Beautiful legs virgin

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As I squatted down, following the instructions of a company employee, and placed the maple tree next to the counter by the door, a woman dressed in an office lady outfit, a tight skirt about 105 centimeters above the knee, and 3-inch high heels walked past me. Her legs, encased in sheer stockings, were the most beautiful legs I had ever seen—snow-white, shapely, and slender; the curves of her legs stirred my heart.

Looking up, I only saw her back, her flowing long hair, and I could almost smell the delicate fragrance of a young girl. When she turned to talk to her colleague, I saw her medium-sized, bright eyes and her distinctive, pretty face.

From her conversation with her colleague, I learned she was the company's manager; she seemed completely oblivious to me squatting on the floor arranging the maple tree.

When I got up to collect the payment, I realized the boss had instructed her to give me the money. So I took the opportunity to ask for her business card. Her surname was Zheng, and her name was Zheng Shuzhen. Wanting to chat with her a bit more, I told her there were even better goods in the truck downstairs and asked if she was interested in taking a look

. She readily agreed. We entered the elevator together. In the cramped space, I caught a whiff of the delicate fragrance of her hair. I glanced down at her beautiful legs, almost unable to resist the urge to slip my hand under her super-short skirt and caress her private area. Her pure and delicate face only offered a calm smile, completely unaware of my wicked thoughts.

At the parking area, she looked with great interest at the various exquisite goods in my truck, while I just kept staring at her curves.

I think any man who saw her beautiful legs would fantasize about those legs wrapped around his waist.

After she inspected the goods, her expression was naturally beautiful. I smiled and said she would tell the boss that the decision to buy

or not was up to him. She gave another smooth, natural smile, as if she had no particular feelings for me, and turned to walk into the elevator. Watching her back, I saw her stunningly beautiful legs, with their perfectly proportioned lines that stirred my heart. I thought to myself, how many men dreamed of that small area between her thighs?

Perhaps many men had already enjoyed it.

On the drive home, I kept thinking about this pointless question.

Finally, I made up my mind: no matter how many men had enjoyed her body, I was determined to insert my penis into the alluring passage between her thighs. If her slender, snow-white legs were wrapped tightly around my waist, that would be an unparalleled pleasure. After

a few days, Ms. Zheng Shuzhen's company didn't place any more orders with us. I couldn't resist picking up her business card and calling her, making an excuse to ask if she was interested in our company's goods.

She told me her boss was abroad and she hadn't told him yet. She asked if I was free to have dinner with her, as she needed to install electrical wiring. She said she was busy, but I persisted, saying I could accommodate her schedule. She politely declined again, chuckling and telling me not to be silly, before hanging up.

I held the phone, a little annoyed, thinking that with my height of over 180cm, good figure, and presentable appearance, she casually declined my invitation. I was afraid I wouldn't have the chance to have her beautiful legs wrapped around my waist. I hung up, feeling somewhat disappointed.

About a week later, I suddenly received a call from her at work. At first, I thought she wanted to place an order, but she asked if I was free after work and wanted to meet up. I was completely confused; she actually wanted to meet me?

Because I was very down on my luck at the time, and my aunt was a heavy laborer who exploited me, often making me work until 9 pm before letting me go home, I mustered up the courage to tell her that I had something to do that night. She insisted on letting me go, and after a few nagging words from her, I finally managed to go to our appointment.

Since she didn't want to be seen by people at her company, I drove my beat-up little car to the alleyway next to her company to wait for her. Her beautiful figure appeared, wearing the super short, tight skirt I had been fantasizing about every day, her alluring legs in 3-inch high heels, making my penis throb.

After she got in the car, I smelled a faint fragrance, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes sparkling. She said very simply, "Let's go!"

I asked her where she wanted to go.

She said she would just wander around. I drove to Fengshan, a place I knew well. She didn't say much along the way, but I couldn't help but keep stealing glances at her beautiful legs. Because she was sitting, her short, tight skirt had ridden up even shorter, revealing a large section of her thighs. Looking at her snow-white thighs, I couldn't help but quietly place my hand on her thigh.

She said, "Don't do that, it's not good..."

I withdrew my hand and said, "Your legs are so beautiful!"

She smiled, noncommittal. I could tell she was used to hearing compliments about her legs.

I was plotting how to get on top of her, to have her beautiful legs wrapped around my waist. I was determined to have her beautiful legs wrapped around my waist.

Before I knew it, the car had arrived in Shipai. I looked up and saw an MTV store.

I asked her, "Want to watch an MTV?"

She said, "Sure!"

The waiter closed the door and left. The movie I chose was a foreign action film, which naturally had many intimate scenes. When the male and female leads were having sex on the screen, I glanced at her. She was watching intently, her expression natural, and I couldn't tell what she was thinking at all.

My gaze involuntarily drifted down to her beautiful legs, which were partially exposed by her tight skirt. When she noticed my hand on her thigh, she seemed a little uncomfortable, but she didn't push it away. I gently massaged the inside of her thigh through her flesh-colored sheer stockings. She squeezed her thighs tightly together, and I felt the warmth of her hand being held between her thighs. My erection throbbed, wanting to pop out.

I glanced at her expression; she was focused on the screen, secretly reaching out to pull my hand away from her thighs. I tried to take the opportunity to pull her hand to my bulging crotch. She tried to pull her hand back, but I wouldn't let her. She turned to look at me, just staring at me quietly.

She said, "What do you want to do?"

I said, "Nothing!

Your legs are so beautiful, I just want to touch them!"

She said, "No one has ever been so rude to me!"

I said a little cheekily, "I just want to touch them once. Don't worry, I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do!"

She said, "You're forcing me right now!"

I looked at her bright red lips and suddenly kissed her. Caught off guard, she was caught off guard and turned her head away, wiping her lips with her hand.

She said angrily, "You've gone too far! If it weren't for… I would have slapped you!

" What did she mean by "if it weren't for…"? "I don't know!"

I thought she would leave, but after she finished speaking, she ignored me, her face cold as she continued to concentrate on the screen. My mind was a mess at that moment, I didn't know what I was thinking. The faint fragrance around me, visible but unattainable, was pure torture. I thought, since you haven't left, you probably tacitly agree, or maybe you're just secretly horny, wanting it to death inside while pretending to be a saint.

While she was focused on the plot, my hand landed on her thigh again. She didn't move. I thought, "I guessed it. You're actually horny too."

When I slipped my hand under her tight skirt, she didn't move, but I could feel her gaze dazed as she looked at the screen. When my hand touched the slightly protruding area at the base of her thigh, I felt a warm, slightly damp sensation.

I couldn't resist suddenly grabbing her, pulling down her stockings, and removing her white, semi-transparent panties. She hadn't expected me to be so audacious and struggled in shock.

Restrained, she dared not cry out.

I quickly pulled down my jeans, revealing my engorged penis, and forcefully parted her snow-white, alluring thighs, thrusting it between her legs.

Because I had only pulled her stockings and tight panties down to her knees, I couldn't fully open her thighs; in reality, my penis was only trapped between her thighs, the glans rubbing against her labia.

I wasn't truly satisfied with that, so I tightly gripped her buttocks with both hands, rubbing my large glans against her already wet and lubricated labia, making her moan and causing her delicate petals to slightly open.

When I tried to insert my large glans, slippery with her fluids, into her tender petals, she suddenly twisted her waist away and sternly told me to let go of her buttocks.

I said, "Don't be nervous, I haven't had sex in a long time, I just want to rub against you a little. I won't go in if you don't agree..." She gritted her teeth, kept her mouth shut, and wouldn't look at me. Suppressing my shame, I continued thrusting my penis. And so, on our first date, I ejaculated between her legs.

On the way back, she didn't say a word. When she got out of the car, I asked her when she was free. She glanced at me and walked into the elevator (she lived in a small apartment her company had arranged for her in that building).

Later, when I got back to my place, I called her, and she actually answered. She said again that no one had ever been so rude to her before, and that she had only come out that day to escape a man who was constantly harassing her, and she hadn't expected me to be so unreasonable.

Then she said she was going to sleep and hung up the phone. I thought about her alluring legs.

A week later, with the attitude that I wouldn't bother going out, I called her again, and to my surprise, she agreed.

At the same alleyway, that alluring figure appeared again, still wearing a super short, tight skirt. My heart fluttered again for her shapely, slender legs.

Hoping for a lucky break, I deliberately drove to the MTV room I'd seen before and parked there. She got out of the car without saying anything and we went into the room. I really had to thank the waiter; it turned out that the waiter had led us to a Japanese-style tatami room, where you sit reclining on the tatami to watch an MTV. I can't remember what movie we chose this time.

In the darkness, all I knew was what I was thinking and what I saw was her sitting on the tatami mat, her slender, snow-white legs blurry but clearly visible. My penis was rebelling again in my pants. In the darkness, I quietly unzipped my pants and quietly pulled out my large penis, about 17.5 centimeters long and as thick as an egg.

Just like last time, she was focused on watching the movie and didn't notice my intentions. My hand wandered under her skirt again. She didn't pay attention, but from the message from my hand, I felt a slight twitching in the base of her thighs. Was it arousal or nervousness?

I didn't have time to think about it. The motive in my mind was, "Don't pretend. A pretty girl with a figure as good as yours and such amazing legs might have been deflowered back in her school days."

When my hand reached her slightly swollen triangular area, my middle finger pressed against her labia through her panties, and I felt warmth and moisture again, even wetter than before. It seemed her vaginal fluids had already soaked through the thin silk fabric of her panties.

I quietly put my arm around her shoulder; her shoulder was stiff. I took her hand and placed it on my swollen penis, startling her.

She said, "You're doing this again. I'm leaving..."

Saying "leave," she actually stood up. I thought to myself, if I let her go now, I might never get to eat this swan. I forcefully pushed her down onto the tatami mat, and before she could cover herself, I ripped off her sheer pantyhose, pulled down her panties, and thrust my penis back between her legs.

As she opened her eyes wide, about to curse, I forcefully covered her mouth with mine, but dared not put my tongue in her mouth, fearing she might bite it off in her anger.

She struggled desperately, shaking her head. I held her head tightly with my left hand to prevent her from shaking off, while my right hand held her exposed buttocks. I used my knee to pry open her thighs, which she was trying to clench.

I felt the head of my penis against her wet, slippery labia. Afraid that her lower body would twist open again like last time, I reached my right hand under her buttocks, grabbed her left thigh, and grasped my hard, iron-like penis.

I aimed the head of my penis at her wet vaginal opening and thrust it in forcefully. I heard her whimper through her mouth, which I had covered with mine. My entire penis was fully inserted, and I felt it immediately being firmly gripped by the soft, tender flesh inside her vagina.

Her exposed thighs were pressed tightly against my bare thighs, and my pubic bone pressed tightly against her mons pubis.

It felt so good. Perhaps out of physiological instinct, her soft vagina gripped my penis tightly. The physical and psychological pleasure I felt at that moment could only be described as ecstasy.

Her vagina was incredibly tight; the tender flesh of her vaginal walls writhed and sucked firmly against my large penis. I knew I was in big trouble and about to ejaculate.

I immediately began thrusting rapidly, my right hand, holding her buttocks, pressing her lower body tightly against mine. At that moment, I felt my entire penis seamlessly joined to her vagina, our pubic hair intertwined. I felt the glans of my penis grinding firmly against the core of her vagina, like a kiss. In an

instant, I ejaculated, my millions of hot semen spraying wildly into the core of her womb.

She may have known, or she may not have known, but at that moment, I felt her uterus contract rapidly, gripping and sucking my glans—it felt amazing.

When my lips left her bright red lips,

her first words were: "It hurts!"

At that moment, I couldn't believe her vagina hadn't been penetrated by a man, but as I looked down at my now limp penis withdrawing from her vagina, I noticed the glans was sticky.

Upon closer inspection, it was blood—her virgin blood. I was instantly shocked. I'd been with many virgins before, but never this astonishing.

I never imagined someone with such a great figure, such a delicate face, and the most beautiful legs I'd ever seen, would be a virgin, untouched by a man. I was incredibly lucky.

After that, we had sex about once or twice a week. I gradually noticed she was incredibly wet, and her sex skills improved rapidly—no wonder she was a Scorpio.

She also loved sex more and more; having sex three times a night wasn't unusual, and her record was seven times in one day. We also had anal sex about ten times. She didn't like anal sex, saying it didn't feel like the fusion of our genitals. She preferred my large penis pounding into her tender vagina. Every time her beautiful legs wrapped tightly around my waist, I felt like I was floating on air.

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