[I miss my sister, let's leave some memories] (Revised 02) [Author: Riding a Horse Across the Grassland]

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**************** ... Wow~ short hair, short hair. I have absolutely no control over girls with short hair. My sister has the same kind of short, straight bob. "Come here," I gestured to her. She came over and sat down next to me. "I like your short hair," she smiled but didn't say anything. "How long have you been here? I've never seen you before." "I've only been here for a month or two ," she replied. You could tell she was from Northeast China just from her voice, though she looked rather delicate and lacked the boldness typical of Northeastern girls. "Come on, let me toast you. Tell me your name." "My name is Jingjing, what's yours?" "Just call me brother," a similar opening line. What's the point of knowing her name? Who knows if it's her real name? I actually it annoying when girls call me "boss." I'm just a poor employee, often just hanging around. Maybe the girls earn more than me. That's the truth; experienced people can do the math and they'll know. But I do like it when girls call me "brother." My sister hasn't been around for a long time. "Bro, I'll play dice with you." "Don't mention dice to me. Last time, a girl beat me ten times in a row, and she got me all drunk..." "Oh, ten cups and you're done? Don't worry, I'm not that ruthless. I'm very kind." "Kind? You girls are all so clever and cunning, you can always take advantage of an honest guy like me." "I'm really stupid. Try it, I'll drink one cup, you drink half, okay?" Of course, I demonstrated my stupidity again, swaying my head from drinking. Where's the fun in drinking...? The boss uses the place to entertain guests, observe his employees, his friends, his clients. For him, the place is always a meaningful venue. But I just find it boring. The pretentious boasting of brotherhood, the hypocritical flirting, the pointless clinking of glasses—everything is so fake. The real emotion is always what flickers in everyone's squinting eyes. No one will be a saint here. Looking at those faces illuminated by lust, I laughed. How could I be immune to such temptations? I turned to the client, repeating the same insincere words, while pulling Jingjing closer to me . Completely bored, I said, "Let's sing! Jingjing, you go first." Amidst the noise, a quiet melody began: " I want you by my side , I want you to do my hair. The night wind makes my heart itch. My lover is in a foreign land, gazing at the moon . It's all the moon's alluring madness , it's all the guitar's mournful playing. Oh, I'll sing a song, silently thinking of you. My lover, where are you?" As dawn broke , I frowned, thinking, and then I remembered—it was the theme song from "Mr. Donkey." Dice were rolled, glasses were clinked, drinking games were played, and husbands and wives were called out. Amidst the clamor, it was this quiet girl singing that calmed me down. I turned to look at her; it had a certain charm reminiscent of the song from "King of Karaoke." "That song is so pretentious, but you sang it well." "Thanks." "Have you seen this movie?" "Yeah, Ren Suxi acted well, very expressive." "She has a very distinctive look, and it doesn't matter if a girl with distinctive features is pretty or not." "Yeah, I like her." "You like watching movies, huh? Do you like Jenny from Forrest Gump ?" "Yeah, I like her a lot. I sometimes listen to folk music." "What kind of folk music do you like?" " About wandering." I grinned. "I'll tell you about the connection between folk music and wandering sometime, but I'm afraid I'll get struck by lightning if I'm too pretentious." "Okay, bro." I seemed to have forgotten where I was, actually trying to be pretentious by talking to her about folk music. What the hell am I doing? Am I drunk? This is a girl from a KTV, not a female classmate from the university playground... I'm not drunk, just a little restless. What kind ? "Come on, it's too noisy here, let's find a quieter place." "Hehe, I haven't heard you sing yet." "Come on, my singing is awful." "I don't believe you, sing it, I want to hear it~" Okay, okay, I ordered Liu Zhengrong's "Unescapable," and belted it out in my raspy voice. "Satisfied now? Come with me." "Haha, I haven't heard this song before, and the singing... is okay, the song is really good, so great!" She laughed and took my arm. "Everyone, I'm going first, I've had a bit too much to drink." A stupid colleague grabbed me. "We haven't even had a drink yet, how can you leave? Come on, come on!" Everyone around started cheering, and three cans of beer were placed in front of me. I almost wanted to punch this guy. While I was hesitating, "Three cans of beer, I'll drink two for my brother." "Oh, how can that be?" "My brother and I are a team tonight, why don't you call yours over too?" I glanced at her, couldn't help but laugh, and hugged her. Sorry guys, I'm really a coward when it comes to drinking. Luckily, Jingjing helped me finish three cans, and a bunch of people were yelling "Let's drink together!" which got us out of the room. Ten minutes later, we were sitting on the bed in the private room upstairs. "Jingjing, just because you're wearing that denim shirt today, I really like you. Don't disappoint me." " Who knows Maybe you'll forget me tomorrow." "How could I forget you after you helped me drink?" "Hey, weren't you going to tell me some folk songs?" "I don't want to show off, I just want to fuck you." I lay on the bed watching her take off her jeans. Her legs were straight. I stood up in front of her, watching her unbutton her shirt one button at a time. She kept looking at me, smiling. She took off her shirt, unbuttoned her bra, and revealed a pair of beautiful...

Her breasts were about a cup and a circadian rhythm. I grasped them, kissed her, and she smiled. She reached for my pants, but I let go
, letting her help me remove my shirt. After taking off my underwear, my penis was already hard and eager. She squeezed it,
then pulled me into the bathroom. She was quiet, and I didn't feel like saying much. I just watched her wash me clean,
then washed herself. After drying her, I picked her up, threw her onto the bed, pounced on her, and whispered in her ear, "You don't need to work hard
tonight , I'll do it myself."

She was a very clean girl, with a clean face, very light areolas, and light pubic hair. I bent down and
kissed her cheek first. She turned her head away; I knew she didn't like being kissed on the cheek, so I kissed her neck down to
her breasts. Hmm, about a C cup, just the right size for my hand. I tried to rub them harder, and she made soft
moaning sounds. I lingered on her chest for a while, then kissed downwards. Her pubic hair had been trimmed, very smooth,
leaving only a light tuft on her mons pubis. Don't blame me for not being a gentleman; the good thing about prostitutes is that they don't require much foreplay, just
wet and ready for you to come. Her young, pink pussy was so tender that I couldn't help but lick and suck it greedily, getting my face covered in her juices—
it tasted so good. Feeling her thighs gradually tighten, her moans growing louder, I looked up at her heaving
chest. It's rare to encounter such a clean girl; I was getting a little aroused. I lifted her buttocks, my tongue landing on
her anus . "Ah! No!" she cried, twisting her hips. I grabbed her sides, pressing my mouth tightly against her anus, my tongue
thrusting in hard. "No, no!" "Don't do this, brother,"

I looked up. "You're very clean. If you don't want to, I won't force you to go through anus, but I want to
taste . It won't make you uncomfortable; don't refuse me." She didn't speak. I put her down and turned her over, making her
kneel with her buttocks raised. Mmm, so good. From her clitoris to her vaginal opening to her anus, I carefully brushed over and over
until she arched her back. I straightened up and turned to face her. She looked up, then obediently crawled forward and
took my penis in. A wave of tenderness washed over me. How many
penises had that pretty mouth and nimble tongue tasted? Wouldn't she get tired of it? I thought these stupid questions as I watched her gently suck and breathe,
her rhythm perfect, releasing at just the right moment, licking my shaft with the tip of her tongue. Her tongue was quiet and slender, very similar to M's,
but her technique was better. I liked that kind of tongue.

"Oh..." I exhaled, feeling increasingly aroused. I stopped her, watching
the fluids , a feeling of conquest. I leaned down to kiss her, but then kissed her shoulder and neck
instead, cupping her breasts from behind, my tongue roaming over her neck, barely concealed by her beautiful short black hair.
The allure lay precisely in this. My hands never stopped kneading; young breasts were wonderful. I released her breasts,
gently sliding my fingers down her ribs to her buttocks, meeting at the top, meeting along the cleft, then separating and tracing her
inner thighs. I could see her trembling slightly. I couldn't help but lower my head again to kiss her anus. "Ah, brother... I can't take it anymore
!"

I looked up, a little dazed, as if I heard Little M's soft moans, calling me brother repeatedly. Yes, Little
M's anus was just as clean...

"Brother, what's wrong?"

I came to my senses, smiling sheepishly. "Help me put on a condom." After putting on the condom, she leaned over again. I
adjusted myself from behind and inserted myself. She was very wet and slippery. I slowly began to thrust.

"Mmm..."

"Mmm..."

For a moment, watching her short hair tremble, I couldn't help but bend my knees and stand up, straddling her kneeling
legs, and pressing my entire body against her back as I began to fuck her. "Mmm~ Ah..."

"Ah!...Ah..."

She began to moan louder. I released her, my hands supporting me on the bed along her ribs, and thrust wildly. After
a while, she couldn't hold on any longer, her upper body collapsing, her head buried in her arms, panting heavily.

I wrapped my arms around her breasts, slowed down, kissed her back, and slowly moved my hips, my
hands gripping her breasts and gradually tightening their pressure. Listening to her soft, gentle moans, I found myself unable to control myself...

Is a man so obsessed with eternal stamina simply because he's addicted to the feeling, or is he afraid that his virility will fade afterward?

I pulled out, pulled her down to lie on my back, and whispered in her ear, "You're great, Jingjing, I like you." She laughed and
said, "But I don't think you're that great. I'm so bored of being fucked like this." "Hey! You little bitch!"
I laughed. "Just you wait!" She bit her lower lip, stared at me, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

I viciously spread her legs, inserted two fingers of my right hand, and while thrusting, I bit my lower lip and stared at her. As
the thrusting slowly turned into probing, she started grabbing the sheets and moaning loudly, "Have mercy on me, brother."
"Hmph, not so easy to forgive you," I pressed her legs down, squinted at her, and slowly pulled
my fingers "Hmph," but my middle finger pressed against her anus, and taking advantage of her unpreparedness, I squeezed in two knuckles at once. "Ahhh!!"
She arched her back, twisting her hips, but I had already pressed down on her thighs, so she couldn't get up and could only flail her arms wildly.
"No~", "Hahaha, it'll hurt if you push any harder", my finger continued forward, she didn't dare
to push anymore, with the lubrication of her vaginal fluid, the whole finger went in smoothly into her anus, "Relax, baby", I slowly
rotated and thrust in and out, "I want to poop..." she looked dejected, pouting, I couldn't help but
laugh , "You know the consequences of looking down on me?", as I said this, I bent my finger upwards and dug, her vaginal opening was
pushed open by my finger, it was really beautiful, "Ahhh...please, brother, spare me...", looking at her
pitiful appearance, I slowly pulled out my finger. I lowered my head and sucked on her. Finally my brother got rid of the urge to ejaculate,
so the iron rod pounded into the immortal cave again, I started to thrust fiercely again, her beautiful breasts
fluctuated rapidly with my frequency, she tilted her head back, turned to the left, and cried out loudly, obviously enjoying it more than before.

I switched to a riding position and gave her the final blow, rolling over and lying down a little breathless. I'm getting old, I really
can't do it anymore …

She got up and cleaned the condom and my penis, then snuggled up beside me. "Want a cigarette?" I
nodded .

She got out of bed and lit one for herself, then handed me one.

Cigarettes are perfect for filling the emptiness after ejaculation, but back in college,
when I was with Xiao M, we never needed cigarettes, no matter how intense our games were.

Tonight, I kept thinking about Xiao M. I turned to look at Jingjing. "How old are you?" "Eighteen." "Eighteen!?"
I exclaimed. "I thought you were at least twenty." "Am I that old?" she laughed playfully. "Uh, I…"
"It's all about the vibe. Most eighteen-year-olds are a bit of a goofball. I used to be one, but you're not that goofy."
"Really? I guess I'm getting old." "When you get old, you're like me, just wanting a peaceful, uneventful life, and when people
slap you in the face, you have to put on a different face."

"Maybe, so now I don't want anything else, I just want to live for myself, I don't care what others say."

"You mean you chose this life?" "

Yes, I just want to make money, I don't care what others say

." Young man, even my richest life experience can't compare to your own choices. Life should be your own choice,
shouldn't it? How many brave choices have I made in my life? It seems the courage to choose my own path has never truly
arisen within me. I've managed to get by a little bit through connections, luck, and time, but
the courage I had in that moment of making a choice—all of my life combined—is less than that of the quiet girl in front of me.

"Stop talking about those stupid questions. Do you know why I called you today?" "Why?" I threw away my
cigarette, pulled her close, and pressed her breasts against me. "Because you have short hair. I'm a short hair fetishist." "Haha,
with that fetish of yours, you won't like me anymore when my hair grows long, right?" "Yeah, that's right."

"Wow, what other weird fetishes do you have?"

"Well, I have a lot of fetishes, like liking left-handed people." "That's me." She reached out and stroked my
penis with her left hand.

I glanced at her giggling face, reached out and grabbed the back of her short hair, knelt up and faced her. She
closed her eyes and took my penis into her mouth again.

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