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I was fifteen years old then. Three relatives came to visit and would be staying for a while, so my parents gave
them my room and arranged for me to stay at a neighbor's house. I would go there every night and come back the next morning for breakfast and school.
Fortunately, it wasn't far, only a five-minute walk. I was happy that no one bothered me when I went to bed late, and everything was peaceful.

A week passed in a flash, and I started to become curious about the people living in my room. Everyone else had a
lot of room, so why weren't they staying there? Through my observation and snippets of conversation with the adults, I learned that it was a
couple 's house. The husband had been temporarily transferred to another region to support local work, and there was no one else at home. The wife was afraid to stay alone and had gone to her parents' house
. The house was empty, and her friend had told me that Dr. Liu (my mother) was visiting and wanted the child to stay temporarily, so
they gave me the key without any trouble.

The summer weather was very hot, and my mother wouldn't let me turn on their fan. Fortunately, I slept on the exercise bed in the living room,
with the windows open for ventilation. I was shirtless, wearing only my underwear, so it was relatively cool.

I usually enjoyed sports and fell asleep as soon as I lay down, so I didn't care about the conditions. But my good fortune didn't last long, and something
finally happened that kept me up all night.

One night, I was exhausted from playing soccer all day, so I washed up and went to bed early. I vaguely heard the door open,
the sound of a key turning in the lock, and I instinctively turned on the light. I sat up, still half-asleep, and saw a woman with a surprised expression. I thought I recognized
her from a photo hanging in her house. She asked suspiciously, "You?"

I wasn't fully awake, but I instinctively knew what was going on. "Auntie, my mom told me to sleep here .
"

She seemed to understand, but still muttered under her breath, "I thought it was just a little one? Oh, ah,
ah, you go to sleep. I'm just changing clothes, I'll be gone in a bit."

I was still groggy, but I saw her face was flushed, and she looked flustered. I forgot
what I mumbled and lay back down.

Oh, I forgot to mention, although I'm only fifteen, I'm already 1.8 meters tall. I enjoy sports and have a pretty
strong physique, which often makes the girls in my class envious. They often like to chat me up, but I'm not very perceptive and
quite shy. Maybe it's because I'm muscular but simple-minded.

Unlike me now… I'm getting off-topic, haha. She had only heard that Dr. Liu's child lived there, but she didn't expect him
to be such a big guy, wearing only a pair of briefs. By the way, I wear tight briefs,
the kind you wear under athletic shorts.

Since I was little, relatives have always said my penis is big and they always joke about it with me. I was always embarrassed. Even when I wore athletic
shorts, I had to wear tight briefs underneath, but it was still a big bulge, especially on the sports field, which
bothered me for a while.

It was only later, when I got together with a girl, that I realized girls like big bulges before they understand things, it's just
curiosity. They're just afraid to see the real thing. They only like the real thing when they grow up.

The woman I called "Auntie" was an experienced woman; I guessed she was under thirty. Of course, she knew
what was inside that bulging bag. I didn't see clearly if she looked, but she certainly did. It turned out she was
attracted not only to my figure but, more importantly, to the contents of my bag. Having seen it by chance, there was no
reason she wouldn't blush.

If she had just taken the clothes and left, nothing would have happened. If she hadn't been curious, nothing would have occurred. If she
hadn't been even slightly aroused, none of this would have happened.

The wardrobe was in the living room, diagonally opposite my folding bed. She went into the inner room, put down her things, changed into casual clothes to cool off, went to the wardrobe to get something, and turned back to mutter softly, almost to herself, " Why don't you turn on the fan
in this heat ?" I reflexively replied, "My mom won't let me." "This Dr. Liu," she said, wiping the sweat from my body, casually turning on the fan, setting it to the lowest setting, and adjusting the oscillation. I glanced at her groggily and said thank you, Auntie. This glance was a disaster. She was only wearing a thin, short vest, her breasts bouncing with her movements, peeking out from under her neckline and shoulders, her nipples clearly visible against the back of the vest. Her shorts were form-fitting, her slender figure and other alluring features swaying before my eyes. I immediately felt aroused, a clear swelling within me, my underwear becoming an obstacle. I dared not move, closing my eyes, feeling like a scoundrel in my youthful innocence. She then walked to my bedside, reaching out to test the airflow, touching my body to see if I was cold. A fragrant breeze, soft hands, and the changes already occurring within me sent a shiver through me. Her hand trembled slightly too. "Are you cold?" "Just right." I pretended to be exhausted, muttering as I rolled over, covering my erect penis with my legs. I was incredibly embarrassed. Just moments before, I had been lying with one leg straight and the other bent, my face turned towards . Although I couldn't see it, I knew my penis was erect. Based on past experience, its erection would inevitably cause my testicles to peek out from under my underwear. Rolling over and covering the source of my embarrassment made me feel much better. I was so sleepy just moments ago, but where did that sleepiness go? I fell asleep as soon as I lay down at eight o'clock, probably within forty or fifty minutes. Now, my eyes are half-closed, but something keeps moving in front of me, preventing me from falling asleep . At school, I didn't like girls with big breasts. Honestly, their development made me embarrassed to face them. Maybe I was just clueless back then. Now, these are the most real breasts I've seen since I was little, except for the ones I saw my mother's breasts. Of course, I haven't seen any fully exposed ones yet, but this is enough to give me a physical reaction that makes me feel ashamed . Damn it, what a pervert! Don't think like that! I really hope she leaves quickly so I can masturbate and go to sleep. By the way , I'm quite well-developed. I learned to masturbate with my classmates when I was fourteen, and soon after, I had my first nocturnal emission. Occasionally, I can't help but do it; it feels good, but I feel a little guilty. Auntie, please leave quickly so I can sleep! She turned off the main living room light, only turning on the floor lamp under my feet. For some reason, she paused for a moment, didn't leave, but went into the bathroom, turned on the water, and took a shower. The sound of the water was so loud! I can't masturbate now; the bathroom door is facing my feet. If someone sees me halfway through, I'm doomed. So annoying! Actually, it didn't take long, maybe five or ten minutes. After she finished washing, I heard the sound of slippers gently approaching my feet. She was drying her hair, and the occasional water droplets splashed on my feet, feeling cool. She asked softly, "Is the fan cool?" Unlike before, I was very clear-headed now, so I refrained from answering, just hoping she would finish quickly and leave.

She stopped drying her hair. I guessed she was scrutinizing me while listening to my breathing to see if I was really
asleep . When I was at home, the school required us to take a nap, and I always secretly read books. Sometimes my mother would come to my room to
check, and I had developed a skill: pretending to be asleep was more convincing than actually sleeping. Even breathing, appropriately heavy
breathing, a relaxed facial expression—I bet she was sure I was asleep.

After listening for a while, she touched and nudged my legs, raising her voice to ask, "Is it too cold?"

I still didn't answer, but I felt like she didn't want me to really wake up. What was she going to do? Actually,
I didn't think about what she was going to do, but my unruly little brother reflexively started to swell. Of course, I dared not
answer , and I dared not move. If I got up, it would definitely expose that high tent. I didn't want to make things even more embarrassing for
me. She would tell everyone that Dr. Liu's child was a hooligan!

She dried her hair right next to my feet. It took a long time. Luckily, I was good at it, or I wouldn't have been able to hold on.

After a while, she changed her towel and continued standing by my feet, wiping and wiping. I guess she finished drying her hair, combed it
, and tied it up. There was no mirror there, so why was she standing there? Oh, she must be watching me!

Knowing that being seen in just my underwear was really uncomfortable, it felt like tiny bugs were crawling all over me. I almost
couldn't resist turning over. She seemed to rub her hands together vigorously, then touched my calves while whispering, "
Is the fan cool?"

Seeing I didn't react, she started touching my thighs. It really felt nice; I'd never been touched like that before.

I secretly enjoyed the soft caress of her hands, feeling relaxed, and naturally, my feigned sleep became even more convincing. My breathing became even
and slightly heavier, indicating I was even more asleep. She started touching my buttocks exposed outside my underwear. I didn't feel
particularly good, but I wasn't uncomfortable or disgusted either. I thought she was being indecent, but since I felt okay, I let
her touch me.

But when her soft hand touched my butt crack, I suddenly felt incredibly
embarrassed . Her soft hand directly touched one of my testicles, grasping it lightly. Ah!

I had turned to the side to cover my erection, but because my
penis was almost exposed, and my legs were positioned too far forward, it rolled out from under my pants and was now completely visible. The floor lamp beside my feet made
it even clearer. Oh dear, so she had been standing behind me, rubbing her head, admiring my testicles the whole time!
How embarrassing! But it felt really good to be touched like that, and I wanted her to touch me.

After a while, she wasn't satisfied. First, she kissed my thigh—it tickled so much I resisted. Then she seemed to
smell my testicles. Because some hair was stuck to my leg, I barely managed to hold back. Her face pressed against my leg,
perhaps attracted by my large, immature genitals, she couldn't resist kissing my testicles. I almost cried out
; it was so ticklish! When she licked them with her tongue, I finally couldn't hold back anymore.

I moved my leg slightly, breathing heavily with a snoring sound in my sleep, chewing something, then turned over to
face up, scratching my itchy testicles, and continued breathing evenly.

She was startled and quickly stood up, her voice trembling as she asked, "Is the fan cool?" I
didn't .

Honestly, I was afraid that if I really woke up, she would be embarrassed to continue, which would be such a disappointment. I really hoped she would continue touching me,
just not tickle me; besides, since I was turned over, I wanted her to touch my other parts too. I'm not
embarrassed . Anyway, I'm asleep and don't know anything. It's just nice to pretend I don't know and enjoy it.
Later, after gaining experience, I tried this method myself, and it felt great. I want to hear about it later.

She tensed up a bit, after all, she was playing with the genitals of an underage boy. Seeing that I really didn't
react , she probably heard that fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys sleep like dead pigs, so she sat down at my feet and touched my
still exposed testicles. Then she reached into my bulging underwear and gently squeezed my penis,
pressing .

With her other hand, she moved aside the front of my underwear, which was already too big to cover, and exposed my penis completely. My
penis was standing straight up. I think I heard her mutter involuntarily, "Goodness!" She then gently
reached in and released my other testicle. She gently moved one of my slightly curled legs apart, sat between my legs, and held both of my testicles with both hands. She slowly pulled back the remaining foreskin with her fingers, exposing
my glans completely. My foreskin is a bit long, but when I erect, it doesn't pull. The glans is exposed and feels cool. As she squeezes and kneads it, I feel my penis getting engorged with blood, and my glans swelling. If I were to exert force with my hips at this moment, I could really ejaculate right away. But my legs are spread apart and bent, and besides, I don't dare to exert force. It would be embarrassing if I ejaculated. I want to enjoy it slowly. She touches and kneads, but she doesn't touch my glans. It's really uncomfortable to see it swollen. I really want her to gently squeeze my glans too. She's just playing with my penis and testicles, letting the glans get engorged with blood at will. I feel her lower her head to smell my glans. Some hair touches my penis. I just washed it, so I don't know if it's clean or not. She seems to have learned her lesson from almost waking me up by licking my testicles. She doesn't lick my glans, but just kneads it harder and harder. I vaguely feel that she keeps looking at my facial reactions, because every time she moves her face, stray hairs brush against my penis and glans. Seeing that I remained sound asleep despite all the commotion, she finally decided to take my glans into her mouth. Ah, what was she doing?! But it was great. After taking it in, she didn't move, but continued to vigorously rub my testicles and penis, applying increasingly . This was an experience I had never had before; I desperately wanted her to move, because that would completely break me. Then she released me, her hands relaxing, and gently played with my penis very close to my glans , as if examining it. After a while, she embraced my testicles and penis, then took my glans into her mouth again, pressing it tightly, and then released it. I was completely overwhelmed by her actions; all the blood in my body had rushed to my penis, concentrating on my glans. I had no choice but to repeat the same trick, whispering in my sleep and shifting my body slightly, still pretending not to know anything. But I adjusted to a more comfortable position. This time she wasn't afraid. Her hands didn't leave my penis and testicles, and she didn't get up. She probably believed I wouldn't wake up. Actually, I really wanted to use some force when she was sucking my glans. I was sure I would ejaculate in her mouth. Now I don't know how to end it. If this continues, she'll probably kill me. I need to vent. I can't take it anymore.

When she took my glans into her mouth again, applying pressure and sucking harder, I couldn't help but
shudder slightly from her gentleness. My legs and buttocks involuntarily tensed up a little, and my semen
gushed out in a torrent. I felt incredibly good, yet still a little scared.

To my utter surprise, she only showed a moment of surprise, without pulling away. Her mouth didn't leave my glans, and
her hands still held my testicles and penis. My buttocks trembled reflexively, but she remained in one position,
accepting it. I continued to pretend that I was ejaculating in a dream, feeling the warmth, comfort, and fresh stimulation.

I couldn't help but feel restless; I felt like I was falling into a deep abyss, constantly plummeting, wanting to grab onto something, even
a straw. The trembling subsided, and finally, it was over. My penis was enveloped in warmth, still enjoying
the gentle treatment. I was still enjoying it. So I continued to pretend to be fast asleep.

To be honest, if she hadn't been holding my glans in her mouth, if I had only ejaculated, I would have definitely pretended to wake up from my dream
and released myself in her hands, making her continue to let me enjoy it. But as it sprayed from her mouth, I found it hard to face
this auntie. After all, I was only fifteen and didn't know how to handle such an awkward situation.

She waited until I calmed down completely, then gently lifted herself up, leaving the semen from her mouth on my penis and glans
. She continued to rub my penis and testicles with her semen-covered hands. It was sticky, and I wondered what else was so fun about it
. Perhaps she hadn't expected me to ejaculate?

I heard sounds coming from her mouth, as if she were savoring the young semen. When she was about to let go, my penis, which
hadn't completely shrunk, slowly grew and changed again. Having never experienced anything like it before, I still felt incredibly
comfortable. She seemed very interested and rubbed it harder, quickly making my penis even larger.

Suddenly, she rushed into the bathroom, dried her hands, and came back with a towel. Then she took my hand and held my
still erect penis, letting her do as she pleased. Suddenly, she pushed me hard and shouted, "Wake up, wake
up, what's wrong with you!"

I was startled and pretended to have just woken up. Looking at my hands covered in sticky fluid and her smiling face, I
said, "What's wrong with me?"

She laughed and said, "I heard you making noise, came over to check, and here you are. I should be
asking you!"

I pretended to be embarrassed and said, "I don't know either ." "What's wrong?"

she said. "Nothing, let me wipe it for you."

I said I could do it myself, but she firmly pushed my hand away and said, "Auntie has seen this before, it's okay for me to wipe it for you. Be good,
don't move, okay?"

So I pretended that I wasn't fully awake yet, leaning to one side, happy to let her take care of it. She gently and carefully wiped
my penis, carefully wiping the mucus off my glans, lifting my testicles again and again
, wiping every part, even lifting my legs to clean up the stuff that had dripped onto my buttocks. She even did it for my hands.
I was as obedient as a baby.

The difference was that, under her meticulous care, my penis and glans had become erect again,
the glans turning from pink to a bright red. She gently squeezed my swollen penis with affection, then weighed my
testicles in her hand, laughing and saying, "Not old, but a little devil."

I felt a little embarrassed, as if she were praising my penis, but also as if she already knew I was pretending to be asleep. I
quickly begged her, "Please, don't tell my mom."

She laughed and said, "Of course, this is our little secret, and you mustn't tell
anyone else, but you have to promise me one thing."

I quickly said, "Okay, okay, I promise."

She smiled. Looking into my eyes, she said, "From now on, you have to listen to Auntie. Do whatever I tell you to do,
okay ?"

I quickly replied, "Anything." Secretly, I was overjoyed. "Great! Go wash up first,
and then Auntie will teach you a fun activity that's both comfortable and enjoyable." "Okay, I'll listen to Auntie."

In the bathroom, facing each other were two naked women. It was the first time I'd seen women so naked. Full breasts,
round buttocks, and a dark, triangular patch of pubic hair between their legs, covering their most private parts. I felt a little
confused and at a loss. I didn't know where to put my hands—should I cover my throbbing member? It seemed wrong to cover it
.

Auntie wasn't covering herself either; actually, I only needed to wash one area. How could I
wash my manhood in front of a woman?

The auntie was very happy to see me like this. She grabbed the head of the lotus flower with one hand and
lifted my
penis with the other, rinsing it with water and then applying shower gel. She carefully washed each part, teasing my testicles and gently stroking my glans, not even missing the coronal sulcus. She would occasionally stroke my penis. When she rinsed it clean again, my glans
and penis were swollen and pink, with faintly visible tortuous veins on my penis, throbbing from time to time.

"What a nice thing, big and tender. Has a woman ever played with it?" I quickly shook my head, "No." "

Does it feel good when Auntie touches it?" I nodded again, "Yes."

"How good?" "Extremely good."

I stood while she sat on the stool and washed me, my glans and penis dangling in front of her. Actually, it
could have been washed in a minute, but she gently massaged and squeezed every part of me, rinsing carefully. Later, when I had
more experience , I realized that she probably wanted me to recover before doing the next activity.

I let her do as she pleased, enjoying the moment, my eyes glued to her swaying breasts, especially
the two pink nipples on either side. I longed to touch them, but lacked the courage. Seeing my
flushed face and averted eyes, she smiled, cupping her breasts slightly. "Come on, help Auntie wash them
," she said.

Holding the showerhead in one hand, she rinsed her own breasts, while the other hand grasped my penis, encouraging me. I carefully held
one breast; it was soft, smooth, and elastic. One hand couldn't hold it all; it playfully slid around, so I had to use both hands,
hesitant to apply pressure.

With Auntie's indulgence, I began applying shower gel, rubbing vigorously, sliding it up and down. Ah, my palms
were burning, itchy, and my penis was swelling—it was such a wonderful sensation.

Every time my hand slid over her swollen pink nipples, Auntie would gasp. When I rubbed her clitoris with
two fingers dipped in bath soap, she would involuntarily let out a soft moan, gripping my penis
and kneading it forcefully, pulling it towards her crotch.

I knew this was approval, so I intensified my playful caresses, saying, "So good, you naughty boy, how do you know..."
"What?" Actually, the cooperation between men and women in love is mostly about understanding. There are unspoken messages between them, and you only become sensitive to them if you pay
close attention.

"Okay, no, I'm not doing that anymore." The aunt said, rinsing
off stood on one leg, the other on a stool,
rinsing with one hand and reaching deep into my pubic area with the other to wash it. She looked up at me, and I looked at her questioningly.
"Do you need me?"

"In a bit. You don't understand yet. I'll teach you before you come." I, who hadn't yet developed sexual awareness, didn't have
the desire to wash that area for her. I just occasionally touched her swaying breasts. "Don't move, or
it wo n't get clean." "I stood there obediently, wondering what this had to do with what was below.

She took a towel, gave me another, and then helped me wipe my body. After a few strokes, I understood and started wiping
her whole body with more effort, focusing on her breasts. But when wiping her nipples, the auntie said to be gentle, 'Like this.
'
She took the towel, carefully lifted my penis, making my glans face upwards, and gently and carefully wiped it clean, not even missing the coronal sulcus at the edge of
the glans . I also learned to carefully clean her two nipples. She pulled at
my penis, and the two naked people entered the bedroom.

She pushed me to sit on the bed with the towel blanket, turned on the wall lamp opposite the foot of the bed, turned off the window lamp, and got on the bed.
My hands involuntarily played with her constantly bouncing breasts. At this moment, the two treasures obediently changed
shape repeatedly in my hands. She slapped my hand and grabbed my penis, 'Have you ever seen a girl's?'

I honestly shook my head, 'Come here.' She leaned against the headboard, spread her legs, and gestured for me to lie between her legs.
I thought to myself, 'Is she going to eat it?'" "Back then, I didn't have that desire.

Actually, she didn't ask me to do anything; she was just showing me her genitals. It was the first time I'd seen a woman's
mysterious place so close. I'd seen little girls' before, a bit swollen, just a small slit.
Now it was open, a mature woman's. The bedside lamp illuminated it clearly, showing its tender, wet appearance.

I thought Auntie wouldn't object to me touching it, but I really didn't know where to touch. She guided my hand,
telling me that the thick ones were the labia majora, the thin ones were the labia minora, this was the clitoris, just like your glans, you can't
touch it too hard, that's the vaginal opening, your penis can enter from here, aren't there small, tender flesh around there
?" It's a remnant of the hymen. A virgin is whole. It will hurt a little the first time your penis goes in. You should be
more considerate .

As she spoke, she let me touch various parts. I curiously fiddled with them. To be honest, I didn't think her thing
was pretty . Of course, I had no experience comparing it to others; I was just playing around out of curiosity.

Sometimes, due to stimulation, she would tense up, and her vaginal opening would contract. I found it quite interesting. But just a little while
later , a clear liquid flowed out of her vaginal opening with the contraction. I thought she was
ejaculating like me. The aunt wiped it and laughed: "You little devil, that's lubricant to receive your penis. The
more you have, the more you want it, and it will flow out involuntarily."

To please her, I put a little on my penis, pinched it with my fingers, and it wasn't very sticky, just slippery. She laughed,
wiped my hand with a small towel, and pulled me up. I felt like I was about to do something very important, and I was a little nervous, but she
smiled and said to me: "You don't like it there yet, do you? You'll love it to death later." "

Later it turned out she was right. At the time, I thought she was really experienced, which still surprises me. She
was only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old then, where did she learn that? It's unbelievable.

She made me kneel and straddle one of her legs, rubbing and fondling her breasts, letting me play with them as I pleased. 'Lick it,'
'Eat it,' 'Suck on it,' 'Take a big bite.' One of her hands was more like
kneading her own breast than supporting mine, while the other hand never left my penis, constantly playing with it.

I was sucking on her breasts, even though there was no milk, I was enjoying it immensely, gradually getting into the swing of things. Sometimes I took big bites, sometimes
small bites, sometimes licking, sometimes sucking. She, on the other hand, twisted her upper body and buttocks back and forth, her legs constantly rubbing against the sheets.
At this point, my penis was also hard, and my glans swelled."

“Come on,” she said, pulling me to kneel between her bent, raised legs. She grasped my penis with her hand,
sliding it up and down and side to side at her vulva. The slippery fluid coated my glans, and accidentally brushing against her pubic hair was uncomfortable; it
made me shudder.

But thankfully, she slowly inserted my glans into her soft little hole. Her warm flesh enveloped my swollen
, sensitive area, and I couldn't help but exhale. Without being taught, my hips began to thrust, guiding my penis
deeper into her body, seemingly instinctively searching for the source of pleasure. Her hand didn't leave my penis; her mouth was half-
open. “Yours is a bit big, go slowly.”

After slowly penetrating halfway, she seemed to think it was alright, releasing her hand and hugging me tightly. I couldn't wait
to thrust all the way in. She cried out, “Gently,” then trembled and flinched, freezing in place. I quickly loosened my grip
a little, not daring to move again.

A few seconds later, she breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed my neck with one hand, and kissed my trembling face.
“Okay, come on, baby!” "Only then did I truly realize that my penis was completely inside her vagina,
surrounded by her burning body heat. It was a completely different feeling compared to when it was in her mouth earlier. If I hadn't already released my
pent-up desire, I probably would have ejaculated prematurely.

Looking at her flushed face, her hazy eyes, her slightly open mouth, and her lips that she kept licking with her tongue
, I instinctively kissed her lips. She extended her tongue, exploring, and without hesitation, I took her tender little flesh into
my mouth , making up for the lingering sensation of sucking her nipples earlier.

She moved her tongue restlessly, teasing me. When my tongue followed hers into her mouth, she seemed to
have caught her prey, immediately taking my..." Her tongue, as if afraid of escaping, gently sucked and nibbled, then offered itself to me to
eat. I liked it; perhaps it was because I was eating her from above, and she was eating me from below—it was just right. Otherwise, if it were always her eating, she'd be
having too much fun.

She didn't need much instruction on the other basic movements; I quickly learned to thrust back and forth. Each time I reached the end, I had to be gentle
, afraid of hurting her and making her stop. I gradually became more skilled, and she began to move with me.
When I thrust inward, she would meet my movement by lifting her hips and pressing against me; when I pulled away, she would retract slightly, so my
thrusting motion wasn't large, but the distance was maximized.

From the moment the glans was sucked at the vaginal opening, it progressed to the slippery, slightly hard spot deep inside the vagina...
The crown-shaped edge slid inside her elastic vagina, initially feeling a little hot and spicy, but becoming increasingly soft and
wonderful.

Her hands first slid and kneaded my back, occasionally pulling me closer and kissing my mouth. Later, she simply
supported my buttocks, directing my rhythm, her mouth babbling incoherently, "Does it smell good?" "Is it good?" "Do you want it?"
"Come on," and other nonsense.

At first, I answered, but later, realizing that I could say anything, I involuntarily started moaning
along . We both moaned and panted, releasing our feelings without any specific content, slowly feeling
as if we were gradually becoming one, working in perfect harmony.

After a while, I felt my blood rushing, a surge of exhilarating pleasure rising within me. Without
being directed , I quickened my movements, increased the force, and thrust hard into the deepest part of her body, rubbing our pubic
hair together. "I want it!" "Eat!" she cried incessantly. I felt something rising within me, about to break through something,
growing and growing.

Suddenly time stopped. All sound went out. My boiling blood rushed
to my lower body, leaving only my penis and glans as a last line of defense. My penis gave up, my glans
couldn't hold on any longer .

I thrust deep into her body, and at that slightly hard end, I erupted, released—I don't know if
it was blood or something else, but it felt like all the energy in my body was spraying out from a small hole. The surrounding
world was empty, nothing, no light, no sound, only my violent, relentless trembling,
each thrust draining my fluids…

She shuddered, clinging tightly to my buttocks. Just as I was regaining some
sensation after several thrusts, she trembled, her body contracting violently. Her buttocks didn't move much, but they
trembled , growing larger and larger. Her vulva pressed against the base of my penis and pubic hair, her vagina contracting violently, sucking at
my penis, devouring my glans.

She lasted longer than me, so much so that even though I had stopped throbbing, the contractions of her vagina
made me throb uncontrollably. The throbbing of my penis, in turn, stimulated her, causing her body to tremble violently.
She mumbled incoherently, "No," "Don't," her buttocks instinctively trying to pull away, but her hands still gripped my buttocks tightly.

The energy was released, and the world calmed down. I rested my elbows on her shoulders, my chest pressing against her breasts,
one hand under her neck, the other touching her face. My head was tilted near her ear, listening to her gradually
calming breathing. My abdomen slumped against her body, my glans still greedily inside her vagina. Her
face was turned towards my hand, flushed, her eyes closed, her hands limply hanging at her sides, her legs bent and limp
on either side of mine.

A moment later, she seemed to shudder, and a surge of heat flowed out of her vagina. My glans was squeezed and
slid outwards, which was quite amusing. I didn't pay much attention to it, but when my glans slid out of the vaginal opening, the elastic vaginal opening
slid past the coronal sulcus of my glans, and I was so stimulated that I involuntarily shuddered.

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