【Pretty Girl】(07-08) Author: Unknown

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(7)

I was swallowing under the chair. A slightly viscous and tasteless liquid
flowed into . Whenever the water stopped, I would stick out my tongue and clean the place that had just nourished me. After a few strokes,
another small stream of water would flow into my mouth. This would
happen I could suck hard, but I couldn't move my tongue too fast. Oral sex at this time was not for orgasm, but to
massage, so that Sister Liang could relax her body and concentrate on her work. The occasional urination was not
intentional. She might even forget that she had just urinated on me after finishing her work. However, the chair was indeed
well made. This angle allowed me to swallow effortlessly. I lay lazily under the chair and enjoyed it.

After a while, the pretty lady scrolled the mouse with her right hand, lifted the skirt covering my face with her left, and gently
touched my head. She had cut my hair short, close to my scalp, saying that the roots would feel itchy and comfortable when rubbing against
my thighs , and it wouldn't be difficult to clean while playing games. I nodded approvingly
, trying to chase her hand, but found myself trapped between her legs and unable to move. I could only
exhale forcefully through my nose, blowing on her pubic hair. While looking at the computer, she patted my head approvingly.
My tongue felt the muscles around my urethra bulge, and then, with a "whoosh," a small stream of urine shot into my mouth.
"Drink slowly, don't choke," she said casually. I looked up, and through her high, firm breasts, I could see her
beautiful chin. Her red lips were slightly parted in a smile, and her gaze was focused and intense as she looked at the computer. I
flicked my tongue three times inside her vagina, paused, and then flicked it three more times. "Can you talk? What's wrong, sweetie?
Are you uncomfortable?" She shifted her hips back, releasing my mouth, her gaze still on the computer. "No,
what are you looking at, sis? You seem so engrossed."

"Oh, I'm looking for study materials online."

"I thought you were looking at porn sites. Anyway, I only make that face when I'm looking at porn sites."

"Ugh, stop talking." After saying that, she pressed my mouth back into her labia. I quickly continued flicking my tongue
three times inside her vagina, paused, and then flicked it three more times.

"You're so annoying, you can talk." The pretty lady moved her hips away. "It's nothing, I just wanted to tell you that I especially
love watching you work hard. It's so charming and feminine." I said, "Silly girl, how can I not
work ? I still have to feed you and take care of you for the rest of my life."

"Taking care of me doesn't have to be this strenuous, and feeding me doesn't cost much, right?" After saying that,
I put my mouth to the pretty lady's vulva and deliberately took two deep, "sizzling" sucks.

"Stop talking too much." The pretty lady turned the compass, shaking my head until it was level with the chair seat. Then she
lifted her buttocks, spread her tight bottom with her hands, and sat down, covering my mouth with her anus. "If you want to talk
, talk to Second Sister. I'll let you talk as much as you want."

"Want to talk?" Heh, I thought. When we were alone together, and the pretty lady didn't allow me to speak,
I could only bark in protest or bark in agreement. Because most of the time I was just
under the pretty lady's skirt, I had no worries about food or clothing, everything was taken care of, and I didn't need to think or worry about anything. The pretty lady
had already arranged most things for me; I just had to comfortably do as she said, so of course I didn't need to express my opinion. However,
I had agreed on many secret codes with "Big Sister" (genitals) and "Second Sister" (anus), which allowed me to express even more.
So sometimes, when I found that barking wasn't enough to express what I was thinking, and the pretty lady didn't allow
me to speak, I would try to burrow deeper under her skirt to convey my meaning to "Big Sister" or "Second Sister."

Since I had nothing else to do, I figured I might as well chat with "Second Sister." I thought to myself, my nose was already
covered by her labia, the tip of my nose sunk into her vagina, making it impossible to breathe. So I opened my mouth and inhaled, the air flowing down her
buttocks into my lungs, bringing a fragrant aroma. Her buttocks were always very clean, of course, mainly
thanks to me. Then I exhaled the warm breath through my nose onto her labia. She approvingly
placed her hands between her legs, wanting to pat my head, but finding it already lowered into the chair, she patted my
forehead twice instead.

I pursed my lips and blew a breath onto the pretty girl's anus. I felt her buttock muscles tighten and then
relax . Then I pursed my lips, gathered some saliva on my tongue, and slowly circled it on her anus.
Saliva has a bactericidal function, but it only kills bacteria that one's own body cannot tolerate. Moreover, saliva contains
different bacteria in each person, so it may not be acceptable to others. The pretty girl and I both liked the feeling of me between her legs,
but initially, when the pretty girl had her monthly "red tonic" (menstrual blood), she would have terrible abdominal pain and discharge a slightly fishy-smelling
liquid. Later, I learned that... Knowing it was related to my saliva, the pretty lady asked me
to focus on sucking when licking her "big sister" (clitoris), and it had to be a woman-on-top position. She also told me to try not to let my tongue get into her vagina .
When licking her "second sister" (clitoris), I could do whatever I wanted. Actually, after several years of experience, I had mastered the licking technique very well. When I started being the pretty lady's "nighttime servant" for the first
two years , I would turn over and rest my head on her thigh, with my head tied to her "big
sister" all night, my mouth at the same level as her "big sister". Even so, the pretty lady's stomachache problem never recurred. Of course,
this might also be because the pretty lady had gotten used to me.

I slowly circled my tongue clockwise around the pretty girl's anus. After a dozen or so circles, she realized what I was doing,
turned on her MP3 player, and asked, "What do you want to hear?" I started playing a rhythm on her anus with my tongue, and
she slapped her thighs in time with my rhythm. This was a game we used to play. Finally, she said,
"I don't like it. I'm going to the kitchen to cook some food and then I'll let you out to play by yourself." She then put on a song by Jeff Chang.
I helplessly flicked my tongue and pulled it back.

Beneath the hazy skirt, I intoxicated myself, my tongue sliding in and out of the pretty girl's anus. The faint strains of Jeff Chang's song
drifted in: "Being your man means staying up 24 hours a day, carefully maintaining this passion so it doesn't fade..."
Heh, years have passed, but the passion between the pretty girl and me has never waned. But there's no need for
carefulness ; it's purely natural emotion. It's as if we are each other's other half, our union
as close as it is now. And of course, our relationship is roughly as "close" as it is now
...

(8)

After the climax, the pretty girl got off my face, bent down and lovingly wiped the love fluid off my face with her hand,
then put it on my lips: "Lick it clean, my sweetie."

I chased her hand with my mouth, like a puppy begging for food from its owner. The pretty girl giggled
and patted my head hard, saying: "You really are my sweetie, I've fulfilled your wish today,
have you seen enough?"

"No, I really want to keep looking for a lifetime."

"Then you have to stay under me for a lifetime." The pretty girl lifted my chin with her hand, gently kissed my forehead
, and then suddenly lifted my head, looking at the little mosquito net under me: "Oh, I forgot,
our sweetie is really not satisfied today."

"Hehe," I chuckled: "Actually, as long as I feel that you are satisfied, my heart is satisfied too."

"Sweetie, you're so good at talking. I love you, sir," the pretty lady said, patting my head. Then she turned around, grabbed my
head, and pressed it against her buttocks through her skirt. "Come to the kitchen with me. If you get hungry, I'll cook you something to eat."

In the kitchen, she lifted her skirt slightly, and I quickly pulled it up and went inside. She
pressed her long skirt behind my neck, stood with her legs on the ground, and held my head between her legs. She chatted with me while cooking. I used my shoulders and
the back of my head to lift her up. She balanced on her toes for a moment, then simply sat on my shoulders,
placing her feet on my thighs. "Sweetie, try it." She placed a piece of meat between her legs with her chopsticks. I opened my mouth
and ate it. "Delicious, delicious!"

"Isn't it good?"

"Not bad, no, almost.

" "Lacking salt? MSG?"

"Neither, but it feels like something's missing. It's not as good as before."

"The one from just now? Haha, I forgot. Sweetie, you're a dog, dogs don't like these kinds of dishes. Okay,
tonight, I'll feed you 'the one from just now' again."

"Mmm, I like it!" I hugged Liang Jie's leg tightly. Liang Jie tasted the food herself, then
stepped off me and said, "Take it in, scoop up the rice, I'll heat up some soup and come eat."

When Liang Jie came in, she saw me wolfing down my food. She smiled contentedly, then
frowned playfully and said, "Sweetie, that's not how dogs eat." She then put my bowl
under the table: "Crawl down and eat."

"Woof woof!" I crawled under the table and lowered my head to eat. The pretty lady didn't sit down; she held the dishes in her hand and added food to my plate. But
I wasn't used to this method, and the food kept going up my nose. "Pretty lady, this isn't right! Besides,
what am I going to do when I drink the soup? I don't have a long tongue; I'll burn myself if I suck it up."

The pretty lady frowned and considered for a moment, then said, "Okay, from now on, you'll eat at the table. Hey ,
look, a real dog is much better than your fake one!"

"You can't say that. A real dog might not be able to do what I can."

"Eat your food," the pretty lady tapped my head with her chopsticks, then suddenly said, "Yeah, hehe."

I looked up at the pretty lady, and she looked at me with a gentle smile. That
last sentence made me even happier than when she first pulled up her skirt. I knew that from the moment she said those words, she had completely
opened her heart to me, revealing her most primal desires and deepest emotions without any
hesitation . I felt a surge of emotion.

As the city lights began to twinkle, I lay on the pretty girl's single bed, wearing only my briefs.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom, and I recalled the scene from earlier.

Relationships between men and women often have a critical point. Once that point is crossed, all shyness and
reserve disappear, replaced by burning passion and explosive desire. Of course, this varies from person to person; many people
cross that point in bed. For me and her, that critical point was what she said to me at the dinner table:
since we had both abandoned pretense and wholeheartedly begun to accept each other, our relationship would be
as smooth as sailing with the current.

We didn't eat much dinner. She tossed me her purse and told me to go downstairs to get the clothesline. When I came back upstairs
, I had a can of beer and a box of condoms.

We sat embracing on the sofa, neither of us paying attention to the soap opera commercials on TV. We'd both drunk
quite a bit; her face was flushed, her lips were hot, her teeth were cold, her breasts were full and firm (
I later learned that the fullness was due to her bra; her breasts were actually quite small), her waist was slender and supple, her
feet…

She rested her head against my chest, calling out repeatedly, “Sweetie.”

“Woof woof.”

“Sweetie.”

“Woof woof.”

...

Just then, the beautiful woman walked in wearing a bath towel. As she leaned against the bed, she gently pulled
the towel behind her back, causing it to fall to the floor, revealing her perfect body curves. Her two proud little red nipples glistened with
dew , and a hint of dark skin clung to her legs. Instead of covering herself, she leaned down and
beckoned to me like she was calling her dog: "Come here, sweetheart."

I knelt up and crawled towards her, then looked up and kissed her passionately. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and with a slight
effort, flipped her over, pinning her beneath me...

I was a little worried, afraid this was just a drunken dream, afraid this beautiful scene could only exist in my
imagination . But the beautiful woman's perfect body beneath me dispelled my worries. As she gently twisted her waist, her two
nipples brushed against my chest, making my throat itch. I let out a soft "Ah-woo," bent down, and took one of them into my mouth,
biting and sucking hard. "Gently, young man, if you bite any harder, my breasts will come out."

"I just want to eat your breasts," I mumbled. "Gently, gently, sweetie, I don't have any breasts," the pretty
sister laughed like a silver bell.

I answered with "Mmm" while constantly kneading, licking, and sucking on the pretty sister's breasts. "Did you suck it out?"
the pretty sister stroked my head affectionately. "No... ugh."

"If you didn't, why are you still sucking?"

I looked up and said, "I don't know, but my throat is itchy, and I want to drink."

"Go drink some water if you're thirsty."

"No, I want to drink yours."

"You naughty dog, lie down, I'll feed you." The pretty sister said and pushed me away, so I lay down on the bed. The pretty sister
rolled over and pinned me down, straddling my waist, and said, "Open your mouth, I'll feed you water."

I opened my mouth wide, and the pretty sister pouted, took a mouthful of saliva, and spat it into my mouth. I smacked my lips; it didn't taste like anything.
I said, but my throat was even itchier, so I pressed down on the pretty girl's head with my hand and brought my mouth close to hers
, sucking hard. "Ugh, mmm," the pretty girl broke free from my hand and said, "You naughty boy, you've sucked all my saliva dry."

"Pretty girl, I want more.

" "No more," the pretty girl shook her head, then suddenly smiled and said, "Oh right, there's another place." Then
she knelt down and came up, pressing my hands under her calves, and brought her mysterious garden close to my mouth: "
Didn't you want me to feed you with this today? Come on, this is where you grew."

I raised my head and brought my mouth close to the pretty girl's labia, licking and sucking deeply. When the pretty girl saw that I had taken the initiative to reach up to her mouth, she
relaxed and sat down, pressing her lower body against my face. Her left hand slowly stroked my hair, while her right hand grabbed and kneaded her
breasts, letting my tongue move around inside them.

A moment later, the pretty girl's thighs began to clamp my head tightly, and the hand that had been stroking me turned into a grip
on my hair, pressing it hard against her vulva. I felt her vagina contract completely, knowing that she was about to have another orgasm.
I quickly rubbed the clitoris with my nose while sucking on it with my mouth.

Perhaps because I had drunk too much beer, I didn't feel any vaginal fluid flowing into my mouth, although there was
a lot of my own saliva. But I was still very thirsty. The pretty girl shifted her hips back to release my mouth: "Have you
finished drinking?"

"Hey, pretty girl, I haven't drunk any. Did you just have an orgasm? Why isn't there any vaginal fluid?"

The pretty girl frowned and slapped me: "You brat, where did you learn that?"

"My Japanese teacher taught me."

"Hehe, my silly darling, okay, keep it in your mouth, I'll feed you some love juice."

I opened my mouth and covered the pretty girl's vulva, thinking, "So this love juice is something you can just produce whenever you want." Just then,
I felt the pretty girl reach into my underwear and grab my penis, stroking it up and down. A surge of passion came from my lower body, and
I felt itchy and uncomfortable, so I could only suck hard on the pretty girl's genitals. At this moment, I felt the muscles of the pretty girl's vulva bulge outwards,
followed by a stream of warm liquid shooting into my mouth. I closed my mouth and tasted it; it was light and watery, indescribable. " It tastes good,
and it's not bad at all." The pretty lady laughed on my head, but her hand kept stroking my penis.
"It tastes good, I want more," I mumbled between the pretty lady's legs. "Get ready, it's coming again."

I felt the muscles of her vagina bulge out again, and warm liquid shot into my mouth again. This time the amount was very large.
Before I could even realize it, my mouth was already full, and I could feel the discharge continuing. I swallowed,
my cheeks contracted, and a stream of water flowed down my mouth and feet, sticking to the pretty lady's thigh.

"Oh," the pretty lady stopped feeding me, sat up straight, looked at me, then pulled out some toilet paper from the bedside table,
turned around to wipe my face, and sat back on my chest. "Why is it leaking?"

"Hmm, why is there so much this time?"

"Hahaha, my silly boy, there's more, want some?"

I suddenly realized, "This isn't love juice, it's you peeing, right?"

The pretty lady didn't answer me directly, but instead grabbed my penis and continued to stroke it. "Do you think it tastes good?"

"It tastes good, it tastes good," I groaned in response. "If it tastes good, then continue." The pretty lady straddled my face again and
started urinating. My hand was pressed down by the pretty lady, so I couldn't struggle, but not only my penis below, but also my mouth and tongue above,
were telling me that I liked this feeling. This time the urine stream was very small, always stopping after a while, and after I was ready
again , it shot into my mouth again. I don't know how much I drank, and I've forgotten what it tasted like.
In my memory, that time felt like a world that lasted for a long time, yet also like a snap of the fingers.

Finally, my little bird was inserted into the beautiful woman's vagina from behind, my hands kneading her breasts, my head buried
in her embroidered hair, and I was about to drift off to sleep.

"You know what? Sweetie, I love the feeling of peeing in your mouth, and I love it even more when you drink
it in big gulps. It makes me feel like I'm nurturing you, nurturing my dearest person."

"I love it too, really," I kissed her neck and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, when I was woken up by the ends of my hair, I found myself with my head buried in the beautiful woman's chest, my head resting on
her hand. The beautiful woman leaned back and smiled at me: "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, really good, even better than sleeping in my mother's arms."

"Get up, it's time."

"Don't you have a day off today?" I knew that very well. The beautiful woman was a hotel waitress, working shifts
of 12 hours each, with two days off every two days. She could take one or two days off, or even switch shifts.

"I'm talking to you, time for class."

"No class today."

"You're kidding me! A sophomore, no class on Thursday?"

"Hehe, really not."

"Even if you really don't have class, that's not good. Have you passed your CET-4? What's your computer level? Even if you don't have class, can't you go to
the library to study?"

"Alright, alright, I'm getting up.

You're more nagging than my mom." "Hmph, you want to be my puppy? Then I'll discipline you like a mother."

"Woof, woof, woof woof!" I barked like a dog on the bed, only to have my sister hit me in the face with a piece of clothing: "Hurry up
and get dressed, it's already 8 o'clock, you'll miss your first class again."

"Okay." I got up and looked for my underwear on the bed. My sister walked naked towards the bathroom.
"Hey, sweetie, don't get dressed yet, come here."

"Roger that, coming right away." I imitated my sister, running naked into the bathroom, hugging her
waist and kissing her, asking, "What's up?"

"Help me out." My sister grabbed my chin and said, "Help me with what? I'd die for you."

"Silly little dog, didn't you want to drink my pee?"

I looked at her with surprise and delight. She nodded at me and said, "Hurry up and kneel down."

I knelt on the bathroom floor, tilted my head back, and adopted a cross-legged sitting position. The pretty girl was facing me,
spread her legs, and straddled my face. Because I wasn't wearing high heels today, I had to stand on tiptoe. I bent down
to make it more comfortable for her. After thinking for a moment, I simply hugged her legs and used my head to lift her up. "
Hehe , are you ready? Here I come."

I had her labia in my mouth and made a "woo" sound. "Oh, I forgot you can't talk now. Never mind,
I'm coming." After saying this, a stream of golden urine shot into my mouth, foaming like white beer.
The strong smell of urine instantly pierced my nose, and my tongue felt a sour taste. I tried to swallow, but it was too late.
The urine was already overflowing from the corners of my mouth. In a panic, I choked. Now, all the urine sprayed out.
My pubic hair and thighs were covered in urine. The stream of urine thinned, as if the pretty girl was intentionally trying to stop it, but then
it . The pretty girl pressed my head down with her hand, and after her feet hit the ground, she used her hand to support the back of my neck, bending over and watching the urine
spray onto my face. I adjusted my breathing and took the pretty girl's vulva into my mouth again. Two seconds later, my mouth was full again.
Poor me, I hadn't learned to swallow with my mouth open yet. When I closed my mouth and let the pretty girl's urine spray onto my lips
, I heard the pretty girl giggle. Then, the pretty girl let go and moved her hips back and forth, spraying urine all over
my head and face. I didn't dare to open my eyes, but I could feel the warm urine tracing patterns on my face. I chased after
the urine and drank a couple more mouthfuls, but it tasted just as bad, so I had to give up. As the urine stream thinned and almost stopped
, the pretty girl put her vulva back on my mouth, squeezing the last few drops into my mouth. "That's good,
I can't go to the second class either. I might as well skip it today and stay here with you." I licked
the urine off the pretty girl's vulva and looked up to ask, "Come on, you have to go. Just stay here and don't move. Let's take a shower." After the pretty girl finished speaking, she turned
on the water heater, tested the water temperature, and then splashed water on her pubic hair. The water dripped onto my
face . I opened my mouth and tasted it. This time it tasted very good. I looked up between the pretty girl's legs, and she was looking at
me too. When she noticed I had opened my eyes, she sprayed water on my face. The hot water made it hard for me to breathe, so I quickly
grabbed her legs and hid my head between her legs. "I told you not to peek!"

"Pretty girl, why did your urine taste nothing yesterday, but it's bitter and astringent today?"

"I don't know, I've never drunk it before. I guess it's because of my morning urine. If it doesn't taste good, then do
n't drink it anymore

." "It's not that it doesn't taste good, it's just that I'm not used to it. It's like beer, it's very bitter at first, but you
get used to it , and it's even addictive."

"That's good. You have to get addicted quickly, because I'm already addicted." The pretty girl said, grabbing
my hair as she said, "Practice a little first." After saying that, she put the showerhead on her shoulder, so the water that flowed over her beautiful
body and gathered at her pubic hair was much smaller. I opened my mouth to take a sip, but I couldn't swallow it.

"You need to learn how to drink water with your mouth wide open."

"Yeah, should we make that an elective course?"

"Get lost..."

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