[The College Girls I Attended Over the Years] (2)

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Published on September 19, 2015 on the forum.
Original author: zuoluojianke.
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Name: Yang. Height: 168cm. Weight: 62kg. From Qinhuangdao, Hebei Province. Virgin.

I am filled with gratitude towards Yang. Without Yang's help, I would never have been able to get Nan so
easily . Yang also gave herself to me. I
feel very honored to have met this alluring girl. Yang's figure is slightly plump. Although she doesn't have Nan's
perfect S-curve like an underwear model, Yang has large breasts and hips, and almost no excess fat on her stomach. Her breasts, which are difficult to grasp
with one hand, are very full, soft, and elastic. Especially
when she is excited and aroused, her engorged breasts are like coconuts, and seeing them with my thrusts makes me want to ejaculate.

After getting Nan, my winter break began. This break was filled with longing for Nan.
Although I could sometimes hook up with my high school ex-girlfriend or ex-ex-girlfriend when I was
feeling horny, after experiencing Nan, I lost interest in most girls.

When you meet someone exceptional, you realize the difference. This winter break was pleasant but not very happy;
my heart was filled with longing for Nan. I went to Hong Kong and bought Nan a limited-edition Louis Vuitton bag.
To express my gratitude to Yang, I also bought her a Gucci bag. Of course, the price difference between Nan's bag and mine
was quite significant, but it should be a pleasant surprise for Yang. I'm not very interested in these kinds of things, so I
bought two Arc'teryx backpacks for myself.

The break ended quickly, and Nan and I returned to school early. To my surprise, Nan
learned during the break that I had chosen a limited-edition backpack for her, and she was very happy, especially since it was her favorite brand. She
even gave me a gift, more expensive than what I gave her—a Glashütte Original
watch .

She knew exactly what I liked and disliked. I was deeply touched by her generous gift;
knowing my watches were all sporty, she specially chose this formal style for me. Ah! What a wonderful girl!
After that, we had many days of passionate lovemaking, which brought me back to that heavenly feeling.

Yang returned to school the day before the semester started. I didn't dare tell Nan about buying her the bag; women are all
jealous , and I didn't want to cause myself trouble. Actually, I knew deep down that I had strong feelings for Yang
. This wasn't love at first sight, but rather a feeling that had slowly developed over the past six months. Yang was absolutely loyal to me as
a friend, but she never showed any particular affection for me. I cherished
my friendship with Yang, so I had to control myself in many ways, especially since Yang and Nan were roommates. If
something happened, Nan might easily sway me. At that time, Nan was absolutely my number one priority, and no other girl could
shake that.

On the phone, I told Yang I would pick her up at the station, and she naturally thanked me profusely. I arrived at the station early, and as
the train carrying Yang arrived, my longing for her intensified. In the vast crowd of people exiting the station,
my heart skipped a beat when I saw Yang in her white, tight-fitting down jacket. Yang was as alluring as ever, her
large, watery eyes brimming with irresistible charm. If Yang were to gaze at a man with such passion,
I think any man would be aroused. I'd seen that look in Fan Bingbing's eyes before,
because Yang resembled Fan Bingbing quite a bit—in both face and figure. Of course, Fan's figure wasn't as good, but
if Yang had Nan's figure, I think I would completely lose my ability to resist. Yang was overjoyed to see me
, and I reached out to take her suitcase. Without any hesitation, she handed me the handle and
said, "Nan and you were back a while ago, right?" "Yeah, you really are a shrewd one. Did you miss me?" I asked, half
-jokingly half-seriously. "You're so vain! I missed you and came back a long time ago!" Yang winked her captivating eyes at me
. Hearing Yang say that, I felt a pang of emptiness in my heart. "Is it because you missed your boyfriend that you came back so late?"
I teased Yang. Yang was silent for a moment, then said to me, "We've been arguing all winter break, and we haven't talked
for days ." I quickly asked, "Why? What happened?" Yang sighed and glared at me, saying,
"You're always asking so many questions! Let's go!" Seeing Yang's reaction, I didn't press her further, but hearing that she hadn't
contacted made me a little happy. After Yang got in the car, I took out the Gucci bag I had given her from the trunk,
complete with all the accessories. Yang really didn't expect me to give her a bag that was her dream at the time. It seems that women
can't resist the temptation of a bag; without even a polite formality, she immediately opened it and inspected it.

I couldn't help but look at her bustling about and say, "Sigh! You didn't even say thank you. I was thinking of you,
and I dragged her all the way back from Hong Kong. I'm exhausted, just because I wanted to buy you a new style that's not available
on ."

Yang was beaming, thanking me profusely. Looking at her eyes, clear as a pool
, even the hardest work didn't feel tiring. Then I told Yang not to tell Nan that the bag was a gift from me.
Yang naturally understood the reasoning; they were truly close friends. However, women are always jealous, and
after promising me, she still asked what nice gift I had given Nan. Sigh, at that moment, I couldn't help but think that women can be really
difficult sometimes.

Time flew by, and more than three months passed. Nan and I were practically inseparable. To be honest, I neglected
Yang. You could say I had reservations, but more importantly, I was busy "training" Nan, and during that time, I rarely
had contact or communication with Yang. However, one weekend, Nan suddenly told me that a senior student was pursuing Yang very aggressively, and Yang
seemed to be somewhat smitten. That evening, the senior student wanted to invite Yang to dinner, and Yang agreed, but wanted Nan to come along as well, and also to
ask Nan for advice. Since I'm Nan's boyfriend, I was also invited. Hearing this, I felt a jolt
of shock and quickly asked Nan, "Doesn't Yang have a boyfriend? Why did she agree to go out to dinner with him?!" Nan
calmly replied, "What's the rush?! Her relationship with her boyfriend is very strained lately, they're about to break up, you're just
worrying." I realized my lapse in composure and immediately shut up, but I was determined to see who
this senior student who could make Yang somewhat smitten was.

Dinner was at Jin Hans, a chain Brazilian-style barbecue restaurant run by people from Northeast China. Previously, in my...
I'd eaten this back home before; they had a wide variety of grilled items, and while the taste wasn't exactly authentic, it was acceptable, and most importantly, the price was very
reasonable . Considering we might drink, I didn't drive and took a taxi with Nan to the restaurant. Yang and my senior had already arrived
a while ago. When I saw Yang sitting side-by-side with that man, my heart ached! But
no one noticed. I sized up my senior; he was about 1.82 meters tall, a little shorter than me
, and rather thin, but quite handsome, with a refined air, and wearing
Nikon glasses. He wore a pink crocodile shirt, what looked like size 501 jeans, and Adidas sneakers.
A black Prada bag sat on the table. It was
clear that his appearance was outstanding among students, indicating a certain level of financial stability. "Hello!" he greeted Nan and me, extending
his hand, which I politely returned. However, I noticed his eyes then lingering on Nan's black clothes, a
gesture that made me uncomfortable. I coughed and sat down. The four of them started chatting casually, the topics ranging from
all over the world. However, I could sense a lot of him showing off in his conversation. Indeed, his knowledge and experience were beyond
the reach of the average student. Yet,
for , everything seemed so insignificant. He hadn't even reached my level of life. And I, being a low-key person,
dislike those who like to flaunt their achievements. When the barbecue arrived, he actually complained that the restaurant's knives weren't
sharp enough to cut the beef smoothly, and then casually pulled out a Buck 110 folding knife from his bag and started cutting the beef.
Keep in mind that this kind of knife has serrations; this was undoubtedly a pretentious act. Nan had been listening to his boasting for a long time and was already
disdainful . Nan was not comparable to Yang; everyone she had encountered since childhood had treated her
with utmost respect, and she had long been resentful. She said, "To be honest, it's not that fast, huh?" Knowing my low-key personality, she
took out the Chris Reeve Little Shaknife I had given her from her bag.
She had become interested in this knife after I used the standard Shaknife to cut her stockings and insisted that I give her one. Considering her small hands, I gave her
the Little Shaknife. Although the Shaknife wasn't expensive, costing only as much as an iPhone, it was the most sought-after folding knife in the world.
His Buck 110, while classic, was like comparing a Pentium to a Mercedes compared to the Shaknife.
I could tell from his eyes that he knew knives, and since Nan showed the knife, he had been glancing at her repeatedly. Seeing that
I didn't say anything or show any concern, he assumed I had gotten Nan by my looks, that I was a complete gigolo. My clothes were very
ordinary; I'm not one to care about clothes, and I never wear a watch at school. Having drunk some
dark beer , his blood was probably boiling. In an attempt to regain his composure after his earlier failed attempt to impress the beautiful woman, he
said to me, "Handsome, I think you'd look good in Lacoste shirts too. You'd definitely look great in one." I couldn't help but chuckle at his
comment , thinking to myself, "Even though he's my senior, he's still quite naive." I slowly replied, "I
only like Ralph Lauren in polo shirts! Because he created polo! I don't really like the others." My
retort was a perfect victory. He hadn't even heard of the brand; indeed, very few people wore it back then, and it
probably wasn't available in Chinese department stores. After his complete defeat, he finally fell silent for a while. My feelings during this meal were very
complicated; I had only one belief in my mind: Yang absolutely cannot be with the man in front of me! I absolutely refuse!!

After lunch, we took a taxi back to school. Nan didn't like this senior at all, and even
disliked him a bit. Because the senior asked Yang to take a walk on campus after lunch, Nan went back to her dormitory alone. I was worried, so
I also took a walk on campus alone. Actually, I wanted to keep an eye on them, afraid that the senior would do something inappropriate.

The next day, I secretly sent Yang a text message, asking her to wait for me behind the teaching building at noon. Yang rushed
over. "Yang, did you break up with your boyfriend?" I asked bluntly. Yang didn't answer directly, and seemed
a little angry, saying, "I thought it was something serious!" Seeing that she seemed unhappy, I couldn't
press her further and could only say, "I feel that this senior isn't very reliable. You'd better think it over carefully." When Yang
heard me say this, her face showed anger, and her watery eyes stared at me intently.
She said, "That's my business! It's none of your concern." She turned and walked away without looking back. In the instant she turned away, I thought I saw a tear in the corner of her
eye, or perhaps it was just my imagination. Indeed, I had no right to interfere in Yang's life. We
were just good friends. However, I truly experienced Yang's stubborn personality at that moment, and it was
the first time she had ever gotten angry at me, the only time I had ever seen her angry with anyone at school. This matter gave
me a headache. I realized that I liked Yang, otherwise I wouldn't have reacted so strongly. However, I
didn't understand Yang's feelings and thoughts at that time.

Half a month later, I discovered that Yang had gone to the cafeteria with this senior for two consecutive days. Fortunately, the two were still quite
polite, so they probably weren't very close. I asked Nan, who was sitting across from me, "Nan, has Yang
started dating that senior?" "Yeah, for several days now," Nan said casually. I suddenly felt a
pain in my chest, a feeling I rarely experienced. I knew very well that Yang was probably just as important to me as Nan was, but I seemed to
have no right to demand anything from Yang. I ate that meal with great relish, as if chewing wax. I thought to myself, Yang
should be more selective when choosing a boyfriend. That senior is definitely not good enough for her. Yang is a well-known beauty in our year,
just like . Although she's not as irresistible as Nan, she's still outstanding. I was very
unwilling to accept this. After evening self-study, I secretly sent Yang a text message. I asked her to come to
the woods behind the school secretly, without telling Nan, because I had something important to tell her. I thought about those few words for an entire afternoon
, and finally decided to ask Yang to come to me. I was sure she would come; given how close we are as
friends, she would definitely come. Indeed, Yang came alone soon after. However, I noticed that in the past two weeks, Yang
seemed to have lost her former radiant beauty, and she had become thinner. "Yang, you can't be with
that senior!" I said to Yang. When Yang saw me say the same thing again, her eyes seemed to glisten with tears. I
saw a few crystals, and she said to me, "Give me a reason!" "I like you!!" I
didn't realize that I had said such a thing. It was absolutely from the bottom of my heart! Two tear tracks
rolled down Yang's cheeks in an instant. She raised her hand and slapped me across the face, then took a small step towards me and leaned against me.
I was on top of her. I hadn't expected things to turn out this way. How was this going to end? I kept asking myself these questions.
Yang was leaning against my chest, and I could only slowly hold her, letting her tears soak my
clothes . "I actually fell in love with you a long time ago, but you loved Nan. It hurt me so much, but
because I loved you so much, I could only love you silently. Later, I realized I couldn't love
anyone else . Because I loved you, I started to hate my ex-boyfriend, and you were so far away from me. I desperately wanted to find
someone to replace you, but I really couldn't, I couldn't!"

Yang cried as she spoke these words in a short, drawn-out voice. At that moment, I wanted to curse, I wanted to go back to
the feudal society of the past! Why couldn't there be polygamy! I never imagined Yang would do this to me, and how
deeply my love for Nan, which I had shown to Yang, must have hurt her so much. And Yang, because she loved
me, actually helped me win Nan's love for me! What a great lover she was! I found myself, without even realizing it,
with tears welling up . I gently stroked Yang, who was nestled in my arms, tears of apology streaming down my face as I looked at her fair forehead
. I hugged her tightly again. "I'm sorry, I love you. I'm sorry!" I said to Yang.

Yang was a woman who was willing to give everything for me, always silently, asking for nothing in return.
If Yang hadn't gone abroad, and if Nan hadn't left me because of family and work arrangements, I would definitely have married Yang
. I might never have met such a beautiful woman who loved me so much again in this life! Yang is returning to China this year.
During the years she studied abroad, she was single. We video chatted often, and every time she returned to China, we would meet, and of course
, make love. I will propose to her when she returns, and I think she will agree. She will come to
the city where I work and live and start a family with me, making up for the hurt I have caused her over the years. I absolutely believe that Yang
would never lie to me because she understands my lifestyle and knows I have a lover. However, she loves me so much that
she is willing to follow me in everything. When I was with Nan, she never asked anything of me, and
she never interfered with my philandering; she just silently gave to me. The thought of making Yang my wife has often
crossed my mind in the past year. I will never meet a woman as good to me as Yang in this life.
Although Yang had some affairs with her boyfriend before me, she is absolutely innocent after me. She is not a promiscuous woman.

This senior brother worked hard for several months, but in the end, he didn't even get to hold Yang's hand before I stole her away. However,
he would never have guessed the reason. He couldn't understand why Yang suddenly became so cold to him. From that day
on Yang stopped talking to him. Because of this, the senior brother waited outside Yang's dormitory for two days and two nights,
but in the end, he had to give up.

Yang started dating her boyfriend in her second year of high school. I saw his photos on social media; he seemed like a pretty good guy.
Before I got together with Yang, I never imagined she was still a virgin. I was stunned. I
felt even more guilty towards her. I couldn't even give her a proper title, while she had sacrificed so
much for me. The only reason was that she loved me.

The development of my relationship with Yang was painful yet thrilling. We both missed each other so much, but I
also deeply loved Nan. Nan and Yang were roommates and the best of friends in the dorm. This was exhausting
for me, especially since Nan and Yang were the focus of attention for many boys. I felt constantly
watched, and I had to be extremely careful in everything I did. It was both tiring and thrilling. Of course, this kind of thrill is something only those who have experienced
it can understand. However, Nan trusted me more. She wasn't the kind of woman who was very meticulous, while Yang was the complete
opposite. She was very meticulous and absolutely devoted to me, never betraying me and willing to give everything. This is why Yang was my secret lover
for so many years, and Nan, who slept in the same room with her every day, didn't notice anything at all.

"Before I met you, I never thought about what it would feel like to love someone. Now I understand that truly loving
someone will make me do anything, even die for you!" Yang said to me after we got together.
"But what you said is kind of scary. I know I've wronged you!" I said to Yang guiltily. "At least you
have a conscience. But please don't hurt me. I've found that I've become very vulnerable since I met you. If you dare
to leave me, I'll die with you!" Yang said, pretending to be fierce, while stuffing a peeled apple into my
mouth. I took a big bite and said to Yang, "We haven't even done anything yet, and you're already being so harsh?" Yang
stared at me with those captivating eyes, just like Fan Bingbing's, and said, "You can take whatever you want anytime!" I
grabbed Yang's full, coconut-like breasts hard, thinking to myself, "They feel so good. Being a little full is really
nice." "Then I'll take you now!" After saying that, I stepped on the gas and drove straight to the hotel. It was
the same hotel where I deflowered Nan last time. I pulled the shy, head-down Yang into the room. As soon as I closed the door, Yang knelt down
and unbuckled my belt, took out my big penis, and started sucking it vigorously. Yang had already given me oral sex
several times in my car, but this was the first time we were doing this in a room together. Her oral skills
had improved significantly since the beginning; she knew how to use her tongue to circle around, unlike at the beginning when she just knew how to suck
hard . I found it hard to have any sadistic thoughts about Yang, because she had done so much for me and I truly cherished her.
I gently guided my penis into Yang's mouth. Yang's lips were full; as I mentioned before,
she looked a lot like Fan Bingbing, but she was more alluring, like a white fox with big eyes. Her skin was as white as milk,
quite different from Nan's rosy complexion. I pulled Yang up and unbuttoned her plaid shirt, revealing a pair of large,
coconut- shaped breasts. I slowly pulled down Yang's purple bra, and her breasts
bounced twice in front of me, incredibly elastic. It would be difficult to hold one in one hand. I kneaded Yang's
breasts with both hands, and Yang's full red lips came closer, kissing mine. We kissed passionately. Yang's breath
naturally had a fresh orchid scent, which I loved. Those full lips felt wonderful to kiss,
soft and warm. I gently bit Yang's lips, then pulled down her jeans. Now Yang was
only white cotton underwear. I began to admire the beautiful young woman's body. Her snow-white skin was
exceptionally alluring under the sunlight. Because it was a high-rise, five-star hotel, I hadn't drawn the curtains. There were no taller
buildings around, and the room was brightly lit. I led Yang to the bed and made her kneel on it.
Yang's buttocks were raised high towards me. I slowly pulled down Yang's underwear, completely
exposing . It was the first time I had ever seen Yang's private parts. Because Yang's buttocks were very full, large and plump
, they even covered her anus. I parted those plump buttocks, and Yang's anus was revealed. I leaned over to smell it;
it smelled of fragrant shower gel. The pink anus was small, and the folds on it were also pink,
evenly distributed. I really liked Yang's anus. I gently touched it with my tongue, and Yang's body jerked forward
at She leaned over, saying, "Don't get it dirty!" I replied, "It's okay, I like it, and I don't care if you've had
boyfriends before." Hearing this, Yang suddenly turned around and said righteously, "What do you mean?
I've never done 'that' before! Didn't you realize when I gave you oral sex that it was my first time with someone else
?!" I was stunned. Indeed, I had never asked Yang about her past life because I had
preconceived notions , assuming that after dating for so long, how could they not have done 'that'? Yang's words completely shattered my preconceived notions.
Was Yang still a virgin? Seeing my confused expression, Yang turned back and said, "Don't underestimate me! Let me
tell you, the reason I left my high school boyfriend so easily was because we hadn't done 'that'. I
've decided to give you my first time now. You should know that you are the person I love most! The man I love most in this life. You
can not cherish it, and I won't regret it, but you must understand the sacrifices I've made for you!" My God, her
words almost made me cry. I immediately lost all interest in sex. I asked myself if I was hurting a
girl who loved me so much? Had I gone too far? I'm not someone who's completely lost my morals, and I'm truly afraid
I'll end up hurting Yang deeply. Yang sensed my hesitation and leaned closer to me, taking my
hand and behaving like a docile kitten. Honestly, facing that beautiful, fair, and dewy young woman's body, I couldn't
resist , especially Yang's face, which could captivate any man. I was ultimately
defeated by impulse. I grabbed one of Yang's breasts; it felt incredibly soft and elastic. The nipple was erect
with . Yang's nipple was long, about the length of one of my little fingers, a pinkish-red color—
a type of nipple I'd never encountered before. Especially the way that long nipple was supported by her exceptionally full and firm breasts
was mesmerizing. I couldn't help but take that long nipple into my mouth. The
sensation in my mouth was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. The nipple, engorged and resilient, was teased by my tongue, and Yang let out
a soft moan. I laid her flat on the bed again, spreading her legs. Yang's genitals were exposed
to me. Her clitoris was longer than any I'd ever seen on a girl. I thought to myself, what an extraordinary woman; no wonder she
looked like a little fox. I wanted to touch Yang's clitoris. The moment my fingertips touched that pink clitoris
, I felt it twitch. It was visibly engorged with blood,
more than twice the size of a normal woman's clitoris. The moment I touched her clitoris, Yang shuddered, desperately protecting
it , showing how sensitive it was. Yang's labia were thin, like a little girl's,
pink and tender, covered in vaginal fluid, glistening like dewdrops,
beautifully illuminated by the sunlight. I couldn't help but part Yang's labia; actually, I mainly wanted to see her hymen. I saw it for myself
. The hymen was perfectly intact, the opening was so small that even the tip of my little finger couldn't fit inside, and
there wasn't a single tiny tear. Yang had indeed told me the truth, and I felt a surge of
emotion . I gently took Yang's labia into my mouth. As soon as I did, I felt a lot
of fluid flow from her vagina, covering my mouth. This fluid felt sticky and very lubricating. Yang had so much lubricant!
I couldn't help but imagine how wonderful it would be to penetrate her. I couldn't wait any longer. I gripped my large penis and moistened it with the fluid from Yang's
labia , slowly applying pressure. But it felt so tight, difficult to penetrate. Yang's figure
was fuller than Nan's, with a large bottom and wide hips, but it felt even tighter. I felt a pain in my
glans from the pressure, while Yang gripped the sheets tightly, not uttering a painful groan, her teeth
clenched firmly. I understood that Yang must be in great pain at that moment; her lack of resistance was because she was determined to
give me her virginity. I had no choice but to steel myself again and thrust forward with all my might. With a soft "pop,"
my glans suddenly broke through that virgin's defenses, and blood immediately flowed down her labia. I
had carefully examined Yang's hymen before; it was quite thick, with many blood vessels, which explained the increased bleeding. Seeing that it was already
broken, I had to pull out again with greater force. This time, I had to break the hymen completely, otherwise, it would
bleed . I had experience, so I inserted again, and this time it was easier to go in, but there was still noticeable resistance.
Fortunately, Yang was very wet, which greatly helped me get in. Yang bit her lip tightly, almost
tearing . "Yang, is it very painful?" I asked Yang, knowing the answer already. "It's okay, don't worry, I'll hold on
," Yang said with her eyes closed. I increased the force of my thrusting, very slowly. Because of the lubrication and
my large penis, I heard a squelching sound inside her vagina, which was incredibly stimulating.
I slowly managed to insert halfway in. As I went deeper, Yang finally couldn't take it anymore
. "It hurts," she whispered, her voice filled with guilt. I picked her up and lay down, with
Yang kneeling on top of me. This position allowed Yang to control the pressure and depth herself. Yang used her
smooth , soft hands to caress my penis, which was half-exposed outside her vagina, covered in her
lubricant and her virgin blood. She slowly, little by little, penetrated deeper, her movements clumsy. Her vagina teased my penis a few times
, but because of her awkwardness, it slipped out. Suddenly losing that incredibly tight
, warm, and moist embrace was unbearable. "Yang, put it in quickly, your vagina feels so good,"
I said lewdly, looking at Yang. Hearing my words, Yang's expression brightened considerably, her previous pain vanishing.
She said, "I want you to feel good! Your happiness makes me happy!" With that, she again grasped my erect penis and
slowly inserted it into Yang's vagina, still dripping with virgin blood. A lot of blood flowed; Yang, straddling me
, had smeared my groin with her virgin blood. However, the bleeding was noticeably lighter than before, though still plentiful, slowly trickling
down my penis inside her. When I was fully inside Yang's vagina, I felt a rush of pressure at the front.
I came across something soft, like a small mouth. Each insertion was incredibly stimulating because it was hot and narrow
; touching deeper inside made my glans feel tingly and numb. (Later, I used a speculum
to examine it; it was a pinkish, tender piece of flesh, likely congenital, serving to increase pleasure through secondary friction
, much like the protrusions on a male dog's penis. I've seen so many girls inside Yang's vagina.)
Each time I withdrew, this tender flesh would slightly obstruct the glans, greatly increasing friction.
For Yang, this tender flesh was extremely sensitive, arguably the most sensitive part of her body. Every
touch of it would elicit an uncontrollable moan from her. No wonder Yang looked like a snow-white little
fox ; her large, alluring eyes were the most arousing eyes I'd ever seen. I suspect this tender flesh might
be a very prominent G-spot; every woman has one, but the sensitivity and size vary. I'm truly
grateful that Yang is my woman now.

Every time my large penis touched that tender flesh, Yang's little vagina would leak a stream of lubricant,
even when Yang was in the most pain from being deflowered. One can only imagine
what it will be like when Yang truly experiences the pleasure of sex. In Yang's narrow, constantly leaking vagina, I simply couldn't control myself,
especially since my penis

stimulated her very prominent G-spot, causing the virgin I was deflowering to let out an uncontrollable moan of excitement on her first time.

I lost control and ejaculated wildly, ejaculating for a long time, even trembling with excitement. My lower abdomen ached a little
afterward ; perhaps I was too excited. I hadn't ejaculated so excitedly in a long time! Compared to Nan
, I prefer having sex with Yang because Yang's vagina is the most comfortable of all the women I've ever had. Although Yang doesn't have
Nan's amazing figure, her face is in no way inferior to Nan's, and even more arousing to my desire. This
is one of the reasons I want to marry Yang; only after experiencing more can one know what the best choice is!

My freshman year ended, and in my sophomore year, Yang became my loyal lover. She
never ; she supported everything I did as long as I was happy! There will be more descriptions of sex scenes from my sophomore year.
Especially the time Qian was video chatting with her boyfriend—because her boyfriend couldn't see this side, but I could see him—
when I penetrated her from behind while she was texting with him on QQ, it was still the most exciting time I've ever experienced. I
'll write about it in detail in the next post. During my sophomore year, I also experienced my first threesome with a middle-aged couple. The mature woman
was very attractive, and we had double penetration. Very exciting! Stay tuned for "The College Girls I Slept With 3"!
Thank you!!

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