Charming Xinjiang girl

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A Charming Girl from Xinjiang

One summer day, as usual, I went to Green Lake Park, a book in hand, and strolled along the tree-lined path that led through the lake. On both sides of the path, amidst the green water and weeping willows, many elderly men and women were doing their morning exercises. In the bustling crowd, a white figure caught my eye.

It was a girl with a slender figure, wearing a white silk coat. Her slightly curly, shoulder-length hair exuded a leisurely charm. Her bright eyes met mine on her rosy, oval face, and I couldn't help but feel a shiver run through me. Before we passed each other, we had been drawn to each other's gazes. When she walked up behind me, bringing a fragrant breeze, I couldn't help but stop and turn around. Unexpectedly, she was also turning back to give me a flirtatious look. Our eyes met, and she immediately turned her head away shyly. In the short distance she walked away from me, she frequently turned back to look at me. I was overjoyed and immediately followed her, keeping a considerable distance. Because I wasn't sure if she was out with her family, and if she was, especially if she had a husband, I knew I'd have little chance of getting close to her. I followed her around for a while, but didn't see who she was meeting. By then, she wasn't looking back anymore; since I was far away, she probably thought I was just a passerby she'd exchanged glances with and wouldn't appear before her again.

Later, I noticed her sitting near the children's playground, watching the children play. My chance had come! I quickly hid my watch, slowly walked around to her side, and asked with a smile, "Excuse me, what time is it?" She smiled brightly at me, glanced at her watch, and told me the time. Her Mandarin was excellent; I could tell she had a regional accent, so I asked where she was from, if she was a tourist, etc. She told me she was from Xinjiang, visiting relatives and looking for work. I took the opportunity to sit next to her and introduced her to the local tourist attractions. Even though we were very close, she didn't seem to mind. I felt I had a chance, so I invited her to a nearby scenic spot. She smiled trustingly at me, and we walked out of Green Lake Park together.

The bus was crowded, and we stood facing each other, our bodies almost touching. Her high nipples occasionally brushed against my chest, and I smelled the fragrance of her hair. My hard penis wanted to press against her thigh several times, but I restrained myself. We chatted about each other, and she said her surname was Liu, she was 28 years old, and she wasn't married yet. Although she was very beautiful, with fair skin and rosy cheeks, seeing the slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes when she smiled, I thought her age must be true. A surge of excitement welled up inside me: a year older than me, wasn't she the mature woman I longed for? When we arrived at the park, we sat down in a pavilion and talked about all sorts of things, like Xinjiang lamb skewers and other local customs. I noticed a dense grove of trees not far from the pavilion, with grass beneath it—this was the environment I needed! So I invited her to walk with me. We left the pavilion very close together. Halfway there, I put my arm around her waist. She didn't pull away, but instead turned her head shyly and asked, "Do all men like this?" I told her I only did this with women I loved, and she didn't say anything more. We walked into the grove of trees together. As soon as

we sat down in a secluded spot, I immediately hugged her tightly and kissed her red lips. "Mmm, mmm, mmm..." she tried to say something, but my lips were sealed, and she could only let out a soft moan. Her breath smelled of garlic, a typical northern Chinese odor, but I didn't dislike it. My tongue explored her mouth, while one hand caressed her flushed face, her delicate neck, and her soft hair. She closed her eyes, wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, and passionately responded, rhythmically sucking on my tongue as it penetrated her mouth. Lost in the deep kiss, my hands began to move downwards, gently kneading her breasts through her clothes. Because of the bra, the feel wasn't ideal, so I slipped my hand inside her clothes, ripped off the bra, and directly grasped her firm, though not full, breasts. She quickly pulled away from the kiss, playfully complaining, "Look at you, you've ruined my clothes!" I didn't care, pressing her face down onto my lap, lifting her outer garment, and facing her exposed, white breasts, I immediately took one nipple into my mouth. At the same time, my other hand rapidly kneaded her other breast, my fingers gently pinching and twisting her brown nipple. My large penis pressed powerfully against her back. "Ah! Ah!" she began to pant. While suckling her breast, I started to caress her thighs, first the soft outer side, then moving my hand to the inner side... I moved my hand between her legs, between her thighs, and passionately kneaded her swollen vulva. "Ah! Ah!" She tried to push my hand away, but she seemed powerless. Touching her vulva, I felt her crotch gradually becoming wet. Without any resistance, I unbuckled her belt and reached directly into her panties. Her pubic hair was thick and abundant. My hand reached over the pubic hair and directly onto her sticky, wet labia. Effortlessly, one finger slipped into her vagina. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" She moaned as my finger moved in and out. Afraid that others would hear, I quickly kissed her, silencing her. Then, I inserted two more fingers into her vagina. "Mmm! Mmm! Mmm..." She let out a moan from her throat, clinging tightly to me, her lower body convulsing. Seeing that no one was around, I first pulled out my erect penis, then yanked her pants down to her thighs. She struggled to push me away, saying, "No, this won't do..." and climbed out of my arms. I pounced on her from behind, pinning her to her knees. Before she could even pull up her pants, my huge penis was aimed at her vaginal opening between her buttocks, and I thrust it in with a bang. She cried out, "Ah!" and collapsed onto the grass. I was on top of her, my huge penis thrusting violently in and out of her vagina. "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" She groaned, pulling at the grass roots, under my wild violence. Her once beautiful black hair was now a mess, scattered all over her head. I kept thrusting from behind her, my huge penis pounding violently in her vagina. I kissed her neck and ears while I put my hands on her chest, squeezing and kneading her breasts hard. "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" She couldn't move under my pressure, only breathing heavily and groaning softly. Suddenly, I felt a surge of heat coursing through my body. I gripped her nipples tightly, using all my strength to press my large penis against her vaginal opening. Amidst her cries of "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!", my semen, like a wild horse unleashed, sprayed into her vagina with each rhythmic thrust of my penis. At the same time, I lay on top of her, my senses blurred, while she lay limp and powerless, letting me press down on her. After what seemed like an eternity, I heard her soft cry, "Get up! You're making me feel so uncomfortable!" I quickly got up, and saw her take a stack of tissues from her bag. I snatched the tissues from her, saying, "Let me help you wipe." She blushed and repeatedly said no, but I had already parted her legs. My thick, pale white semen had already flowed from her vaginal opening into her buttocks.

After pulling up our pants, we embraced and rested. As I caressed her breasts and kissed her face, I said, "Can I call you 'sister'?" She glanced at me and said, "Who acts like siblings?" I laughed and said, "You'll be my 'sister' then." She nestled in my arms and said gently, "You're so naughty."

We lingered like that for most of the day. She asked if I had a girlfriend, and I said yes (actually, I was married). She sighed and said, "I won't ruin your relationship. Let's not see each other again." How could I give up such a gentle woman? I said, "Let's keep in touch. You can always be my 'sister'." She reluctantly agreed. On the way back, she noticed a button was missing from my clothes. She told me to go to a shop, buy a new button, and use the shop's needle and thread to fix it for me. Then she bent down and bit the thread off my chest with her teeth.

I walked her all the way to the entrance of a small alley where she lived. She refused to let me walk her any further. We agreed to meet the next day, but she didn't show up at the appointed time. I thought, in this life, she will only exist in my dreams.

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