I'm with you, and only with you can I truly

feel inner joy! If people really have souls, then my soul is now intoxicated. I

lifted 　　her thighs, turning her body in the opposite direction from mine, while my penis remained in her mouth

. The movement intensified the pleasure of our lips rubbing together. 　　Qiao'er didn't understand what I was doing; she just lay there, clutching my penis to keep it from escaping her mouth, letting me move her body. 　　After moving her legs away from my face, I continued to move myself out from under her. Qiao'er seemed to understand; she took my penis into her mouth, supported herself with her hands, and began to move towards my lower body. 　　As she turned, my penis was twisted by her lips, the stimulation becoming even more intense, causing me to involuntarily take a deep breath. My penis also hardened further, filling her small mouth completely. 　　Finally, Qiao'er could no longer endure it, supporting my penis with her hands, spitting it out from between her lips, breathing heavily , then turning and getting off the ground. 　　As I was wondering what was going on, Qiao'er opened the bedside table, took out a small bag, bit it open pulled out a condom. Instead of giving it to me directly, she held it to her lips, leaned down, and guided my penis with her hand, slowly slipping the condom . 　　I looked at her gratefully; having Qiao'er was my greatest happiness. She climbed back onto the bed, bent , and knelt on either side of me, raising her buttocks. She guided my penis to her vulva, then sat down. 　　My penis parted her bud, and she released her hands, supporting my body as she slowly squatted down, enveloping my penis in a warm, moist place. 　　I spread my legs as wide as possible, making the contact more direct, and let out a long sigh of relief. What a warm feeling! Is this what it feels like for a wanderer returning home? I couldn't help but say to Qiao'er with deep affection , "I love you!" 　　Qiao'er's body trembled again, a contraction running through her. She slowly sat up, beginning to draw circles with her hips, back and forth, left and right. My penis was tightly gripped and rotating within her, making me gasp for breath, trying my best to calm my excitement. 　　I told myself I had to stay calm; I couldn't be too excited, I couldn't appear so , so easily drained of its juices. 　　I took deep breaths, trying to focus on the loving moments I had shared with Qiao'er, rather than the physical intimacy before me. This gradually made Qiao'er's movements less sensitive, and my penis gradually became more active, moving with her movements. 　　Qiao'er sat down and stopped rotating. She had been kneeling on my waist, using her legs for support, but now she was in a squatting position, like someone using a squat toilet. However, this made it easier for her to move her hips. 　　Her body began to spin again, her two full breasts, heavy with weight, dangling in front of her chest, swinging back and forth with her movements. Not satisfied with just spinning, Qiao'er pressed her hands against her knees, bouncing her hips up and down. 　　I admired her breasts bouncing like little rabbits, an uncontrollable surge of pleasure coursing through every nerve. Qiao'er's movements intensified, and I felt a spasmodic pain in my lower abdomen. Yet, I couldn't help but thrust upwards with all my might each time. 　　I knew I couldn't let her continue like this, or I would surely lose control. I couldn't remain passive ; I had to be a conqueror, not a enslaved one. 　　I pulled her legs to my chest, spreading them to either side. Qiao'er, tired from bouncing, leaned against my chest, breathing heavily. 　　I held her waist, slowly straightened my upper body, and sat up. I placed my hands on her buttocks and gently rocked her back and forth. This way, my sensation wasn't very strong, allowing me to catch my breath. But according to Qiao'er, the sensation was much more intense for her. Although the movements weren't vigorous, she could feel , and this gentle feeling made her body feel even better. 　　Qiao'er had once said that she didn't actually like vigorous movements; comparatively, she preferred...

Gentle and soft movements, so she could feel my love even more. But often, under

my final, forceful thrusts, although she wasn't entirely comfortable, she lost control and became

wildly passionate .

"Qiao'er, I love you so much!" I slipped my tongue into her lips, entwining and sucking with hers. The kiss was

delicate and tender, a kiss of hearts, a silent dialogue between two souls.

After a while, Qiao'er released my tongue, breathing slightly, and said, "Come on, Dragon!"

I wrapped one arm around her waist, and with the other, I supported myself behind my back. Qiao'er also supported

herself , and her hips began to sway again.

I bent my legs, using the power of my hips to thrust my penis deep into her flower core again and again.

When I withdrew, Qiao'er would pull back, and then I would thrust forward forcefully, and Qiao'er

would meet me with all her might, my penis hitting her flower core hard.

Qiao'er gradually went wild, her hair whipping around, obscuring half her face. She opened

her mouth , her pink tongue lolling out, screaming "Ahhh!" repeatedly, looking incredibly sexy.

Seeing Qiao'er's extreme excitement, I felt a surge of accomplishment .

What a blissful thing it is for a man to make his woman go wild with him! Qiao'er, I love you, and I want to give you

all of a woman.

Lost in thought, I didn't notice, and my penis didn't penetrate her core, remaining

outside .

I pulled Qiao'er's legs, making her lie down, bending them against her body. I pulled my legs

back, adopting a squatting position, and guided my penis to her core, thrusting it in all the way. Her

petals were wide open, I wondered how much fluid she had secreted.

I placed her feet on my thighs, pressing my penis tightly against her core, and started bouncing.

This time, every part of her core was powerfully stimulated, and Qiao'er

cried out "Mmm...mmm..." incessantly, sometimes loudly, sometimes softly.

After a few jumps, I felt uncomfortable, so I knelt down, then supported her legs with my hands,

leaned forward , and instead of just inserting my penis, began to thrust rapidly, each thrust plunging heavily into her

core.

Qiao'er moaned softly beneath me; if you only heard the sounds, you'd think she was being tortured,

crying and groaning as if she were dying. How could you know she was experiencing extreme excitement?

She gripped the sheets, her body swaying violently. The once neatly made bed

was now a mess beneath us, hanging halfway down the floor. Two large embroidered pillows lay scattered, one beside

the bed , the other kicked to the floor.

Looking at Qiao'er, I felt an overwhelming urge to howl. I

felt like a wild wolf, and she was my perfect prey. I was like a proud and resolute

pioneer , venturing alone into a mysterious land that had existed since ancient times, determined to prove my existence

and to sow my seeds here.

Our skin was sensitive and trembling; we both breathed heavily, struggling, desperately trying

to grasp something, yet only able to entwine our bodies.

We were like a pair of ignorant, clumsy birds, lost in the dark night after the storm,

groping and searching in the darkness, experiencing joy, fear, tension, and trembling. We were also like a pair of warriors destined to

meet , engaging in a sleepless, intense, and fierce battle once we met.

She moaned, instinctively offering her body to receive my thrusts again and again, and I

had only : to conquer her, to merge my life with hers.

She clenched her hands into two fists, as if grasping her last bit of strength, pressing tightly against the bed rails.

I was now on top of her, like doing push-ups, using my hands and feet to thrust

deeply stroke.

Her dazed eyes looked at me, already drenched in sweat, filled with heartache, but she was

powerless to help. She herself seemed lost in the moment. She groaned, a

smile of excruciating pain mixed with profound pleasure playing on her lips, a mysterious, complex, and indescribable joy.

I felt as if I had entered a dreamlike realm,

waves engulfing us, immersing us in a blissful haze.

The intense struggle felt like an eternity until finally I felt sleepy and exhausted. The passion that had been dormant

within roared, yearning to erupt.

I lifted her body and slowly moved backward, getting off the bed and standing on the floor. I pressed my knees

against the edge of the bed, pinning her legs to her chest, and panted, "I'm coming, I'm going to speed things up

."

Qiao'er let out a long groan and whispered, "Long, don't worry about me, come on!"

I gripped her shoulders and pressed my body down as hard as I could, climbing towards the final

climax .

Qiao'er was like a helpless little boat, violently tossed about by the raging storm,

groaning in pain, her voice gradually becoming weak and feeble.

Do you know? I really love you so much! I gripped her shoulders tightly, I know I must have hurt her

, but I felt like I was about to faint.

Finally, I let out a low growl, collapsing onto her body, drenched in sweat, no longer wanting to move. Qiao'er

held me tightly, patting my back several times, stroking my hair with one hand to calm me down.

Everything that had just happened has vanished like a dream. Only low breaths and quiet warmth remain 　　. Happiness, like water, gradually overwhelms me, and I

finally find peace in Qiao'er's arms 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　.

=== ...

The next morning, I awoke with a start, my body still lingering on the pleasure of the dream. I remembered

everything from the dream, but there was no one in my arms, and the space beside me was empty. I thought it was a dream, but

the bed was a mess. The most obvious evidence was a condom in the trash can next to the bed, still filled

with thick semen. The dream was real, but who was this woman?

I knew it wasn't Qiao'er. A wave of despair washed over me. My Qiao'er would never

come back . Perhaps she was telling me in this way that I could have a new life. But if I hadn't

been drunk yesterday, if I hadn't mistaken her for Qiao'er, how could I have experienced such pleasure?

Over the years, I've had women in my life, but none of them could bring me to a climax,

both . After each time I made love to them, I felt no pleasure, only a deep exhaustion. I didn't

know why I did it, I didn't know what I wanted.

I looked around again and realized this wasn't my home at all. It looked like

a girl's bedroom, decorated very warmly.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and a woman walked in.

[The End]

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