For whom do I stand weary from the wind and dust all night?

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That night, I was in a terrible mood! I wanted to hide in a secluded corner, cry and scream until I died!

But there wasn't even such a place in the world! There was nowhere I could go. I wandered the streets alone

.

It was a bustling metropolis, with cars flowing like water, people coming and going, and dazzling lights. But all of this

had nothing ! I didn't know how to describe my feelings—was it depression? Despair? Angry? Sadness?

Indulgence? Loneliness? ...and so on. Perhaps it was a combination of all of these.

Around ten o'clock, I went into a disco. I couldn't think of anywhere else I could go to wallow in despair.

I ordered a bottle of Tiger beer and gulped it down. I thought, I like it here, I like the chaos here

(because I don't have to pretend to be serious), I like the darkness here (because I don't want others to see me clearly),

I like the deafening noise (because I want to scream), I like to sway to my heart's content (crazycrazy!)

...

On the dance floor, I twisted and screamed by myself... I don't know how much time passed. When I felt tired

, I felt much better. I relaxed my body, swaying slightly, watching

the lead dancer on the platform while casually glancing at the people around me. —The girl on my left caught

my eye. I looked at her because I remembered her long hair brushing against my left cheek several times while I was half-closing my eyes and dancing aimlessly

; several times our bodies brushed against each other, leaving me with a soft, elastic

feeling. Then, she attracted me—her flowing hair, her aloof yet pretty face, her red top, her firm

breasts, her black knee-length skirt, her slender, shapely calves, and her black sneakers. And, she didn't seem to have

the usual escorts.

Perhaps sensing my gaze, she turned her head, glanced at me, still expressionless. I

stared back indifferently until she looked away. The music continued. I wiped my sweat, wondering

whether leave or stay. Before I could decide, the song ended, and the DJ announced that the next dance was a slow

dance! I turned my head and saw the girl had stopped moving and was standing there quietly. The crowd around her was

dispersing. Without thinking, I stepped forward and softly said to her, "May I dance with you?" She looked up at me,

and I looked into her eyes. There seemed to be something indescribable in her eyes. Then she nodded.

It was so natural—I wrapped my arms around her waist, and her arms were around my neck. The dance floor was filled

with mist , and we moved gently in the mist, inhaling the cool air. The music was "I Love You So Much."

Normally, I probably wouldn't have the courage or the luck to ask a stranger out like this on the dance floor.

Only tonight, in this decadent state of mind, was I afraid to do anything.

We danced. She didn't look at me, but turned her head to my left shoulder, and I could faintly smell the fragrance of her hair.

I whispered in her ear, "Are you alone?"

She softly hummed in agreement.

"Oh, me too," I said.

"I'm not in a good mood today," she continued.

"Oh, same here," I replied.

She glanced up at me, then looked down again, continuing in the same position.

The song ended, and I don't know the name of the next one. But we continued to move gently

around the dance floor, still embracing each other. Having a girl like this in my arms stirred my emotions. Her breasts would occasionally

brush against mine, a soft, elusive feeling that was both comforting and alluring. My hands

were relatively obediently around her waist, but temptation was already creeping in: if my hands moved downwards… I

started to feel my heart pounding.

The song finally ended. Next, it seemed, was a raffle.

I asked her, "Shall I buy you something to drink?" She nodded.

So I took her hand and led her out of the dance floor. As we left, I wondered if it was appropriate for me to be holding her hand like that

… But in fact, she didn't refuse. This realization suddenly gave me a lot of confidence.

We found a seat near the bar. She ordered a Corona, and I ordered a Tiger.

For a moment, I didn't know where to begin. So we silently clinked our bottles a few times and drank in silence. I

could finally get a better look at her face. Her face wasn't the standard oval shape of a beauty; it was rather

round . Her eyes were quite bright and intelligent, unlike the coldness I'd felt on the dance floor. She seemed to have a small dimple on her left cheek. In short,

she was the kind of girl who was beautiful because she was cute—if she could smile brightly in the sunlight.

I considered a few questions: How old are you? What do you do? Where do you live? ... But

then I thought those questions were utterly pointless.

Finally, I broke the silence with, "What time is it?"

She pulled out a small Panasonic phone, checked the time, and said, "A little past 12:40."

"Oh, where do you want to go later?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said, "I have nowhere to go."

I took a sip of my drink and smiled, "Me too. I need to think about where to hang out after the disco closes at 2."

She looked at me and smiled for some reason. As I expected, her smile was adorable.

"Do you like to sing?" she asked.

"It's alright. We usually don't call it 'singing,' when my friends and I go out, we call it 'shouting songs,'" I

said.

"You can go sing. I've sung all night with friends before. Then we go shopping in the morning and go back

to sleep in the afternoon," she said with a smile.

"Impressive. Let's go to a karaoke bar later," I said.

After half a bottle of wine, a faint blush appeared on her face. My eyes kept involuntarily

drifting to her firm breasts, and the thought of the view under her red dress made my heart flutter.

I asked her, "If you hadn't run into me, where would you have gone?"

"Hmm," she laughed, "maybe I'd find a decent guy and go home with him."

"Hehe, luckily you ran into me," I said. I thought to myself, it's better to go home with me than with a middle-aged man

. Looking at her, an impulse grew stronger and stronger: I wanted to sleep with her.

Afterwards, we held hands and danced for a while longer.

Before the disco closed, we sneaked out and found a karaoke bar, planning to spend the night there. We ordered a small...

We got to a private room and I asked the waiter about the price. I figured I had just enough money, but

I definitely couldn't order any more snacks or drinks.

Then she said, "Let's split the bill."

I smiled and replied, "If I don't have enough money, you can pay for it."

I felt a little embarrassed letting a girl pay.

I told the waiter I wanted two cold drinks and a plate of pistachios. The waiter pushed open the door and went out.

Turning back, I saw her looking at the song list with great interest.

I thought for a moment, then went outside, called the waiter back, and said, "Once the food is served,

we don't need anything else. Don't come in unless I call you." The waiter nodded knowingly.

Then I went in and looked at the song list with her, only to find it was all old songs, so I grumbled along with her about how lousy the karaoke bar was.

Then we started randomly ordering all sorts of things. The silliness lightened our spirits. We each grabbed

a microphone and jokingly sang Na Ying's "Conquer." Her voice was slightly immature, but quite pleasant.

I, on the other hand, played the clown, occasionally cracking a joke.

After the waiter brought the drinks and snacks, I went to the door to close it tightly. Turning around,

I saw she had taken off her shoes, half-lying on the bed, microphone in one hand, singing with a beaming smile, "Seven out of ten

boys are dull, eight are bad..."

I smiled and sat down on the bed next to her feet. A quick glance, oh my god! Her

skirt wasn't long to begin with, and her half-lying position exposed her pale thighs perfectly to my view! I could

even see a corner of her underwear! My blood started rushing and my heart was pounding!

After finishing the song, during a break, I smiled and said to her, "Come sit over here, let's sing together."

She stood up with a smile, moving closer to me in time with the rhythm. Just as she was about to sit down, I pulled her hand and dragged her into my

lap . I wrapped my left arm tightly around her waist and said, "How about we sing like this?"

She turned and smiled sweetly, exhaling at me before turning back to watch TV. I smelled the mixture of beer and

girl's scent. My legs felt the soft elasticity of her buttocks, and I couldn't help but imagine what lay between

her legs … My body immediately reacted intensely, my penis hardening… I

thought to myself, "Oh no." She must have sensed my reaction, probably unsure what to do, remaining motionless. I decided

to go all in, so I turned her body around and kissed her deeply on her red lips. She didn't resist,

letting me hold her tightly. My tongue slipped into her mouth, finding hers, and then intertwined with hers; the warm

, moist sensation ignited my desire.

My right hand slipped under her skirt, caressing her thigh. She reached out to stop me, but

it was no use. Her thighs were smooth and full. My hand continued upwards, pressing between her legs! She

seemed a little anxious; she tilted her head back, pulled away from my lips, and whispered breathlessly, "No."

I stared at her flushed face, smiling, while my right hand gently caressed her panties. I said, "I

want you." She looked at me shyly and said, "Not here." I laughed, "It's okay,

I told them not to come in!" She reached out and pinched my nose, scolding, "I didn't know you

were so naughty!" I knew she had given her permission, and chuckled, "Then let me be naughty!" "

My right hand resolutely slipped inside her panties, touching the pubic hair on her mound, then gently pressing down to

the upper part of her labia. I lightly stroked and caressed her delicate lips. She leaned against my left shoulder, beginning to

pant softly, letting me invade her. My penis was already painfully hard, I desperately wanted to thrust into her

honey pot!

I gently kissed her earlobe and her neck. My right hand began to pull down her panties. One of her

hands instinctively tried to stop me, but it was a feigned resistance. I pulled down her panties, and saw that they were pink

with floral patterns, so cute. I put..." Her panties were tucked behind me. Her private parts were completely exposed!

I suppressed the urge to enter her immediately, reaching inside her shirt to unhook her bra and

tuck aside. But in this small private room, I wasn't bold enough to strip her completely naked; it would be too

dangerous.

My hand then slipped inside her shirt, grasping her right breast, squeezing it lightly! I couldn't help but groan

inwardly ; it felt so good! Her breasts were just the right size, soft and firm. My hand could just barely hold most of it—

exactly my type! She started moaning softly in my ear. The sound of her voice... I was overwhelmed with passion.

I freed my hands, unbuckled my belt and zipper, pulled down my

underwear erect penis! I picked her up, spread her legs, and had her straddle my lap. Her arms were around

my neck, her head resting on my left shoulder. After adjusting our position, I took one of her small hands and guided it to my

penis . Her small hand first gently touched it, then carefully grasped my penis... Her body

trembled, and suddenly her small hand quickly stroked my penis twice, then she released her hand, hugged my head, and kissed my face and lips

passionately , while pushing her body forward!

I was already unable to resist, and without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around her waist, my penis finding its

way to her soft, moist vulva (I imagined her juices had already seeped out), and I

thrust upwards forcefully, instantly feeling a warm, tight, wet, and slippery hole envelop my penis! I was filled with passion... I couldn't help but

moan , and she let out a soft "woof" in my ear! Oh, it feels so good! I felt as if my whole body was bathed

in pleasure, and my heart was filled with immense satisfaction. I moved her hips, and she cooperated with my rhythm,

making my penis thrust in and out of her honey pot.

We kissed incessantly. My hands were constantly shifting: one around her waist, the other

caressing her body (her buttocks, her thighs, her breasts, her back...). Thinking of her

breasts , I couldn't help but gently push her body away, flipping up her shirt to expose her beautiful breasts to

my eyes! Her breasts trembled incessantly, her two nipples rosy and incredibly alluring. I looked at her: her

head was slightly lowered, her cheeks flushed and hot, her eyes slightly closed as if she dared not look at me, her small mouth slightly open and breathing rapidly,

everything telling me that her desire was also burning. This scene filled my heart with possessiveness and a desire to conquer.

Overflowing! I just wanted to possess her madly, to ravage her vagina, to make her completely mine! The surging lust made

me feel like I was about to explode! I gripped her waist tightly with both hands, then lifted her body and pressed down with all my might

! My penis was enveloped in pleasure, each thrust penetrating to the deepest part of her honeypot! "Ah! Ah!" she

couldn't help but cry out loudly. ...This startled me! I quickly slowed down and whispered, "Keep it down!"

She buried her head shyly in my shoulder and hummed in agreement.

I would occasionally lower my head to kiss her breasts and nipples. Every now and then, I would suddenly thrust forcefully

. After countless times, this position tired me, so I stopped and kissed her. She

pulled down her shirt, covering her beautiful breasts. Then she adjusted her skirt to cover her buttocks, still sitting

between my legs (my penis still inside her vagina). If someone came in at this moment, they certainly

wouldn't .

The music was still playing, but we hadn't noticed at all. Just then, I realized that "I Really

Love You" was playing .

We listened for a while,

then smiled at each other. I asked her with a laugh, "Was it good?"

She bit my nose and whispered, "You little rascal."

I said, "Who told you to be so pretty and cute? If I couldn't fuck you, I'd regret it for the rest of my life."

I deliberately whispered the word "fuck."

She giggled, "Sigh, you can't judge a book by its cover. You look so refined and elegant, but I never expected you to be such a little

pervert! Humph!"

I said, "Who was moaning so happily just now?" As I said this, my penis suddenly hardened. She suddenly

cried out "Ah!" again. After realizing what was happening, she raised her little fist and lightly punched my shoulder,

giggling , "You little rascal, you little pervert..."

I couldn't resist, hugged her tightly again,

and... we did this several times. Finally, my penis couldn't take any more stimulation, so I

laid her down on the carpet, inserted myself into her vagina from the front, and thrust quickly and forcefully a dozen times. Just before

ejaculating, I pulled out, ejaculating all over the floor. Then we cleaned up, got dressed,

and wiped the semen off the floor.

After tidying up, I held her against the bed, and drifted off to sleep for what seemed like forever until dawn.

When we parted, we exchanged phone numbers and kissed goodbye. Her face was tired but smiling.

The sun hadn't risen yet, and the cool light shone between us and around us. Suddenly, I began to hate daylight.

Watching her figure disappear into the taxi, and then watching the taxi disappear from my sight,

it felt as if something inside me had disappeared, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

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