Foreign language majors are the most promiscuous (reprinted from Xiaofeng's work)

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University life was filled with endless free time. I was also a student who frequently skipped classes to sleep. So, at night, I'd become energetic, either playing games or surfing the internet, and chatting was inevitable.
I remember one weekend, there were still quite a few people in the chat room at 1 a.m. I started looking for someone to keep me company through the night. A user with the screen name "Sister" caught my attention. I've always liked mature women. Our conversation quickly escalated from talking about staying up so late to discussing sex. I'm quite good at this; I'd already slept with quite a few female netizens before, which I'll write about later. What I want to say here is that Sister and I had a great time chatting that day. She was very open, and I almost wanted to sneak out of school at 3 a.m. to meet her and have sex. Unfortunately, she lived far away, and I was a poor student at the time. We exchanged photos; as usual, I sent one of my roommates—we were both quite handsome. In the photo, she was quite voluptuous, very natural-looking, so it probably wasn't fake. I'd give her a 75 out of 100 for looks. Finally, we chatted until 6:00 PM and exchanged phone numbers, agreeing to call each other the next day (actually, that day) after I woke up so I could come over and have sex. Afterwards, I went offline and had a wonderful sleep, needless to say.
The main point:
that day, I skipped all my classes and slept until 3:00 PM, when I was woken by a phone call. Seeing it was the woman from yesterday, my heart raced, and I was wide awake. I answered the phone, and a clear voice came from the other end, asking, "Are you awake?" I said, "You woke me up." Then I asked her, "Is today convenient? I'll come over now." She said, "Then come over, let's have dinner together."
I jumped out of bed, washed up, got dressed, and went out. As I mentioned before, she lived far away, so we agreed to meet at 5:00 PM in front of the Dazhong Electronics store. I arrived there after 5:00 PM. I saw a woman in a black dress looking around blindly; I thought, "That's her." Sure enough, it was her; her lightly made-up face was prettier than in the photo. She didn't even realize the photo wasn't of me. I said, "Want to go to your place?" She said "Mmm." I followed her to a residential complex. By this time, I was impatient and started to put my arm around her waist. She grabbed my hand and said, "Why are you in such a hurry?" But she didn't let go of my hand and squeezed it tightly. I understood and followed her. She was away on a business trip, sharing a two-bedroom apartment with someone. As soon as I entered, I smelled the aroma of food. A man won't perform well in bed if he's not full, and it seemed she understood this principle well. There was even some Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) among the cooked food. We drank a little; I didn't dare drink too much, afraid that my "little brother" wouldn't obey me. We chatted casually, mostly me. I described how boring university was and how much of a waste of youth it was.
After we finished eating and drinking, I started to get restless. She sat on the edge of the bed, and I sat down next to her and put my arm around her. At this moment, she seemed like a different person; her eyes were a little hazy. She asked, "What kind of music do you like to listen to?" I said, "Anything." She put on a CD, and it was Tsai Chin.
I started undressing her, and she cooperated. As I removed her top, her bra popped open as I touched her back, revealing her large breasts. I rubbed and sucked them. Meanwhile, I quickly stripped myself naked. She began to moan softly, her body writhing in my arms, her nipples hard and trembling before me. I lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. By then, she was already lying on the bed, and she lifted her buttocks to help pull off her panties. I saw she was still wearing flesh-colored stockings, which I deliberately didn't take off because I like women in stockings. Our tongues intertwined. My left hand caressed her breasts, while my right hand explored her vagina, which was already soaking wet. I stimulated her clitoris with my fingers, thrusting them in and out. She moaned excitedly, repeatedly saying, "Come in… I want to… come in quickly." I ignored her and bent down to give her oral sex, licking her clitoris. My mouth was full of salty vaginal fluid, which I greedily sucked. She kept saying, "Come on, come on..."
I finally couldn't resist anymore and got into the missionary position. At this moment, she didn't forget to take a condom from under the pillow. I impatiently put it on my already swollen and red penis, teased her clitoris with the head of my penis, and thrust it in.
I clearly felt her twitch, and then I began to thrust wildly. She wrapped her legs around my waist and hooked them around her waist, her moans almost crying. I thrust in hard again and again, and I heard the squelching sounds of vaginal fluid at our point of contact. My hands weren't idle either; I vigorously kneaded her breasts, and her moans turned into "ah," "ah," "humph."
Perhaps because I had just drunk some alcohol, my penis wasn't as sensitive, so it lasted a particularly long time. Later, I got tired and brought her legs together, which made her vagina clench tighter. This move allowed me to ejaculate quickly, and it also gave the woman more pleasure. But that day, this move also kept me going for a long time. My thrusting became more vigorous, my penis almost pulling out before going back in, and I started kissing her stockings and her beautiful feet. She began to moan unrestrainedly, "ah," "I like it," "harder," "ah...fuck me...ah ah humph..." With each thrust, I saw her eyes, which were covered in blue eyeshadow, close slightly, and tears even welled up in the corners of her eyes.
By this time, I was completely exhausted. I put one of her legs on my shoulder and rubbed my face against her flesh-colored stockings, so that my penis could penetrate her body more deeply. I could feel my testicles hitting her anus. I looked down and saw that the sheets were already soaked. At this moment, I heard her let out a strange cry, her buttocks lifting up forcefully, and she hoarsely cried out, "I'm so itchy... I can't take it anymore... Please have mercy on me... Please have mercy on me..." Her cries aroused me, and I couldn't control myself. I ejaculated in spurts, feeling her vagina contract with each ejaculation.
I leaned over her, exhausted, and sucked on her nipple. I saw her crying so excitedly during sex that she soaked the pillow.
My sister was also very tired, but she still helped me remove the condom and bent down to lick my droopy penis, making smacking noises.
Only then did I hear Tsai Chin still softly singing: "Who is knocking on my window..."
That night, I stayed at her place and had sex with her three more times. The next day was the weekend, and we spent the whole day together. After that, I often went to see her, until she married a male colleague who had pursued her for two years. Our last meeting didn't involve sex; we chatted for an afternoon at a Starbucks in the China World Trade Center, neither of us seeming to have any desire for sex. I must say, of all the online relationships I've had, this was the most enjoyable.
Finally, she gave me a photo of herself, an artistic portrait. I've treasured it ever since.

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