Girlfriend's sex life

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The first time I met her was in the summer of 2006. It was my first time flying to Xiamen. I was there to discuss becoming
an agent for a local appliance brand. This brand was a very famous brand in Xiamen, and it
was one of the earlier established brands in its field. However, in recent years, it had not been good at planning and promotion,
which resulted in its sales volume not being as good as that of emerging brands in Guangdong, Fujian, and Zhejiang provinces.
Before I went to Xiamen, I negotiated with their company for a long time. Due to my influence in the local area and my considerable sales
volume in the same product category, they were able to persuade me to make concessions and give me a better distribution price.

Tired from a long day at work, I boarded a flight to the south. Since I dislike queuing

, I stood aside while the shuttle bus dropped passengers off at the plane, letting the throngs of people board first. I usually
board last. As I lazily walked to the cabin door, bag in hand, the flight attendant gave me a
professional smile. I returned the smile and entered the cabin. Most passengers were already comfortably
seated, reading newspapers. The purser greeted me at the door; she didn't show me the way.
Holding my boarding pass and bag, I walked in. A quiet, melancholic-looking girl gave me

the same smile, glanced at my boarding pass, and led me to my seat. I noticed
a middle-aged man was sitting in my window seat. Just as I was about to ask him to move, the flight attendant next to me spoke: "Sir,
could you please help me put my luggage upstairs?" I quickly put my luggage up myself: "Of course I don't
need your help, it's just that my seat is taken." The flight attendant turned to the man inside and said, "Excuse me,
sir , your seat is on the outside. Could you please move it?" But the man ignored
her. After the flight attendant reminded him again, he refused to move back, citing airsickness. Seriously, does he think he's on a rural
bus? Airlines are so competitive these days, and ticket discounts are huge. Passenger behavior is getting
worse and worse . Considering the pitch black outside the cabin at night and the lack of scenery, I said to the flight attendant, who was in a dilemma, "
Never mind, let him sit there. I'll take the aisle seat." The flight attendant smiled regretfully at me
and said, "Thank you for your support. If there are any seats available in the cabin, I'll arrange another one for you."

I said no thanks. This was my first conversation with Yun'er. (Please excuse me for using her online name here;
the airline is small, and it might be difficult to trace her through flight information, so I don't want to cause her any inconvenience.)

I noticed that she rarely smiled, only offering a
sweet smile when speaking to or serving passengers. Her smile was very approachable and comforting, but
her expression when not smiling was equally endearing. The advantage of sitting in the aisle was that you could see the busy staff.

Every time she passed me, if our eyes met, she would give me a knowing smile. Although
it was just a slight smile, it was enough to satisfy me, because I hadn't seen her show such consideration to other passengers . I think I'm quite handsome, refined, and have the air of a businessman, and the impression I left on her
by generously offering her my seat must not have been bad. 　　I have a habit of sleeping as soon as I board a plane. Although it was summer, the air conditioning in the plane was still quite cool. After the plane accelerated and began to balance, I quietly fell asleep. When I woke up, I found a blanket covering me. I sat up, knowing she must blanket; a warm feeling filled my heart. Xiamen Airlines' service was indeed much more humane than China Eastern's. As the plane approached the brightly lit city of Xiamen and began its slow descent, I knew we were nearing our destination. This short flight had led me to her—a girl who would later change the course of my life. 　　The fundamental principle upon which this world stands is the non-existence of return. Because in this world, all irrationality is ridiculously permitted from the moment it appears. 　　Although she left a beautiful impression on me, so much so that during my two days in Xiamen, her gentle smile and graceful figure in her purple uniform remained , I didn't abruptly ask for her contact information when she stood at the cabin door to see us off. I believe in fate; I hoped to meet her by chance, sometimes a chance encounter is more charming than a sincere appointment. 　　After that, I went to Xiamen a few more times for product-related matters, but I never saw her on a flight again. With so many flights, although I remembered her name from her name tag, Xiamen Airlines is so large that I couldn't possibly ask around for her on every flight. Although I had once had the urge to. The image of this flight attendant named Yun'er was etched . 　　The second time I saw her was in early November when I went to Xiamen for a distributor's order meeting for the following year. As I stepped into the cabin, I saw Yun'er, the one I had longed for. She still possessed that melancholic air, her quiet expression carrying a hint of indifference and arrogance—an aura that made one feel both drawn to her and hesitant to approach. I stared at her, and when our eyes met, we nodded to each other. 　　My sudden appearance surprised her a little; I could feel her eyes light up when she saw me. We smiled at each other simultaneously, and she took my boarding pass, pointing to my seat. Today I was in first class. And she was here serving us, so I could watch her bustling . 　　I love the spaciousness of first class. Like I'd in an office, I habitually crossed my legs and leaned back in my chair, relaxing while reading the newspaper and watching her serve the other passengers. She seemed to sense my gaze and looked slightly uncomfortable. Whenever she turned away, I pretended to look away. 　　The passenger next to me was a Taiwanese businessman. Although I didn't know what kind of investments he made in our city, I could sense he was someone important. Besides his designer clothes, his eyes were filled with disdain. Damn it, if it weren't for the billions of dollars in trade surplus we mainland compatriots gave you every year, would you be so arrogant? I gave him a disdainful look in return. After reading the newspaper for a while, I continued to relax. The bald Taiwanese man kept complaining in a high-pitched Taiwanese-accented Mandarin as the plane was being towed onto the runway. I couldn't understand most of it, but I understood some of it—the plane was delayed, affecting his business. I closed my eyes...

During the break, I kept hearing him complain about the flight attendants around him, like a wronged wife, criticizing
everyone he met , saying the airline was unprofessional, the service was substandard, and there was so much to learn.

After the meal, the bald man started causing trouble again. He asked Yun'er, who was standing by the cabin door, for some plain water.
After Yun'er brought it to him, he asked what kind of water it was. Yun'er said it was mineral water, and then the bald man shoved the water into her hand,
splashing half a cup of water all over her.

"I told you I wanted plain water, and you tried to fool me with mineral water!"

Then he launched into another tirade, saying that mineral water in mainland China is produced with polluted water and doesn't meet drinking
standards, has excessive bacteria, and will cause diarrhea. Yun'er apologized and retreated to
the control . The bald man continued his accusations, his attitude rude and unforgiving. His arrogant and unyielding attitude finally
angered me, who had been resting with my eyes closed.

"Damn it, how come our bottled water is substandard? Our environment is polluted, aren't you responsible?
How much garbage do you produce here every year?"

Seeing that I was serious, he immediately fell silent. He mumbled something I couldn't understand in Hokkien. Perhaps
intimidated by my tall, imposing figure in a black suit, he didn't cause any more trouble the rest of the flight. However, when he saw the damp welts on
Yun'er purple belly, my anger flared up again. If we weren't on the plane, but
in a hotel, with my manly temper, I would have made him apologize long ago. The control room is very close to the first-class cabin, so I'm
sure Yun'er heard my angry outburst at the bald man. Although her eyes were slightly red when she came out, she must have been very grateful.

Before getting off the plane, I took the annual meeting materials and invitations out of my briefcase's inner pocket, intending to put them in
the outer pocket so I could verify my identity with the company driver who was picking me up. I heard the bald man at the cabin door say to the purser
, "What's that flight attendant's name? She's the worst flight attendant I've ever seen. I'm going to complain about her." I
turned around and looked in the direction he was pointing. The person he was pointing to was Yun'er, who was standing at the front of the cabin. The purser
apologized to her while asking him what had happened. The bald man angrily wrote down Yun'er's name and then walked out with

his head . Seeing this, I was speechless. Yun'er wasn't far from the cabin door; she had already heard
the Taiwanese passenger's complaint about the purser. Her aggrieved face was filled with helplessness. Without saying a word, I walked up
to , took out my business card from my suit pocket, and handed it to her. "I'll testify for you. He's being unreasonable. If
the airline investigates, I'm willing to testify for you." Yun'er took my business card and thanked me. I walked back to the cabin
door and said to the chief flight attendant, "The flight delay caused him to take his anger out on you. I can vouch for him; he filed a false
complaint against her. If you need anything, please give me a call, and I'm willing to testify for you." The chief flight attendant
thanked me profusely for my support.

As I stepped off the plane, my earlier indignation suddenly turned into a feeling of joy. I silently thanked this Taiwanese
brother. Without his unreasonable behavior, how could I have seized the opportunity to show off? Perhaps other mainland compatriots wouldn't have dared
to criticize his actions, but he happened to run into me. I'm the kind of person who likes to meddle. I think
tonight's incident happened to Yun'er, but if it had happened to another flight attendant, I probably wouldn't have ignored it either.

That's the kind of personality we Hefei men have—what's it called again? "Rogue," that's right! That word perfectly describes Hefei
men . They have a kind of nonchalance, a fearless spirit, and a strong sense of brotherhood.

About two weeks after returning to Hefei, one afternoon—November 23, 2006,
Thanksgiving—I received a text message: "I often feel like a lucky person. No matter when or where,
there are always people who help and care for me. I repeatedly experience and confirm that everyone's love and tolerance have made up

every aspect of my life. Thank you sincerely!"

Seeing the phone number, I felt it was from out of town, so I replied: "Thank you for your
blessing , and I wish you a happy Thanksgiving too. May I ask who you are?" Because I have many business partners, I was worried
that a momentary oversight might make clients feel that I didn't value them. I would carefully reply to every text message, unless it was promoting
VAT invoices, prize winning information, or psychedelic drugs. But suddenly there was no further
communication. I assumed it was a mistake and didn't reply. Just then, a customer came in to buy goods, so I

casually put my phone on my desk and went to the store to help the staff introduce
products . Almost an hour had passed since I saw the customer off. When I returned to the office, I saw
three missed messages on my phone.

"You don't need to know who I am. You're a good person and deserve gratitude today."

"My issue from last time has been resolved. The passenger didn't complain, and the flight attendant didn't criticize me. Thank
you again!"

"Sorry to bother you. I sincerely wish you success at work and good health."

When I saw the second text message, I already guessed who it was. It was from Yun'er, the one who had previously annoyed me
. Because I hadn't replied, she must have thought I was too lazy to deal with her.

I picked up my phone and replied, "Actually, I know who you are. You're a beautiful lark flying in the sky!"

"You even know my online name?" she replied quickly. But I really just stumbled upon it by sheer
luck. Although her name didn't contain a single cloud or lark, I don't know why I thought of using the word "lark
" to describe her. And that lark just happened to be her online name.

"Of course, I could also guess you wouldn't be flying today." Men always like to show off their cleverness,
especially in front of women they like; they have an even stronger instinct to deliberately flaunt their intelligence. Flight attendants aren't allowed to use their phones in the air
, so the fact that she's texting me means she's definitely not flying.

"You took so long to reply, do you know a lot of flight attendants?" Her text caught
me off guard. Maybe I was too confident, which made her suspect I was using the "Skylark" card to get everyone.

"I know a lot, but they don't know me. You're the only one with my phone number and who knows my name
." Actually, that was the truth. Although I always have the
urge , I've only actually done it once, even though I did it with an indignant expression.

There was no further reply, so I called the number. The first time, no answer.
The second time, it rang three times before being answered. I said "Hello," but there was no response.
I answered the phone.

"Lark, Lark, this is Turkey. Happy Thanksgiving! Please reply if you receive this!" Although I didn't know why she was
n't answering, I still deliberately showed off my humor. I believed that a man's humor was
the most powerful weapon to dispel a woman's distrust. Finally, a clear laugh came from the other end of the line. She couldn't hold back any longer.

"Turkey, Turkey, are you on the plate or in the oven?" I suddenly felt that this girl
wasn't as cold as I had imagined. I had a suspicion that this giggling laughter really came from that proud and aloof flight attendant.
After teasing her for a while, I suddenly had the urge to ask her out.

"Let's go out for a turkey dinner tonight. Give me a chance to express my gratitude." I couldn't see her on the phone, so
my attitude became even more ambiguous. After so many years in business, I felt that I was quite good at pursuing people.
Usually, when many clients were undecided, I would win them over through various methods.

"I'm not in Hefei, I'm in Xiamen. Why don't you fly to Xiamen and invite me?" she replied on the other end of the line.

I didn't know if she was genuinely not in Hefei or simply didn't want to keep the appointment. Perhaps we weren't very familiar with each other, and
my request felt too abrupt. To ease the awkwardness, I agreed to invite her another time, canceling this time's
invitation . After hanging up, I was in a state of extreme excitement until I went to sleep that night.
I hadn't expected her to call me back after handing her my business card. Maybe it was because I gave her a trustworthy and reliable feeling on the plane.

I want to advise all my fellow men: if you feel you're not attractive enough to women, then you must be a
generous, tolerant, humorous, and confident man. Most women won't reject you then.
If you're also handsome and have some money, you're a bombshell. Unfortunately, I possess all of these
physical characteristics, so Yun'er was doomed!

Time passed day by day, and Yun'er and I chatted via text message. We became more and more familiar
with each other , and I learned a lot about her, gaining a deeper understanding of her job.

The glamorous profession of flight attendant wasn't as mysterious as I had imagined. I learned more about their
hardships and exhaustion. What surprised me most was their unbelievably low wages during their internships.

December arrived, and Christmas, the traditional Western holiday, was fast approaching. Strangely, even on this foreign
holiday, the Chinese seemed to enjoy the festivities. The streets and alleys were filled with the festive atmosphere, infecting every
passerby, including us.

The shops were adorned with white snowflakes and were already packed. People's tastes gradually improve
, and these massage girls, in my eyes, were merely tools for satisfying desires, utterly
devoid .

It was only five o'clock in the winter evening, and it was already getting dark. I called her; she said she was at the airport hotel,
and we agreed to meet at the airport entrance in half an hour. I quickly changed and went out. As I left the bathhouse,
I looked in the large mirror at the corner of the stairs and noticed that after an afternoon of moisturizing, my skin was fair and smooth. Wearing
the new Romon suit I'd bought in Shanghai, I looked like a handsome man—I even doubted my own appearance. Because I come from
a family of , after graduating from university, I didn't work hard like my classmates. At 24,
I started my own business with a sum of money my father gave me. With my family's guidance, I owned my own
appliance , holding the agency rights for several appliance brands in Anhui province. Although I didn't make a fortune, it was enough to cover my
daily expenses. I've had a few relationships and girlfriends, but all ended in breakups.
Some were after my money, others were even more extravagant than me. My mother's attitude was clear: finding

someone who could manage the household and help me with finances was the most important thing. But I'm attracted to women, not those ordinary, honest
women . Think about it, how many pretty city girls these days know how to manage money?

I imagine seeing her soon; it's been almost fifty days since we last met. I wonder
what I look like in her eyes. In my memory, she's still wearing a light purple uniform with a
colorful striped scarf around her neck. I drove at 60 km/h. Traffic in Hefei is terrible; there's a lot of construction

going on lately, roads are under construction everywhere, and you can't drive fast even on the Second Ring Road. I waited anxiously at the intersection, weaving through
the endless stream of cars, finally arriving at Luogang Airport.
It was already fifteen minutes past our agreed meeting time of 5:30. I hadn't told her I'd driven to pick her up; she probably thought I'd taken a taxi. From a distance, I
saw a girl in a white coat and a ponytail standing anxiously by the roadside, constantly
checking her watch. If she had walked past me after changing into her uniform, I wouldn't have recognized her.

The difference was too great. Now she was clearly a pretty, fashionable girl next door, dressed neatly and cleanly,
a sight to behold. I drove past her, then turned around in the middle of the road
and stopped beside her.

She didn't expect it to be me. She stared at my car for a moment, but because the window tint was on, she couldn't see inside
. Under the streetlights, her face looked even more radiant, making my heart flutter. I rolled down the electric window and called to her,
"Get in, Yun'er." Hearing me call her name, she frowned and bent down to look inside. We 'd

only met twice, and I wasn't sure if she remembered me clearly. Luckily, I was always dressed in a suit, which should have left a deep impression on her . She glanced at me once and then recognized me, opening the car door and getting in. 　　As I shifted gears and started driving, I glanced at her again. She was truly captivating ; she was beautiful from every angle. If there was any difference between her on the plane and on the ground, it was that she felt more real, more approachable, and more relaxed on the ground. 　　"Good evening, you're late!" she said softly, clutching her handbag. 　　"I'm sorry, there was a lot of traffic," I apologized, explaining gently, just as I had to to other passengers on the plane. 　　We didn't speak the rest of the way. I didn't know where to begin; perhaps we'd already exhausted all our words in text messages. She didn't speak either, sitting quietly in the passenger seat. I could smell the pleasant fragrance emanating from her, and from her attire, I could tell she'd put thought into it. From her light makeup to her clothing, everything about her was aesthetically pleasing.

At the Pearl International Hotel, we got to know each other and talked heart-to-heart over a candlelit dinner. She
wasn't interested in any of the other elaborate meals, except for desserts. After eating a little kiwi tart and strawberry cheesecake
, she sipped her coffee while gently tracing the glass tabletop with her beautiful nails.

A glance, an encounter, two cups of coffee—all the tenderness melted into emotion under the swaying lights.

The girl sitting across from me looked so pure and charming, as if she didn't belong to this noisy world. Even
the foreigners passing by couldn't help but stare at her a few more times and then give her a thumbs up, praising, "Nice, pretty!"

After dinner, we didn't stay long. She got up to go home; her flight was the next morning, and she needed to rest early.
We drove back to the airport. I slowed the Camry to 30 km/h. Although the road conditions from the Economic Development Zone to the airport were good,
I didn't want her to leave me so soon.

When we arrived at the airport hotel, I watched her get out of the car with reluctance, then waved goodbye. Watching her

retreating figure disappear inside, I reclined my seat and lit a cigarette. Her scent still lingered in the car, and I suddenly
felt a pang of sadness.

She seemed so indifferent to everything. I couldn't see the answer in her eyes between us. It was our
first meeting, so of course I couldn't appear too eager, but my teasing still made her laugh.
I could sense she still liked me. I wondered if there would be an answer between us, and if so,
what it would be.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" Just as I lit my third cigarette, my phone received a text from her.

"I want to wait until you're asleep before I leave," I replied.

"Silly, how can I sleep if you don't leave?"

"I'm willing to be your fool!" After sending this ambiguous text, I suddenly thought of her bright, haughty
eyes. Was it filled with disdain, or was she calling me a lovesick fool?

"Want to come in? My phone's almost dead."

After parking, I took the elevator to the hotel. Just as I reached the room, the door opened automatically, and
a small hand pulled me inside, closing the door behind me.

"Don't let my colleagues see; it's not good." The room was hot; she had already taken off her coat, wearing only
a pink sweater. Her curvaceous figure made me dizzy. She didn't let me in. We
stood facing the bathroom door, her large eyes fixed on me, her long eyelashes fluttering twice.

"I don't want to leave. I don't know when I'll see you again after this." I spoke my
mind.

"Do you really like me?"

I hadn't expected her to ask me so directly, leaving me momentarily flustered. I nodded frantically. Actually,
she probably did have feelings for me; from the moment I handed her my business card, I had already
secured .

"What do you like about me?" She tilted her head, smiling at me, waiting for my answer.

“I love your unique charm and everything about you.” I was dumbfounded, unsure how to

answer her. I think I was truly infatuated at that moment. She smiled happily in front of me, and I mustered my courage
to hug her tightly.

She struggled a couple of times in my arms before settling down, letting me hold her. I found myself
trembling . I held her tightly, afraid she would fly away from my embrace. You see, she was
the lark I could only dream of seeing every day, and now I was holding her tightly. My excitement and thrill were indescribable. Her hands gently wrapped around my waist from
behind . Seeing that she didn't reject my embrace, I kissed her ears and cheeks. Her

scent was so wonderful; I didn't know if "intoxicating" could describe it.

“Okay, stop fooling around, let go, let's go inside and sit down,” Yun'er whispered in my ear.

I released her and followed her into the room, a dormitory she shared with another flight attendant. The other one
wasn't there today. Seeing that her bedside table was filled with books besides cosmetics—authors of Annie Baby,
Zhang Xiaoxian , and Yu Hua—and that the bed was neatly made with photos of them on her desk, she looked like a fairy descended to earth

, a feast for the eyes. There were also handicrafts collected from all over the country, which convinced me that she was truly
a woman of great refinement and taste.

She sat quietly on the bed, watching me admire her room like a visitor. I sat down beside her again,
and we lay down together. I kissed her passionately, and this time she didn't resist. She
hugged me back, and we held each other tightly. I kissed her while caressing her body. Her skin
was as smooth as jade. When I tried to put my hand inside her bra, she refused, pulling my hand away. She

only allowed me to touch her through her sweater. Her body wasn't voluptuous, but I estimated her breasts were at least a B cup.
I could easily grasp them through her sweater. I gently kneaded them while kissing her passionately. When I tried
to reach , she refused, pushing me away forcefully. I knew I'd already exceeded
my quota for the night; I couldn't let her take advantage. I sat up, and we gazed at each other.

"Be my girlfriend, I need you,"

I formally asked.

"Will you truly love me?" Her eyes were fixed on me, as if trying to see into my heart.

"I swear I will truly love you, love you for a lifetime."

A man can do anything for a woman he doesn't have.

She didn't speak again, a faint smile on her face as she looked at me.

"You're handsome and so rich, I'm afraid you won't take responsibility for your actions."

"None of that matters, what matters is that I like you."

"When did you

start liking me?" "From July 9th, the first time I flew on your plane." I still remembered the day I first flew to Xiamen
for negotiations . When I said that date, I noticed her eyes seemed to brighten suddenly;
I could tell she was very happy. Women always care about how much a man values them. Anniversaries
mean more to women than to men. Seeing how clearly I could state this day, she completely believed me.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"I don't, but I believe in fate."

She remained silent again, then smiled at me. I loved the two dimples at the corners of her mouth when she smiled.

"Do you hate me?" I suddenly asked such a silly question, even though I believed she liked me
.

"No, you're special. I like your outgoing personality, but you're very considerate and attentive to women."
As she said this, I suddenly realized that she had been subtly
assessing me since we met that evening, and thankfully I had behaved well.

"You have to promise me that you won't come to my dorm when I'm not contacting you, and I'm only allowed to ask you out."

"So, do you agree to be my girlfriend?" I asked another idiotic question. She smiled happily and
shook her head at me. "I need to think about it some more."

Before she could finish, I pressed her head down and kissed her. The kiss lasted a good ten minutes, until I felt
a little breathless.

We met again two weeks later. This time, as soon as she got off the plane and returned to her hotel, I picked her up and took her to
my villa on Tongling Road. In those two weeks, our text message frequency had noticeably
increased . The candlelight dinner before Christmas became a turning point in our love story. Although she was tired from her flight and wanted
to rest , she was still very happy to see me, and I think I had completely won her heart. Sitting in my car,
she seemed very excited, chatting with me about the fun things that happened on the plane these past few days.

After arriving home, we sat in the living room for a while, and then I suggested going upstairs because
my housekeeper, a distant relative, was there. I felt uncomfortable being intimate with a girl in front of her, but Yun'er was very considerate and
went straight to the bedroom with me. Once inside, I picked her up and spun her around twice in the air.
She let out a happy yet nervous cry and held me tightly. I tossed her onto my bed and then pounced on her like a
hungry tiger . We nestled close together in bed, kissing her passionately. For days,
we'd been texting late into the night, completely disrupting my sleep schedule. She flew at
night wait for her landing, then we'd text each other late into the night. Whenever she flew to a city during the day,
she'd text me to let me know she arrived safely.

In the midst of our fervent kiss, I'd unconsciously pulled off her shirt and skirt. With
her slight resistance, I'd stripped off her underwear as well. She curled up
on the bed like a shy lamb, her hair, which had been piled up behind her head, now loose and covering her face. I couldn't see her face clearly, but I could

hear her rapid breathing.

I quickly stripped off my own clothes, pounced on the bed, and we embraced tightly, caressing each other.
I lay on top of her, gently pinching her nipples while softly kissing her neck. Her neck
was smooth and soft, and perhaps because she usually wore a silk scarf, it looked even whiter and more delicate.

Yun'er was no match for my onslaught. She was already panting heavily, her eyes half- closed in desire
, all traces of the haughty and aloof demeanor I'd seen on the plane gone. Now, she lay in my arms like a lamb to the slaughter,
offering no resistance. Perhaps my mouth was more experienced, making her feel better, for she
held my head tightly with her hands. I sucked hard on her pink nipple, making a smacking sound. I
turned to the side, touching her genitals with my right hand. As soon as my
hand slid down, she obediently opened her legs slightly to accommodate my touch. I ran my hand up her thighs, finding her already wet and slippery
. I gently traced the cleft, then lightly rubbed her breasts above the entrance.

Looking at her expression, she was already in ecstasy, her eyes closed, unable to speak.

I parted her legs, bent down, and her lower body was just as alluring as her upper body. Her
thin were slightly parted, with a sticky fluid secreted at the entrance. I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue and licking it,
while simultaneously squeezing and kneading her breasts with both hands. I've been with many prostitutes, but I've never given
them oral sex, only to my ex-girlfriends. I discovered that Yun'er's genitals smelled wonderful, without
any unpleasant odor, only a faint smell of urine. With my tongue, she was already in heaven,
moaning completely exhausted.

I dragged her to the bedside. I stood by the bed, my penis already hard as steel. I grasped my throbbing
penis and rubbed the glans against her labia. A tingling sensation immediately spread throughout my body.
Since my last girlfriend left me, I hadn't had this much pleasure in a long time. When I hire prostitutes, I
don't dare not use a condom.

I had complete confidence in Yun'er. Flight attendants are hand-picked and

undergo regular medical checkups every year; she was sure there wouldn't be any problems. Just as I was about to penetrate her, Yun'er wriggled her hips
to avoid me.

"You need to wear a condom, I'm scared," she said nervously, squeezing her legs together.

"Baby, I'm a single guy, I don't have one," I thought quickly. If I told her I was single and
had one at home, wouldn't she think I was a playboy? Actually, I had the latest Durex polka-dot model in the
cigarette .

I tried to force myself on her, but she was adamant, "No, I won't let you in." Yun'er's attitude was firm, which
surprised .

"Can I ejaculate outside?" I had no choice but to compromise.

After a combination of persuasion and coercion, she finally agreed to let me penetrate her without a condom. I parted her legs, gently
aimed my glans at her genitals, and with a gentle thrust, my glans went in. I didn't insert it all the way in, just
halfway in, slowly pumping in and out. This way, I wouldn't be too impatient, and it would be easier to control

the speed of ejaculation.

The pleasure from the friction of my penis going in and out was incredibly satisfying. Looking at the beautiful woman
, she had already lost consciousness under the thrusting of my large penis. She was panting heavily, her eyes tightly closed, experiencing the pleasure I was giving her.

Just as I was getting into the swing of things, the beautiful woman woke up from her pleasure and pushed my waist away with her hands.
"Brother, you can't ejaculate! I'm so worried! I don't want to get pregnant!"

"I'm enjoying it right now, I don't want to ejaculate yet. Can you hold on a little longer? I promise I'll ejaculate outside."

After saying that, I pushed my large penis in a little further. My penis grew thicker and thicker, and my breathing
became heavier and heavier. I was only one step away from ejaculation.

Yun'er had seen everything. Just when I was about to give up, she pushed me away again
.

I stood by the bed with my erect penis, while she sat up with her legs together. Seeing my discomfort,
she offered to help me with oral sex. I had no choice but to lie down and let her perform oral sex on me, but her technique

was terrible; she didn't know how at all and just stared blankly. I made her lie down again, and then, while
touching her genitals, I used my hand to help my aggrieved penis. Seeing me like this, she looked
shy and apologetic, and had no choice but to lie down and let me touch her vulva. I vigorously stimulated her while rubbing her
rapidly soon I ejaculated on her stomach. This time, I had a long period of abstinence, and I ejaculated a lot; her
pubic hair and belly were covered with my thick semen.

I lay down, panting heavily. Yun'er covered me with the blanket and then ran into the bathroom in the bedroom to

clean herself. This was our first sexual experience. Although it ended with me masturbating, it still
excited me. After all, she was now my girlfriend, and the feeling of having sex with a prostitute was different.
A prostitute 's fake moans only leave you feeling empty and bored.

It felt good to lie together and hug each other after sex. She gently kissed my face,
stroked my penis, and kept apologizing. She told me

that she had an orgasm when I gave her oral sex, and then another shortly after I penetrated her.

Eileen Chang said that the shortest path to a woman's heart is through the vagina. I tend to agree. At least Yun'er is
now completely conquered by me. She slept contentedly in my arms, soon emitting soft snores.
I knew she must have been tired from her flight, so I let her sleep on my shoulder without disturbing her. My only
slight regret was that it would have been perfect if Yun'er were a virgin.

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