Internet Passion

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I've met many online friends, but one girl, Xiao Pan, left a deep impression on me. She was a university student, and we met through QQ.
I have a habit of adding people from my QQ online users list late at night, because I always seem to find some unexpected surprises and discoveries, so I never tire of it.
That day, I was browsing the internet again, and casually clicked the "Search" button on QQ. After a flurry of scrolling through pages, I started searching for online friends from Liaoning. The first girl I saw was named "Happy Angel." I casually sent her a flirty message. And continued. But to my surprise, I received a reply in less than a minute—a rejection, of course, but it read: "Do you know what I want? Can you really give it to me?" Seeing an opening, I said, "Anyway, it's almost midnight, wouldn't it be nice for two bored people to chat?" About 10 minutes later, I received a "accept" message, and thus began the long-awaited journey of attraction.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries and tentative advances, we got down to business. I knew she was a girl with a strong sexual appetite. Of course, she had no shortage of suitors, but she felt they were all unworthy of her and, for some reason, she wasn't interested. So I suggested she try dating a complete stranger. Her answer shocked me. She said she only dated people she met online, and almost always a different person. "
The opportunity has arrived!" Although I wasn't a fan of "popular girls," this was the first time I'd encountered such a unique girl. So I invited her out, and after much pleading, she agreed to meet me at the movie theater on the weekend, and we'd talk about it later.
The weekend finally arrived. Although our date was in the afternoon, I started preparing early in the morning, tidying up my apartment, taking a shower, and ironing. After everything was ready, I received a call from her. She was in a bad mood, which was a good thing for me; she was coming directly to my place. I was so happy I almost fainted. I gave her my address and went downstairs to meet her. I stood at the door for about 20 minutes when a red Santana came into view, and then—it turned and disappeared into the distance. My feelings at that moment were indescribable. As I kept my gaze fixed on the intersection, I heard a slight panting behind me. Wondering who was playing a prank on me, I whirled around and bumped into a beautiful girl in a red dress. As I frantically searched my memory for a name that matched her appearance, she spoke: "You're the Godfather? I didn't realize. You're not as fierce as I imagined." I immediately guessed that she was the "Happy Angel" I had been eagerly anticipating.
After confirming her identity, I began to scrutinize her closely: pigtails, an oval face, a small nose, and a cute little white tooth peeking out from beside her sexy lips. Because she wore glasses, I couldn't see her eyes. But her vibrant red dress, from head to toe, left a deep impression, as did her slender figure, which evoked a feeling of tenderness in me. Although I've seen many girls, I have to admit she was an absolute beauty.
Even though she was beautiful, I told myself that she enjoyed life, and I couldn't control her. I should act quickly and enjoy the moment. If we didn't act immediately, the phoenix would fly away. So I smiled and said, "Beautiful lady, you've come all this way, why don't you come to my room for a bit?" Her answer left me completely bewildered, "No, there's a big bad wolf in the house," followed by a bright smile. But even though she said that, her body involuntarily followed me to my house.

Once inside, she started laughing, "Oh no, oh no, I've entered the wolf's den! Will I ever get out unscathed?" I said, "As long as you're good, I guarantee you won't suffer any losses, and you'll probably have some wonderful memories, right?" "Look at you, so vain! Where's the bathroom?" "You smell good enough, why do you need to shower?" "No, you have to shower too, but you're not allowed to peek while I'm showering." "There'll be plenty of time to see later, I'm not that impatient."
She pushed me into the bedroom and then changed her clothes in the hallway. I really wanted to see what the beautiful woman looked like while changing, but since I had promised her, I had to keep my word. Otherwise, being looked down upon by the beautiful woman would be even more embarrassing than backing out at the last minute.
Suddenly, I heard her voice coming from the bathroom, and I realized: she didn't have a bathrobe! I was instantly overjoyed, and in about 20 seconds, I transformed from a gentleman to a lecher. I tiptoed to the bathroom door and casually said, "Open the door, may I have my big shirt?" Just as she opened the bathroom door without hesitation, I slipped inside. She hurriedly covered her chest and lower body with her hands. "What are you doing? No, you haven't showered yet, you can't touch me!" "I've showered, smell me if you don't believe me," I said, extending my arm. "Besides, how do I know you're just using our bathroom to shower and then running away? I won't let you get away with this!" Saying this, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her passionately. She responded cooperatively, but her hands didn't leave her breasts. To move on to the next step faster, I suddenly squatted down, frantically inhaling the fragrance of her genitals. This tactic worked; she gradually moved her hands away from her lower body. I had her lean against the wall, her legs draped over my shoulders, and began to gently perform oral sex on her. Her voice gradually became indistinct, probably saying something like, "It's dirty there, don't do that." I didn't care; this was probably the only way to get her to accept me and be with me. I licked gently, feeling her body tremble in response with each stroke. I estimated I did this for about 15 minutes, when she started stroking my face, and I sped up. Her sounds went from panting to moaning, to growling, to screaming. Finally, she relaxed completely, but I didn't stop, continuing to lick. I felt her secretions gushing from her vagina. Soon I realized my actions were wise. Because she did something I thought she would never do for me—give me oral sex.

As for her oral sex skills, I really can't compliment them, but I can understand that such a beautiful woman must have performed oral sex on a handful of men, so I forgave her.

After "enjoying" her oral sex stimulation countless times, my penis was fully erect like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. I said to her, "Shall we go to the room?" She stopped and looked at me, her expression as adorable as a submissive lamb. I helped her up, gesturing for her to wrap herself around me, which she did. But she didn't expect I was prepared. I took the opportunity to insert my penis into her wet, lubricated vagina. Caught off guard, she suddenly hugged me tightly, and most importantly, my penis experienced the most perfect baptism. I could clearly feel her vagina wrapping around my penis layer by layer, futilely resisting it, but ultimately forced to accommodate its presence. And once I was in position, the lubricant secreted from deep within her vagina provided the best compensation. This process was so wonderful that I ignored the blush blooming on her beautiful little face and her funny expression.
And so, she straddled me, and I embraced her, and we walked to the bedroom.

But I wasn't in a hurry to get to the bed. Instead, I had her lean against the wall and thrust into her vigorously… She grabbed my shoulders, moaning softly and breathing heavily. Suddenly, she yelled, "You bad guy, are you crazy? Why aren't you drawing the curtains?" "Don't worry about it. It's broad daylight. If you draw the curtains, people will think we're doing something. Besides, it's summer, it'll be too hot to keep the curtains closed." "I don't care, if you don't draw them closed, don't even think about touching me again." Saying this, she lowered her legs, trying to get off. I had no choice but to say to her, "I can draw the curtains, but you have to be gentle. Otherwise, if I hurt your 'treasure,' who will be happy?" This trick worked. She gently wrapped herself around me again, and I took advantage of her unpreparedness to thrust wildly a few more times. These thrusts made her bellies tremble and she cried out for mercy. I then gently placed her on the bed, and she quickly grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her body as fast as she could. By the time I drew the curtains, she had already armed herself like an impenetrable dumpling.
I cried out that I'd been tricked, and she absolutely refused to let me continue, saying she was tired. I was speechless. "Sex can be tiring?" I tried everything to persuade her, but to no avail. I could only sit down and chat with her. She told me she'd seen me today because she'd argued with her parents the day before and was very upset. Her parents had introduced her to a rich boy, but she said he looked like a blockhead, and the thought of spending her life with him gave her a headache. At this point, I started to carefully observe her appearance, because she had been wearing glasses before entering the room, and things had developed so rapidly afterward. So this was the first time I'd seen this "angel" who brought me pleasure so closely. I saw her eyes for the first time; they seemed big and bright. However, I... I also noticed something: when I looked at her again, focusing on her eyes, she reminded me of someone—Ning Jing! I stared at her intently, letting her talk on and on. My mind was racing. I think every boy has his own image of the perfect woman. And for me, Ning Jing was the epitome of beauty. So I began to ponder. Fate had arranged for me to meet such a beautiful girl, but could I use my abilities to keep her by my side forever?
Just then, she looked at me with captivating charm and said, "You rascal, do you still want me? If not, I might just put this on?" Her words pulled me back to reality, so I roused myself and started peeling back the layers of blankets. As I unwrapped them, I discovered her skin was incredibly smooth and flawless, without a single blemish—not even a cigarette burn or tattoo. I couldn't help but ask, "Your skin is so well-maintained! There's nothing there!" She replied in a slightly reproachful, coquettish voice, "You expect me to have a dragon on one side and a tiger on the other? Do you think I'm some kind of delinquent? My dad is also..." She stopped there, knowing there were things she didn't want me to know, so I didn't press her further. I prepared to continue my efforts. However, we'd been chatting for too long, and my "treasure" was starting to feel tiring. So I pleaded, "Could you help me?" She tentatively used her long, jade-like hand to stroke my "treasure."
She was cautious at first, but after I produced some discharge, she became bolder and even started oral sex on me. I really didn't expect her to have this skill. I felt a tingling sensation in my lower body and quickly stopped her. "You want me to ejaculate? You little rascal!" "Can't take it already? You can't even do it?" "Who taught you this? I didn't see you use it earlier." "What do you mean, 'taught'? I figured it out myself." What a genius! I couldn't help but think. But I didn't stop. I rolled over and pinned her down, hoisted her legs onto my shoulders, and thrust my penis deep inside her, eliciting a scream from her. I stopped immediately. She clutched her stomach, frowned, and said to me, "Can't you be a little gentler? It hurts! If you dislocate my uterus, I'll blame you for the rest of my life." "Although I really wanted her to be with me, I couldn't do it at the expense of her pain, could I? So I slowed down and gently thrust in and out. Gradually, her juices flowed out, and I gradually found my rhythm. We moved wildly, the bed creaking as we shook. I wanted to change positions, so I lay down on the bed and told her, 'Sit on top of me.' She was so excited that she rolled over and sat on top of me, supporting herself with her hands behind her back, thrusting her hips. My hands grasped her breasts, kneading her nipples, and she started to moan. I kept rubbing her clitoris with my right hand. We were both going crazy for each other. I could clearly feel her vagina contracting rhythmically, and my penis was reaching its limit.
Finally, with her cries, we became one.
Afterwards, she collapsed on top of me, and I gently stroked her flat back. I whispered, 'How did it feel?' 'Don't talk, please, don't talk now, just hold me.'" So I held her close, gently stroking her long hair. Soon, I felt myself drifting off to sleep.

In the morning, I was awakened by a ray of sunlight and found myself neatly covered with a blanket, while she was half-lying on me. "She'll be a good wife," I suddenly thought. So I gently stroked her long hair, kissing her forehead, cheeks, chest, breasts… She woke with a start from my kisses. Her first action was still to pull the sheets tighter! She looked at me with terror, as if I had raped her yesterday. I slowly moved closer, cupped her face, and said, "Don't be afraid, it's me." She released the sheets and hugged me tightly, as if grasping at a lifeline. Her action surprised me; it seemed she had experienced hurt before. As a man, I needed to protect the woman beside me, but all I could do now was calm her down. I said to her, "Little rascal, let's stop. I'll go make you some food. Are you hungry?" "But she said, 'I've already prepared the food and chopped the vegetables. I'll go make it, you wait for me.' I was stunned! She really seemed like the woman I had been searching for in my dreams for so long—beautiful, virtuous, mysterious, and pitiful. What a perfect wife!
I lay in bed, listening to the sizzling breakfast symphony coming from the kitchen. I felt so happy at that moment. So I got dressed and went to the kitchen, where I saw her making fried eggs. Her movements were skillful, and her expression was focused. I gently walked behind her, put my arm around her waist, and asked her, 'Why are you so good to me?' Actually, what I wanted to ask was, 'Are you this good to every man?' But for some reason, I couldn't say it. She said, 'Because you really treat me as your girlfriend, not just a tool for sexual release. And, I feel very comfortable, relaxed, and safe with you.' When she said 'safe,' she rested her head on my face, and my penis suddenly became erect again. It startled her, and she almost dropped the spatula." She blushed and said to me, "Are you trying to kill me? You're like this since you woke up, and you're still like this now. Are you an animal?" I said, "I'd be willing to be an animal for you. Ideally, we'd go to Africa, where they don't wear underwear, and we can do it anytime!" Then I started grabbing her breasts, and she hit my head with a spatula. But after a while, we realized something was wrong—there was still an egg frying in the pan! So we started a new round of rescuing the egg. But the operation was unsuccessful; the egg burned. I said I wanted to eat it, but she threw it into the trash can, saying, "Everything I make is delicious. You can't eat anything that's not delicious!" I was speechless. She was truly perfect; she was the girl of my dreams.
After breakfast, she put on her clothes and said to me, "Okay, let me go. I had a very happy day. You perfectly completed your mission. I'm very grateful to you." Then she gently kissed my forehead. I hugged her tightly: "Please don't go. I don't want you to leave." "Okay, judging by your performance, I'll give you some points. I'll give you a chance to see me again. I'll change my name when I get back and delete you. If you can add me back, then I'll see you again." "No, I don't want fate to decide when I see you. I don't want you to leave. I want to hold you hostage, for life! I want to protect you! For life!" She didn't speak, but I could sense she was crying.
"I know you have many fans, and perhaps you've been hurt a lot. But I want to protect you. Don't leave me." She took my hand and wrote a number in my palm. "This is my fixed QQ number. You can find me through this in the future. Perhaps you'll forget me soon, but I want to tell you that I'm very happy with you."
I packed up and took her home. She leaned on my shoulder the whole way. I was happy, but also heartbroken. I longed to see her again, and I wanted to use my abilities to protect her from the shadows of her life…

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