The Girl Next Door's Sweetheart

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The Girl Next Door's Sweet Romance (Part 1)

As the saying goes, "A rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow," and I understand that principle, but sometimes there are things

I can't control. I've been having an affair with my neighbor's daughter for a year now, and we're both content with our current situation,

so we're continuing. Looking back, I feel that enjoying this happiness is one of life's greatest pleasures.

When my parents' work unit allocated them welfare housing, we often visited our current neighbors. After my father retired, he moved

to a more peaceful place to retire, and I took over his job and still live here. Since my neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Zhang

, are a generation older than me and know me very well, I often visit them to play cards or just drop by. I never

thought I would make a move on their only daughter, until one day, by chance.

That day, probably because summer vacation had started, Mr. Zhang asked me to help him figure out how to set up his computer for internet access. He probably

knew I'd had broadband for two years and was somewhat of an expert, so he asked me to help. When I entered

their house that day, Xiaoling was also home; it must have been summer vacation.

"Where should we put the computer?" I asked.

"It's in Lingling's room! She used to nag me all the time about getting broadband, and I promised to get it for her during summer vacation."

Old Zhang seemed to care quite a bit about his daughter.

Entering Lingling's room, I found it quite charmingly decorated. I thought to myself, "Girls' rooms are so different

!" She treated me like a mentor, asking how to get online. It was actually very simple; adding and setting up

an account and password solved it in minutes. I let Lingling try it,

and she logged into QQ as soon as she sat down. At that moment, I still thought she was a little girl. Seeing her on QQ, I

suddenly realized that Lingling had grown up and was no longer the naive little girl she once was.

I wondered why this thought came to me, considering her developing breasts and full, rounded hips—

she was a blossoming young woman, radiating youthful vitality. I consciously and secretly memorized her QQ number.

Lingling's QQ name was "Wind Blows Flowers Bloom," very poetic. I added Lingling as a friend, and at that moment, she didn't

realize that "Heavenly Sword" was me. Perhaps because Lingling wasn't very experienced with the internet and everything was

new , I acted as her guide in this virtual world. Maybe it was my enthusiasm, but Lingling quickly

trusted me. I taught her as much as I could about the basics of using the internet, and in the process, I learned about

her preferences and some of her inner thoughts. Within a few days, she progressed rapidly, and those extremely

simple common-sense questions gradually disappeared. Perhaps it was because of my preconceived notions, or perhaps it was her naivety,

but she didn't realize the potential impact the internet might have on her. Everyone has curiosity, and Lingling seemed to have developed

curiosity about me as well, inquiring about my background. I concealed my true identity while remaining truthful, afraid that if I told

her who I was, she would ignore me, because initially I didn't intend to tell her, at least not yet.

Mortals can't understand what emotions are. Chatting with Lingling on QQ every day, I seemed to be

influenced, playing games and listening to music with her. I wondered why I wanted to please her; I just felt that her happiness made me happy too—

it was a strange feeling. And this feeling wasn't unique to me; Ling had also said to me,

"You've been so kind these past few days, teaching me so many things. I feel especially happy spending time with you!"

Any man would feel happy upon hearing such words. "Really? I feel the same way. I can

even feel your smile as beautiful as a blooming flower, and your heartbeat!" I texted back.

"Honey, can I call you that?" Ling suddenly sent this message.

"Wife, as long as you're willing, I'm willing to protect you!" I thought for a long time. I couldn't help but be surprised at

how bold young girls are when they're in love these days.

Since Ling took the initiative to ask me to be her husband, our conversation naturally became more open. When discussing sex, she

didn't shy away, and I could sense from her questions that she was also trying to gain some kind of satisfaction from it, which seemed quite naive,

after all, she was just a young girl who hadn't experienced anything.

Once, twice, in this virtual world of the internet, we completed the entire process of sex entirely through text,

so much so that when I saw her in real life afterwards, my feelings were completely different; I wanted to experience it in real life even more.

I was also amazed: it was unbelievable how quickly our online relationship had progressed—we'd only been

chatting intimately for a month!

Even though I'd told her I was a full twelve years older than her and already married, she didn't seem to mind at all,

saying, "As long as you're here, you belong to me, and I belong to you." I was so pleased. "If you're

willing to accept it, I can give you even more!" At that moment, I wanted to tell her that I was

Uncle Li, the neighbor she saw every day! But I was afraid of scaring her and didn't dare tell her! Afraid of messing things up! I

was waiting for the right opportunity! Later, I realized that things would fall into place naturally, and much of my worry was unnecessary, but caution was still necessary.

Our virtual sex became uncontrollable; we were like a newlywed couple on our honeymoon,

making ! I controlled the pace, but every step was taken under her bold guidance. I still

clearly remember the hour before I truly embraced Ling'er—the tension, the

anticipation , the anxiety, all mixed with confusion. That afternoon, Ling'er and I tacitly logged on at the same time

.

"Honey, did you miss me?" Ling'er asked me in a coquettish tone.

"Of course, missing you is my daily routine!" I tried my best to please her.

"How much did you miss me?" she pressed.

"As hard as I can get!" I practically got hard for as long as we talked; it was truly

exhilarating .

"I want to see!" Ling continued coquettishly.

"? What do you want to see?" I pretended to be clueless, teasing her on purpose.

"[Shy emoji], [Knocking on the head emoji]" Only a fool wouldn't understand her heart. The shy hint and

the knocking made the meaning even richer, not only revealing that she liked me, but also seemingly saying "

I already know the answer ," and indicating an attitude of "I really want to see."

"Little Bell," another nickname I gave her. She probably let me

call her and later it turned out my guess was correct. "Don't be scared when you see it! Let me show you the photos first,

okay?" I asked for her opinion.

"Mmm," Ling agreed.

I sent her a set of high-quality erotic pictures stored on my computer. It was a series of images depicting

the entire penetration, and the images were very detailed. I sometimes look at these pictures when I masturbate. "Do you like it?" I asked her

reaction. "Are you a little scared?"

"Hmm," she replied hesitantly but directly, asking with some doubt, "Is it really all the way in

?"

"What do you think?" I countered, "It's both giving and taking!"

"Hehe," Ling understood what I meant.

"Wife, let's video chat!" I seized the opportunity and sent a video request.

She accepted the request, and the video connection was quickly established with excellent clarity. It was my first time sending a video

request , and she accepted without much hesitation. My feelings at that moment were truly complex—excitement, nervousness, just

like the first time I made love.

Lingling appeared on my computer screen for the first time in this way. When she first appeared, I could see some unease and a charming girlish shyness in her

expression . On the contrary, I didn't dare to show my face at that moment.

"You look so charming!" I truthfully sent her a message, without using voice,

afraid she would hear it. I could soon see her happy yet shy expression after seeing the message. "Your tight top

accentuates your figure so beautifully! I love it!" I kept sending her a string of messages.

"My little bell's breasts are developing well! They're already quite high! I really want to hold them in my hands

and touch them!"

"Come on, take off your top, loosen your clothes, let me see."

"Don't be shy, take it slow!" Seeing her somewhat hesitant expression, I comforted her and guided her.

"Your breasts fascinate me, I really want to see them come out! Don't sit there so shyly,

don't me to kiss them?"

"You used to be so passionate, you even said you wanted to hold my head and let me kiss them properly, you said you

liked that feeling!"

"I want to do that now, to lie on your chest, gently kiss your breasts, have you hold my head, and

enjoy the feeling I give you!"

"Yes, trust me, trust this feeling, for me, take this first step!" Seeing her taking action,

I continued to encourage her. She let go of her hand that was about to take off her clothes and typed something else for me. I really wanted to know what she was going to say next.

"Yes, I love you!" Her face flushed. "Do you really want to see?" After typing, she looked at

the camera , her eyes slightly unfocused.

I felt she was about to make a decision to take it off. Sure enough, she quietly and decisively took off her top,

put it away, glanced at me again, and then went to unhook her bra.

"Wife, you're so good!" I said excitedly, "I'll take good care of you!"

When Lingling appeared on my screen completely naked from the waist up, I was incredibly aroused. I carefully examined

her. She sat there quietly, not daring to look directly at me, but she didn't hide her breasts. Instead, she tried her best to

puff out giving me ample opportunity and angle to observe her. This lasted for almost a minute. I was so engrossed in watching that

I forgot to message her.

She probably wanted to know what I was thinking after seeing it. "What?"

"So beautiful, you're so beautiful!" I praised her insincerely.

"Come kiss me!" She was probably getting used to it and became more proactive in her speech.

Instead, I didn't know what to do. If I made a kissing gesture in front of the camera, then they'd see me

, and I was so conflicted. In desperation, I came up with a delaying tactic: I quickly stripped naked in front of the camera.

She seemed eager to see me too.

I sat back down, adjusted the camera to point it downwards, and asked her, "I'm naked for you to see.

Which ?" After that, I started playing with my erect penis in front of her.

"It's the first time I've seen a real one. My first impression is so scary," she said. "But it feels so real.

I never imagined it would look like this; it doesn't resemble a child's penis at all."

"Do you want to have more intimate contact with me?" I asked, partly to test her feelings

and to arouse her desire. "Look, it's so hard. I really want to find a hole to crawl into," I teased.

"You have to take your clothes off too! Otherwise, how will it go in?"

"Mmm, I love you!" Her innocent romance was touching, but she remained reserved. "Do you want me to take everything off?"

"Okay, take it off!" I urged, not giving her a chance to think.

She made a move on the screen, moving her chair back a little, pulling down the mid-length pants she had just bought during the summer vacation,

and then taking off her underwear while turning to the side, without hesitation.

"Hold the camera up there, let me see you too!" I saw her sit back in the chair and point it

out. "Open your legs, bring it closer, don't shake your hand."

She cooperated very well. I could see her genitals clearly; the pubic hair was still sparse, and her labia were tender,

completely covering the entrance to her vagina.

"Your pussy is so tender!" I couldn't help but exclaim, "Imagine

what it would feel like when it grips my penis?" As before, our emotions soared in this virtual cyberspace.

"I know my husband will love me well!" She was gradually immersed in this emotion, her heart filled with desire.

"Seeing your snow-white body, I really miss you! I really want to feel your soft body!" I

wanted to arouse her emotions while also telling her my thoughts; I felt that this would make her like it even more.

"See that? It's drooling too! You look so tempting! Open your body, accept it

! You know what to do, right?" I asked her.

Ling started self-stimulating, demonstrating in front of the camera the methods I'd taught her before

. Watching her gradually become fully immersed, her expression was something I could never imagine in everyday life—

trusting me, longing for me, fantasizing about me. Her movements as she caressed her breasts were so focused, and she kept

glancing at the camera. From her expression, I could tell she desperately wanted me to see what she was doing for me. The

moment she parted her labia, I moved my penis forward, making a thrusting motion.

The more I did this, the more uncomfortable she became. Before, she could only imagine it through words; now she could

see it , but couldn't have it—a agonizing state of mind. At this moment of passion, I wanted to tell her who I was.

But I was also afraid of losing everything I had, and how embarrassing it would be to see her again in the future.

"Honey, this makes me feel even worse!" She probably noticed my hesitation and stopped,

saying to me, "I wish all of this were real!"

"It can be real, if you're willing!" I looked at her and decided to tell her, "You're willing to accept me,

no matter who I am!"

"I believe you, and for you, I'm willing." She was very emotional.

...

"I need you, say something!" I was making my final mental push, my mind a jumble of emotions, when she urged me

to get up.

"I need you too, let me see you!" I decided, zooming in on the camera so she could see me.

I had already planned how to make her accept all of this again; I knew she would be very surprised, even

frightened.

On the other end of the line, she hurriedly tried to block the video, her expression panicked. I regretted it then; that moment felt so long.

Her profile picture quickly went offline.

"I'm afraid this will scare you, but I just can't help telling you." I tried my best to

comfort her. "Don't be afraid, this is a secret between you and me. Don't worry about anyone knowing. Trust me!"

"Suddenly appearing in front of you like this must be hard for you to accept, I understand your feelings."

"Your sincerity touched me, you're so kind! And I'm very worried about you now. I'm worried you're too scared."

I messaged her alone for almost an hour, hoping she would understand

me.

...

Beep beep, beep beep, she suddenly responded. "Really! I'm scared too!"

It seems my words worked, she was still willing to reply, it seems I can comfort her, I couldn't be happier than this

. "Yes, don't doubt me, and don't doubt your own feelings!" I felt very relaxed, and breathed a

sigh of relief , "Let's keep our secret together!"

"Okay," she replied quickly.

"Am I a bad girl?" she asked me, looking bewildered.

"How can you think like that? You're still a good girl!" I said, "If anyone's bad, it's me,

not you." My aim was to ease her guilt.

"You're not a bad person either." I didn't expect her to still trust me so much.

"Thank you for your trust!" We became polite again. "I'll come to your house! If you're

willing to open the door, it means you really still trust me. I also want you to know that I

'm not a bad person, neither in real life nor online."

"I'm going offline now, I'll be the one knocking on the door soon. I don't know if you'll come to open it!" I sent

two messages in a row.

It was across the street. Standing outside her door, I hesitated slightly, but still knocked without saying a word,

even though I knew she was home alone. She didn't ask who it was. I knocked a second time, waited a few seconds, no answer

. I knocked a third time, still no answer. I started to get anxious, wondering if I was scaring her again. On the fourth

knock, thinking she still wouldn't open the door, the door opened. She peeked out, confirmed it was me, didn't say anything, seemed a little flustered, and

hurriedly ran to her room. I quickly went into her house, closed the door, and followed her into her room.

She sat on the edge of the bed with her head down, not daring to speak or look at me. The computer was still playing our usual songs softly

. I was certain deep down that things weren't as bad as I thought. She had

prepared herself , but the reality was so real that she didn't know what to do.

I went into her room and closed the door again. The real feeling now made me excited too, and thinking about what had happened

before but feel embarrassed. I slowly walked up to her; her head was lowered even further. As a man, I knew

what that meant. I sat down beside her and gently pulled her into my arms. She was as docile as a little rabbit, never

daring to look at me. "A little nervous, huh? It'll get better!" I reassured her maturely. Those words worked wonders. She

suddenly lifted her head from my chest, looking at me curiously—perhaps she had never

looked at . After looking at me, she suddenly opened her arms tightly and hugged me, hiding in my embrace. This feeling

was so comforting, as sweet as first love.

I hugged her back, gently stroking her hair. I whispered in her ear, "Lingling, it feels so

good !"

She didn't say anything, but I sensed she liked it. The awkwardness and tension gradually dissipated, becoming

more and more natural and relaxed.

I gently kissed her hair, my hands naturally sliding down to her abdomen, caressing her soft, delicate

waist . She obediently lay in my arms, lost in my caresses. As I moved upwards step by step,

finally cupping her breasts through her clothes, I could no longer contain my excitement and boldly began to knead Lingling's breasts

. "They're so soft! They feel so good to touch! Do you feel good too?" I probed her reaction.

Lingling turned her head, gazing at me with deep affection. She must have been burning with desire, unable to resist.

But now that it was all happening, she didn't know how to reciprocate, only

passively waiting and hoping. Seeing her expression, I kissed her lips, using my tongue to pry open her slightly parted

lips, passionately sucking on her sweet breath. Soon her tongue joined in, and we

kissed .

Meanwhile, my hands weren't idle; they slipped inside her clothes and untied her breasts from behind.

I was playing with her breasts, and she seemed to enjoy it. All my

efforts these past few days had finally paid off; it felt like catching prey, a great sense of accomplishment. The thrill of this

affair was incredibly exciting, and I was incredibly aroused. After all, she was a virgin, and everything was under my control

. As I removed the last piece of clothing from her, I was surprised to see that her panties were soaked.

I laid Lingling down on her small bed, quickly stripped myself off, climbed on top of her, adjusted my

position slightly, and placed the head of my penis at the entrance, ready to enter. At this moment, Lingling tensed up, her eyes closed,

her arms tightly wrapped around me, but she remained silent.

"Ling, don't be nervous, okay? The more nervous you are, the worse it will be! Trust me, everything will be alright!" I wanted

to comfort her, planning to wait a while before continuing. I couldn't bear to treat her roughly now. "Come on,

open your eyes, look at me, let's talk!"

She obediently opened her eyes, looking at me without saying a word. I smiled slightly, playing with her breasts,

occasionally squeezing them gently, then looking into her eyes so she could see me sucking on her nipples.

After a few sucks, I teased her, "Lingling's breasts smell so good! Can I have some?" This made her

laugh a little shyly. I wanted to make her less wary and more relaxed, and also

to create a more harmonious atmosphere when we were face-to-face. I didn't rush to penetrate her then, keeping my penis

only partially inside, just letting her know I was there. I started trying to distract her,

talking about things completely unrelated to what we were doing.

"I've always heard your grades are pretty good. Did you have any problems with the exams this time?" I asked.

"Mmm," she replied, sounding a little embarrassed, because I was still playing with her breasts as I spoke…

"

Studying must be tiring! Relax this summer!" I teased her, occasionally

pushing my hips forward. "You like chatting online, right?"

“Hmm,” she didn’t shy away, “I didn’t expect it to be you! How did you find me?”

From her tone, I could tell she wasn’t so panicked about the unexpected turn of events. Perhaps it was

because she wasn’t a complete stranger to me, and we had had many unconventional interactions online, so

she knew me to some extent, that accepting me psychologically wasn’t so difficult now. And the physical acceptance

was already underway; that was the point of fully committing.

“You’ve forgotten about me helping you with your computer the other day, haven’t you? I remembered it!” I

told her honestly. “Do you regret letting me know your QQ number?”

“No!” She didn’t hesitate and hugged me tightly.

This small gesture thrilled me, and we smiled at each other. “Lingling, I’ll take good care of you! I’m

going in!” I whispered deeply and gently in her ear.

“Hmm,” she nodded, vaguely knowing what I was about to do, wrapped her arms around my back, and closed

her eyes .

The Girl Next Door's Tender Feelings (Part 2)

In this situation, my desire completely erupted. I couldn't resist straightening my back, and I saw her

furrowed brows, holding me even tighter. During this downward thrust, I felt my glans smoothly

enter an increasingly narrow alleyway. It was both familiar and unfamiliar to me. Familiar

because subconsciously I was comparing it to my wife; I'd walked that "path" many times, and had never entered another woman's body

before . I could imagine every

feature of my wife's private parts with my eyes closed. But unfamiliar because it was the first time my penis had entered a body other than my wife's. I was inevitably

nervous, like arriving alone in a strange city, needing to

readjust to the traffic, buildings, and roads.

After overcoming the expected obstacle, it stopped. She held me tightly, her nails digging deep into

the muscles of my back, scratching wildly but not daring to make a sound. I held her body completely still

, gently stroking her cheeks for a while until her pain subsided. She opened her eyes

and looked at me with a wronged expression, but no blame. Even though

my thrusting had broken her virginity, I was still a little apprehensive,

afraid she would regret it and cry, and I didn't want to imagine what would happen if things escalated. Her expression completely dispelled my

worries . I realized that Lingling beneath me was completely conquered. The feeling

was indescribable. This was success, this was victory. All the joy

made me kiss her forehead again, as if to declare, "You are mine now!"

"Lingling, you're so brave! Are you feeling better now?" I asked with concern, our lower bodies completely

intertwined .

Lingling bit her lip and nodded, still not daring to speak.

“Every woman has to go through this! Don’t be afraid! Okay?” I reassured her.

Ling nodded obediently, still silent, just looking at me quietly.

“Why are you staring at me like that? You don’t even blink!” I felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze and wondered

what she was thinking.

Ling just pursed her lips, a slight smile playing on her lips, still not saying a word, scrutinizing me as if she were just

getting to know me. When our eyes met, we exchanged a knowing smile, and I slowly

understood what Ling was thinking, and I believed she understood what I was thinking too. This

connection of minds happened in an instant, a strange feeling that filled me with a sense of happiness, a feeling that

Ling had given me.

"You're so good to me! I feel so happy right now!" Lingling whispered to me unexpectedly. It turned out

we both felt this happiness, but hers stemmed from the overwhelming passion she felt, her body and soul completely

possessed by me. For the first time in her life, she felt a sense of belonging, and that was what

made happiness, on the other hand, came from possessing something I had only ever imagined before; I was so excited, I

could hardly believe it was real. Hearing her say this, I felt a surge of pride. Driven by lust,

I had taken Lingling without considering the consequences—pure, innocent Lingling, and she was so grateful to me. She was so adorably naive.

Before this, Lingling and I could freely imagine things online, and fantasizing gave me pleasure. Before I

actually had her, that desire drove me intensely to want her. Now that I had her,

I didn't experience any real pleasure. Although my penis was still inside her, it was more symbolic,

merely signifying that I had conquered her. It wasn't yet a true sexual experience. But her complete trust and dependence on me

gave me a rare feeling of "manliness," making me cherish her even more.

I tried to thrust a few times, but she frowned every time I moved, and I couldn't bear to continue . However,

she could tolerate the slow, gentle movements inside her. From her expression, I could tell that she was also trying

to imagine how this penis, which was still a "foreign object" to her, could enter her body like this. We

hugged each other tightly, feeling each other's breath, silently leaning against each other and caressing each other. After a long time, I also felt...

It was getting late, and I was worried about her family coming home. "Lingling, your parents will be back soon! I'm coming out,

okay?" I reminded her, as things could get complicated if things went wrong. Ling nodded.

I slowly pulled out my still-erect penis, which still had traces of blood on it. "Does it still hurt?" I felt sorry for her.

"It's better." Ling got up and checked her private parts. I guessed she wanted to see what I had just inserted

. Fortunately, there wasn't much blood, and it hadn't stained the sheets, otherwise, I would have had to deal with it urgently,

and it would be hard to explain if I gave myself away. We quickly got dressed. She was a little slow, probably because she was still a little

uncomfortable and couldn't move too much. "I'll go first then. You stay home and rest for a while! Don't

walk too much, okay?" I planned to go back and clean myself up too.

"Okay," Ling's tone was somewhat submissive.

I carefully and quickly went home. It felt like an adventure, but now I felt much more relaxed. During

dinner , I couldn't resist anymore and tried to seduce my wife several times, but she kept chuckling and pushing me away, saying, "Let's do it later tonight!

Look how impatient you are!" Little did she know I'd been holding back all afternoon. While I was with my wife,

Lingzi's image kept flashing through my mind, but it didn't dampen my passion for her. I still managed to make her moan softly, and afterwards she praised

me for being so vigorous.

The next day, as soon as I logged on, I saw that Lingzi had sent me many messages, expressing her longing for me. I

kept a close eye on her situation. I learned that Lingling wasn't feeling well; although the bleeding had stopped, she couldn't take big steps when

walking , or it would hurt. This situation lasted for almost a week. I went to her

room once during that time, not asking for anything, but just checking her genitals and feeling that the problem wasn't too serious, which reassured her

. Most of the time, we video chatted online, listening to music and watching movies together,

just keeping her company. Occasionally, I would ask her to show her nipples so I could kiss her, to liven things up, and she always agreed

.

Seeing that she seemed to be feeling well for two days, I started to get restless again. We were having a good time together,

and I waited for the perfect moment. "Is no one there? I'm thinking of coming over. I miss you so much." I gazed longingly at

her on

the video. I saw her smile shyly, then stand up and walk out of the video. I already knew what was going to happen. I quickly shut down

my computer and rushed out, opening the door to find the opposite door slightly ajar.

My secret joy was indescribable. I slipped inside; Lingling was hiding behind the door, head down.

Without a word, I closed the door and embraced her. "I missed you so much. Did you miss me?" I

whispered .

Although it was only our second tryst, we were much more in sync. She seemed very excited too; beneath her

instinctively shy exterior, she, like me, was filled with longing. Knowing that girls these days

mature early, I was even more surprised by how much she surprised me under my guidance.

Lingling's room was neat and tidy. I looked around; there was an MP3 player on her pillow. She

probably fell asleep listening to music. I wondered if she dreamed of me. The computer was still on, playing our

favorite love songs. How could a young girl experiencing her first love not dream and yearn for

the world of romance? Luckily, fate gave me this rare opportunity. Lingling and I had no age

gap; she naturally snuggled into my arms, waiting for my caresses.

"Hey, Bobo, want to get some fresh air?" I reached in and started caressing her. "Let your husband

see !" I called myself "husband" in front of her, which felt a little strange, but it was to get closer to her, to

feel closer to her in my heart.

She was so obedient; she got up and started unbuttoning her bra. I unbuttoned it from behind and took it off for her,

smelling it wonderful, a long-lost scent. She seemed a little embarrassed. "Take this off too!"

I reached out and touched her bottom.

She fidgeted a little, sticking her tongue out at me shyly. I knew she was a bit

flustered . If she took her clothes off immediately, she would be embarrassed; if she didn't, she wouldn't know how to refuse me, because she wanted it too

and didn't want to refuse. The girl's true nature was completely revealed at that moment, and the way she

looked

aroused me. My penis swelled up rapidly, so much so that I couldn't stand it. "If you won't take them off, then I'll take them off myself first!" I quickly took them off in front of Lingling, just to let her see my penis, to make her heart race. It worked; she

was already blushing. "Come here, let me kiss you first!" I pulled her onto my lap, holding her in my arms.

Her well-developed breasts pressed against my chest, it felt wonderful.

I pulled Lingling close, our faces almost touching, breathing each other's air. I kissed her passionately,

and she was ready to reciprocate. Our tongues intertwined, and I forcefully sucked on her mouth.

My passion stirred her deeply; she wrapped her arms around my back as if afraid I would run away. One of my

hands began to roam, easily grasping one of her breasts

. The feeling of "one hand covering the sky" was even more wonderful than "one hand covering the breast." Her developing breasts were small, but tender and

sensitive; I could almost feel them swelling in my hand, her nipples hardening. Her body began to writhe, slowly softening

, needing to hold onto my neck to keep from collapsing.

I took advantage of this, gently pulling Lingling down and straddling her. She didn't let go of my arms, and we kissed passionately

. This freed my hands to massage Lingling's breasts. To give her more diverse stimulation,

I used my greater experience to arouse her desire. As I gently breathed into her ear,

she trembled all over. I kissed her earlobe, neck, shoulders, nipples, and abdomen, methodically exploring every sensitive spot.

All she could do was wrap her arms around me, from her back until she could only touch my head. Just as I was about to

pull down Ling's pants, I secretly smiled with excitement. Ling was definitely overflowing with desire,

as her juices were already soaking through. Sure enough, when I removed her last piece of clothing, her panties

were completely wet.

"Wife, look! Your panties!" I deliberately showed her her panties. She was even more ashamed

and turned her head away, not daring to look a second time.

Ling's legs suddenly spasmed, probably from the intense stimulation of my tongue parting her labia and licking inside.

The reason. I immediately saw clear love fluid gushing out of her vagina again. I touched it with my finger; it was sticky and slippery.

Parting her vagina a little more, I could see it contracting. From the inside out, it was tender and pink; how could I not feel tenderness?

I leaned over again, my glans accurately pressing against the entrance. With a slight push forward, the glans easily

slid in —it was very slippery. "I'm going in!" I said. "If you feel uncomfortable, let me stop,

okay?" I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable because of my roughness. With her tacit consent, I began.

I tried to push in slowly. Although it gradually felt a little tight, it was very slippery, and continuing deeper was

n't too difficult. It seemed I had reached the cervix; once past this point, I would succeed, I encouraged myself. Before the final sprint,

I slowly thrust in and out of the foreground, constantly watching her expression. She was probably still very tense; I

couldn't see pleasure, but I was certain she wasn't in pain. "Honey, you're squeezing me so tight, it

feels so good! How about you?" I asked her with concern, wanting to know how she felt. "Is it much better than last time?"

Because only when she felt good would I feel even better.

"Mmm! Not as scared as last time!" She also expressed her feelings, and I noticed her hesitant

expression .

"Did you never think that it would actually come in handy?" I teased her. "Only in this way

can become a real woman! You're no longer a little girl!"

"I've always wanted to grow up!" Her tone was still so innocent.

"You want it to grow up?" I teased her deliberately, cupping her breasts in my hands again.

"I'll massage them more often, and they'll grow faster!"

"You're naughty!" She was embarrassed and didn't say anything.

After a few seconds, she suddenly asked me, "I think Aunt Li's breasts are really big, do you like them?"

Why did she suddenly ask my wife? Has she already learned to be jealous? "I'll grow that

big someday, right?"

"Of course you will, don't worry. Besides, looking at you now, you have a good foundation. With my

physical massage, you'll be full soon!" I massaged her even more vigorously. Taking advantage of this momentum, I felt her

cervix opening quite a bit under my constant grinding. While controlling her heightened emotions, I continued my

final assault. "I'm going in completely, just bear with it!" I kept saying, "Coming, coming, coming

, it's in!" With the thrusting of my glans, I entered completely, deeply penetrating her clitoris, slowly

widening her cervix to facilitate easier thrusting later.

Lingling twisted her waist a few times and then calmed down. I think she could fully accept my penis now. "

Does it hurt ?" I asked nervously.

"Mmm!" She didn't dare to say it loudly.

Enveloped by her tight vagina, the coronal sulcus was right at the cervix. With a little force in the thrusting, I

was able to enter smoothly. I gradually increased the intensity of my probing movements, wanting her to get used to it. All my effort

paid off; she was very resilient, and within minutes she had completely adapted to my rhythm. I pulled

out, then fully inserted again without any resistance, and I didn't see any pain on her face, so I relaxed

.

At that moment, seeing Lingling beneath me being thrust into so passionately only fueled my lust, and the "splish-splish

" sounds echoed frequently. Lingling's flushed cheeks, tightly closed lips, and dazed eyes—everything about her

was so arousing. Occasionally, Lingling would let out a soft moan, which to me felt like a battle

cry , making me want to give her more.

After a long while, I felt a surge of excitement, my core hardened, and I ejaculated profusely—a

feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time. After the passion subsided, I pulled Lingling into my arms and continued our tender moments. Soon, I became aroused again, the speed of

which surprised and delighted me, and once again I experienced boundless pleasure from Lingling's body.

I ejaculated inside Lingling without a condom the first time. There were many reasons, but mainly, my eagerness to have her made me

careless. It was too dangerous; I couldn't bear the thought of her getting pregnant and suffering harm.

Afterwards, I quickly bought emergency contraception and gave it to her, which made me feel a little more at ease. This summer felt like it

passed by so quickly. What impressed me most wasn't the summer heat, but thinking about Lingling. Not everyone has

this kind of experience. From then on, we always made love passionately whenever we had the chance. Even after Lingling went to

high school , we still had sex two or three times a month, but I always used condoms. This made me feel

much more at ease and avoided unnecessary trouble.

To outsiders, Lingling, apart from being even prettier, remained a quiet and lovely girl, and

her grades didn't worsen as I had feared. Eventually, she found her other half. I don't

know how long this will last, and I don't dare to hope for too much. Even if she leaves one day, she will definitely leave

. I wish her well.

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