[I Deflowered That Flight Attendant] (The End) Author: duowanbai

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Author: duowanbai
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Early winter, growing colder. The first time I saw you was in a small pet shop. The unusually
clear winter morning shone through the large glass windows, illuminating the entire room. I felt a little dazed.
The sunlight shone behind you, obscuring your face, but your hair, clothes, and hands were faintly bathed in sunlight.

You stood there quietly, leading a tall golden retriever. For a moment, it seemed to capture
all the pure beauty I had imagined, like a dream fluttering in the spring sky, so unreal, like
the colorful clouds in the eternal sky, no longer connected to the real world. In the gloomy haze, a ray of light pierced through
the thick fog, striking my heart heavily, making it hard to breathe, and I hadn't even seen your face yet.

"My name is Su Xiao," you said, your long hair tightly bound back with a headband, your glossy black hair obediently framing
your ears , your large eyes looking at me brightly, your lips slightly upturned in a stubborn smile.

In an instant,

I woke up from the dream and knew I couldn't love you because I was already married. But I don't know when it started, my
heart was full of you, and your heart was full of me. Finally, on the day I was about to go on a business trip, you
suddenly appeared at the airport, hugged me tightly, and told me that you loved me and were afraid of being separated. I didn't say anything, bought
a ticket for the same flight, and asked you, "Will you come with me?" Even as I watched the plane take off and held your hand tightly,
I still couldn't believe it was real. It was all too crazy for me.

I got married. My wife was someone I met in college. I knew she wouldn't be the one I loved most because we
were so different, but I still married her. It was because of the two years of long-distance relationship, and how she held me tight time and time again,
not letting me leave. I believed that my wife truly loved me, but I could never bring myself
to love . In

the hotel lobby, we pretended to be calm, but the moment the door closed behind us, I roughly turned you around and held you tightly in my arms. You looked at me with infinite tenderness.
And so I
found myself gazing into your eyes, your lips, like rose petals, gently parted, brimming with tenderness.

My head tilted slightly, and you reciprocated, tilting your head to the other side. Then, my
gaze slowly moved down from your eyes to your beautiful lips, and you did too. Finally, we
both closed our eyes, our lips met, and we melted completely into the anticipated kiss.

It was our first time kissing, and both of us were a little clumsy, but driven by our heartfelt emotions
, we quickly fell into a sweet bliss. At that moment, it felt as if only the two of us existed in the world, two
people enjoying the most beautiful emotion in the world—love.

In that instant, the word "vacuum" simultaneously popped into our minds. From then on,
kissing became the most frequent action we took together, and no matter when or where, we always enjoyed
it , experiencing that dizzying happiness. Perhaps only true love between souls can create such a wonderful
feeling, and only true wholehearted devotion has allowed me to know how blissful kissing can be.

When I removed all your clothes, I was stunned: what beauty! It was
a breathtaking sight that words could never describe. I would never believe that such a perfect body existed in the world. Every inch
of skin, every pore, every protrusion, every indentation was so perfect. Your
face was as beautiful as a fairy's, with willow-leaf eyebrows, almond eyes, a delicate nose, cherry lips, and rosy cheeks. Long, flowing hair cascaded down your neck and
shoulders. Your arms were slender, your shoulders rounded, and your soft neck accentuated your sexy collarbones. Your snow-white chest was as
smooth as snow on a high mountain. On your chest, your breasts, which could drive one wild, stood proudly upright, with pink nipples
like two cherries adorning them. Together with the surrounding pink and alluring areolas, they
resembled a pair of tender, shyly blooming flower buds, standing proudly. Your flat stomach,
without an ounce of fat, rose and fell gently with your breath. A rare concave line, seldom seen in East Asians, drew
a perfect curve, drawing my gaze downwards.

The triangular black forest was so mysterious and alluring. Your pubic hair was sparse, exactly the
type I liked. Your two long, slender legs were tightly pressed together, as if carved from the purest Hetian jade.
Your long, shapely legs seemed weak and trembling, collapsing gracefully. Your serpentine, alluring
body, which made my blood boil, lay limp on the bed. Beads of sweat glistened on your exquisitely sculpted nose, and
a vibrant red, glistening like jade, flowed beneath your cheeks. Your soft, red lips were slightly parted, and I inhaled your virginal fragrance.

I carefully covered you with my own body, feeling a warmth and an unprecedented
tranquility . Our skin pressed tightly together, chest to chest, hands clasped. I gently kissed
you, touching your lips, then your lingering, pink neck. You let out a soft "oh," and wrapped your arms around my head,
pressing me tightly against your body. Your fingers ran through my hair, gently stroking it.

I held your breasts, suckling your soft nipples. The pink, shy nipples slowly hardened on my tongue, standing erect
, the areolas spreading imperceptibly. Your glistening breasts were like they'd been smeared with rouge,
a shy blushing pink. You closed your eyes, enjoying the pleasure this man brought you; everything was so
natural. There was no resistance, no possessiveness; we both seemed to regret not doing this sooner.

My hand caressed your lower abdomen, feeling its silky smoothness, moving downwards, downwards. When I placed my hand
between your legs, I distinctly felt the dampness and warmth. Your soft labia enveloped my
fingers, moistening my desire. You frowned slightly, as if in pain. I paused, startled
.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I wondered if I'd done something wrong.

You closed your eyes, thought for a long time, and then opened them, saying in a voice barely audible, "Brother, I'm
a virgin..." A thunderous boom echoed in my mind. For a moment, I couldn't believe it was
true such a beautiful girl was still a virgin.

I felt as if I were seeing the most precious treasure in the world, unique and irreplaceable. My love for you, at that moment
, suddenly made me fall madly in love with this beautiful girl, completely unable to extricate myself.

I gently caressed your body; everything was so wonderful. I slowly followed the curves of your full breasts...
My kisses traveled down your body, past your lower abdomen, and then suddenly plunged between your legs.

The scent of virginity was so fragrant; in that alluring, dark forest, your labia were
glistening, delicate and untouched. My tongue, like a snake, parted your labia, meandering
inwards , and soon encountered that thin barrier.

Moist, warm, the love fluid secreted by your body flowed incessantly, wetting my mouth, and I greedily
sucked on that wonderful nectar. "Ah...oh..." you began to moan softly, the sound like a song, a lament.

Your long, slender thighs tightly gripped my head, my fingers weaving through my hair, your body occasionally
trembling . My

tongue sometimes teased your labia, sometimes tantalized your small clitoris, like a glistening, red ruby
. My hands covered your full breasts, your nipples twisting and turning between my fingertips. Your eyes were closed,
you looked so intoxicated, so joyful, so entranced.

Soft lips enveloped your clitoris, letting the small protrusion sway between my lips and teeth. I
gently sucked, and your moans grew louder, you softly calling out, "Brother, brother." I felt
greatly encouraged, my tongue moving faster and faster over your clitoris, teasing it.

You were indeed a virgin. Your vagina, after my licking, erupted with desire that had been pent up for so long.
You felt a surge of heat throughout your body, waves of desire spreading from your vagina throughout your entire body like a tide, one wave after another.
Your whole body as if it had been electrocuted, and streams of heat gushed from your lower body. The girl's slender waist twisted and turned, her face flushed,
her breathing rapid, hot air billowing from her nostrils.

The girl's legs clamped tightly around my head, exerting force downwards, only knowing to twist her slender waist and thrust her full buttocks
to meet my tongue, her mouth moaning ecstatically. Your eyes were alluring, and your small,
fragrant tongue your slightly parted cherry lips. Suddenly, you felt a surge of heat within your tender orifice, an indescribable
comfort and pleasure washing over you. Your whole body convulsed violently, your head shaking rapidly, and then you let out a soft cry: "Ah...

ah...so good..." In that instant, you felt as if you were being tossed into the air, an immense pleasure
quickly engulfing you. Your body arched high, like a small bridge, your hands tightly gripping mine
, your eyes closed, breathing heavily.

You were driven to a frenzy by the waves of intense, electric-like stimulation, your teeth biting lightly,
your beautiful neck stiffening towards... Your head lifted, your beautiful eyes gleaming with a captivating and fervent desire. Your long,
glossy hair swayed with your movements, and a fine layer of fragrant sweat glistened on your snow-white skin.
The continuous flow of love fluid between your legs even soaked the sheets. I looked at you and smiled slightly. I had no
intention of entering your body, because you were so precious, and I couldn't bear to break
the virginity of a girl who had preserved it for 22 years. It was also the first time I realized that watching my woman experience ecstasy was such a proud
thing.

Your breathing slowly calmed down. Your hazy eyes gazed into mine, and our eyes
met . I rolled over and lay down beside you, pulling you close to my chest. Your hand rested on my
heart, quietly feeling my heartbeat. Your cheek pressed against my chest, warm and broad. For
a moment, you felt it was the safest place in the world, your lifelong refuge.

Perhaps this is the purest form of love—in that first naked moment of connection, there was no demand, only giving, and
seeing your lover's joy filled you with boundless satisfaction. As long as I know you're
willing for me, I'm happy to be good to you.

Slowly, we both fell asleep. You lay on top of me, your head
rising and falling with my breath. Every now and then, I'd wake from my dreams, looking at this incredible woman. I'd stroke your
straight nose, your thin lips, and then fall asleep again.

When you opened your eyes again, it was already dawn. You'd slept so soundly, even your dreams
were so beautiful. You looked up and realized you were awake, smiling at this beautiful girl.

"Good morning, my baby."

You opened your eyes, looking at me shyly. My hand gently caressed your breasts. Your breasts were
more beautiful than I had ever seen before. Your round breasts were a 32C, the most perfect size for an Asian woman. On your fair breasts
were two pink nipples, a color only a virgin could have.

Your breasts were slightly upturned, trembling like jelly with each movement. From above, they looked like two
volcanoes , their craters radiating an invisible allure, making me almost feel that cunning yet fiery wildness.

You touched my skin, smooth and hot. Your sharp fingers slid down my chest, across my
lower abdomen , and then suddenly shoved into my underwear, grasping my already erect penis and stroking it up and down.

"Oh," I cried out softly with pleasure, almost reaching orgasm as I felt the warmth of your hand
. As you grasped my penis, my hands also grasped the two towering, volcano
-like breasts beneath me, kneading them fiercely, fueling my burning desire. Then I took one breast into my mouth,
clamping it between my lips, and began to suckle.

Your soft skin felt like paper in my mouth. As I licked and sucked,
my penis in your hands began to rise and harden. Your nipples met my tongue, as if melting in my mouth
. I sucked on them, feeling their changes, as they hardened and grew larger. My penis, too,
changed under your caresses, growing larger, harder, and more elastic.

Beneath your breasts was a mysterious shadow concealed by your mature, full breasts. But I could
see the white, round belly above the valley between your wide legs. Your navel, like a black
jewel, guided my gaze down to that white belly.

A beautiful curve extended to your smooth, fiery, curly pubic hair, as cunning and
hot . I can't see your legs, your feet, or the floor.
I can see nothing but the mound of your mons pubis.

My hands slide across your hips, making you feel intimately connected with me. And I myself seem
to feel that you are a part of me, like my fingers. And now my fingers are resting on the center of your
upper .

I can feel your warm, springy hair brushing against my face again. You lean against me, gently…
I gently shifted my legs, parting them slightly.

My fingers moved incessantly between your thighs. I felt the coolness of your rounded thighs, and
the warm wetness between them. I rested my head on your shoulder, kissing your neck. My lips
could feel the throbbing in your neck, and you closed your eyes, beginning to let my fingers get to know you, understand you.

It was as if an animal was wriggling between your legs. The vulva beneath my fingers became wet and
warm. I could feel it trembling. I began to caress your lovely, slippery labia.

Your labia swelled and trembled under my touch. Like a writhing maze, they bewitched my fingers,
teasing them. I buried my face deeper into your cleft, breathing in your scent. I inhaled your body odor
deep into my lungs, feeling how warm and refreshing it was. Your labia trembled. Then I
opened my mouth again in your cleft, and you tightened your hips, pressing against my eyelids, playing with my tongue with your cleft. My
tongue writhed, savoring your scent, licking your buttocks.

Your thighs were wrapped around my waist, your labia were fully parted, and your vaginal opening was wide open with pleasure,
wet, licking my fingers. I lowered my head and kissed that cunning little opening passionately, feeling it
pouting back at me. I moved my face down a little, pressing my nose into your vagina, my mouth completely wet.

I brought my mouth to your vaginal opening again, your hairy pubic area rubbing against my face, needing me, begging me
to go deeper.

I kissed the glistening, tender flesh of your vulva, moaning. I freed one hand and blindly reached forward,
rubbing your pointed clitoris again and again, rubbing that rarely touched tender flesh, making
it even more sensitive and tense in a man's hand.

I kissed your vagina, slipping my tongue inside, and your vagina responded by sucking it in,
kissing sweetly, moaning happily, calling for me to go deeper, while rubbing against me with your pubic hair.

My tongue licked your clitoris until its base began to harden. You wriggled, letting my tongue
know how much it enjoyed being licked like this. I continued to savor the alkaline taste from the depths of your body. My hands
pinched your nipples again and kneaded your mature, full breasts downwards, which were like pillows nestled in thin
skin , soft and beginning to swell with excitement. As I rubbed your nipples, I could feel
the rough, uneven skin of your nipples rubbing against my palms.

Your body tensed, your snow-white skin flushed red with pleasure. Your breasts grew larger
, even the blue veins on them were clearly visible. Love fluid flowed continuously from your vagina, soaking the hotel
sheets. You opened your eyes and looked in the mirror; two naked bodies were intertwined, tightly wrapped together.

"Ah," you began to moan involuntarily. I felt your vagina becoming increasingly wet and
hot. I knew you were about to climax. You even involuntarily lifted your buttocks, forcefully pressing your labia
against my face, letting my nose rub between them. I stopped, letting you finish
.

Your movements became larger and faster, and your gasps and moans turned into ecstatic cries: "Ah
...ah...brother, I feel so good...oh...faster...faster...I'm going to climax!" I felt a surge of heat flow from
deep within your vagina, running down my face. I stuck out my tongue and licked all the love juice into my mouth. You felt that
soft tongue, and then, in an instant, reached climax. Panting, you fell heavily onto the bed,
your eyes , the slightly upturned corners of your mouth telling me how satisfied you were.

I didn't stop, but slowly climbed on top of you, starting to kiss your neck, giving you the warmth after your climax. You
enjoyed my service with your eyes half-closed, utterly satisfied, your breathing gradually calming down.

My penis began to throb with a splitting pain. You rolled over and sat on top of me, slowly kissing me.

One hand still tightly gripped my penis, stroking it incessantly. You finally pulled down my underwear, exposing my
penis. You groaned and pressed your lips to it.

Your tongue lightly touched the head of my penis a few times, and I began to involuntarily moan softly. You
cupped my testicles with one hand, gently kneading them. Your tongue, a warm tongue, slowly licked from my scrotum upwards
, following the veins and tendons of my penis, tracing its way through my hot and hard genitals. Soon, my
penis was covered in your saliva. You looked up at my satisfied, slightly closed face, smiled happily, and then
suddenly took my entire penis into your mouth.

In that instant, it felt like being surrounded by warm water, even like returning to the womb. I was enveloped by your soft, slippery mouth
, and I involuntarily pressed your head down, wanting to go deeper. You slowly moved your head,
your tongue swirling around my penis where it was unseen, exploring and entwining with the hard shaft, clinging
desperately . Then, thrusting deeper and deeper, I could clearly feel the head of my penis touching
the deepest part of your mouth, the previously cold area beneath my penis warming up.

I pulled your hand, making you grip the area beneath my penis, my most sensitive spot. You obediently
followed my guidance. I pressed your head down forcefully, several times feeling the head of my penis
almost reach your throat. From complete numbness to the onset of pleasure, in an instant, all the pleasure in my body concentrated
in that area, and I began to moan with ecstasy.

I couldn't hold back any longer. My hips thrust upwards violently, my penis plunging deep into your mouth, almost
reaching your throat. Then, surrounded by your tongue, I began to ejaculate, powerful spurts of semen flooding your
mouth . I ejaculated almost ten times before slowly stopping, my penis still
throbbing in your mouth, as if it hadn't had enough.

You didn't open your mouth, but let me slowly soften inside you, your tongue teasing my
limp glans until I calmed down. Then you slowly released my penis, reaching out to
spit the semen from your mouth onto it, which excited me immensely.

Time passed slowly, and we seemed to forget the purpose of our trip, just frantically making
love, resting, having sex, resting… After we both climaxed, we lay there watching each other in the mirror, teasing
each other , then, because of a passionate glance, we plunged back into endless entanglement. I never
knew that sex without penetration could give me such a perfect sexual experience, something I had never felt before and couldn't even imagine.

Until I could no longer ejaculate, only my penis throbbing, and your moans began to grow hoarse.
When we finally got up, we were both exhausted and lay motionless on the bed. You were on top of me,
your deep breaths from hours of frenzied lovemaking tickling my nose.

I looked at this girl with bliss, as if she were the most perfect treasure in the world.

And I, I never asked you for anything, at most just pressing the head of my penis against the entrance of your vagina, letting your labia
hold my eager penis, gently sliding it a few times, coating it with slippery love juice. You let me do
this , because you knew that I was only doing this, and wouldn't break your 22 years of virginity.

Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, the meeting was over, and I had to go back. That night
, you looked at me, knowing that we had to pretend nothing was wrong when we got back. You buried your head in my arms and cried. I didn't
know what to say or do, so I just held you tightly. After a long while, when you stopped crying,
you looked up at me silently and whispered, "Brother, I can't give you what you want right now,
but I know you've been holding back a lot. Let's do it from behind." I was stunned, as if I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
I didn't react for a moment and just hummed in agreement. You took my hand and slowly guided me
down your back, stopping at your anus.

"I wanted to give it to you when we got married, but I didn't want to see you so sad. Let's go in from here, okay?"

I didn't say anything more, but my heart was filled with gratitude. I straightened up and sat on your high, upturned
buttocks , holding your hard, erect penis with both hands, spreading your tight buttocks, pressing it against your anus, and then slowly
pressing down.

I watched as my glans slowly slid in. Because of the caresses, your vaginal fluids had already soaked
your anus, making it slippery and less painful. I sat on top of you, watching my penis
disappear into your body, my heart burning with desire, my mouth dry. I wanted to thrust my penis in hard,
then pump wildly in and out, but I knew that would cause you immense pain. So I had to take it slow, waiting until
your anus had fully adjusted to the size of my penis before proceeding.

My egg-sized glans had completely disappeared into your anus, and about a third of my penis was inside.

I released my grip, leaning against your smooth back, using my body weight to fully penetrate you
.

Finally, we were one. I let out a long sigh. I
hadn't . Since we started dating, I hadn't touched Jiang Xi again. I had finally found that long-lost
feeling. And this feeling was even stronger; the anal sphincter gripped my penis tightly, incredibly
tight , but much more spacious once inside. The warm sensation in your rectum stimulated my penis; had it not been for our
repeated , I would have ejaculated immediately.

Your furrowed brows relaxed; my slow movements didn't cause you much pain. And I,
surprisingly, became the first man to enter your body. You felt your body
filled to the brim with my hard penis; the pain in your anus almost disappeared, replaced by a slight sense of pleasure.

I straightened my back, pulled my penis out slightly, and then slowly and gently inserted it back in.

One hand braced against the bed, careful not to weigh you down, while the other held your breasts, my fingers kneading
your nipples.

You instinctively arched your buttocks, moving up and down with the thrusting of my penis, and turned to kiss me. Our
tongues intertwined, which excited me even more. I involuntarily increased my speed,
the sound of my pubic bone slapping against your plump buttocks echoing in the room.

You felt waves of pleasure wash over you. You turned your head, looking into my
eyes gaze, your eyes filled with allure. Encouraged, I stopped worrying about the pain and
began thrusting with unprecedented speed and depth.

I straightened up, gripping your buttocks with both hands, forcefully spreading them apart so I could clearly
see my penis moving in and out of you. Your brown anus was completely overwhelmed by my penis's assault.
As it withdrew, the muscles turned inside out, and then, as I thrust in hard, it
sank back down. The fluid secreted from your anus glistened on my large penis.

Seeing this lewd scene, hearing your unprecedented moans, I twisted
my . I sat forward, then thrust my penis deep into your anus. The
sudden penetration brought both pain and pleasure, almost making you faint. You cried out wildly,
experiencing a sensation you had never felt before—pain and pleasure intertwined. Satisfying her man's desires, watching me possess
her body as I so desired, she realized how wonderful it was to give.

I turned to my side, so that we were in a sleeping position. I hugged you from behind,
one hand around your neck, grasping your breast, pulling you tightly against me. The other hand
went around your waist, touching your already soaking wet clitoris, gently rubbing it.

Under the double assault of anus and clitoris, you quickly lost your senses, the immense, unprecedented pleasure making
you incoherent.

"Oh...oh...brother...you're making me feel so good...I feel so good...I didn't know you could make me feel good here
...ah...ah...touch my clitoris...gently...gently...squeeze my nipples..." I thrust even harder,
the "slap slap" sounds echoing in the room, your buttocks turning red from the impact. Sweat dripped
down my shoulder onto yours.

Finally, an overwhelming wave of pleasure washed over me. I let out a deep, beast-like roar, forcefully pinning you down
beneath me, my massive penis plunging deep into your rectum, ejaculating with a series of spurts. You felt my penis suddenly
swell, knowing I was about to ejaculate. So you arched your backside even higher,
turning back to look at me lustfully, sticking your fingers into my mouth, making me suck on them, welcoming my climax, feeling the
warm currents flowing through your body.

We both collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. I turned you over, still lying on your side, without
pulling out my penis, still inside you, enjoying the feeling of being enveloped. Even as we slept soundly
, we didn't let go of each other. I held you tightly, one hand on your lower abdomen, while you
rested your head on my arm, clutching my hand, refusing to let go.

Three months later, you received a notification that you had been accepted by a famous international airline. Your dream had come true;
you had finally become a flight attendant, and with one of the world's top airlines.

When I heard the news, I wasn't worried because I knew we wouldn't separate.

A month after you went abroad, I got a divorce, giving up everything—the house, the car, my savings, and my beloved
show-quality Alaskan Malamute.

Many people said I was foolish, saying that you were already gone, that it was just a fling, and why were I taking it so seriously, actually getting a divorce?

I never thought I was foolish. I loved you so much, and if I promised you, I would keep my word.

The night after the divorce, I sent you a picture of the divorce certificate. You cried your eyes out, saying I was so foolish,
so cruel. I listened to you with a smile, and then told you that I had already bought the plane tickets and obtained the visa. On
the day of your graduation ceremony after your flight attendant training, I would be by your side, and I would proudly tell everyone that the
most beautiful Chinese girl was my woman.

That day felt like a dream. Flashbulbs shone on you, and you were so proud. Out of dozens of flight attendants from over a dozen
countries , only your boyfriend had arrived. The other girls looked at
you with such envy, praising our perfect match and envying your happiness. After the ceremony, we walked hand-in-hand through the streets of this foreign land,
oblivious to everyone around us , kissing and laughing. I knew that every time we walked together, we attracted
so many stares, because you were so beautiful, and I was so happy.

That night, you told me, "Brother, I give myself to you." Two months of physical training had made your
figure even more beautiful—snow-white skin, high, firm breasts, still high and full, so elastic, even when you were lying in bed.
I didn't rush to take you; my skillful tongue licked your entire body,
because I knew that tonight, I could have you completely.

When my tongue lingered on your labia, your long-absent moans finally returned.
I teased your clitoris again and again, watching your love juices gush forth. Soon, you reached your climax, your juices
soaking my face. I lifted my already rock-hard penis and gently rubbed it between your labia.
I whispered, "Baby, brother's in." Your trembling voice whispered, "Brother, I'm scared, go slower."

My glans gently parted your labia, slowly pushing in. Soon, I felt resistance—the thin
hymen between us. I knew that if I went any further, I would be your first man, and you
would never forget me for the rest of your life. I don't know if we have a future, I don't know if we can last
until your five-year contract ends, but I want you so much, I love you so much, I want you to remember me,
forever.

My body suddenly lurched, my hymen ruptured instantly. You clung to me tightly, biting my shoulder,
letting out a scream. I knew you were in pain, so I stopped immediately. Half of my penis was still outside. I
gently pulled it out a little, my penis stained with bright red virgin blood. You really were a virgin!

As your pain gradually subsided, I slowly filled your body, thrusting slowly.
Your brows were tightly furrowed, your body so tight, your legs wrapped tightly around
my waist from the pain, almost making it impossible for me to move. It wasn't until five minutes later that you finally let go. I lay on
top of you, kissing you deeply, my hips swaying slowly. One hand supported me on the bed, the other covered your
breast, feeling your softness.

Soon, I couldn't hold back any longer. Your virgin body was so incredibly stimulating. In just a
few minutes , I lost control. I thrust rapidly a few times, and as I climaxed, I tried to pull my penis out. You
immediately grabbed my skin, pressing me tightly against your pubic bone, and told me, "Cum inside. It's my safe period.
I want all of you." Without hesitation, all the pent-up desire of the past few months erupted. For a moment, my
mind went blank. An unprecedented orgasm. You closed your eyes slightly, feeling the warm current flowing into your
body , moaning softly in pleasure.

That was your first time. To this day, I still regret that it didn't bring you an orgasm. Perhaps it was because it
really hurt. It wasn't until three or four times that the pain slowly subsided. On a sunny afternoon,
I finally brought you to orgasm. You held me tightly, moaning loudly, your body trembling
uncontrollably That was your standard for an extreme orgasm. Your legs suddenly straightened, your arms wrapped around my
waist, and your eyes were tightly closed. I looked at you, and I still remember your expression vividly.

But you still left. In the end, we couldn't overcome distance, love's greatest enemy. In the year you were gone,
I became a different person. I became cynical, spending all night in clubs, and the cigarettes I'd given up for you were always on
my lips . I looked at the women around me with a wicked smile. One by one, they came and went, but I
never felt any pain. All my pain receptors seemed to have been exhausted in our last phone call. I held the phone,
crying my heart out: How could you be gone?

Even now, I still can't believe you're no longer by my side. I search for that feeling with each woman,
but it's gone. I haven't thought about remarrying because I know I can't love
any . Throughout my life, I've felt guilty towards many women: my ex-wife, my first love, so many
women who loved me unconditionally. I know my cruelty, and I understand how many I've let down. So, perhaps the loneliness of the rest of my life is
my retribution, a time for silent repentance. But I miss you so much… Four or five hours have passed
since , and I've shed tears several times. Every man has one
woman he loves most in his life; mine is you. Even today, I don't hate you. Even though I have nothing left, I'm still
grateful to you for holding me company for that year in a foreign land. I understood your excellence, I knew your beauty, and I knew you
coldly rejected countless suitors far more outstanding than me.

I remember that afternoon at graduation, you took my arm and told everyone that I was your
boyfriend , the one you wanted to marry.

I remember that morning, you emerged from your bath, wearing a beige silk nightgown, your long, glossy black hair
casually cascading over your chest, revealing glimpses of your fair, jade-like shoulders. A few drops of water still clung to the tips of her hair
, slowly sliding down the curve of her shoulders. The morning sun shone on them
, coating the water droplets with a thin golden film.

You lean against the bench on the balcony, your eyes slightly closed, seemingly asleep. A book, Le Jia's
*Color Personality Theory*, rests on your chest. Your arm hangs gently, your slender fingertips touching the cup on the coffee table, a wisp of steam
rising, carrying the delicate fragrance of honey grapefruit tea. Your long, shapely legs are glimpsed and revealed in the swaying hem of your skirt, captivating
and alluring. The room played Carlos Gardel's "Poonacca Beza." The violin, sharp
yet not shrill, its intonation both melodic and restrained, led the melody with a high-pitched yet understated style, like
a woman dancing the tango with a noble gait and an air of superiority, coyly and alluringly entangled with her partner. The piano's bright
and lively rhythms built the narrative step by step to a climax, each powerful keystroke before the climax like a deep breath before the
next turn, a prelude to conquering the dance floor. The organ's slightly soothing accompaniment
was the allure of that coy embrace… The piece ended, but the melody lingered in my mind, like a
dance that was never quite finished, always just one step away. That was the most beautiful scene of my life.

And you left me, not because of anyone else, but truly because of the distance, because you were too exhausted. So I don't
hate you, I still love you to this day. I don't know if we will ever meet again in this life, or if I will ever hear you call me "brother"
again . I wish you all the best, Su Xiao, my love of this life.

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