Having sex with pretty female netizens

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To be honest, the most beautiful and well-mannered online friend

I've ever dated was her: a painting student at an art academy. So, I was quite reserved when we first met. Even though she had agreed to go to a hotel with me during our online chat, I still felt a little inferior when I saw her in person. She was 1.65 meters tall, weighed 95 pounds, slender and tall, with beautiful long hair, a pretty oval face, and luscious lips. Plus, I didn't know where the nearest hotel was, so I suggested we go to a nearby bar first. While I was chatting about serious topics with her, racking my brains to find a hotel nearby, her phone rang. Her school called her back for a meeting, and she had to come immediately. It seemed like we wouldn't be able to go to a hotel. Despite my disappointment, I still very politely took a taxi and drove her back to school. Before leaving, I asked, "If I ask you out again, will you come?" Her answer was concise yet puzzling: "Maybe 'maybe'." That sentence made me review my high school Chinese sentence structure and subject-verb-object judgment on the taxi ride home.

Back home, I texted a like-minded person about it. He said he'd seen a woman with a devilish figure but also a devilish face. Unable to stand her disgusting face, he had his colleague call and lied to get out of there. (PS: This guy has high standards for women; if it were me, I'd just sleep with her—it's all the same in the dark anyway.) Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel a chill: could my angelic-faced online friend have pulled the same trick? But it was too late now, so I comforted myself by thinking I'd at least acted like a gentleman and had a normal meeting.

What happened next accelerated the story even further.
One morning, I received a joke about SARS and casually forwarded it to her. She quickly replied, "What are you doing?" I replied with a few cheesy lines, like "I'm thinking of you." She countered, "Is your wife not here? So cocky!" I immediately laid out my plans for how to ask her out when my wife was around, and how to do it when she wasn't. Since it was just a text message, I wasn't afraid to blush, hehe. She chuckled and replied, "What do you usually like to do with your wife?" Perfect! She steered the conversation towards sex, and now it was up to my thumb skills…

That morning, we texted each other about sex, from her favorite positions to her boyfriend's "quick finish"; from my first online date to last May Day's triumph. Our conversation was deep and wide-ranging, our questions and answers direct and sensitive. Although I desperately wanted to meet her immediately, reason told me the time wasn't right. However, when she said in her last message, "I'm going to paint now, okay, play by yourself," I knew this oil painting girl was definitely mine.
(Sorry everyone, I've been rambling on for so long without getting to the point, wasting your time, but since you've read this far, please be patient, the show is about to begin.)

A few more days passed in my fantasies of meeting her. After unexpectedly waking up from my afternoon nap before 2 PM, I received a text message from her: "Let's go out this afternoon." After some internal struggle (whether to meet her or deal with work first), I decided to meet her anyway; after all, opportunities like this, where a girl takes the initiative to ask you out, don't come around often.
This meeting was the result of extensive preparation, so I went straight to a three-star hotel I had researched beforehand, booked a room, bought condoms, and waited for her.

After an anxious wait, her figure, wearing a mask (SARS was rampant at the time), finally appeared in my view through the peephole. Just as she raised her hand to knock, I opened the door. She smiled at me and walked into the room naturally. Her outfit today was a different style from when we first met. That day she wore a black knit sweater and black jeans, but today she wore a bohemian-style top and jeans with a short skirt over it, looking rather unconventional. Seeing me looking her up and down, she threw her small bag on the bed and asked a question that puzzled me: "What do we do now?" What could she do? I walked over, patted the bed next to me, and said, "What do you think?" She sat down next to me generously, turned her head to look at the TV, and I reached out to put my arm around her waist, my lips moving towards her neck. Unexpectedly, she giggled and pulled away, stood up and kept changing channels, muttering to herself, "Why isn't there anything good on?" I asked, "What's wrong? Are you embarrassed?" She nodded, but her eyes remained fixed on the TV screen. I said, "Don't be embarrassed, come on, sit down." I reached out and pulled her down. She sat down with her back to me, right between my legs. I wrapped my arms around her waist and whispered behind her ear, "Close your eyes, just think of me as your boyfriend and you won't be embarrassed." I raised my hand and cupped her breasts through her clothes. The full, firm feeling in my palm was almost unbelievable, because from the outside her breasts looked small. Based on my experience with other girls, breasts that were practically stretched out of their bras could never have this round, full feel. My hand could barely support them, let alone hold them. The unexpected sensation instantly aroused me. I was about to caress her further when she got up again and ran to the opposite bed.

I don't like forcing myself on girls, so I didn't follow. I sat on this bed and said, "Now that you're like this, I don't know what to do." She stared at the TV for a while, thinking, and then said, "How about this, you blindfold yourself." Oh, so she was embarrassed to let me undress her. I tried asking, "Can't I turn around and not look at you?" "No! You have to blindfold yourself," she said without any room for negotiation. I continued my efforts to undress the beautiful woman myself: "Aren't you that shy? We'll see everything eventually anyway." "It's different." It seemed I had no choice but to compromise. Reluctantly, I pulled my coat over my head, still muttering resentfully, "Why don't you go to the bathroom? Why make me suffer like this?" She retorted quickly, "Then why don't you go to the bathroom?" Oh, so that's how it works. "You should have said so earlier!" I ripped off my coat, not even glancing at her, who was probably already half-undressed, and went straight into the bathroom—I didn't want to ruin the important event later by taking one last look!

A moment later, she called from outside, "All done!" I came out to find her clothes, skirt, underwear, and panties spread all over the bed. She had already hidden under the sheets on another bed, her hands covering the edge of the sheet, seemingly a little embarrassed. At this moment, I decided not to be shy either. I naturally stood in front of her, took off my clothes, even my underwear, and lay naked beside her. Seeing me lie down, she awkwardly turned her face away. I laughed at her, "Still shy?" I turned her face towards me, intending to kiss her. Unexpectedly, she turned her face to the other side, saying, "No kissing." "Why? I don't have bad breath." I persisted, trying to turn her face towards me, but she firmly avoided my lips, replying, "Even my boyfriend won't kiss me. You can ask him if you don't believe me." Since she said that, I couldn't continue, so I tried to kiss her earlobe instead. This time she didn't refuse, but closed her eyes, quietly letting my lips and tongue slide across her earlobe and cheek.

While kissing her, my hand seized the opportunity to move down her bare shoulder, slipping under the sheets to caress her breasts. Her breasts were indeed genuine; although small, they were full, round, and soft, supporting my palm. I couldn't resist pulling back the sheets to carefully admire this beauty, as white and delicate as her skin. As I pinched and kneaded one pink nipple with my fingers, my lips covered the other.

Her breathing began to quicken, and her hands gripped my shoulders. I suckled, my hand sliding over her flat, smooth abdomen, then slipping between her legs to find her shyly hidden clitoris between her pubic hair and labia, and began to knead it carefully. Her breathing quickened again, and she hugged me even tighter. After a while, using the act of kissing her abdomen, I pulled off the sheet covering her lower body. Exposed to me, she shyly squeezed her legs together, seemingly not wanting me to see her dark private parts. But this wasn't the same as her previous firm refusal; it was just an instinctive reaction. With a quick pull, her legs parted, revealing her narrow labia. I lowered my face and began to lick them. She cried out, her body twisting, her hands seemingly pushing my head away, yet also pressing it down—a very intense reaction. I didn't care about anything else. I grabbed her legs tightly, buried my head deep in her thighs, and licked and sucked incessantly, listening to her unbearable moans of pleasure. Her slightly salty vaginal fluid soon flowed into my mouth. I touched her clitoris and labia with my fingers; they were completely slippery. Now I could play with her even more wantonly. So I slowly inserted my middle finger, first tracing its path along the tender flesh of her vaginal walls, causing her whole body to tense up, before I inserted my index finger as well, and then began to thrust rhythmically. She moaned, her hands gripping my arm and then the sheets, her lower body pressing down with my rhythm, swaying wildly, making a series of "plop plop" sounds as she thrust, her vaginal fluid flowing out incessantly. Seeing her ecstatic state, I couldn't help but quicken my movements. A moment later, I suddenly felt her vagina widen, as if trying to suck in something, then return to normal, repeating this several times. She cried out, desperately pulling my body towards her. I knew it was time to get serious.

I withdrew my fingers, calmly took out a condom, put it on, and turned around. I saw her, like any woman eager for acceptance, slowly writhing her naked body, her breath quickening as she awaited the man's conquest. I knelt down, parted her legs, found the entrance to her vagina, and, holding my erect penis, slowly inserted it into her thirsty cunt. As my penis slowly entered, her expression gradually changed. First, she tightly closed her eyes in a gesture of restraint, then her brows relaxed, and then her mouth opened, letting out an extremely pleasurable "Ahhhhhhh!"

Feeling my penis finally completely enveloped by her warm flesh, I began a slow but powerful piston-like motion. To be honest, her vagina wasn't as tight as I'd imagined, but her reaction was far more intense than I expected. After only a few thrusts, her fingers were practically tearing my back apart. I had to keep panting and warning her not to scratch me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to explain it to my wife. She toned it down a bit, but her moans
remained as unrestrained as ever. After kneeling and thrusting for a while, I turned her over and started my favorite doggy style. She raised her large, white, tender buttocks high, her hands supporting her head, moaning as her body trembled with each thrust of my powerful penis. Seeing such a beautiful girl so wantonly lying before me was incredibly stimulating. In my excitement, my lower body went numb, and a large gush of semen spurted out. I held her buttocks firmly until the last drop was ejaculated before letting go. After I let go, her buttocks remained pressed against my body, shaking wildly for a while, until I withdrew my limp penis. Only then did she reluctantly collapse onto the bed.

Once the passion subsided, she immediately regained her earlier reserve, quickly pulling the sheet over herself. I leaned down and asked, "How was it?" She smiled, her face against the wall, without saying a word, seemingly quite satisfied. I leaned close to her, gently stroking her arm, and said, "You wait, you'll see later." This time she turned her face towards me, giving me a somewhat ambiguous smile before turning her face away again. I ignored her, adjusted my breathing, relaxed, and shifted my attention to the television. This is my experience: if you're too eager to get an erection for the next time after one orgasm, it can actually affect your mood; conversely, resting comfortably for a while after an orgasm, chatting casually, and watching TV helps you get back into the mood quickly.

We chatted intermittently for a while, about 20 minutes passed. Seeing that time was running out, I prepared for the next round. I said, "Let me give you a massage." She obediently lay down, exposing her entire back. I straddled her and began kneading down her neck, all the way down until my hand was once again on her genitals. I gently rubbed her still-wet vulva, my hand slipping between her breasts and the mattress, caressing her in tandem. Soon her body began to writhe, and I flipped her over, continuing to knead her vulva with one hand while the other lifted my semi-erect penis, bringing it to her lips. She, who wouldn't kiss me, didn't reject my penis, still wet with semen, and immediately took it into her mouth, sucking deeply and shallowly. Actually, the mental pleasure of oral sex far outweighed the physical pleasure. Seeing my crude member in the beautiful woman's rosy mouth, the intense sense of conquest made me instantly fully erect, even worried that I would ejaculate immediately. So I almost immediately pulled out my penis—I wanted to conquer her vagina, not her mouth—and let the head of my penis rub against her skin as it slid down to the point of penetration. She clearly enjoyed this special caress; her body arched sharply, her moans and gripping tightly conveying her intense physical pleasure.

Once again, my penis plunged deep into her vagina. She tensed her body, clinging to me tightly, her thighs opening to clamp my buttocks, as if urging me to thrust even harder. I propped myself up with my hands, performing powerful and rapid piston-like movements in a push-up position—my most powerful position. My body, except for my genitals, didn't touch hers, allowing for more space for movement and maximizing the range and force of the thrusts. Sure enough, under the impact of this position, she completely lost herself, only moaning, only writhing, only gripping me tightly, forgetting everything around her, forgetting that she didn't even know my name; her mind was filled only with overwhelming pleasure.

Although push-ups provide immense pleasure for both partners, they are also extremely tiring. After a few minutes of penetration, I felt my arms give way and sat up. She followed suit, straddling me, and we entered a missionary position. However, before I could fully lie down, she impatiently wrapped her arms around my neck and began wildly shaking her hips back and forth. I had to remain seated, supporting her throbbing waist to maintain our balance. Her face was tilted back as she vigorously shook her hips, but this didn't provide me with intense pleasure. Perhaps a thrusting motion would have been more intense. However, seeing her excited moans and cries, I didn't change positions. I simply thrust upwards occasionally to reward my penis under the weight.

This position lasted for a while, and the base of my penis was starting to ache slightly from the pressure. I felt it was time for me to unleash my power. So I pushed her down, and her head was pressed against the wall beside the bed. Now, with each thrust, she was forced to tilt her head, her hair disheveled across her face, her rosy lips slightly parted, and her eyes tightly closed. She looked incredibly sexy. Such a beautiful girl making love to me so passionately made me wonder if I was dreaming. As the movements intensified, her head kept sliding down until it was almost at the foot of the bed. Since the foot of the bed was near the room entrance, I was afraid that her unrestrained moaning would attract the hotel staff, so I pulled out my penis and instead used my mouth and hands to caress her, allowing her wild body to relax for a moment. Sure enough, as soon as I pulled out my penis, she went limp and stopped writhing so violently. She only occasionally grabbed my hair when I kissed her sensitive areas. My lips traced a path down her neck, kissing until I reached her sexy navel. Her reaction intensified, especially when I stuck my tongue inside and licked it vigorously. Her hand gripping my hair tightened as if she wanted to pull me bald, so much so that I had to stop after a short while: "Don't be so rough! If you pull off my hair, I'll have a hard time explaining it to my wife." She turned away shyly, smiling, and gently touched my face, saying, "It's because you licked me so well..." Seeing her seductive manner, my desire surged again. I grabbed her arm, pulled her up, and said, "Didn't you say you liked doing it standing up?" "Saying this, I stood up, grabbed one of her legs, and used one hand to guide my penis, trying to find the position of her vagina. Perhaps it was because of the height difference between us, but I couldn't insert my penis after groping for a long time. She got impatient, wrapped her arms around my neck, and simply lifted her other leg as well, so that she was hanging on me. I held her legs with both hands, lifted her body up with force, and then sat down. My penis finally went in smoothly. She cried out, her hands tightly wrapped around my neck, and then I used my hands to lift her up and down, making my penis rub in and out of her vagina. Although this position didn't allow my penis to move very far in her vagina, each time it was equivalent to inserting with her entire weight, almost reaching her uterus, so she was extremely aroused. After a few thrusts, she shouted uncontrollably, "So good... I feel so good!" "To be honest, although I've seen many women make all sorts of moaning and groans while being pleasured in various erotic works, I'd never experienced it before having sex with her. Today, I finally witnessed it firsthand. It seems her reputation for standing during sex isn't unfounded.

Although stimulating, this position called the 'Italian chandelier' was incredibly exhausting, especially considering she weighs 95 pounds. I could only stand for about five minutes before I couldn't take it anymore, so I slowly put her on the bed. Perhaps it was because of the intense stimulation, or perhaps it was because I pressed on my penis when I put her down, but I ejaculated as soon as I settled her on the bed. It wasn't satisfying at all.

Because of time constraints, I had to leave. Before leaving, I asked her, 'Was that good enough?' She just smiled without answering. I asked again, 'So, if I ask you out next time, will you not come?' She immediately corrected me, 'I didn't say that!' Haha, it seems I've had my fill of her. I'm determined to find another time to ask her out and have sex with her a few more times. Just wait and see!"

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