A Romantic Encounter in a Drift Bottle

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When I first started working, I was incredibly bored. The only thing I did was chat on QQ (a Chinese instant messaging platform). Because

of graduation, my girlfriend and I had parted ways, and I spent my days joking around with a bunch of old perverts, making me feel

restless from morning till night. My sexual needs became a major problem in my life. Back then, I added

many strangers every day, hoping to stumble upon one or two sexually frustrated women and find solace in each other.

However, as many of you probably feel, meeting women online is like trying

to catch fish in a tree —the odds are practically zero. Perhaps perseverance pays off. One night at midnight,

the message-in-a-bottle fishing net was updated, and I eagerly opened the webpage and retrieved a bottle. I was

numb , completely without hope; disappointment had driven me to despair. I was just thinking, "Well, once I've retrieved it

, I can finally relax and go to sleep," but things took an unexpected turn.

I usually retrieve countless bottles from fellow perverts looking for lonely women, but that day I was incredibly lucky.

I opened the bottle and saw a sentence written on it: "Whoever finds this bottle is my man." I sat up abruptly

. I looked at it again—damn, it really was looking for a man. I thought about it and figured it might be

bait from an adult website. After all, I'd met too many video girls on QQ who were just fishing for attention. I pondered for a moment,

not knowing what to reply, so I just wrote four words: "I found it," and threw it back.

Actually, I'd thrown the bottle away a few days earlier. After using up the rest of my fishing net, I even checked the news comments on a 3G

portal . It was already 1 PM, and I still hadn't received any reply. I didn't think much of it and went

to sleep. The next day at lunchtime, I was eating noodles with two colleagues in the company cafeteria when I habitually took out my phone and

logged into my email. There was a reply—a very straightforward sentence: "You're also from [city name]

, right? How can I contact you?" There was also a playful smiley face after it.

I quickly sent her my phone number and QQ number. I was overjoyed to receive her

reply right after finishing my noodles: "I've got it." Later that evening, while showering, my dorm colleague said my

phone rang. Looking at it, it was an unfamiliar number. I answered, and a melodious female voice floated into my

ears : "Hello!" Her voice was incredibly magnetic, full of inexplicable allure, and as far as I knew,

women with magnetic voices often had particularly strong sexual desires. Having not eaten meat for almost a month, my penis

immediately became erect.

She was lively and cheerful, the type who could chat quite a bit, and because she was older than me, she

teased me like a cat playing with a mouse. She introduced herself as "Meiru," which I knew was a pseudonym. She also mentioned her figure.

The sound of the showerhead was loud, and I didn't hear it clearly, but I remembered her saying her bust size was 36D. 36D

, wow, what magnificent breasts she must have had! The hot water washed over my naked body, and I felt

a burning heat all over my body, like a powder keg about to explode. Because we were in the dorm, I didn't dare say anything, just kept saying "

uh-huh ." Finally, I said, "Let's chat on QQ, I'm not available right now." Then I rushed

off to shower.

We got to know each other on QQ: she lived in the southeast corner of our city, was thirty, married,

and her family seemed to be in the building materials business; her husband was often away on business trips, and so on. To be honest, I was still quite suspicious.

Could something so wonderful have happened to me? Was it a trap? A case of catching her in the act, blackmail, or a honey trap? All sorts of terrifying

thoughts raced through my mind. Then she asked about me—my age, height, weight, and penis size, etc.

I gave her perfunctory answers, and then she asked me to send her a photo. I picked one that looked okay and sent it.

She didn't reply for five or six minutes. Damn, I was immediately deflated. Surely I'm not that unpopular?

Just as I was feeling down, she sent me a picture. I received it in a daze, double-clicked to open it,

and immediately my nose started bleeding. It was clearly a woman's naked body, and a very beautiful one at that. Her curvaceous

figure was impeccable, especially her breasts, which were white, tender, and round, like two snowballs. As I was

wondering what was going on, she sent a shy emoji, saying that it was just taken. A surge of heat rushed to my head. Damn,

a freshly baked feast of female nudity! I wanted to press my face against the computer screen to admire it. She was

a voluptuous woman, probably around 1.67 meters tall by my rough estimate. Her face was slightly broad, uh,

like a Mongolian woman. Her breasts were large, and her waist was not muscular,

but her skin was taut and incredibly smooth. Her hands covered her private parts, not revealing anything, but her

thighs were fully exposed. Her thighs were long and full, full of flesh, the kind of flesh that made you want to hug and kiss them.

I spat out a bunch of exclamation marks, then offered a heartfelt compliment; she truly was an alluring woman.

Men are all driven by their lower instincts; when their blood is pumping, they completely forget everything else. I

arranged —the weekend—and a place: People's Square in the city. That night, as I slept, my mind

was filled with images of her voluptuous body and ample breasts. You can't imagine; it was like

taking a baby who'd been half-starved for a month or so to eat braised pork knuckle on the weekend—the stimulation was indescribable.

But alas, my joy turned to sorrow. The next morning, I had a wet dream! Damn, I'm over twenty! How embarrassing!

Then came the agonizing days: Wednesday, Thursday, Friday—damn it, finally, the weekend! I'm going to eat

braised pork knuckle! I deliberately went to bed early Friday night and slept in late Saturday, intentionally conserving my energy. At 3 PM on Saturday

, I arrived at People's Square on time and sat in a milk tea shop in a corner of the square, my eyes

frequently glancing into the square through the glass window.

About twenty minutes later, a yellow Volkswagen Beetle pulled up in front of the shop. The door opened, and a

woman wearing sunglasses, a white low-cut jacket, a black skirt, and black stockings stepped out. For

some reason , our eyes met, and we instantly felt a connection. She went straight in and sat opposite me

, casually asking how long I'd been there, as if meeting an old friend. But I felt a distinct pressure!

I'm just an ordinary office worker, while her attire suggested wealth; the difference in our social classes

immediately made me feel oppressed. Then there was the perfume she exuded—I couldn't quite describe it,

a faint scent that made you strain your nose to smell it, like a poppy, incredibly alluring. Looking down, I

saw her exposed, white breasts, dazzlingly white. Damn, I feel so embarrassed, like a...

Like a virgin. She hadn't even touched the milk tea she'd just ordered, and casually said, "Let's get down to business."

I don't know how I got into her car, nor can I remember what we talked about. She drove me around

the city, turning into one of the city's most upscale residential areas, full of detached villas. She drove straight

into the garage, and I crawled out, completely bewildered. As an aside, if this was a trap, I

was now a lamb to the slaughter, with no escape.

Unexpectedly, she was even more eager than I was. Before the engine was off and the door was even closed, she shoved me against the wall.

Her face was plastered with a wanton smile, and her warm, hot body pressed against me without warning. She reached for my

crotch , saying sweetly, "Feeling pent up?"

While I was sitting in the car, I was already completely captivated by her allure. My penis, though not

fully erect, was in a semi-erect state, barely managing to stay still thanks to my tight boxer shorts

. Now, pressed against a hot, sexy body, with her hands covering my private parts,

the heat from her soft palms made my erection swell up like it was being microwaved! The young woman

frowned , clearly feeling the change in her palms. She knelt before me, her two fair hands carefully

caressing my crotch, subtly sensing my size and hardness. She raised her perfectly painted

face, a slight smile playing on her lips, and blinked her watery almond-shaped eyes at me, saying, "Oh dear, looks like I've hit the jackpot,

hehe ..."

I instantly forgot all my fear, grabbing her fair neck. The young woman

let out a sharp "Ah..." as I pressed her full, bright face between my legs. Her jade-like

cheek pressed against my erect penis through two layers of fabric, and I thrust my hips, rubbing against her smooth, delicate skin.

The young woman hugged my legs, murmuring, "Don't, don't move..." I thought she was disgusted, but to my surprise, she

grinned and opened her rosy cherry lips, sticking out her delicate tongue to lick the bulge in my crotch. Her tongue

was incredibly nimble, darting up and down, left and right, like a playful snake dancing on a hill. Her

saliva soaked through my trousers and underwear, making my crotch wet and hot.

The young woman's starry eyes were half-closed, deliberately making "mmm" moans, her magnetic voice like a female animal in heat,

sounding like heavenly music to my ears. I opened my mouth wide in pleasure, my whole body heating up, leaning against the

cool garage wall, enjoying her passionate service, my breathing gradually becoming

as .

My gaze lowered, her two white, full breasts rolling around inside her wide-collared coat,

dazzlingly white, a narrow and deep cleavage that seemed bottomless, making me want to crawl inside and explore. Her snow-white

breasts trembled, exuding an intoxicating aroma that made my Adam's apple bob and my mouth water.

"Mmm...I want to eat...I...want to eat..." The young woman swayed her hips, her bright, spring-like eyes blinking

as she breathlessly murmured.

My blood surged like red wine, my head went numb like an oak barrel, and I frantically tried

to unbuckle my belt, but the more I rushed, the worse it got, and I only tightened it further. I hurriedly fumbled

for the zipper.

She giggled and jumped aside, leaning against the car door, arms crossed over her chest, laughing uncontrollably.

"Look at you, like a rapist, hehehe..."

I was stunned, subconsciously glancing at my disheveled clothes, my face burning with shame. "You

blush too? You're still a baby, hehe..." She leaned closer, reaching out to stroke my face, and laughed,

"Be good, I'll let you have your way with me later, hehe..."

She turned off the engine and led me through the garage door into the villa.

The villa's luxury was unlike anything I'd ever seen; the bright light made everything look exceptionally opulent.

She pointed upstairs, "Sweetie, there's a bathroom in the master bedroom. Take a shower first, I'll go change and come right back." I was

stunned by the villa's splendor and obediently agreed.

The master bedroom was even more exquisite than the living room on the first floor, but I had no time to

appreciate it . I quickly grabbed the towel the young woman gave me and slipped into the bathroom. When I came out after a pleasant hot shower

, my eyes lit up.

The woman, dressed in a loose-fitting, sleeveless, moon-white, floral-patterned silk dress, reclined in the center of the large bed. The scarlet sheets

contrasted sharply with her exposed, long, slender, snow-white legs, a sight so arousing I almost had a nosebleed.

"Why did you take so long to come out?" The young woman's slender fingers twirled her damp hair, her resentful tone and eyes

practically murderous.

She had just finished showering; her skin glistened like dewdrops, her face, free of makeup, was

as pure as a lotus emerging from water, while her firm breasts reminded me of the legendary water nymphs with their full hips and slender waists.

Truly a stunningly beautiful woman!

"You couldn't wait?" The words I usually used to tease prostitutes slipped out, like tearing away a layer of pretense.

I was ready to go all out. After saying it, I felt a sudden sense of relief: Hmph, who cares about your status, how rich you are, you

're still a woman, and soon I'll be pinning you down and fucking you hard!

"Mmm!" She was delighted rather than angry, giggling, her eyes brimming with lust,

beckoning to me with the charming allure of a young woman: "Come on, hurry up, hurry up..."

Tell me, what man in the world, unless impotent, could resist such temptation, especially a

celibate lecher like myself?

"My braised pork knuckle..." My mind raced, my Adam's apple bobbing,

my blood boiling, the world seemingly fading away. All around me was utter silence; before me lay the young woman's

voluptuous body and her swaying, white hands. I tossed my clothes into the nearby sofa, untied

the towel around my waist, and, with my erect penis throbbing, strode confidently

towards .

The young woman crawled over, her wide eyes gleaming with greedy desire, like a beautiful snake eyeing

its prey. The young woman opened her arms and hugged my two firm thighs, her hands roaming over my buttocks,

her burning cheeks rubbing against my perfectly sculpted abs.

"You're uncomfortable, aren't you?"

I didn't answer, my hands caressing her white, translucent ears, gently scratching her temples, generally...

"That's a woman's sensitive area," she said.

Sure enough, her bright cheeks flushed, and I felt her fingers almost digging into my

buttocks.

She pulled away from my teasing, cupped my testicles in her hands, and stared intently at my swollen,

purple penis, like a purple jade flute, its bulging veins resembling intricate patterns.

"Your thing is so beautiful, hee hee..." the young woman exclaimed sincerely, extending her index finger to slowly trace the shaft

, her fingertip cool as ice.

"You're quite beautiful too..." I echoed her sentiment.

"Want me to give you a blowjob?" she asked, her hands cupping my thick, erect penis, her tongue lolling out like a tongue-twisting tongue.

Though her tone was questioning, it left me no room for argument.

"If you can make it sound, then go ahead and blow..." I said, trying to sound as sleazy as if I were hiring a prostitute.

It was clear the young woman liked men like that.

"Giggle, giggle..." The young woman's clear, melodious laughter, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, hadn't even faded when my large, smooth, egg-like penis

was completely trapped in a warm, tight, and tender snare.

Her bright red lips gripped my swollen, purple penis, swallowing and releasing rhythmically,

the glans rubbing against the walls of her mouth. Her fragrant tongue roamed freely, in and out, entwining with the shaft, its sticky saliva acting as

a lubricant, making my entire penis glisten. The young woman's expression of ecstasy, as if she were licking the most delicious ice cream,

astonished me, yet simultaneously filled me with boundless pride. Wasn't it true that nothing in the world could

be more exhilarating than a woman's infatuation with her own penis? Saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth; her

dignified and alluring face was filled with a drunken, ecstatic expression, so lascivious it was beyond words. The young woman's

soft, jade-like hands kneaded my testicles, her slender fingers combing through my messy pubic hair. Suddenly

, she reached between my legs and behind me, spreading my buttocks and invading my anus without warning. When I used to go to nightclubs

, the hostesses would always recommend a "lightning dragon drill," which I found

disgusting but also for the hostesses, so I never tried it. Now, being treated like this by her, I trembled all over,

unsure whether it was from nervousness or excitement. Fortunately, she was only massaging the area around my anus, yet the stimulation

was extremely pleasurable. My penis, which she was sucking, unconsciously swelled even more, turning increasingly

purplish-black, stretching the young woman's small mouth as if it were about to split open. The young woman's teeth rubbed against my penis, a slight pain like

a tiny electric current spreading throughout my body. She frantically shook her head, her beautiful hair flying like

willow branches in the wind, emitting soft, sobbing moans that were neither crying nor sobbing. My penis felt like it was being inserted into a warm cloud,

swaying left and right like a drunken madman, waves of pleasure making me feel lightheaded and on the verge of death. It was more skillful and beautiful than any other woman I

had ever met! Wow, such a wealthy and beautiful young woman, now

performing oral sex on me like a prostitute, with all her heart! What more could I ask for in life?!

The joy and the pleasure of the body intertwined; I gritted my teeth, arched my back as far as I could, almost succumbing to the pleasure immediately…

With a “pop,” my penis sprang from the young woman’s bright red lips. She knelt wearily before me,

cupping her beautifully painted face in her hands, pitifully complaining, “Oh dear, it really

hurts my mouth from all that blowing…”

“Hehe…” I barely managed to hide my weakness, and said nothing more, just quietly took out a cigarette case from my pocket,

lit a cigarette, and sat on the edge of the bed, smoking quietly. The young woman nestled against my shoulder, her soft breasts pressing against my spine.

She wrapped her arms around my waist, her small hands stroking my penis as she whispered in my ear, "I didn't

expect you to be so strong. The stuff in my mouth never lasts more than three minutes, hehe

..." Her hands, though smooth, were nothing compared to her alluring mouth; I could still resist.

I exhaled a smoke ring and asked, "How many things have you blown on?"

"Hehe, who knows?" She snatched the cigarette, sucking on it with her seductive red lips.

"What position do you like?" I asked.

"Doggy style, deeper," she said casually, as

casually .

"Hmm, shall I lick it for you?" To be honest, I wanted to suck on her breasts more; after all, 36D breasts were a rare treasure

to me, and I had never tasted such plump breasts before.

"You don't think I'm dirty?"

"If you don't think I'm dirty, why would I think you're dirty?"

"Hehe, husband, my pussy is all wet..." The young woman lay on her back in the center of the scarlet and gold-trimmed sheets,

spreading her pink legs, seducing me with seductive words, even blurting out "husband" and "pussy."

"Let me taste how slutty my darling's pussy is..." I chuckled lewdly, straddling the woman's

legs, grasping her two crystal-clear jade feet, her ten toes, painted purple, were exquisite

like perfect works of art.

"Husband, eat as much as you want, don't be shy..."

I played with the young woman's beautiful feet, my two devilish hands sweeping over her gracefully curved long legs all the way to the woman's soft and

sensitive inner thighs, while my head simultaneously buried under her skirt. A scent mixed with perfume and a faint fishy smell wafted

into my nostrils, I panted heavily as I lay on her mysterious area, inhaling her intimate scent, my heart

fluttering .

The light pierced through her thin, moon-white silk dress, revealing her thick, dark pubic hair glistening with droplets. Against her fair, white

vulva, it resembled a tangled thicket of wild grass, some even reaching into

her tender, pink opening. The young woman's labia majora were thick and full, a pale brownish-red, like two orange

segments . Her everted labia minora, however, were as alluring as peach blossoms in March, the dewdrops

making them even more vibrant.

My hands caressed the inside of her thighs, smooth and slippery as if coated with oil. When I parted her

labia majora, the young woman writhed, letting out a soft moan, and surrendered to my advances.

I opened my mouth wide like a summer dog, my breath heavy and rapid, my hot breath spraying onto the young woman's

groin, onto her glistening vulva.

"Husband... hurry... hurry and taste my pussy..." She grabbed my head with both hands and pressed it down

. Before I knew it, my mouth was pressed against her pussy, and her overflowing vaginal fluid covered my mouth and cheeks.

Sticky and slippery.

I sucked on her labia majora, like a kiss, my saliva mixing with her vaginal fluids. I

extended my tongue to tease her labia minora, and the young woman shuddered, her thighs clamping tightly around my neck. My

tongue gently parted her pink petals; the fluid on their surface was like nectar, glistening and viscous, its

sweet taste assaulting every taste bud until my tongue was numb. The young woman let out

moans of pleasure, her legs beginning to move slowly and quickly, her waist trembling. As if encouraged, I

pierced , gently probing into the young woman's honeyed depths. My tongue was stiff as if calloused,

hesitantly rubbing against the entrance of her vagina. I pressed my face as close as possible to the woman's thighs, extending my tongue fully and

plunging it deeper, then swirling it around in her wet, juicy vulva as if stirring my own mouth. I

gulped down the nectar that flowed from her, the unique taste more intoxicating than wine.

With a flick of my tongue, I took her plump, baby-fingered clitoris into my mouth.

"Ah..." the woman gasped, her body twisting violently, almost snapping my neck.

Her clitoris was slippery, like a peeled grape, and I held it firmly with my lips, my tongue

deftly teasing and caressing it.

"You...you bad boy..." the woman's voice trembled, her movements growing more intense, her burning body

swaying like a white fish in the waves, even hunching over and pressing her breasts against my head.

I licked the young woman's clitoris, my hands reaching out to grasp her two firm breasts, my palms rubbing her

already erect nipples, hard as peanuts, my thumbs pressing at the base of her breasts.

The woman's hands roamed freely over my back, her head resting on my shoulder like a bean sprout, her hot

breath tickling my ears.

My mouth lingered, grinding against her pubic mound, kissing her flat, taut, and

incredibly smooth belly, burying my face in her sweaty cleavage. I lost myself in

the sweet, creamy scent of her cleavage, the intoxicating aroma numbing every nerve. I pulled her left breast to my cheek, biting down

on her bright red nipple, sucking hard to fill my mouth with her soft flesh—ah, it

was more delicious than the finest cream! My saliva moistened the woman's nipple, covering her entire breast.

The young woman's legs were wrapped around my waist, her entire body pinned beneath me. My hard penis

poked and prodded between her thighs, rubbing against her soft, cotton-like skin.

"Brother...do you like...sucking my milk?" The young woman's arms slipped under her nightgown, groping

for my penis, gently stroking it, and even scratching my urethra with her fingernails. My penis throbbed with a tingling sensation

.

"Mmm...I like...big, plump breasts..." My mouth was full of smooth, delicious breast flesh, my voice

muffled, I couldn't even hear myself clearly.

My left hand, fingers spread wide like a sieve, couldn't fully grasp one of her breasts, soft

, white flesh overflowing from between my fingers. My nails dug into her breast,

frantically kneading her nipple, her breast changing shape in my hands. The woman only let out a series of moans and

groans , her body shaking even more violently. I climbed upwards, kissing the woman's neck, my enormous penis

lightly touching her genitals. The woman's flowing juices had already

soaked her pale silk dress and even the scarlet sheets.

"Down...down...I want to eat my husband's cock..." the woman murmured, clinging to my waist, trying

to move me while simultaneously shifting downwards to

perfectly .

At that moment, our two naked bodies were pressed together within the young woman's wide, pale silk dress,

like two lustful beasts trapped in a pocket, our desires burning fiercely,

burning away all restraint and reason. Apart from intercourse, there were no other thoughts...

I responded to the woman's passion, my head struggling to push out of her neckline, my burning, copper-like penis pressing against the entrance of her vagina

in a moment of panic.

"Mmm..." The woman groaned softly, her lower body roughly stretched open by my penis.

The round, egg-like glans was tightly gripped by her narrow opening, barely able to penetrate any further. The neck

of my neck was painfully constricted by the neckline of her nightgown, like being hanged. The predicament of being torn apart from both above and below made me

blush and my neck bulge .

"It hurts..." the woman cried out, I couldn't tell if she meant the pain in her neck or her lower body.

"Ah?!" I growled as I grabbed the woman's plump waist and hips, trying my best to push outwards, and also trying my best

to thrust my penis to open her secret cave.

"Hiss..." A piercing sound, the neckline of the woman's nightgown was forcibly torn open by me, tearing all the way down to

my back. Like butterflies emerging from their cocoons, two naked bodies, intertwined and entwined, were exposed to the brilliant

light.

The woman's arms were wrapped around my neck, I wanted to kiss her lips, but then I remembered that she had just played my flute,

so I turned to lick her almost transparent earlobe.

I gripped my penis, my body jerking abruptly. My shaft, like a train struggling through a congested tunnel,

advanced , leaving a third still outside her vagina. Tears glistened in the young woman's half-closed eyes,

whether from pleasure or pain, I couldn't tell.

I hadn't expected a thirty-year-old woman's vagina to be as tight as a virgin's. I'd often heard that wealthy women

liked to do yoga and take various vaginal tightening drugs—was it really true?

Her pain was my pain too. My penis was gripped tightly by her vagina, pressure from all sides, threatening

to burst! Better a short, sharp pain than a long, drawn-out one; I couldn't be gentle anymore. I wrapped my arms around her from below

, lifting her body, and thrusting my hips forward with all my might, using her weight to force my penis

through the layers of flesh inside her vagina, finally penetrating her completely.

The young woman's graceful chin rested on my shoulder, her cherry-like lips hissing as she gasped for breath,

a twisted smile spreading across her pretty face: "Yours... is really big..."

I chuckled, holding her tightly, her breasts pressed flat against my chest. I wiggled

my hips moving the woman to the center of the bed, grasping her large, white, plump breasts with both hands, and slowly thrusting my hips...

Her tight vagina adapted to my size, and my penis adapted to her tightness. As I moved, my glans

touched a soft tuft at the end of her vagina, and my entire penis felt a tingling, electric shock,

my abdominal muscles almost spasming. "Mmm..." The woman's lips pursed into an "O" shape, and her body trembled as if

blown . I was overjoyed, knowing I had hit the woman's clitoris! The woman's vagina

contracted rapidly, the walls of her vagina secreting a continuous stream of nectar, lubricating our tightly connected genitals.

"You...you're going to kill...me..." the woman said, half-jokingly, half-scolding.

I kneaded the woman's breasts, thrusting my penis in and out with three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. My glans scraped against

the folds of flesh inside the woman's vagina, as pleasurable as being sucked by countless greedy little mouths. The woman's labia minora

were turned inside out and then tucked back in by my penis, like a jade pestle pounding a bunch of flower petals. With each thrust

, I managed to touch the young woman's clitoris once or twice, sending my spine trembling. The lubrication in her vagina grew increasingly

abundant, making my thrusts smoother.

"Ah...ah ah..." the young woman cried out involuntarily, seemingly forgetting

the pain . Her hips swayed like willows in the wind, her full buttocks responding to my rhythmic thrusts. My hips

slapped against her soft buttocks, making a "slap slap slap" sound, as if someone were watching our lovemaking, applauding the most

exciting moments.

With such a voluptuous woman in my lap, even with my youth and strength, I began to feel exhausted after a hundred or so thrusts

. The woman tactfully placed her hands on my shoulders, signaling me to rest, while she swayed her hips,

moving . Her two large, round breasts swayed, revealing a dazzling expanse of white, making my eyes dazzle. I

cupped her right breast, slurping down a small portion. It was fragrant, smooth, and creamy. My hands

massaged her cleavage, ribs, and back, stimulating her desire.

The woman stood still, squatting between my legs, her large, white buttocks bobbing up and down, swallowing and releasing my

erect penis completely. My penis was suddenly immersed

in her warm, muddy passage, then exposed to the cool air; the contrast of hot and cold made my body tense like a bowstring. Her vigorous movements

allowed my penis to touch her clitoris more deeply. The clitoris, teased by the tip of my penis,

seemed to bloom even more profusely, nourished by her flowing fluids. The young woman's head rose and fell, her black hair flying up and down,

brushing against my cheek like a gentle spring breeze.

"Ah...ah...it feels so good..." The woman moaned and cried out in a lewd manner, her mouth full of

incoherent words , "Big cock...I love you so much...I love you so much...brother...husband..."

The woman's breasts trembled like milk jelly, and my mouth held the young woman's engorged nipple like

a love bean, my teeth leaving two clear rows of teeth marks around her nipple, like two crescent moons

...

The woman's round buttocks rose and fell dozens of times, the frequency gradually slowing down, and her full body finally

went limp like a puddle of snow.

I had regained some energy, and I laid down the young woman's sweaty body, adopting the missionary position.

Even when she lay flat, her two breasts were still plump, like two freshly steamed buns. I covered one with each hand,

my hips thrusting in and out with a mix of real and feigned movements, my penis pounding against her entrance like a siege weapon. Her vagina made

a "plop plop" sound as my penis churned it, her juices flowing down her white buttocks, a sight that was utterly obscene.

"Faster...fuck me faster..." The woman's body writhed like a beautiful snake, her vagina contracting and

expanding deep within as if breathing.

My chest was flushed red, my chest cavity burning like the cylinder of a steam engine, my consciousness blurred by the scorching heat of

lust , my limbs moving mechanically. I was gradually on the verge of collapse, yet I knew that

the moment of collapse would also be the moment of my rebirth...

"Faster...I want...I want you...fuck my cunt raw..." the woman screamed hysterically, saliva dripping from her

mouth , her left hand sucking on it, her right hand reaching straight to our

point of union, frantically kneading her swollen clitoris.

"You slut...you whore...fuck you...fuck you...ahhh..." I cursed excitedly, my hips

moving even faster, my penis surging through her enchanting depths like a wild horse.

"I'm going to...bad...bad..." The woman's hoarse scream was as

piercing , her long, beautiful legs suddenly clamping together, her body twisting and thrashing like a fish on a chopping board.

My penis felt the intense contractions inside her flower, the flesh of her vagina sucking my penis tightly, and I

used all my strength to thrust my large glans into the deepest part of her body once more, touching that soft,

warm . The young woman's body convulsed like she was having an epileptic seizure, her pretty face contorted beyond recognition.

"Ah..." My glans pushed the woman's clitoris to the very bottom, and like a cherry being squeezed open, a

thick, gushing juice spurted out. She cried out, and climaxed.

I was already at my limit, and when her nectar drenched my sensitive glans, it was like

a drunkard suddenly taking a sip of sweet and sour wine—a tingling sensation shot through my entire body.

"Pfft...pfft...pfft..." My penis ejaculated three thick streams of semen, powerfully filling her

secret cave.

"Mmm..." The woman's vagina twitched again, her clitoris throbbing twice as my semen drenched her, and a

clear, cool fluid gushed out, mingling with my semen...

"You're so good...I...I'm almost dead from your fucking...hehehe..." she whispered in

my ear.

"Hehe, you're really horny, your moans are making my bones melt..."

"I only moan because I like you fucking me..." The young woman's face was flushed, making her look exceptionally charming.

"Hehe, then I'll fuck you until you scream every day..." I teased her, stroking her face, testing

the waters for future opportunities. After all, making love with the woman in front of me brought me immense pleasure.

"Hehehe..." She chuckled, then fell silent.

"What?"

"I love being fucked by you, I really want you to fuck me for the rest of my life..." she said softly, "But,

my rule is, men are always disposable."

"Hmm..." A slight sense of loss welled up inside me. Such a stunning woman, and I could only sleep with her

once in my entire life. Sigh!

My thoughts were in turmoil. I quietly embraced her for a moment, then glanced at the clock; it was already 7:30 PM.

After showering, she accompanied me to a nearby restaurant for dinner, without any intention of letting me stay overnight.

I got up to say goodbye, and she suddenly said casually, "Where do you live? I'll take you home.

" When we arrived at my company dormitory, she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, smiling, "Thank you!" "

Thank you too!" I politely waved goodbye, watching her car drive away until it disappeared

into the night.

I returned to my dorm, turned on my computer, and continued searching for messages in bottles, hoping for my next romantic encounter...

(The End)

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