[The Innocent Divorced Young Woman][The End]

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Because of a business deal with an insurance company, my boss asked me to report to the computer company's work group.

When I arrived, a girl in a white t-shirt, light blue jeans, and a ponytail was sitting in front of another computer, typing briskly. She wore glasses and headphones, humming softly.

The conference staff introduced me to her. She smiled serenely, took off her headphones and glasses, and turned around. She had fair skin, her eyes were slightly narrowed because she had taken off her glasses, her lips were thin, and her mouth was a little wide. She looked quite pretty.

I just nodded and smiled politely at her, and she returned a faint, almost fake smile, so much so that we both couldn't help but laugh.

Through the introductions of the conference staff, I learned her name was Xu Ying, an employee of another computer company, 28 years old this year. (I was amazed by her youth; she looked like she was 23 or 24. Actually, she was equally surprised that I didn't look mature enough.) Her voice was soft and gentle, very pleasant to hear, unlike that of a local. If a local girl spoke with such a delicate voice, it would sound too affected, but she just spoke Mandarin with her hometown accent, which sounded beautiful. Later, I learned that she was from Lijiang, Yunnan.

From that day on, the two of us worked in the same room, responsible for the early development of the software. Once we had a design prototype, we would hand it over to the next group. So the testing team was constantly running to the other group, asking for changes, while we only needed to develop and program according to the design requirements. We were rarely disturbed each day. As

we got to know each other better, I learned that she had gotten married at 23, but two years later, because she was always traveling, her husband had an affair, and they peacefully separated. We would chat occasionally, but most of the time, I would go online to chat with girls, while she listened to music. Her clothes seemed to never change; it was always the same baggy t-shirt covering her thighs and light blue jeans.

One morning, she went out. I felt a bit mentally exhausted, so I saved the source code I was developing and logged onto the internet. I'd been spending a lot of time with her these past few days, so I hadn't dared to visit my usual websites. I skillfully typed in the URL and logged into an adult website. Wow, after a few days, it had updated a lot of content. I opened several windows, waiting for the "clumsy cat" (a nickname for a female internet user) to open the pictures of beautiful women. Then, I opened a pornographic novel in the first window, lit a cigarette, and started reading with relish.

After a while, I felt the urge to urinate, so I went to the restroom. Each room had a restroom, and since we were all familiar with each other, I didn't mind and used hers.

When I came out, I was shocked, my face flushing red. She was standing bent over next to my desk, clicking the mouse, a brightly colored picture of a woman performing oral sex displayed on the screen. I stood there, unsure whether to go over or hide. She noticed I was back and jumped up, a slight blush creeping across her delicate face. She awkwardly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said softly, "Oh, you're looking at this stuff? I really don't understand you men. What's so interesting about it?" She wrinkled her nose slightly, looking incredibly playful.

I smiled awkwardly at her and said, "Uh… I was just bored, just looking around, hehe, hehe."

She bit her lip, her clear, bright eyes glancing at me sideways with an expression as captivating as a little bird looking at someone. My heart skipped a beat. She had already turned around and bent over, clicking the mouse to open the first window, and in a teasing tone, she read out my online username: "Xiao Shiyilang, Intermediate Member, Points 55, Hmm, the reply is... Ah, the emotions are delicate, the description is meticulous, if the mockery were more original..."

I blushed, not wanting to rush to close it, and my embarrassed gaze fell on her. Only then did I notice that she was wearing a white t-shirt tucked into her jeans today, her waist was so thin, and two beautiful curves extended downwards, resembling a beautiful buttocks, stretching the light blue jeans tightly. Usually, women in this line of work don't have very good posture because they sit all day; their buttocks are either too fat or too thin. Such plump, round, and beautiful buttocks are rare.

As she read, she turned and smiled at me, then suddenly noticed my gaze. She glanced at herself and realized she was sticking her butt out, hunching over in a rather unseemly posture in front of a man. She quickly stood up, smiling shyly and scolding, "You little rascal, what are you looking at?"

Startled, I snapped out of my daze. Seeing that she was blushing but not angry, I chuckled awkwardly, "Sister Xu, I...I wasn't looking..." Realizing I'd been too obvious, I stopped myself.

Xu Ying rolled her eyes at me, returned to her seat, and, her expression returning to normal, said, "Get back to work, brother. Men aren't all serious." Speechless, I quickly hung up the internet, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye. I noticed her legs were quite beautiful; strange, I'd never noticed before.

It took me a while to calm down. I took a nap at noon, and was still feeling lazy in the afternoon. I played Need for Speed for a while, but feeling bored, I downloaded a martial arts novel by Li Liang called "The Contradictory Celestial Master" to read. Since there was a young lady sitting next to me, I certainly didn't dare to look at anything else and risk making things awkward. However, she doesn't usually wear glasses, so if I was reading something erotic, she wouldn't know what I was looking at.

Xu Ying leaned over and glanced at my computer. I said with a smirk, "What are you looking at? It's so vulgar. If you want to read it, I'll tell you the website address, go for it yourself."

Xu Ying raised an eyebrow and said sullenly, "Go away, you're so irresponsible. If I wanted to read it, would I need you to tell me? Can't I find it myself? When I was reading it..." She realized she had let something slip, blushed, and fell silent.

I asked curiously, "Sister Xu, you read these too? Which websites do you usually visit?" I chat online and have a few close friends with whom I can talk about anything. Since the internet is a fig leaf to hide our true selves, we don't know each other, so we dare to say anything. A girl from Sichuan asked me for erotic novels, and I sent her a few. Later, I simply gave her a few website addresses, and we also exchanged our reactions after reading them on QQ.

Xu Ying pretended not to hear, glanced at the novel I was reading on Readbook, wrinkled her nose, and changed the subject, saying, "Li Liang? His novels are all for children. I prefer Jin Yong and Gu Long's works. Gu Long's works have beautiful imagery and language, while Jin Yong's works are more suitable for the general public."

I chimed in, "I like all of Gu Long's works too. As for Jin Yong's novels, 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes,' 'The Deer and the Cauldron,' there's a saying that they're all good, at least half of them aren't that great."

Xu Ying said, "No one can be a gem in every word, right? One masterpiece like 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes' is enough to make him a master."

I smiled and said, "Oh, that book about disabled people?"

She asked curiously, "What? What do you mean?"

I explained to her, "The characters in that book all have severe disabilities." "Severe defects are emotional disabilities. For example, Guo Jing lost his father before he was born, Yang Kang was born into a remarried family, Huang Rong lacked maternal love, Huang Yaoshi was widowed in middle age, Mu Nianci's whole family contracted the plague and she was an orphan, Wang Chongyang, the Central Divine, was a heartbroken hero, the Western Poison had an affair with his sister-in-law and had an illegitimate child, the Southern Emperor was a victim of infidelity, the Northern Beggar was a gluttonous hero, Zhou Botong was mentally challenged, Mei Chaofeng was a lonely master who lost her husband, Ke Zhen'e..." Before I could finish, Xu Ying was already giggling uncontrollably, her face flushed, and said to me, "You're so shameless, how could you even think of that?"

Xu Ying raised an eyebrow and said sullenly, "Go away, you're so irresponsible. If I wanted to see it, would I need you to tell me? Can't I find it myself? When I was looking..." She realized she had let something slip, her face turned red, and she fell silent.

This is pointless; it's clearly a self-made fantasy post.

I smiled and said, "Oh, that literature about disabled people?"

She asked curiously, "What? What do you mean?"

I explained to her, "The characters in that book all have serious personality flaws; they're emotionally disabled. For example, Guo Jing lost his father before he was born, Yang Kang is from a remarried family, Huang Rong lacks maternal love, Huang Yaoshi is widowed in middle age, Mu Nianci's whole family succumbed to the plague and she was an orphan, Wang Chongyang, the Central Divine, is a heartbroken swordsman, the Western Poison has an affair with his sister-in-law and has an illegitimate child, the Southern Emperor is a victim of infidelity, the Northern Beggar is a gluttonous hero, Zhou Botong is a genius, Mei Chaofeng is a lonely master who lost her husband, Ke Zhen'e…" "...

Before I could finish speaking, Xu Ying was already giggling uncontrollably, her face flushed red. She said to me, "You're so shameless, how could you even think of that?"

I stared at her intently. A few strands of her hair fell across her forehead, her delicate face, her small nose, her slightly upturned lips... I couldn't help but sigh, "Sister Xu, you're so beautiful." She frowned slightly, giving me a reproachful look. She opened her mouth, but seeing my sincere expression, she sensed that I was genuinely praising her, so a blush appeared on her face, and she pursed her lips without speaking.

I mustered my courage and said again, "Your lips are beautiful too."

She pretended to be angry, puffing out her cheeks and saying indignantly, "Are you pushing your luck?" Then she couldn't help but burst into laughter.

I shamelessly continued to flatter her, saying, "Tsk tsk tsk, your smile is like a nightingale singing in the willows, so beautiful."

She blushed, glanced at me, and didn't say a word. I could tell she was very happy, so I seized the opportunity and said, "Ah, just a silent smile is enough to captivate a city, and a second smile could topple a kingdom."

She tried to suppress her laughter with a straight face and deliberately asked me, "What do you say if I don't laugh?"

I shook my head and said, "Alas, such a beauty, you mustn't laugh. Even without smiling, she's already captivating. If she does laugh, what will happen?"

She couldn't help but burst out laughing, her face flushed, and shoved me, saying, "Go to hell, don't be so casual with me."

I stared blankly at her beauty, unable to suppress the love in my heart. I slowly stood up, feeling an urge to pull her into my arms and kiss her passionately.

She looked at me warily, instinctively grabbing a notebook and covering her lips, revealing only a pair of gentle, dreamy eyes. She stammered, "You...what are you going to do? Don't do anything rash, I...I'm going to call for help."

Looking at her adorable, bunny-like appearance, I felt a tickle in my heart, but her half-serious, half-joking threat made me hesitant. A clever idea struck me; I deliberately moved closer to her, causing her to lean back timidly, her face turning red again. She coughed and said in a childish voice, "I...I...Auntie, I need to go to the toilet. What are you thinking about?" Then I laughed loudly and turned to run.

Xu Ying was surprisingly nimble; her leg flew up, and even though I ran fast enough, she still kicked me in the bottom. I cried out, pretending to fall, which elicited a series of silvery giggles from her behind.

…After that little commotion, our relationship became much closer. We joked around more often, and occasionally I'd tell her some dirty jokes, which would annoy her by punching me with my little pink fists and calling me a pervert, a no-good guy.

The May sky lacked the dust and chill of early spring; the sun was warm, the wind clear and gentle. The flowers, plants, and trees in the neighborhood swayed in the late spring breeze, young and full of vitality. That day, after a spring rain, the air was fresh, but the roads quickly dried. Feeling restless, I went to the bookstore, bought two books on C++, and strolled back. Passing the pedestrian overpass, I saw a familiar figure. It was her; a vendor selling pirated DVDs was arguing with her.

Curious, I walked over and stood in the crowd to watch. It turned out she had been squatting there for a while, looking through films, but hadn't found anything suitable. When she was about to leave, the vendor stopped her, saying she'd been there too long and was slowing him down. He insisted she buy a few, and the price was a bit high. She naturally refused. I guessed the vendor was taking advantage of her because of her out-of-town accent.

I watched with a grin. She didn't even recognize me; her delicate face flushed slightly. In her anxiety, her hometown accent became even stronger—a soft, sticky voice—as she argued with him.

I noticed the vendor was holding some new releases, so I went over and said, "Never mind, never mind, three for ten yuan, give them to me."

Only then did she recognize me. She stubbornly pulled away from my hand holding my wallet, saying, "I won't give it to him, that's too domineering! How can you be so cowardly?"

I was a little angry. Helping her out made me seem cowardly? Seeing her ruin another sale, the vendor angrily shoved her, right in the chest. Her face flushed red, and she said in embarrassment, "You...you..."

Seeing this, I grabbed the vendor by the collar and pulled him back abruptly. He was about my height, but thinner than me, so I wasn't intimidated. But the bastard reacted quickly, punching me in the nose. My glasses flew off, and I was stunned. My nose was cut, and blood flowed freely. Then, he punched me in the mouth, splitting my lip and filling my mouth with the taste of blood. All

the blood rushed to my head; I felt a rush of blood and a tingling sensation in my head. Because I'm severely nearsighted, taking off my glasses made me feel dizzy. I can't remember how we fought; I only know that Xu Ying, after screaming for a while, finally stopped and tried to break up the fight. I, caught up in the excitement of the fight, punched her on the shoulder before they dragged me away.

Later she told me that the kid was in a terrible state. Who told him to have such long hair? I grabbed him and held him down so tightly he couldn't even lift his head. How could he possibly fight back? I kicked and shoved him mercilessly, beating him badly. She told me this with great enthusiasm, as if she were the one who had done it.

That day, after dealing with the conference organizers, I went back to my room to rest. I felt fine during the fight, but now I noticed my lips were swollen, numb, and I could only taste the metallic saltiness of blood in my mouth. When she came to see me, I remembered her saying I was a coward, so I said, "I'm a coward, why are you even talking to me?" I closed my eyes and ignored her. Actually, I wasn't wearing my glasses, so my vision was blurry and I easily crossed my eyes, so I was embarrassed to open them.

When she heard that I was ignoring her because she called me a "coward," she was both annoyed and amused, and sat quietly beside me without saying a word.

The room was quiet. She sat very close, and I could smell her faint, pleasant fragrance—not just perfume, but a blend of a young woman's natural scent.

I lay on my side, my eyes slightly closed, opening only a crack. I saw one of her thighs resting in front of me. Because it was so close, I could see it clearly: the fine lines of clean blue jeans, and the thigh stretched beneath them. It must have been very strong, with a beautifully shaped curve, rounded and long. The shape of the side pressed against the bed allowed me to imagine how soft and supple her body might be.

My heart started racing. A little embarrassed, I lay back and glanced at her, but my eyes closed again, feeling awkward.

She was undoubtedly kind and intelligent, or perhaps because she was nearsighted, she giggled and jumped down, saying to me, "I'll get you a new pair of glasses; yours only has one broken lens."

I turned away, ignoring her. She bent down and grinned at me. Suddenly, I felt a strange sensation on my shoulder—a soft, elastic touch that immediately made me realize it was her breast. My heart pounded, and all my senses seemed to converge on my right shoulder.

I savored the exquisite, intoxicating feeling—soft, elastic, and intensely warm. Were they big? Small? Round? White? My mind raced, and my shoulder involuntarily shrugged, trying to feel it more vividly. Unfortunately, she sensed the contact, gasped softly, and quickly pulled away.

My face flushed, and I pretended not to notice, keeping my eyes closed and motionless. I heard her breathing behind me, light yet rapid. After a moment, she suddenly reached out and turned my shoulder, turning me around. I looked at her, bewildered, thinking, "She...is she going to slap me?"

I instinctively covered my face, saying, "Don't hit me, my face already looks like a pig's head."

She couldn't help but chuckle, then slowly lowered her head. I watched her eyes get closer and closer, so dark, so bright, so big... "Hmm?" Before I could even close my lips in shock, she gently kissed me. My head went blank, my mouth opened even wider, and my expression must have looked like a complete idiot. Her initially shy and rosy cheeks gradually blossomed into a sweet, honey-like smile.

I stared at her blankly for a long time before letting out a scream.

She looked at me nervously, then glanced outside, then back at me, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

I pounded the bed in anguish, my voice trembling with tears, "My first kiss, my first kiss, you stole it from me!"

Her face flushed red, a little embarrassed and angry. She playfully covered my mouth, whispering but fiercely, "You...you bastard..."

Suddenly, I grabbed her hand, a smile in my eyes, and asked, "Can you promise this bastard one thing?"

"Huh?" This time it was her turn to be stunned, like a complete fool, but she quickly regained her composure and glanced at me suspiciously.

I gazed at her tenderly, pleading, "Could you please promise me..."

"Hmm?"

"Give me this kiss in a couple of days?"

"Uh?"

"Because... my lips are swollen like a pig's snout right now, how can I feel the softness of your lips, the smoothness of your tender tongue, you..."

"Don't...say...that!" She glared at me with her not-too-large, but gentle eyes, threatening me, though her eyes held no real threat, and her soft voice had no effect whatsoever.

I didn't speak, but my glances at her were ambiguous.

Hey, what are you looking at? Watch out or I'll gouge your eyes out! "She was all bark and snarling, practically barking like a puppy, but her face flushed instantly.

I kept looking at her, but my gaze was no longer teasing; instead, a gentle, loving light welled up from the bottom of my heart.

She quieted down, her gaze drifting elsewhere, avoiding my eyes. An unnamed, warm feeling, in an imperceptible rhythm, drew us closer—from that day on, we felt incredibly intimate. I started paying attention to her, observing her body and every smile when she wasn't looking. We talked more, and the biggest change was in her clothes; she was no longer so unkempt.

I was surprised to find she had so many beautiful, well-fitting clothes. I asked her why she hadn't worn them before, and she shrugged and said, 'Who am I supposed to wear these for when I'm cooped up here all day?'" "I immediately asked her why she was wearing it again, which made her so angry she wanted to bite me. She chased after me, laughing. Intentionally or unintentionally, our physical contact became more frequent and natural, often causing my penis to involuntarily become erect, yet I could only helplessly let it go soft. At night, sometimes I would close my eyes and fantasize about her body, perhaps depicting her in a seductive pose, venting my love for her in my fantasies.

That evening, while developing an interface program, it was past nine o'clock, and I was exhausted. I had to smoke to stay awake. Xu Ying pouted her red, alluring lips and mumbled as she went to open the window. I obediently went to the bathroom and turned on the exhaust fan to smoke.

Suddenly, I noticed a small white lace panty hanging on the bar. I couldn't resist taking it down. It was such a small panty, thin and soft, easily crumpled in the palm of my hand. I couldn't help but think of the times I often stole..." Looking at her round, pert buttocks, though they seemed so slender, how could such a tiny pair of panties possibly cover them? If she wore them, two plump, white buttocks would surely be exposed—how alluring that would be! Could this thin white fabric conceal her genitals? Would faint dark shadows be visible? If she wore these tiny panties and lay on the bed, swaying her alluring, full buttocks, murmuring in her intoxicating voice, "Oh, I can't take it anymore,"

I fantasized. My lower body involuntarily swelled from the erotic image. I extinguished my cigarette, held the tiny panty to my nose, and smelled a faint, soapy scent. Was her genitals as clean and fragrant as that? My other hand, through the panties, caressed my own genitals… It took me a long, long time to calm myself down. I hung the briefs back on the drying rack and went back to the inner room.

Xu Ying was sitting in front of the computer, seemingly typing, but I noticed her slender, white fingers were trembling.

Looking closely at her face, her fair skin had turned a deep purplish-brown, and the exposed part of her neck was as red as a boiled shrimp. Her slightly heaving breasts were heaving rapidly, and she was taking deep breaths, struggling to regain her normal breathing rhythm.

My heart skipped a beat. Had she noticed? No way, although I hadn't closed the door, the bathroom was near the entrance; it couldn't be from this angle… I couldn't help but glance towards the bathroom. No problem. The moment my gaze returned, I suddenly caught sight of the large mirror on the wardrobe, reflecting everything in the bathroom. Good heavens, how embarrassing! Please, just split open a crack in the floor so I can jump down and die! Every move I made in the bathroom was reflected in the bathroom mirror. Reflected in the full-length mirror, she was perfectly visible from this angle.

My heart pounded. I stole a glance at her; there was no anger on her face, just a row of fine white teeth gently biting her lip. That shy expression, that blushing of a girl in the throes of spring, was absolutely captivating.

With a sudden surge of courage, my previously hidden affection, now discovered, was no longer a secret. I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to hug her, I wanted… Even if she disagreed, I guessed she wouldn't tell anyone else.

This realization gave me courage. We were sitting side by side, but I suddenly turned and said to her, "Xu Ying…" "Ah…" Xu Ying's body jolted. Perhaps her mind was in turmoil; she hadn't even known what she'd been typing on the computer for so long. When I called her name, she jumped up as if electrocuted, saying, "What?" "Her eyes, which were slightly narrowed when she wasn't wearing glasses, always seemed to be smiling at me. A fleeting blush crossed her face before I had already deeply kissed her lips!

Her lips were even more fragrant and softer than I had imagined, with a cool, sweet taste.

Her small mouth opened in surprise, and before she could close it, my tongue had already slipped into her slightly parted mouth, entwining with her warm, wet, and delicious little tongue, experiencing the feeling of lips meeting and sharing a deep, intimate connection.

Xu Ying sat there blankly, leaning back, letting me hold her alluring body, filled with a refreshing fragrance, in a half-asleep, half-awake state, completely unaware of where she was. Her charming expression, with her fan-shaped eyelids half-covering her starry eyes, revealed a languid, dreamy gaze. I never knew that purity and allure could coexist in the same body."

"No, Qin Yue, you...no..." She seemed to have woken up, turned her head and pushed me hard with her small hands. For some reason, in my excitement, I felt a magical and alluring attraction emanating from her beautiful body. She smelled so good, a delicate, elegant and natural fragrance emanating from between her hair and skin, sweet and fresh like the orchids blooming in early spring. It was the sweet and gentle scent that belonged exclusively to young women.

I held her tightly, refusing to let go. Her struggle caused the chair to tip over. Even though the door was closed, she shuddered and stopped struggling. I pulled her back two steps, and she pleaded softly, "Qin Yue, good brother, good older brother, please, stop it, I...I..." The hotel room wasn't very big. She stepped back, her legs hitting the edge of the bed, and she fell onto it.

I was like iron drawn to a magnet, unwilling to let her go for even a moment. As she fell, I pressed down on top of her.

With my body pressing down on her, I could use one hand to restrain her head as she tried to dodge, and then kiss her lips. My other hand roamed over her body as I said, "Xu Ying, you're so cute, really, I love you so much, I dream about you all the time. Give it to me, I love you, give it to me." Xu Ying, panting, pushed me away, softly begging me to leave, but after struggling for a while

, she lost her strength. I didn't budge; instead, her body's movements strongly stimulated my lust. My penis was hard and hot, pressing against my lower abdomen, its heat even radiating to my own. Because of the heat, everyone was dressed lightly; I was only wearing casual harem pants, and she was wearing thin capri pants. My penis pressed against her lower abdomen, and she immediately sensed it. Her face flushed even more, but she dared not move.

My hand slipped inside her shirt, caressing her breasts. Her breasts felt small and delicate, like a pair of adorable doves, their skin incredibly smooth. Her tiny nipples hardened under my caresses, and her breath turned into soft, seductive moans. Her blouse had unknowingly been undone by me.

Her body trembled slightly under my touch, and she pleaded in a similarly trembling, sweet voice, "Please, lock the door. Someone might see us." I was overjoyed and seized the opportunity to threaten her, "I'll lock the door, and you can't go back on your word!" Her face flushed, and she nodded pitifully. The fear of being seen made her abandon all restraint.

I jumped off the bed, ran to quickly lock the door, then ran back and eagerly leaped back onto the bed.

Xu Ying's flushed face was incredibly sexy; she hugged the blanket shyly, looking at me tremblingly.

I pulled her into my arms and said gently, "Xu Ying, I swear, I really love you. You're so lovely, so charming. Sometimes, I can't help but lie in bed alone, thinking about you... Hmm... Please give yourself to me, I... I don't want to hurt you. If you hate me, I'd rather not touch you at all. Really, are you willing to be with me... with me..." She covered her blushing face and nodded almost imperceptibly.

My heart was filled with tenderness. I leaned in gently and kissed her cheek, pulling her hands away. Her eyes were hazy, filled with tender affection. My fingers lightly traced her red lips and cheeks, gently cupping her beautiful breasts.

Xu Ying murmured "Mmm," her body trembling slightly, her waist tensing a little.

I rolled over, pressing her soft, fragrant body beneath me, gazing at her, and chuckled softly.

She blushed slightly, then asked me curiously, "What are you laughing at?" "I'm laughing because I'm embracing the most adorable woman in the world, the woman who moves my heart the most. I'm laughing because this woman kissed me just two days ago, but now she's like a pitiful little rabbit about to be eaten by the big bad wolf." Xu Ying's face was flushed, and she bit her lip, her alluring expression exuding the charm of a mature woman.

I leaned close to her ear and boldly said, "I'm laughing because… my big cock is about to penetrate Xu Ying's little hole, to become one with you, to let your soft body…" "Ah!" Xu Ying felt a surge of heat, her face burning with embarrassment at my bold teasing. She closed her eyes, raised her small fist, and punched my chest, crying out coquettishly, "Don't say it, don't say it, it's so embarrassing…" "

I kept kissing her pretty face, red lips, and neck. As her mind became hazy, I began to gently caress and knead her soft, white breasts. Meeting her lingering gaze filled with desire, a hand suddenly slipped into her pants."

"Mmm, no..." Xu Ying twisted her thighs uneasily. My fingers brushed across her flat stomach and pressed against her vulva. Because her pants were tight, only my fingers could move inside, and she had no way to escape.

I kissed her patiently, my fingers touching her soft pubic hair. I felt that she didn't have much pubic hair, and her vulva was tightly closed. I inserted my index finger and explored down the opening to her vagina. Xu Ying's vagina was tender and slippery, already secreting a lot of sticky fluid. My fingers, covered in her fluid, gently moved inside her wet and tender vulva for a while, then moved up to her clitoris and gently massaged it. She let out a muffled moan, and her buttocks wiggled slightly. I saw that she was very sensitive to this, so I teased her clitoris with varying degrees of pressure. Xu

Ying's face was a little flushed, and her eyes became moist, so they looked watery and hazy, very alluring. Her breasts, exposed after I pulled off her top and removed her bra, were bare, and her snow-white breast skin had two... Her breasts, high and firm, were incredibly beautiful, like jade. Though not large, they were almost large enough for my hand to grasp. Holding them in my hand was an exquisite pleasure.

Two pink nipples swayed at the highest point of the curves, like two tender red cherries. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking on the entire areola. Xu Ying's body trembled as I sucked, her slender waist arching upwards.

Her smooth, pink skin brushed against my cheek, so alluring. Her nipple was covered in my saliva. Xu Ying's eyes were slightly closed, her lips slightly parted, already lost in my caresses. So when I took off my clothes and pulled her small hand to touch my penis, she seemed to only then come to her senses.

Xu Ying's loving gaze was fixed on my erect penis, gently stroking it. Her small hand was soft, her skin smooth and tender, tickling and incredibly comfortable to touch.

I whispered in her ear, "Dear Yingying, is brother's penis big?"

She playfully slapped me on the back and said, "You bad boy, don't say things like that." I

grinned and said, "Okay, I won't talk about dicks. Is that thing that Yingying is holding big?"

She couldn't help but laugh out loud, then realized how embarrassed she was and buried her head in my chest, saying, "Stop being so vain, it's small like... like a toothpick..."

Hearing her flirtatious words, I became even more excited and said, "Okay, then do you want to use my toothpick to pick your teeth?"

Her face turned red with embarrassment, but she still said defiantly, "Dare?"

I couldn't help but straighten my back and said, "If I bite it, what will my Yingying use? Won't she be itching to death?"

Xu Ying let out a soft "Mmm" and was so embarrassed that she had nowhere to hide.

I said to her, "Baby, sit up, I'll take your clothes off for you." "

She blushed and obediently let me undress her, then secretly glanced at my penis, shyly turned around, and lay face down on the bed, presenting her smooth, pink back and round, plump buttocks to me. Those pert, beautiful buttocks were like a large, juicy peach, their exaggerated curves extending from her waist down, cascading into a naturally beautiful and sexy sight.

I couldn't resist lying down and kissing her beautiful buttocks, then couldn't help but bite the tip.

She let out a soft 'Ah!', hugged her beautiful buttocks, her eyes sparkling, gave me a sidelong glance, and said reproachfully, 'Are you going to bite me?'

I said tenderly, 'Sister Ying, your buttocks are so beautiful, so fragrant, I really want to eat them.'

Xu Ying, aroused by my teasing, and already very close to me, was no longer so shy and reserved. She boldly thrust her buttocks forward and said, 'Okay, go ahead and eat them.'"

I was captivated by the charm she gradually revealed, and I lunged forward, pulling her tightly into my arms, calling out affectionately, "Sister Ying, Xu Ying, Sister Ying..."

"Hmm?" Her beautiful eyes flickered, looking at me with an inquiring gaze.

I didn't... (The rest of the text appears to be random characters and doesn't form coherent sentences.)

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