[It's more exciting when someone is spying on you]

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My girlfriend from a few years ago was truly beautiful. She was gorgeous, 1.63 meters tall, with a head of

lustrous black hair, and large, alluring eyes. She spoke softly and gently. What drove me wild was

her full, round breasts, which almost seemed to burst out of her bra.

She worked in another city, and whenever I traveled for work, I would always stop by to visit her (I had already been twice). We would take a nap

there . The third time I went, I again rented

a room at a guesthouse near her workplace's residential area. My girlfriend naturally came to keep me company. Knowing I was coming, she wore a tight, sexy, flesh-colored

low-cut top, which immediately aroused me.

Before entering the room, I saw a few teenage girls pointing and gossiping, but I didn't care.

My girlfriend lowered her head, tugged at my clothes, and hurried me inside. After exchanging only a few words, I drew the curtains, picked her up, kissed her, touched

her breasts, and massaged her vulva. Actually, this wasn't our first time having sex. After a

few moments of hesitation, she cooperated and got into character, lying down quietly for me to caress her. She told me to be quiet and then tilted her head back, waiting to enjoy herself.

I couldn't wait to push up her bra, revealing a pair of snow-white breasts. Her pink

nipples trembled slightly on her chest, making my heart flutter. I caressed her tender and elastic breasts,

one hand slowly sliding down her nipples, stroking her flat, snow-white abdomen, touching her soft, sparse pubic hair a few times, before stopping

at her plump labia. Her labia were slightly parted at this moment. I parted her labia and rubbed her delicate clitoris,

which soon became wet.

I pulled off her underwear and inserted my penis into her already overflowing, wet vagina. A violent jolt

shook the bed, making it creak loudly. Soon, her breathing became more rapid, and I heard

soft, wet sounds coming from her lower body. Her vulva was slippery and sticky, and our breathing grew heavier.

At the same time, I gently rubbed my thighs between her legs. Her arms around my neck tightened.

Suddenly, she whispered, "Someone's here." Startled, I followed her gaze and saw

shadows moving under the doorframe, and more than one person. We immediately understood—it was those girls outside the door. The

door was of poor quality, with several cracks. Through the cracks, they could see what we were doing inside. The bed was positioned perpendicular to

the doorway, making it a perfect scene for those young girls experiencing their first stirrings of love. We could even

hear them softly moaning, probably discussing the spectacle.

My girlfriend kept saying, "Get up, we can't do this anymore." I was in the throes of passion; how could I let this wonderful thing slip by? I was determined

to see it through to the end. I pressed my hands against her full, white breasts, my penis continuing to throb inside her

, while she struggled desperately, repeatedly saying, "No, no..." I pressed

her down hard, not letting her stop. We rolled around on the bed, tightly pressed together. My penis felt

incredibly was incredibly hard. The more she struggled, the more

I heard people peeping outside and making indistinct noises, the stronger my sensory stimulation became. The excitement and pleasure overwhelmed me.

Soon her resistance subsided, and I heard my girlfriend moaning softly, sometimes groaning in

pleasure, sometimes uttering "No, no..." in her sleep. The frenzied, intense lovemaking, the unrestrained

moans and whispered anxious cries, immersed us both in a wave of surging pleasure. The waves of friction

and spasms, the violent impacts, and the thrill of being watched from outside the door also excited her, and soon her juices began

to gush out. With a soft cry, "I'm about to come!" she straightened her legs, her vagina tightened, and I felt a

gush of hot, wet fluid erupt.

At that moment, I too reached my climax, my semen shooting from the base of my penis. I was at the peak of excitement, feeling swayed as if floating on

clouds, disoriented. We held each other tightly, as if breathless, completely still. Then

I heard my girlfriend's voice outside: "Look, that girl is itching to death." Oh dear, she's really holding on tight.

I grinned, while my girlfriend, eyes closed and silent, also secretly smiled.

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