Essays

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Xiao J is the head waitress of the restaurant downstairs. She's pretty and tall and slender. I often patronize the restaurant because of company business, and we've gradually become acquainted. One time, during a break from my meal, I noticed a set of silver cutlery displayed in their shop window. She happened to be standing nearby, so I chatted with her about its origins and pointed out how it should be arranged. She listened intently, saying, "The boss told us to put it there. They don't know any rules about placement, but I know so much." After a while, she became willing to share many things with me. One day, she asked if I could help her find a video camera; her company needed to create promotional footage. I happened to have one in my office, so I immediately went upstairs and brought it down for her, along with the charger, and showed her how to use it. It was a small DV camera, which she operated easily with one hand, her slender fingers dexterous. She smiled sweetly and thanked me profusely. A few days later, on the weekend… She rushed to find me, refusing to say what was wrong on the phone, only wanting to meet me somewhere private. She suggested several places, finally settling on my office, a quiet day off. When we met, her face was flushed, and she seemed hesitant to speak. I asked her what was wrong, and she took out her camera, asking if I could help her remove some tapes; some recordings weren't good and she didn't want to erase them. Tapes? This is a hard drive DV camera, where did she get tapes? But I suppressed a laugh, took the camera seriously, and turned it on. She nervously followed my gaze, her eyes darting between the camera and me. Fast-forwarding quickly, five clips flashed by, seemingly showing her company's internal operations, from catering to service team activities, and then… when the next clip appeared, I turned to see her staring at me nervously and shyly, blurting out, "Stop, just forget about the rest." A smile played on my lips as I paused the video; who else could it be but her? The pretty girl before me, usually so elegantly dressed in her business attire, standing ramrod straight in the center of the restaurant, her charming smile greeting every customer, was now completely naked in front of the camera, a thick, erect penis in her mouth. The image was frozen on her face, her eyes closed, her brows slightly furrowed, her cheeks sunken from the force of her sucking. When my gaze shifted from the camera to her face, she had lowered her head, her eyelids drooping, her hands clasped awkwardly, unsure what to do. A blush rose to her delicate face, making one want to bite it. "It's alright, it's easy," I said. She immediately looked up, her eyes filled with expectation and gratitude. "This machine doesn't need a strap, just one finger, and the stuff inside will be gone," I continued, "but…" A flicker of fear flashed in her eyes, a genuine and innocent fear so different from the lewdness on camera. "Could you let me see it again before you erase it?" I used that teasing tone again. She hesitated, and I could tell she wasn't angry at my words, just embarrassed about the footage. "Never mind, it's my fault. I shouldn't have made things difficult for you," I said, feigning superiority. Her head was still down, but her soft, sweet voice clearly came from the corner of her mouth, "It's not that I don't want to show you, it's just too embarrassing." She said, tightening her hands that were hanging under her knees. "Actually, we're both adults. This isn't something we haven't seen before," I said, pressing the pause button. With a girl like this, pretense was best put aside. Back in the shot, the camera was probably in the owner's hands. She was just licking and sucking, letting the cameraman do whatever he wanted. The picture was very clear, especially in the small lens of the DV. To be honest, the penis was thick and long enough, but the shape was just not good-looking. It looked ugly no matter how you looked at it. "Boyfriend?" To avoid an awkward silence, I tried to make conversation, glancing at her as she was also staring at the screen. Seeing me look at her, she immediately looked down at the floor. "Um..." "Where is he from..." As we chatted, I learned that the owner of the penis (looking at the screen, it was more accurate to say she was the owner at this moment) was her fellow villager and classmate, having come to the city together from their hometown (strangely, she didn't have a single trace of her hometown accent). She studied etiquette and service, and he was a chef. They didn't work in the same place, but they rented an apartment together in the Jiangnan area of our city. Her restaurant was considered mid-to-high-end in this area full of office buildings. Her boyfriend frequently changed jobs, working only sporadically. At least for now, she was supporting him entirely. Recently, a friend opened a restaurant in a county several dozen kilometers away and asked him to help out. He was often away from home, having returned from the county yesterday, so they went a little crazy last night (absence makes the heart grow fonder?). As we chatted, the camera shifted to a spot on the bedside table, showing her boyfriend trying out different positions on her. They seemed to whisper something at first, and it appeared she chose the first position: she lay down, and he penetrated her in the most primal way. She cried out in pain during penetration, seemingly struggling. He pulled out and reinserted, but she still appeared to be in pain, struggling. It wasn't until the third time that he could finally begin thrusting smoothly, but it felt like he was just forcing himself on her. I also noticed he wasn't wearing a condom. I remembered she was probably only nineteen, meaning she was definitely under twenty, implying that if she was pregnant, her best option was to have an abortion. I turned to her sternly. She didn't quite understand, and instead, she smiled awkwardly for her boyfriend (who hardly seemed like a man): "He's a bit impatient, I'm used to it." "You two never use condoms," I said bluntly. "Um... he doesn't... wear them, he doesn't like wearing them." She tried to defend him, but what followed was even more shocking: "It's okay, I drank a lot of water afterwards." Goodness, she was so naive. While the rest of her statement was also naive, it was at least somewhat reassuring. "And my period is coming soon, my breasts have been sore these past few days, and..." I interrupted her murmur, "Are you sure you're right?" As expected, although they had received some secondary education in technical skills, they knew almost nothing about sex. They knew a little about the safe period, and always had sex frantically during the few days outside their estimated fertile window, which obviously couldn't satisfy their boyfriends' desires. Her classmates and friends were mostly around the same age, but everyone had had an abortion, some more than once. Most of the time they took birth control pills, and many took emergency contraception several times a month. J hadn't had an abortion, but had taken it a few times. If I was initially a little jealous of the guy, now it's turned into hatred. We chatted and gradually learned more about their daily lives. They had an old computer at home, but no internet connection; it was purely for watching DVDs. They only used the internet for chatting on QQ and playing games, which they could only access at internet cafes. They had an old TV, but no digital TV; they could only find a few free channels, mostly with static. The guy was frequently out, going to internet cafes, nightclubs, and mahjong parlors, and often didn't come home at night. Last night, after they finished, he went out to meet his drinking buddies and hadn't returned (serious concern!). So she quickly grabbed her computer to deal with the footage, afraid he'd accidentally share it. The guy continued on camera, changing positions every two minutes. After lying on top of her for a few minutes, he flipped her over, knelt on the bed, and penetrated her from behind. At first, I envied his thick, long penis—at least bigger than mine—but his actions seemed like he was only masturbating. "Did it hurt then?" I couldn't help but ask her, watching the video. Perhaps noticing my furrowed brow, she initially seemed about to nod, then shook her head. My gaze remained fixed on her, so she could only say, "It hurt. He's impatient; he wants it all. I hadn't even wanted it yet when he thrust in, and so forcefully." Like a spoiled child complaining, she was probably trying to comfort me. "He couldn't hold back much longer. If he didn't hurry, he wouldn't be able to have it, so..." So she just let him have his way, sacrificing her own pleasure? Although I don't have a penis that big, I've never disappointed the woman beneath me. After the doggy style on the bed, the man lay down, and she rode on top. It was clear she was in control, and she started to get aroused. She climbed on top of him, grasped his penis, and slowly inserted it into her vagina. First, she gently twisted her hips a few times, and only after getting used to it did she begin to move up and down. Compared to the previous intensity, the speed decreased significantly, but her face began to show enjoyment, and her painful cries turned into soft moans. But this pleasure lasted less than two minutes. The man, having rested enough, shooed the reluctant woman off the bed, and they stood together on the edge. He then roughly thrust his large penis, which he'd been holding back for two minutes, inside her, followed by vigorous thrusting without any transitions. She braced herself tightly against the bed frame, her face tilted back, biting her lower lip, struggling against each thrust, swaying several times. But he stopped after a while. I glanced at the timer on the screen; only about ten minutes had passed since all the positions started. I knew this guy couldn't last, but he shouldn't have lasted this long. What happened next made me understand what she hadn't finished saying earlier: "And the man didn't ejaculate inside her vagina in the end!"After the man stopped, he pulled out his penis and began to reinsert it. Since the camera wasn't a close-up, I was confused – hadn't he been inserting it for a while already? She seemed to be enjoying it; there should have been a lot of lubrication, so why was it difficult to penetrate? It was only after he forcefully thrust in that she screamed in pain that I realized he was penetrating her anus. To be honest, I'm not against anal sex; I've penetrated quite a few girls' anuses, and I would do it if given the chance. But looking at that guy's ugly, large penis and his cruel actions, I felt really sorry for her. At that moment, I even had a desire to give her real pleasure. The man's movements didn't slow down noticeably after he thrust in; instead, he continued thrusting with great force. J screamed in pain, but thankfully, she didn't have to endure it for long before he stopped. He had truly ejaculated. He squeezed J's buttocks, forcing all his fluid into her anus. After going limp, he twisted over and lay sprawled on the bed, without giving J a final hug, a kiss, or even a final caress. But I could see how much J still wanted it in the footage. She maintained the position she had been in when he penetrated her, hands on the bed, bent over, buttocks raised, only her head drooping, her long hair covering her face, remaining motionless for a long time. The machine was still running, but I sat there, stunned. J's gaze had already shifted from the screen to my face, her expectant expression seeming to say, "You've finished watching, aren't you going to delete it?" My throat was dry, and I had to swallow several times before I could manage a hoarse voice, "Do you guys do this often?" Her eyes drooped again. "He likes watching those kinds of movies; he learned it all from there." In a conversation the next day, I learned that her boyfriend had gotten a lot of porn DVDs to watch, and she watched them too, then tried to imitate them. Strangely, some porn movies also taught men how to make women orgasm, so why didn't he learn that? The most ridiculous time was when he went to rent porn DVDs, and they said they only sold them, not rent. They sold him a VCD for 15 yuan. That was back then; maybe he's a veteran on some porn forum now, several levels above me. "Does it hurt?" Half of my question stemmed from not knowing what to say, and the other half from a strange feeling deep inside—was it pity, or...? Sometimes minds can communicate, and perhaps that applies to her. She probably sensed my feelings, and thus tried to say something but didn't know what to say. "We don't usually do this much, only one thing at a time. We only do it from behind during my fertile period, and when I have my period, we use our mouths." Could it be that she only sees me as someone to confide in? To be honest, I know that kind of feeling shouldn't exist between us, and even if we slept together, it couldn't develop into anything more. But now, I don't just want to satisfy her physically; I want her to truly experience pleasure from the bottom of her heart, to give back what her boyfriend, who used to vent on her, deserved. Can I do it? I rewound the camera to the very end of their company's event and, under her watchful gaze, pressed "dis..." Yes, I didn't press delete, but to turn off the screen. The DV screen was too small; her slender, beautiful body was worth preserving no matter what, even if the mass of flesh on top of her was filthy. Besides, her boyfriend wasn't bad-looking, just incredibly clueless and lacking in tenderness. As my finger pressed down, the screen went black, nothing was there. She sighed in relief and looked up at me with her beautiful eyes. Only now could I truly examine her closely. Normally, she wore at least some light makeup, a sharp business suit, and high heels, making her appear taller than me (her boyfriend was quite tall too). Now, in casual clothes, her long hair loose, she looked younger than at work, though a hint of weariness lingered in her eyes (I mentally cursed that jerk again with a hose). Her shoes were flat, but she was still nearly 1.7 meters tall. Her breasts weren't usually very large when she wore business attire, but now, in this V-neck t-shirt, a cleavage was faintly visible. In the video, I could see she actually had some breasts; they were perky and pointed when she stood still. I didn't get a good look at the color of her nipples in the DV, but they didn't seem severely damaged (although her boyfriend had abused her badly, she said she hadn't slept with anyone else). When she lay down and the man grabbed her breasts, they were clearly very soft, bouncing around with her body when he thrust hard. I cleared my throat before blurting out, "Let me treat you to lunch." "This…" Just as I was wondering if she was searching for a way to refuse, she took out her phone, gestured to me, and then turned to the side, lowering her head to make a soft call. I stood up, turned to the corner to pour myself a glass of water, but I could still hear her soft voice. I guess she already knew the outcome; she was just testing me. Her boyfriend had left the city, so she could have lunch with me. The restaurant was carefully chosen, considering our plans afterward. I intended to start our meal after lunch; it would be more convenient during the day, as I couldn't stay out all night. My office is in the east of the city, and it's not far from my home, so the chances of running into acquaintances are high—that wouldn't work. She and her boyfriend live together in the south of the city, and many people in her social circle live there too; it would be best to avoid trouble. Finally, we settled on the north of the city, where there are some restaurants specializing in local cuisine. So we took a taxi, quick and discreet. The local dishes were quite unique; she ate very politely, and her appetite was decent—the gloom I felt when we first met that morning had completely vanished. I wasn't really interested in tasting the food; I just ate a little to conserve my energy for the big meal. Taking advantage of her good mood, I launched into a long conversation about how delicious food can enhance a woman's appearance, subtly weaving compliments into my remarks. I spoke eloquently about the theoretical aspects, which she listened to with great interest. Unwilling to openly praise her, she instead pointed out flaws in my descriptions. I then feigned surprise, complimenting her on her culinary skills and admitting my amateurish attempts. She laughed throughout the conversation. The timing was right, and the time was ripe, so I suggested we find a nearby place for a midday rest and continue our conversation. The weather was quite hot, and the restaurants were open to attract customers, but the air conditioning wasn't cold enough. This became an excuse to find a hotel nearby where we could shower, relax, and chat. If she had refused, I would have given up on the day, but she surprisingly agreed. Although we were alone in the office, the atmosphere wasn't quite right, and I was worried about someone barging in and causing an awkward situation. Entering the room, however, was a completely different world. It was a near-four-star standard double room with thick carpets. Having only been open for a year, everything was still new, and the room didn't smell bad. She seemed either shy, nervous, or both, sitting on the edge of the bed closest to the door. After turning on the air conditioner and TV, I went to her side and put my hand on her shoulder. She visibly slumped, but quickly regained her balance and didn't pull away. I gestured for her to take a shower first, but she suddenly asked if she could make a call from the room phone. Had she changed her mind? I could only let her make the call. She spoke in her native dialect—actually local dialect, which I could understand a little of—just the usual girly banter. I felt relieved, but also a little lost, and could only stare at the TV and wait. The first call lasted a few minutes. Just as I turned my gaze to her, she dialed a second number, still just girly conversation. I started to feel uneasy, but she calmed down considerably and gestured to me: "Let me shower first!" Yes, she was certain. But I was still uneasy, so I didn't even take off my outer clothes until I entered the bathroom, and I kept my wallet and phone with me. After showering, I calmed down and thought about whether I should go out and get some fruit and snacks to create a nice atmosphere, but then I thought better of it. Lost in thought, I quickly washed up and came out, wrapped in a towel and carrying a pile of clothes, feeling quite disheveled. She had finished her phone call and was watching TV. I came out, smiled at her, and said, "Your turn," while pretending to have had a very relaxing shower. She paused for a moment, and while I hesitated whether to help her undress, she took off her outer clothes herself, wearing only her underwear, and went into the bathroom, leaving her things outside. She called me as soon as I entered. When I went in, she had a shower cap on her head, and was completely naked. Her legs were long and shapely, and my erection instantly became aroused. She asked me to adjust the hot water for her. After I adjusted it to a comfortable temperature, I asked if she needed me to help her wash. She said no, she was already clean and didn't want to get dirty again. It seemed she had washed quite thoroughly. I waited on the bed outside for a while. When she came out, she suddenly shivered and said the air conditioning was too cold. I quickly stepped forward and hugged her tightly. She was wrapped in a bath towel, while I was completely naked, my penis hard and erect. I hadn't even touched her hand when she was dressed; I hadn't expected such direct intimacy all of a sudden. I pulled her to sit on the bed against the wall, away from the air conditioner, and helped her dry herself with the bath towel—actually, I was gently caressing her body through it. She kept her head down, her neck hunched, letting me touch her. When I touched her soft breasts, she instinctively arched her back, and my hand followed, giving them a slightly firmer squeeze. Then, the bath towel was pulled off and tossed onto a chair nearby. I was now holding her beautiful body, completely exposed before me. Her thighs were pressed together, and she lay on her side in my arms, her head buried in my chin. I freed one hand to lift her chin and gently kissed her face. She closed her eyes, welcoming my lips and tongue as they glided across her cheek.With one arm around her shoulder, holding her tightly in my embrace, I began my journey over her body with the other. Her flesh was soft and supple, especially smooth and yielding when she was completely relaxed. My hand traced her neck, shoulders, and chest, lingering on her breasts for a moment. As she gradually relaxed, I increased the pressure, kneading her breasts. She responded with sounds, but could only hum in response, unable to utter anything else, because my lips had been constantly moving. After kissing her forehead and temples, I attacked her lips. At first, she kept them tightly closed, not allowing me easy entry. But with the relentless effort of my tongue, she opened them, and her tongue met mine. My hand continued downwards, completing its first full exploration. Her waist was slender; my outstretched hand could easily cover her entire lower abdomen, reaching her waist. Before touching her private parts, I first used my thighs to pave the way, slipping them between her tightly closed legs. Then my hands bypassed her pubic hair, reaching her thighs first, touching and pinching them, then reaching behind to pinch her buttocks and slap them. With my mouth covering hers, she only let out a soft moan and glared at me. I released her mouth, ready to get down to business. Although my penis was fully prepared and my energy was dwindling every second, I knew that to truly bring her pleasure, I had to take it one step at a time. I laid her flat, my hands beginning their formal caresses from her neck and shoulders, my lips and tongue starting from her neck, sucking and licking. My hands moved downwards, my mouth stopping at her breasts; as I bit her nipple, the fingertips of one hand reached towards her clitoris. After lightly touching her clitoris, I probed her vaginal opening with my fingers. It was already wet, but I could still increase the lubrication; after all, she hadn't made a sound yet. Actually, getting a girl like this to become very wet isn't difficult. Most of their first sexual experiences are with boys around their age. Aside from the inexperienced half and the impatient half, they don't get many opportunities to truly enjoy themselves. It's all about the initial excitement of trying something new. Once that excitement wears off, especially for a reserved girl like her, she can only wait for an orgasm like buying a lottery ticket. Suddenly, I thought of the most important move. While my hands were caressing her thighs and buttocks, my lips and tongue continued downwards, this time targeting—her vagina. I first casually licked the area around the base of her thighs, then paused to admire it up close. Her vagina was beautiful; that ugly thing of mine was definitely not worthy of her. The pubic hair was neither long nor short. She thought I had other ideas, "No, no need..." But she still wanted to say, "I washed it specifically." I gave her a silent smile. Her vulva was indeed clean, just as she wanted, with no odor. I put my tongue on her labia, our saliva and her vaginal fluids mingling with a smacking sound. Actually, except for a few special cases, the tongue's stimulation of a woman's genitals is far less than that of a penis or fingers. Using your tongue will cause pain at the base of your tongue for days, and it doesn't achieve much effect. But I still did it, trying to earn her psychological points. Sure enough, she felt bad and kept urging me to say I was done, that she'd had enough. But the tongue could stop; the rest could continue. My fingers returned to the small protruding flesh of her clitoris, rapidly vibrating, occasionally licking the opening. This was actually the effect of those vibrators in Japanese adult films, but I didn't approve of those foreign tools. Although it was tiring, I preferred the primitive way—doing it myself. While my fingers trembled below, my mouth was constantly sucking on her breasts, sometimes shoving the entire breast inside with my mouth, sometimes biting her nipple with the tip of my teeth, or licking one breast while pinching the other nipple with my other hand. The difficulty in coordinating these movements is that sometimes when I'm focused on the upper body, the lower body can't keep up, so it's quite tiring. If I were to use this on a woman in her prime, I'd probably be exhausted before I even reached halfway. Actually, every woman has her erogenous zones and erogenous points; some have nipples, some have clitoris. If you find the right spot, it's quite effortless. But this was my first time with Xiao J, and I hadn't yet figured out where her erogenous zones were, so I went for the whole thing. Soon she was very wet. Just as I was about to penetrate her, my hypocrisy kicked in again. Should we use a condom? She believed me, but what about him? And this morning he had so righteously scolded her for using a condom. Looking closer, I saw a panty liner on her underwear, which she had tossed aside, still perfectly white and unmarked. Forget it, we're already in bed, no need to pretend to be gentlemen, I just went straight in. Whether it was because her boyfriend had stretched her out or because of the ample foreplay, it went in smoothly, requiring almost no friction to begin thrusting. It was only then that I realized I should ask her which position she wanted. She even asked about the bedsheets first, but I hadn't even let her get up, just felt for the wetness and thrust in; subconsciously, I wanted to completely replicate last night's scene. So, after thrusting for a significantly longer time than her boyfriend had last night, I leaned over and kissed her cheek, asking if we wanted to change positions. She was enjoying being penetrated with her eyes closed, not saying anything at first, but quickly opened them and said she wanted to be on top. So, she took the lead, riding me. She was still very wet, and it didn't take much effort for her to insert my penis into her vagina. After a few tentative rounds, she started to sit on me with force. This position has many advantages. I don't have to exert much effort; my hands are free, so I can freely touch her body, pinch her nipples, twist her buttocks, and even bite her nipples if I'm willing to lift my head. She's also very satisfied with this position. We've already done a lot of foreplay, and it lasted longer than last night. She's experiencing a lot of pleasure, and the range of motion as she sits on me is getting wider and wider, moaning as she fiercely slams her soft, white buttocks down onto my groin. I'm starting to lose control of the situation; my penis, under her intense onslaught, is gradually betraying my body. Her cries are getting louder; she's almost there. Hold on, I tell myself, just a little longer. However, just a little bit more, my unworthy penis, that lovely penis that's usually known for its stamina, shamefully surrenders to her relentless assault with her vagina. Yes, just a hair's breadth away. Her eyes were already glazed, her cheeks flushed, and she was panting heavily. I was just waiting for her to let out that final roar and collapse onto me, but I didn't. We lay on the bed speechlessly for a while. I was momentarily at a loss, so confident and self-assured, but the result was... sigh, I don't know what she was thinking. "How are you?" "Hmm?" She lay on her side facing me, looking up at me. "I, oh..." She understood, leaned closer to me, and placed her hand on my chest. "You're pretty good, very considerate and gentle." Whether she meant it or not, at least I felt a warmth in my heart. I reached out and pulled her into my arms. "What about your boyfriend? Isn't he good?" I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth, but subconsciously I couldn't shake the memory of that video. Wasn't what I did aimed at him? "He's so mean!" I didn't know how to describe my feelings. Although I'd slept with her, the responsibility for my life still lay with her boyfriend. It seemed like I'd gotten away with it, but I still felt a little sour. Ugh, that jerk! As we chatted, I realized my physical recovery was fine, but I hadn't regained my confidence. If I couldn't give her what she wanted, it would be a shadow that haunted me for the rest of my life. Anyway, I'd worked up a sweat, and even though I was mostly dry, I still needed to shower. Besides, now we could probably enjoy a swim together, right? "Want to shower together?" She didn't answer verbally, but stood up in front of the bedside mirror, struck a few poses, and headed to the bathroom. I jumped off the bed and caught up, pushing her butt with both hands. Just as I put a shower cap on her, I faintly heard my phone ringing, so I went back to the room to answer it. And lo and behold, it was my wife (my girlfriend). I glanced at the bathroom door, which was tightly closed to prevent water from splashing out, but the sound of running water could already be heard inside. "Hello, my dear wife," I said calmly. She was currently in the province with her boss, accompanying higher-ups on an inspection tour. She called to tell me that the big boss had made a last-minute detour to a nearby film studio and wouldn't be back today, at the earliest tomorrow night. Her tone was hurried, her sentences concise, and she hung up. That's just how she is; she wouldn't let me off so easily when checking up on me normally, but once she's engaged in work, she's serious and meticulous, clearly separating public and private matters, and wouldn't say a word more than necessary. The ensuing bath together was undoubtedly enjoyable, and as I rubbed her hands together, my penis became erect again. But after such a long interval, her near-orgasm had long passed, and I had to start teasing her all over again. But at this moment, I had other plans. The ordinary standard room in this hotel was narrow, monotonous, and it was difficult to create an atmosphere.Since my wife wasn't coming home, I couldn't waste tonight, or rather, the entire weekend. In this sweltering weather, the swimming pool was a perfect spot. There's a natural pool about 20 kilometers from the city, warm in winter and cool in summer, with excellent water quality—it's a training base for national sports teams. Nearby, there are farmhouses serving wild game, national scenic areas, and resorts. Add to that my pretty and charming wife, and this weekend would be absolutely wonderful. My mind was made up. "How are you going to work these next two days?" I asked. She replied that if I let her know, I could be at work by 6 PM tomorrow at the latest. So I immediately checked out of the hotel and took a taxi back to the company parking lot to get my car. Of course, I also decided to do some shopping at a nearby mall first, buying her some clothes. Since I hadn't been able to satisfy her physically earlier, I could only make up for it with material things. Actually, she didn't ask for anything; I made all the decisions. She doesn't need many clothes in the summer, so I bought her a variety of things, including a matching tracksuit. She has a great figure and looks good in anything. Except for her lingerie, which I couldn't show off in person, she gave me a whole modeling show. Arriving at the company parking lot, I spotted the boss's car parked in the designated spot opposite the exit. But I knew the boss was currently on a foreign trip, and the car was probably with one of his trusted confidants, a vice president who's also a friend of mine. This guy isn't much older than me, but he's far more capable. The boss specifically recruited him with a high salary; he's a pillar of the company, and he's on friendly terms with us middle managers. While inwardly praising his diligence in working overtime, I was about to go around the back of the building to get my car, which was squeezed into a corner. But the guy seemed to have eyes and ears everywhere, and just in time, he popped out of the building and called out to me. "Perfect timing! Working overtime? No need to go up yet, I'm in a rush to catch my flight. Can you take me to the airport?" He had a briefcase in one hand and a suitcase in the other; it seemed he'd have to hail a taxi if he hadn't seen me. Before I could answer, he spotted Xiao J. He'd seen my girlfriend before, so he probably already knew what was going on. He asked, "What's up?" Our city isn't big; it's only an hour and a half round trip to the airport, but it was the opposite of my original plan. But then I had another idea. "We're all family here, let's go together, consider it a drive to the suburbs," I said to Xiao J, leaving room for discussion. "Okay, let's hurry," my friend said, showing a bit of leadership, leaving no room for hesitation, and handed me the car keys. I'd thought there were other places to go in the airport direction; there was a resort there, featuring the style of a Jiangnan garden, a blend of Chinese and Western styles, with food, entertainment, and accommodation. So, Xiao J got into the passenger seat, and we sped off, quickly arriving at the airport, giving him plenty of time to check in. The vice president didn't have much luggage, so we dropped him off at the temporary parking spot at the entrance and left. On the way back, we didn't take the airport expressway again, but instead turned onto the old road we'd always used. The old road, though old, was supposedly built half a century ago by the city's laborers during their rest time, carrying loads on their shoulders and by hand, without heavy machinery. It was actually quite easy to travel on, yet only a few small farm vehicles used it to avoid paying tolls. Tall subtropical trees lined both sides of the road, their lush foliage providing shade and blocking the scorching sunlight dozens of meters overhead. I opened the sunroof, and Xiao J stood on it, arms outstretched, doing a "king of the world" pose. Her long hair fluttered in the wind, her clothes clung tightly to her chest, emphasizing her already firm breasts, and I suddenly felt a strong urge. I pulled the car over to the side of the road, trying to catch my breath. She excitedly pulled back from the roof, thinking I didn't know there was a strawberry farm a few kilometers ahead. "There's still a way to go before we can pick strawberries." It's not strawberry season, so I could only manage an awkward smile. Her gaze inadvertently fell on my belt, and upon closer inspection, it was indeed there. She was initially surprised, but my blushing seemed to provoke her. The villages ahead and behind were quite a distance apart, and although the sun was shining brightly, apart from the occasional car whizzing by, there wasn't a single cow in sight. The car was spacious, and it was easy to turn around and bend over nimbly in the seat. Perhaps she originally intended only to play a mischievous prank, but she grabbed me through my pants. My complex expression—wanting to but hesitant to speak—couldn't hide the undisguised desire in my eyes, finally prompting her to unzip my pants. Her t-shirt made it easy for me to reach inside and knead her breasts. She buried her head between my legs, and my free hand gently stroked her cheek and hair. Whether it was deliberate caution or just her natural habit, she simply encircled my penis with her lips, her tongue gently moving inside, licking the glans, occasionally bobbing her head slightly. There was no rapid thrusting in her tightly clenched vagina. Although I already had a strong urge, this was clearly far from enough to make me ejaculate. But her actions already gave me a great sense of satisfaction, especially in this environment. So instead of pressing her head down to urge her to speed up, I lifted her head after about ten minutes, my penis still erect. I decided to save it for her pleasure later, not forgetting my initial sense of mission. I silently slapped myself again for my hypocrisy. I continued driving without pulling my pants up, hoping the wind would blow it back to normal by then. The mountain resort was originally a guesthouse for a certain government unit. Several old-style guesthouse buildings lined the roadside; I stayed there ten years ago when I came here for a meeting, a group of young people playing cards until dawn. The new resort is accessed through a side path, quiet and elegant, with lush greenery, mountains and water blending seamlessly into the sky. A cluster of uniquely designed, rustic buildings, pavilions and terraces, are nestled amidst the lake and mountain scenery. Coming here from the smog-filled city is like entering a natural oxygen bar. Besides its unique natural style, the resort also boasts excellent recreational facilities, including tennis courts, a bowling alley, and a fishing pond, with a botanical garden nearby. It's a popular venue for various conferences, and there's also a small villa complex catering to VIPs. The current head of state, when he was still in vice-presidential office, visited; his photo hangs prominently in the lobby. However, in recent years, with the construction of many similar resorts—larger, more luxurious, and with more prestigious backgrounds—this place has become less popular with government officials and more of a vacation spot for ordinary people. I parked the car under the shade of a tree in front of the lobby building, leaving Xiao J in the car, and went to the front desk alone. I attributed half of my midday failure to the ambiance, so without hesitation, I chose a garden suite with a large bed; even with the discount, it wouldn't be much more expensive. Just as I was about to swipe my card, "Sir…" I turned around and saw a woman in a suit and shirt, wearing a name tag, holding a walkie-talkie. "Are you interested in our villas?" Pshaw, does she think I'm a sucker driving a luxury car? A building priced at 3000, and with only two of us, we wouldn't need that much space to roll around. Are you here too? I took another look at the woman in front of me; she was around forty, lightly made up, and although not very young, she still had a certain charm. Especially her sharp eyes, which fixed me, eager to leave, at the front desk. "We have a special offer now, Building 6, only…" she continued, with a calm smile. Oh, it's not the most luxurious one, but the price is still incredibly competitive, almost the same as the suite I chose. "Manager, that was reserved by General Manager Cao," the receptionist interjected. "I know," the manager turned to me, "I just received the notification that our guests have rescheduled, but you can enjoy the same premium price." She impressed me, not just with the price, but I swiped my card with lightning speed, accepting her business card in the process—Assistant General Manager and Sales Manager. "I'll ask you for a discount next time..." "Welcome..." There were other parking spaces in the villa area; I could drive in and park. Walking over, I saw someone standing by the car, chatting with Xiao J who was standing outside.Upon approaching, Xiao J introduced Chun as her friend, saying it was such a coincidence to run into her here. Chun was a girl about Xiao J's age, similar in build and height, with a rounder face and large eyes when not smiling, which narrowed into slits when she smiled, revealing dimples. She was wearing the company uniform—a shirt and skirt—and had work makeup on, but her attire was simple. Xiao J said Chun worked here and could give us a discount. I showed her my key card and quoted a price, and she stuck out her tongue, saying she couldn't get that price and asking how I got it. I casually said a friend knew the manager. Because Chun lived far from the city center, she didn't see her city friends often, and they were all happy, chatting in their hometown dialect, which I understood but didn't show. From their conversation, I could tell Chun knew Xiao J had a boyfriend, which is why Xiao J introduced me as her friend, without mentioning "boyfriend." But she emphasized that I had given Chun the internet card she received last time. Ah, I see. I knew Xiao J didn't have a laptop, yet she asked me to help her get an internet card, saying she didn't know which one to choose. I happened to have an extra one, which would just expire if I didn't use it, so I gave it to her. Bringing it up now undoubtedly helped me get closer to her. Chun smiled even brighter at me, as if she was even more convinced that I was the right boyfriend for Xiao J. Earlier, when they mentioned Xiao J's boyfriend, I could tell from Chun's tone that she was quite disdainful, but… with a man's intuition, I sensed a hint of… um… allure in her fleeting glance? I wanted to confirm, but her gaze had already moved away. I shook my head inwardly; I should figure out Xiao J first. Chun had just finished her shift and was going back to her dorm to change clothes. Although it wasn't far, I gave her a ride. Compared to the taciturn Xiao J, Chun was much sweeter. "Brother Ruan, your car is really beautiful." "It's from the company." "Brother Ruan is a successful person." The car couldn't go any further at the intersection, so when Chun got out, I politely invited her to have dinner with us. Xiao J said she'd take her to her dorm and go in to check it out. While waiting, I listened to some music. While flipping through CDs, I noticed my friend had left his digital companion in the car. Worried he might have missed important data, I turned it on, only to find it almost empty. Suddenly, I remembered something, so—(close-up shot: my hand reaches for the digital companion…cut to close-up, my hand leaves the companion.) Suddenly, there was a knock on the car window. I turned sharply, and Xiao J was gesturing outside. I rolled down the window, and she said the shower in Chun's dorm was broken and still under repair, so she wanted to shower at our place. Chun's dimples appeared from behind Xiao J, still in her work clothes, carrying a bag of clothes. "Hi, I'm here again! Welcome!" Why wouldn't I welcome her? "Ladies, please get in the car." Music was still playing inside, and their laughter echoed throughout the car. We arrived at our destination quickly, in a relatively secluded corner of the resort, the last of the ordinary villas, a short distance from which stood a rather desolate luxury villa. A large lawn stretched out in front, leading to the lake, while behind it, the woods merged with the dense forest deep within the adjacent botanical garden, separated by a wire fence. It was a detached two-story house. The first floor had a floor-to-ceiling hall, with a bedroom with two single beds and an ensuite bathroom on each side, and a small converted sauna, seemingly a doorway from a separate wooden hut on the side of the building. To me, it was purely decorative, but Little J went inside with great interest, despite the warning signs and instructions posted on the walls. The second floor also had a bathroom, and the remaining space was a large bedroom with a French door leading directly to a large terrace, furnished with a huge bed large enough for several people to roll around on. While Chun was showering on the first floor, Little J and I stood together on the large viewing terrace. I hugged her from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder. Where the setting sun shone brightly through the scattered trees, a gentle breeze caressed our faces. "Isn't she cute?" I asked casually. "She looks very lively." A fleeting, alluring gaze flashed through my mind, my heart racing, but thankfully, my lower body remained calm for the moment. "Are you tempted?" A sudden, inexplicable question, as if she could read my mind, turned to see my reaction. "She's burning with desire right now." She meant it. It turned out that Chun had always had a strong sex drive and was very open, but also picky. To date her, one needed someone of a certain caliber, with a solid financial foundation, and she preferred someone older. Her current boyfriend was older than me, I heard he was forty, had a family, and was very willing to spend money on her, including buying her handbags, clothes, renting her a private apartment, etc. He just wasn't good enough. The last few times we met, lying naked all night, no matter how much she sucked, he couldn't get an erection, making her incredibly thirsty. The two of them were very good friends. Chun knew that Xiao J and I were nothing special, yet she had her eye on me, even asking her for me. I was stunned. Such a good thing? Wait a minute, lest things end up a disaster. Besides, my inherent pride kicked in at the perfect time, and I tightened my grip on her, gently kissing her ear. A whirlwind of footsteps accompanied by a silvery tinkling sound: "Back from your shower!" Chun had changed into a low-cut, off-the-shoulder top and super-short shorts, which accentuated her long, slender legs. Her cleavage was displayed without a hint of shyness, the bounce of her breasts proving there was no padding. Little J said it was her turn to shower, and went downstairs to find some clothes. I asked, "Do you need to shower too?" She pursed her lips and raised her chin, "I smell nice after showering, don't you want me to smell nice too?" Chun's fresh scent indeed filled the entire house. Before I could point out the main bathroom upstairs, she said she wanted to steam and sigh, giving me a chance to say she was worried she wouldn't know how to use it and wanted to go with her, thus concealing the fact that it wasn't appropriate to be direct with Chun about this suggestive suggestion. She gently pushed me away, quite confidently saying no, she would, and went downstairs. Sigh, having someone else around definitely makes things more uncomfortable. I sighed inwardly and glanced over to Chun, only to see her already sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands behind her back, resting on the revalues.Paradise Island www latest version resource network unlimited viewing: providing users with a large selection of high-quality videos for free. A pair of long legs stretched out and crossed, slowly swaying from side to side with her feet in a V-shape, her head slightly tilted back, her still wet hair hanging down, her sidelong glance shooting at me, it was the same look from the car side, unmistakably reproduced. I stood firmly, without any expression. She smiled triumphantly, my zipper was actually not zipped up, when I stood up straight and my penis was obedient, the proper shape of my pants did not show anything unusual, but at this moment, the obviously different colored underwear inside had bulged out. I am not someone who easily loses control, but since the recovery at noon, I have been in a state of high readiness, both physically and mentally, my lower body is like a warhorse with tightly reined reins, roaring and raising its front hooves from time to time, but these were originally prepared for little J. She started to approach me from the bedside. It was a final victory of my brain's authority to control my body from lunging at her. So, when she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and neck, my hands surrendered first, tightly holding her waist. Almost simultaneously, her fiery lips were on mine, her tongue following swiftly like a serpent. My puppet brain was still trying to salvage some pride: let her kiss me for two minutes, while my ears were straining to hear the sound of water rippling downstairs. She didn't use those two minutes, as if she understood the preciousness of time and where to use it. After her slender fingers cleared the way for my crumbling defenses, the serpent slithered onto my erect penis, which held up a welcoming banner. The serpent moved quickly, first along the left side from the base to the top, then along the right side from the base to the top. Then my penis was completely buried in her pouting mouth. Occasionally, I could see the glans struggling against her deep cheeks, but more often it was swallowed deep into her unseen throat. I don't know if it was a natural preference for penises; she was like a greedy child grabbing food. My hard penis felt the strong sucking force from her lips, and the head moved so much that it overdid it several times, the glans popping out of her mouth with a "pop" sound like a cork being pulled. Looking down from above her head as she pecked at rice, I could clearly see her breasts jiggling uncontrollably with each movement. I reached out and grabbed one of them; the nipple was as erect as her clitoris. Her clitoris was like water, like tofu; it didn't resist when squeezed, taking any shape it was, obediently, only springing back to its original shape when my hand left. Her clitoris could also be squeezed, but it wasn't as obedient; there was a strong tension in my palm, waiting to explode, and there was resistance in the opposite direction no matter which way I kneaded it. This vibrant wildness emanated from her entire body, merging with the deepest primal desires of my own. My brain stopped issuing commands to limit how long she could lick it; I felt a sense of relief that I couldn't hold out much longer either, so I let her be. That dilapidated sauna I had once ignored became my hope; hopefully, it could make her feel more comfortable. At this moment, Chun's actions changed. She would occasionally pull my penis out, carefully examine it in her hands, glance at me, then put it back in her mouth. She didn't realize that at this slower pace, it was impossible for me to ejaculate. From her initial fierce and unyielding movements, I had initially thought she was racing against time, trying to finish me off quickly with her mouth. Now it seemed that wasn't the case. If it was just to make me hard, she wouldn't have needed to do that in the first place. I could get as hard as a steel rod without her mouth; if I wanted to get even harder, the veins on my penis would burst. When she held my penis in her hands again, looking at me expectantly, I answered her with my eyes: It's okay. She quickly stripped off her clothes, and unsurprisingly, no underwear. I only needed to take one step to be down to my shirt, but my eyes wanted to scan the familiar digital clock I'd just seen when I entered the room. However, the clock was behind me, next to the digital TV set-top box. Chun misunderstood, thinking I was looking for condoms, and stopped me with a resentful yet expectant look. She was already half-lying on the bed, one hand trembling slightly between her legs, her fingertips seemingly scolding me: "Are you even a man? I've gone to so much trouble to make you feel good, what are you waiting for?" Before I could even reply with an expression, she pouted, her face full of coquettish pleading: "Hurry up, please!" Whether it's genuine morality or hypocrisy, all I can do now is throw off my shirt and stick my penis into her hole. When I first inserted it into her vagina, it felt sticky, but it was very smooth from the start. If she hadn't been gripping me so tightly, I wouldn't have been sure I'd gone in correctly. I still habitually started with slow, polite thrusting. But after a few dozen thrusts, she began to guide me to speed up, holding my hips with her hands. I complied, but her instructions were faster, faster, harder, harder. I had to start thrusting at a rapid pace. Soon, the traditional position wasn't enough, so I switched to doggy style, which allowed me to exert more force. I just wanted to get her to orgasm quickly, even if... I didn't need to go, because her moans were getting louder and louder, and I secretly hoped the sauna was well-sealed. Whether her loud moans, which echoed throughout the building, could penetrate the wooden walls was uncertain, but they undoubtedly shattered all the energy channels in my body, because my brain could no longer convey my true intentions to any part of my body. Amid her sobbing howls, I changed positions and thrust into her deep inside her with ferocity, hoping that the moment my penis would naturally soften would come as soon as possible. The proverb "haste makes waste" was perfectly illustrated at this moment. The battle at noon, plus the proper warm-up on the way to Xiao J, resulted in my wonderfully functioning penis finally ejaculating inside her when my body was almost exhausted. At this point, the only position I could choose was lying down. She straddled me, her eyes closed, her brows furrowed, holding her breath, and after trembling for the last time, she let out a long sigh. Then she leaned down and hugged my head, kissing me fiercely. "That was great, so good," she said, her voice trembling. Then she softly collapsed onto me, and the room fell silent, save for our heartbeats and heavy breathing. Suddenly, I snapped awake: Where was Xiao J? So much time had passed; that shabby sauna—was it electrified? Suffocating… I shoved Chun off me and frantically skipped down the stairs. The sauna was empty, unused. The bathroom water was off, and no one was there either. On the bed in the double room, Xiao J lay on her side, one hand propping up her head, the other casually holding the remote control. The TV showed only the picture, no sound. She was only wearing a three-piece bra—the same one I hadn't seen her try on at the mall earlier that day. The high-quality workmanship of the brand-name item perfectly accentuated her full breasts, and the lace trim on her panties added a touch of allure. My erect penis, which should have been the perfect match for this, now slumped like a quail, foaming at the mouth and curled up in a ball. I turned and glared at Chun, who had rushed in beside me. The same white fluid that lingered in her mouth as the quail's was still dripping down her inner thighs. She stared at me in astonishment, bewildered by my crazy actions, showing no shame whatsoever for us both being naked in front of her friend. "Did you have fun?" Xiao J asked with a smile, her tone devoid of any sarcasm. But my face still burned. Something was definitely wrong. They were secretly hiding something from me, but my mind was blank, and I couldn't make sense of it. I turned sharply to leave, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, and I stumbled, seeing stars in the darkness. A scream came from a few meters away, but two hands caught me just in time. Chun helped me sit back down on the bed. "It's alright, don't be upset," they both said, trying to calm me down. It turns out that Xiao J always felt I took good care of her, that I helped her a lot, and that she learned a lot from me, always respecting me. This time, I managed to save her from public embarrassment, and she wanted to repay me for it. Seeing my interest in her body—my lustful look while watching the video hadn't escaped her notice—she decided to satisfy me with her body. Because she was worried about her monthly period, she couldn't fully relax during sex. Seeing how tired I was from making her, she felt responsible and guilty. Just then, Chun, who was very horny, happened to be there, and after discussing it, they decided Chun would do it instead. They apologized for not telling me directly. With a mix of coaxing and persuasion, all my anger vanished. Only after my anger subsided did I realize that my stomach was completely empty. No wonder I was seeing stars; that battle had really drained me. Stealing a glance at Chun, apart from the unmistakable flow of semen from her vagina, everything seemed fine. So we changed—or rather, got dressed and headed straight to the Chinese restaurant. There were only a handful of people left; for a restaurant with no customers, it was almost closing time. The staff at Chun Shu Restaurant said they were glad to have friends over, but there seemed to be very little food left, so they went into the kitchen to check. They came out quite a while later, and the waiters started serving the dishes. Although there were only a few dishes, they all tasted very good. We even opened a bottle of red wine and drank most of it. When I went to pay the bill, Chun said she didn't need to find out everything. It turned out she had personally cooked those dishes, and her skills were exceptional. No wonder she didn't like Xiao J's chef boyfriend. Xiao J said this was one of Chun's secrets; there's a famous saying, "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."I couldn't help but think of Chun's performance in bed; that must have been her greatest weapon, but unfortunately, she entrusted herself to the wrong person. After dinner, we strolled together in the villa. The villa at night had a unique charm; moonlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled shadows on the quiet grass and rocks. Beneath the curved eaves of the buildings, the red lanterns swayed lazily in the breeze. Holding one of the two beauties' hands in each hand, I listened to the distant croaking of river frogs under the tranquil night sky. The fragrance of flowers mingled with their delicate scents. The red wine from earlier hadn't intoxicated me, but now I was completely captivated. Xiao J, usually quiet, was also silent, occasionally gazing up at the large, bright moon. She seemed preoccupied, as if one could hear a sigh from the depths of her heart. "Do you think he looks like an old ghost?" she asked Xiao J in her hometown dialect. "He...how does he resemble me?" Little J said, looking at me. "Hmm, looking again, he seems a bit like me." "Isn't he similar in appearance and spirit?" They immediately felt it wasn't right to comment on me so openly, and started chatting and laughing with me again. Back in the room, my digestion was just right, but the red wine was taking effect. They turned on all the lights upstairs and downstairs, and then we played some games together. The loser refused to accept the punishment and chased and played from upstairs to downstairs, and they all sweated again. The three of us went into the same bathroom to shower, rubbing shower gel on each other and spraying each other with the showerhead. I took the opportunity to grope them. After showering, none of us were wearing clothes. Little J said she wanted to use a sanitary napkin to cover herself with underwear. Chun picked up the one Little J had just thrown away from the trash can; it was still clean. Little J was speechless. We continued playing games. We had sweated from the physical games, and now that we were clean, we naturally wanted to play more gentle games. I suggested games like word games and riddles, clearly giving me a significant advantage, and they didn't object. The corresponding punishments were oral sex, mutual touching, etc. Watching them touch each other, I remembered to take out my camera to film them. Luckily, I had transferred and cleared everything during the day, so there was enough space to film as much as I wanted. Xiao J already knew how to use it, and Chun insisted on using it too. After some teaching, she learned it, and we filmed each other. We agreed to record everything tonight, and I would burn a disc, each person only keeping their own visible parts, deleting the rest. That's what I said, but how much I kept was entirely up to me. *** *** *** *** When it came time to do it, it seemed like we had a tacit understanding; tonight, it should be Xiao J's turn first. So Chun and I launched our attack on Xiao J together. Xiao J went to internet cafes and had watched porn, while Chun went online at home, so there was no reason she hadn't seen it too, and she could apply what she'd seen. Chun focused on the upper body, and I was responsible for the lower body. We used both our hands and mouths on her, touching and licking. As I stimulated her clitoris with my fingers and was about to lick her vagina with my tongue, Xiao J nervously said, "No, I'm afraid I'll come." Chun, who was nibbling on Xiao J's breasts, heard this and crawled over. Without a word, she inserted her middle finger into her vagina. I would never treat Xiao J like that, but they didn't care. When they pulled their fingers out, there was only clear vaginal fluid. "Where?" Chun then waved her finger at me, meaning not enough fluid, continue. Soon, Xiao J was dripping with vaginal fluid from the two of us, and it was their turn to attack me. I sat on the bed with my head on my waist, and they both licked my penis. My penis was already erect after washing, but after so much foreplay and a whole day of sex, it wasn't quite hard enough. I needed their help to solidify it. Xiao J's movements were very gentle, as if she was afraid of accidentally hurting me with her teeth. Spring treated me like a melting ice cream, quickly licking away every last drop. Under their double attack, I regained my composure and began to penetrate Xiao J. Spring hugged me from behind, using her large, firm breasts to push my penis deep into Xiao J's body. After a while, they switched places, with Xiao J pushing me in and out of Spring using the same motion. Then they lay back on the edge of the bed, and I thrust a few times in one hole, then a few times in the other. Then they lay on top of each other on the edge of the bed, with Xiao J on top, my penis taking turns going in and out of their holes. After several changes of position, I ejaculated inside Xiao J. Unfortunately, due to the dispersed intensity, she still hadn't reached orgasm, so I had to postpone my promise again. I knew why Xiao J didn't use a condom, but why didn't Spring use one either? Xiao J spoke up, firstly because they all trusted my health—thank you for their trust—and secondly because Chun didn't need to worry about getting pregnant; she had been taking long-term birth control pills, and Lao Gui had erectile dysfunction, which made using a condom even more difficult, so Chun chose to take medication. No wonder I always felt that Chun's potential fullness didn't match her age and athleticism, and I also felt that Chun and Lao Gui's relationship was more than just financial. In the end, no one needed to sleep downstairs, so the three of us slept together in the big bed, naked all night. I was in the middle, hugging both of them, and when I turned to my left, I hugged Xiao J, grabbing her breasts as I slept. When I turned to my right, I hugged Chun, squeezing her buttocks. During morning erections, we did it again, taking turns penetrating both of them, finally ejaculating inside Chun. The next day, we slept until late morning, went out for a quick bite, and then wandered around the resort. While playing tennis, Chun noticed that Xiao J and I were wearing matching outfits and screamed. Xiao J suggested we exchange them, but Xiao J arrogantly and proudly replied, "No, I have someone giving me a gift, and it'll be even prettier. We'll go buy one together tomorrow." My tennis skills are terrible, and theirs are even worse; they often hit the ball over the wire net, forcing me to run around retrieving it. We also went bowling, and they kept getting their balls stuck in the bowls. I need to invite them out to play more often when we get back. After playing and showering, we had lunch at a restaurant. I was too tired to do anything else at noon, so they both gave me oral sex to help me ejaculate. After a short nap, we said goodbye to Chun and headed back to the city. As the car drove out of the resort, a convoy of cars with flashing lights passed us and slowly drove into the resort.My penis was already erect after washing, but after so much foreplay and a whole day of fighting, it's a bit less hard now. I need the two of them to help solidify it. Little J's movements were very gentle, as if she was afraid of accidentally hurting me with her teeth. Spring treated it like melting ice cream, quickly licking away any dripping water from all sides. Under their double attack, my condition recovered, and I began to enter Little J. Spring hugged me from behind, using her firm breasts to push my penis deeper into Little J's body. After doing this for a while, they switched places, with Little J pushing me in and out of Spring using the same movements. Then they lay back on the edge of the bed, and I thrust a few times in one hole, then a few times in the other. Then they piled on top of each other on the edge of the bed, with Little J on top, my penis taking turns going in and out of their holes. After several changes of position, my penis ejaculated inside Little J's vagina. Unfortunately, due to the uneven distribution of energy, she still hadn't reached orgasm, so I had to postpone my promise again. I knew why Xiao J didn't use a condom, but why didn't Chun? Xiao J explained: firstly, they both trusted my health—thank you for their trust; secondly, Chun didn't need to worry about pregnancy, as she was on long-term birth control pills. Lao Gui had erectile d

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