[A Girl I Thought Of Recently Through a Photo] (The End) Author: hello7.12o

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Author: hello7.12o
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I've been very busy lately and haven't had much time to read articles online. A few days ago, I happened to see
a photo of Shaun the Sheep with "hair down to his waist," and it looked familiar. I forwarded the photo to a girl I used to know, but
didn't mention it was from the internet.

She called after receiving it and said, "Didn't you say you never keep photos of us together? How come you still have this one?"
I said, "I saw this online. Do you think it looks like you?" Same long hair, same dark brown, the ends of which
turn a dark reddish hue in the sunlight. Same firm breasts, same smooth but slightly fleshy belly
…

She looked at it more closely and said, "It does look a bit like you. Are you missing me?" I said, "I just thought this
photo looked a lot like you, and I wanted to cheer you up." She said, "Since your previous articles were good, why not write
about our brief experience? It would give me something to remember." I said, "Okay, I can write about it.

" After years of hard work, my qualifications, experience, and position gradually approached the upper echelons of the company, allowing me
to participate in decision-making. In early 2016, the company asked me to go to a product exhibition in San Diego. I
didn't agree to go at the time because I felt that attending a meeting would be a bit redundant for me. Later, the company said that the Chinese side needed
technical support and needed to meet with me to communicate, so I had no choice but to fly there. The product exhibition was held at a resort, and
many similar products from all over the world were exhibiting. On the first day, I met with the company's Chinese leaders, and the communication
went smoothly. On the second day, I went to the convention center to see... I looked at other products and checked out our own booth.
The venue was crowded, and every company was trying their best to showcase their products. China is developing rapidly, and there were
quite a few Chinese companies there.

I went to the Chinese company's booth and chatted with a few young men, talking about products, ideals, and aspirations,
encouraging them. At that moment, I noticed a Chinese company's booth not far away, which was well-decorated,
but surprisingly, no one was there. I was curious, so I slowly walked closer to observe. Just then, a girl from another booth
came over, wearing a uniform, tall and slender. She asked me in Chinese if I had any questions. I said, "Why
aren't you at your own booth? What are you doing at someone else's?" She said she had no experience, and the company had suddenly
assigned her and two other managers to come and check it out. She wasn't supposed to be there, but she was the only
employee in the company with a Level 6 English certificate. She just hadn't expected the situation to be different from what she practiced, and she couldn't open her mouth at all, unable to handle the situation.
So she stayed to the side. The other two managers went on vacation after setting up their booths, leaving her to watch over things.

I said if she was going to do that, she had come for nothing. She said, "Why don't you teach me how
to interact ?" I said, "Our products are competing with yours; helping you would be like undermining us." She said
I'd demonstrate it for her so she could better interact with foreigners. I taught her how to scan QR codes, save
the names and information of each representative into a document, how to introduce our products, how to distribute small gifts, and so on. She learned
and practiced quickly and quite well. Then I said goodbye.

That evening, while we were having dinner, I received a call from her saying she wanted to go shopping and asked if I could help her.
I said I was quite familiar with San Diego and could take her there. When we met, she said she already knew my
role in the company. I said it was fine, I couldn't control her anyway, she wasn't part of our company. She laughed and
said she wouldn't welcome her if she came to our company. I said that while I don't handle hiring, I do welcome people.

By then, she had changed out of her uniform. January in San Diego already felt like summer; she was wearing jeans,
a simple t-shirt that slightly accentuated her chest, big eyes, and long, flowing hair—she looked very pleasant. I
asked her what gift she wanted to buy. She said she was getting married soon and wanted to buy a Tiffany
diamond ring because they're at least twice as expensive in China as they are in the US. I laughed and said, "Even though I'm divorced, I still
wish you a long and happy marriage."

Then we took a taxi to buy the Tiffany ring. The process was too complicated to describe.
But when we said goodbye back at the hotel, she gave me a hug. Having been away from women for a long time, I was a little
aroused, and my penis was throbbing. I quickly pressed it down. She noticed, smiled, and said,
"You should find a girlfriend."

The exhibition continued, and sometimes after dinner, she would ask me to take her shopping. I
was happy to oblige, since I didn't have anything important to do. Time passed quickly, and towards the end of the exhibition
, there was a day off for free time to explore San Diego. She asked me where to go.
I said, "If you only have one day, go to SeaWorld."

When we went to the aquarium, I took her to see the whale show, dolphins, the water park, and the roller coaster.
Since it was our first time out during the day, I noticed her hair wasn't black, but a dark brown with slightly
reddish ends. I asked her, "Have you dyed your hair?" She said everyone envied her hair color.
Actually, she has an iron deficiency, so her hair isn't pure black. After a few days, she trusted and felt more comfortable with me
, and before we knew it, we were holding hands, whispering sweet nothings, and our close interaction felt like
we were a couple.

On the taxi ride back to the hotel, I saw Victoria's Secret by the roadside.
I stopped and let her go in to buy some. She was a little shy at first. I whispered to her, "You
look ." Then I helped her choose, picking out several black ones because I like black, and a few
white ones too.

Back at the hotel, I immediately pulled her into my room and kissed her passionately. At first, she
resisted slightly, but then I reached inside her shirt, pushed up her bra, and found her breasts. They
weren't large , but they were firm. Under my caresses, her body softened. My erection
pressed against her through her jeans. I continued to roughly knead her breasts, while my other hand unbuttoned her jeans
and slipped inside, stroking her vulva through her underwear. Finally, my hand reached inside her underwear, my fingers touching her wet vulva.
At

that moment, she pushed me away forcefully, saying, "It's been a whole day, it's dirty there, let's take a shower first." Then she pushed me
into the bathroom, and I finished showering in less than five minutes and lay down on the bed. After she went into the shower, listening to the sounds of her showering, I couldn't suppress
my lust; my penis was painfully hard.

When she came out, I ripped off her towel and pounced on her onto the bed. She was quite slender,
with no excess fat on her abdomen, and her skin was incredibly smooth and delicate. I knelt down and buried my face
between her breasts. My mouth relentlessly bit and nibbled at her firm breasts, sucking on her nipples, letting them swirl and
roll , my tongue sliding from one side to the other. My head slowly slid down to her navel, then I opened her legs and
kissed her vulva.

I particularly enjoy licking a girl's vulva because I want her to experience the pleasure of licking her vulva. She
didn't have much pubic hair, and her labia majora weren't very dark. Although her legs were wide open, the vulva was still
closed . I licked, bit, and sucked on the vulva with my tongue.

Soon, her labia parted slightly, and her clitoris slowly emerged. I
licked her clitoris a few times with the tip of my tongue, feeling her body tremble slightly. I continued licking and sucking, each time taking large licks from
her perineum directly to her clitoris. Soon, her vagina began to flow with fluid. I continued to
tease her labia minora with the tip of my tongue, sucking on her vulva. Her vagina opened and closed repeatedly, fluid gushing out
. I sucked hard on her vulva with my mouth.

Her eyes were unfocused, and her body was trembling. She suddenly remembered: "You need to wear a condom." I said I didn't have any
condoms , and that my penis would go soft if I wore one. She looked at me dazedly and said: "I don't need to ejaculate inside." I said
I would pull out when I ejaculated. I lay on top of her, my erect penis aimed at her vulva. I thrust in deeply,
her vagina full and swollen. I held onto the bed with both hands, thrusting my hips wildly.

I won't go into details of the thrusting, but after about 20 minutes, she hugged me tightly, her vagina
throbbing a few times, feeling like small hands gripping my penis. I knew she had orgasmed. She said she finally understood what
an orgasm was, that this was what it felt like. She panted and asked again: "Did you ejaculate?" I told her I
hadn't ejaculated, that I was still hard. Then I continued thrusting, but while I was thrusting, she said she felt uncomfortable, that her vagina
was a little sore from the friction. I licked her vulva with my tongue; it had become swollen and sensitive. I continued
licking until she started to wet again.

I had her lie face down and fucked her hard from behind. Listening to the slapping of flesh against flesh, she braced herself on the bed with her hands, her buttocks
responding to my thrusts. I

fucked her hard, her buttocks slapping loudly, and she moaned. As I fucked her, my penis became increasingly difficult to thrust into due to
the pressure , and it got hotter and hotter inside. I finally couldn't hold back anymore, pulled out my penis, and ejaculated
on her back and buttocks.

After we showered, I held her and rested on the bed. She asked why I hadn't ejaculated for so long. I said I hadn't had sex in a
long time , and I'd saved it all up for her. She laughed and scolded me, saying I was a lecher. She couldn't believe
how refined I was, yet so lecherous.

Later, she said she had to go back because she was getting married soon and didn't want to spend the night away from home. I said okay. I happened to see Victoria's Secret on the table and said, "Why don't you try it on ?
You have such a great figure ." She went to try it on. What I found strange was that women aren't shy about sex, but they seem a little embarrassed . I said, "How about we take some pictures so you can see if you look pretty?" She hesitated for a moment and said she'd delete them later. I said okay. Then she tried on black and white underwear. I took pictures with my phone, one of which looked like the picture of Shaun the Sheep —a round, perky butt, a full vulva covered by underwear, and breasts hidden by hair … conveying a clean yet erotic feel. After taking the pictures, I looked at them with her one by one. She said they were beautiful and asked me to send them to her. Then I deleted all the photos I had taken, as well as the messages we had left. She asked why I deleted them all. I said I didn't want to cause her unnecessary trouble. When she left, I hugged her and said, "I wish her good luck and happiness." Then I lay down and reflected on my experience. I think I should look forward and find a kind girl to live with.

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