[It's hard to say how romantic it is without flowers and moonlight] (The End) Author: Young Abin, Whose Idol

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Flowers before the moon, hard to say even more romantic

escapades Now that I'm back in China, I'll share some little stories that happened here.

Let's start with W, the first girl I actually hooked up with, through a shake.

After a simple greeting, we added each other as friends. After chatting for a few minutes, she sent me a wet photo of herself in pajamas. My
heart started racing; it felt like walking down the street and suddenly finding five yuan on the ground.

I didn't expect anything too outrageous, so we continued chatting.

She lived near my house, born in '89, so I called her a '90s kid. She called me "uncle," and then,
out of nowhere , she sent me a photo of two big white breasts—honestly, really big. Of course, the subsequent
chats were still very pleasant, since she was very open. We continued to keep in touch by

greeting each other, chatting, and often sending pictures of legs or swimsuits to flirt a little, and our relationship was
heating up .

One day I went to her shop to find her. No one was there. I sat down next to her and said a few words, then secretly
kissed her. She blushed immediately.

I asked her if she wanted more.

She nodded shyly.

There was a storage room behind her shop, and she locked the door. We went into the storage room and kissed passionately.
She was wearing a short skirt and black stockings. I had her sit on my lap, and I immediately started touching her butt and legs.

After kissing for a while, she cutely asked me, "Why don't you touch my breasts?"

I replied, "There are too many clothes; I want to touch them directly."

Haha, she was so embarrassed. We lingered for a while longer, then I drove her home.

It just so happened that I had to go out of town on business one day, so I asked her if she had time to go with me. She said yes, and we
made plans .

On the agreed-upon day, we drove off together, first to run our business, and then I asked her if she wanted to find a place to rest.

She lowered her head and said, "Whatever you say."

We found a hotel and bought snacks and condoms at the supermarket downstairs.

Once inside the room, after putting my things down, I hugged her from behind. She wasn't very tall, around 165cm,
while I'm 185cm. My hands landed perfectly on her large, soft breasts, probably a D cup.

I kissed her earlobes and neck, my hands roaming freely. She leaned against me obediently.

I whispered in her ear, "I want you."

She glanced at me and then closed her eyes.

I threw her onto the bed and quickly undressed us both.

A pale, fleshy body lay before me, large breasts, sparse pubic hair. I greedily grasped her
breasts, sucking on her nipples and tracing the area with my tongue.

She let out a soft moan, and I sucked even harder, kissing her neck and earlobes,
nibbling at her lips.

My hands weren't idle either, tracing down her stomach, exploring between her thighs, until I reached her genitals, which were already
wet .

I enjoy admiring women's genitals, so I moved down her body,
noticing the sparse pubic hair and pink labia. Without thinking, I stuck my tongue out. I really liked it.

She couldn't resist any longer, holding my head, and I inserted my tongue completely into her vagina. I could clearly
feel her vagina contracting, and it became even wetter.

I asked her, "Am I in?"

She said, "Come on."

Without further ado, I put on a condom and entered.

By the way, Okamoto condoms only work with 003; 001 won't fit. Her vagina was sufficiently slippery, offering no
resistance. The positions were simply traditional: woman-on-top and rear-entry.

She hadn't done this much before, so she was still a bit inexperienced, and it was quite tiring for me. The overall time was
okay, lasting around 20 minutes.

We met up a few more times afterward, including once in a movie theater where we kissed, and then she got aroused and knelt down to give me oral sex
.

Her whole body was so delicate and smooth; I realized how wonderful youth is.

Later, we were both busy with work, and our schedules overlapped for a long time. She also got a boyfriend, so we stopped meeting up . However,
we're still good friends and call each other occasionally.

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The second one, c, was a girl I met through a dating website. She was also in China, but in a different
city .

We added each other on WeChat first, then on QQ. Our work schedules were relatively flexible, so we chatted quite a
bit.

I'm fairly good at chatting, and I'm reasonably good-looking, so we had a good time talking.

I sent her photos, but she only sent me photos below her neck, probably because she was shy.

After about three or four months of contact, one day she suddenly messaged me on QQ, saying she was in a nearby city on business and
asked if I had time to meet up.

I canceled everything, bought a ticket, and went to see her.

We agreed to meet in the lobby of a shopping mall. She only told me she was wearing a trench coat. I wandered aimlessly through the crowd
, then suddenly spotted a girl in a trench coat. Instinct told me to slowly walk towards her, and thankfully she walked straight towards me too
. I guessed right, otherwise it would have been awkward.

She was about 165cm tall, with her hair up, delicate features, and an air of gentle refinement.

We smiled at each other, and our hands unconsciously reached out to sign our names. I also took the things from her hands. We chatted all the way,
feeling completely at ease. We hadn't eaten yet, so we bought two hamburgers, and stopped at a supermarket for snacks, water, and a
raincoat.

It was getting late, so we headed to her hotel. On the subway, we snuggled together, whispering secrets.

After putting our things down, we were both hungry. While eating, she showed me her new clothes that day,
but unfortunately, they didn't fit quite right, and she'd have to exchange them the next day.

After finishing our hamburgers and water, we sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against each other. In the brief silence, I
turned my head and kissed her lips.

She responded passionately, and I took the opportunity to pounce on her, holding her tightly and kissing her lips, nose,
neck, and ears. She also explored my mouth intensely, our tongues intertwining.

I whispered in her ear, "I want it."

She sweetly replied, "The night is all yours, go turn off the light."

I got up, turned off the light, and took off my shirt. The curtains weren't drawn, and by the light of the streetlamp, I saw her taking off her skirt and corset on the slightly
dim bed.

Just as she was about to take off her bra, I stopped her, because I enjoy undressing women. I gently
touched her shoulders, pulled the bra straps down to the sides, my right hand touching her nipples hidden inside the bra, my left hand exploring her
pubic area.

After taking off her bra and panties, I laid her down, wanting to continue foreplay, but she said, "Come in,
I want it now."

I don't like being rushed, so I went straight for a condom. She asked if I could go without one.

I asked her, "Safety first, can't you get pregnant?"

She said, slightly disappointed, "Put it on."

I put on the condom and entered her, exclaiming, "So tight!"

She said she hadn't done it for months.

I couldn't disappoint her, right? Let's demonstrate.

One deep thrust, one pull, another deep thrust, another pull. She said, "This isn't working, I can't take it anymore, don't leave,
just fuck me."

I had no choice but to thrust at a rate of 7200 times per hour, and a miracle happened. Accompanied by her intense moans,
she squirted—yes, I'm sure it was squirting, it even sprayed onto my chest.

I witnessed a miracle when she squirted for the first time. I kept trying, and after about two or three minutes, she squirted again
. We weren't under anything, and the sheets were completely soaked.

I saw her squirt twice and felt she was tired, so I lay down and let her ride me. This position allowed me
to hit her sensitive spot with every thrust, and she moaned with each stroke.

I sat up, still with our bodies together, and we kissed. I asked her, "Do you like me fucking you
?"

She said, "Yes, I like you fucking me."

I can't stand girls swearing during sex, so I pushed her down, put my hands on her hips, and
continued thrusting at 7200 strokes per hour.

This time she couldn't take it anymore. "Faster, faster, fuck me, fuck me!"

I sped up and ejaculated. I lay on top of her and whispered in her ear, "I love fucking you."

She gently kissed my cheek, panting. "I love it too. I love your shoulders. I
love the feeling of looking at your shoulders.

" "Why?

" "Because when I'm down, I can only see your shoulders."

I kissed her forehead.

We had a great time, and after showering, we cuddled and fell asleep.

In the morning, we were in a rush, having to change train tickets. After getting dressed, I asked her, "How about we do
it again?"

She said yes.

I sat on the bed, legs apart, and had her sit between them, her back against my chest. I
kissed her earlobes and neck passionately, my left hand reaching under her clothes to fondle her breasts through her bra, while my right hand
explored her genitals.

She got wet quickly, and my right index and middle fingers easily slipped into her vagina.

I couldn't hold back any longer, so I pulled down my pants, hers and mine.

I used my index and middle fingers to thrust inside her, while my left hand touched her clitoris. Slowly, vaginal fluid flowed down
the back of my hand . She said, "Come on, I can't take it anymore." We put on

a condom and entered again.

Neither of us took off our shirts, and we thrust in and out completely naked. She moaned freely, occasionally letting out
a dirty word; it felt so good.

After we finished, we got dressed and hugged tightly.

Later, there was no more meeting, and nothing more. The most unforgettable moment was that classic
squirting sensation; I've never experienced it again. I loved that feeling of deep lovemaking, gentle whispers, and the physical contact,
but it required a perfect match between the two people.

[The End]

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