A separation before the wedding

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She said she was getting married soon and wanted to see me one last time to say goodbye.
We both knew it was a pretense;
the real purpose was to have sex. That night, we went to the Qinhuai River. I told her she really had the air of a courtesan. After getting off the subway, I suggested we take a shared bike or a taxi, but she refused because her butt hurt from my spanking. I had no choice but to walk her back to the hotel. We walked arm in arm, and to others, we really looked like a couple, but we were just friends. I bought birth control pills and went back to the hotel. Opening the door, I couldn't wait and took off her clothes. As compensation, I caressed every inch of her skin, burying my face between her legs, exploring her slightly salty vulva with my tongue. I made slurping sounds, and she twisted her waist, trying to escape. I could feel the strength of her desire in the tension of the sheets. I pulled her waist down tightly, pushing my tongue even deeper. My nose kept rubbing against her clitoris. The sheets were soaked; I didn't know if it was my saliva or her vaginal fluid. I spread it evenly with my hands, then pulled down my underwear. She knowingly grabbed my already rock-hard penis, swallowed it whole, and held it tightly with her lips. She slid back and forth almost frantically, the lower part of my penis moving along her soft tongue. She turned her head, feeling the veins on my throbbing penis with her lips, as if worshipping a divine object that bestowed pleasure upon her. Her nimble tongue roamed along the lower part of my penis, her lips rubbing against the shaft, from swallowing to holding it, then stroking the glans with the flesh inside her lips. I could feel the fluid flowing from the tip of the glans, and this fluid became the lubricant for the next blissful moment. She spread it with her fingers, sliding her fingertips over the glans, while her face rubbed against the shaft. I could no longer resist, grabbed her legs, spread them apart, aligned myself, and thrust all the way in. I didn't rush to thrust, but instead inserted myself tightly to the bottom. I held her tightly, her breasts pressed against my chest, I wrapped my arms around her body and held her tightly as well as her hands and legs. I stood still, pressing down hard, kissing and licking her. I said, "Is it deep enough? Can you feel it?" She said, "It's so big." I silently began thrusting, each time reaching the bottom, I would hold the position and thrust down again, my hips moving rhythmically, and she moaned incessantly. I said, "This is the last time, okay, baby? You're getting married, I wish you happiness, missing you would be my loss." She didn't speak, but I saw tears in the corners of her eyes. I kissed her; they tasted salty. I thrust even harder.

Perhaps because I didn't want to see her crying face, I turned her around and, taking advantage of her vaginal fluids, inserted myself. She moved on her own, saying it was too deep and she wanted to pee. I said, "Baby, that's fine," and stopped. But then she grabbed my penis and pushed it in again. The second time I penetrated, she cried out again, and then her body sank onto the bed. I said, "If it's not good, let's change positions." She said, "No, I want all of yours." So she arched her back again. It was probably too deep; she couldn't take it. Normally, I might have found it amusing and mischievously sped up, or made her wear high heels. But I didn't want to. Maybe this really was the last time. I didn't know whether to regret losing such a fuck buddy or be happy to end this relationship. It wasn't slow, nor was it intense, but it was very forceful. I went all the way in each time, then paused, feeling the suction of her vagina. The feeling of being enveloped by tender flesh was indescribable. I saw the tender flesh being pulled out when I pulled out, and then returning to its original position when I thrust in. I heard her moans, a mixture of pleasure and pain. I continued to thrust forcefully.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated. She ignored it. I saw it was her fiancé; that name, she had mentioned before. The phone went out. The phone lit up again, still that name. Three times. "Answer it," I said, looking at her. "Okay." I knew the plot of the movie; the male lead would thrust violently at this moment, while the female lead would suppress her moans, even telling a lie about running to catch the bus. But I didn't want to ruin a girl's future. I was inside her, thrusting in and out about every five or six seconds, lying on her chest, listening to their conversation. Emotionless words. But isn't that how most marriages end up? I don't know what persuasive power that cold, detached longing has; she responded to his concerns in a perfunctory manner. They talked about renovating the house after his business trip. "Yeah, that's it, be careful." She pressed the red button and tossed the phone aside. I sped up, ejaculating deeply inside her at the very end. We didn't separate for a long time.

"The second time, and the last time, that's it." "Yeah." "Take care." "Okay." I held her until the sun was shining on my face the next day.

Later, we postponed our departure by a day, visiting Yanziji, Qixia Temple, and the museum, taking the ferry, and eating at Nanjing Da Pai Dang. Ancient restaurants are so expensive, so we booked a chain. Naturally, we didn't do it again, but I was given oral sex again. However, that night was so intense that even after I'd finished, it didn't seem to want to get hard again.

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