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Based on the excellent traditional culture of the Chinese nation and the precious spiritual wealth of people all over the world, there are many famous sayings such as "Food and sex are human nature" and "When you're well-fed and warm, you think of lust." After eating and drinking to your heart's content, you naturally start thinking about beautiful women. Thinking about beautiful women? My policeman punched me and said, "Easy, let's go to a bar." After experiencing the chaotic traffic of Chongqing, we arrived smoothly at a bar in Chongqing, around nighttime. Bars in Chongqing are not much different from bars in other places, except that there are a lot more beautiful women. The colorful yet dim lighting made the scantily clad, dreamy-eyed girls even more beautiful. We ordered two bottles of alcohol and some snacks, and played dice while waiting for a romantic encounter. Sure enough, it didn't take long before a romantic encounter seemed to descend from the ceiling and land on our table. A drunken, alluring girl started dancing next to us; her fair body attracted a swarm of lecherous men. Because we were so focused on the dice rolls, we didn't have time to indulge in our earlier lecherous behavior. The girl, however, was unusually insatiable. She started moving her dice and then moved to our table, swaying her hips and waist. Her scent was intoxicating. I glanced at her; dark circles under her eyes, large eyes unusually clear in the bar, eyelashes hanging like fly legs, her breasts nearly bursting out, the cleavage that should have been deep becoming quite sharp. As she swayed, her hands constantly rubbing together revealed a barely perceptible shyness, and sometimes a hint of melancholy flashed in her eyes. Over twenty years of rich cultural background instilled in me a strong sense of empathy and justice, so I stood up and whispered in her ear, "What are you so upset about? Sit down and play for a while." Perhaps it was the overly standard Mandarin that made the Chongqing girl suddenly flustered; her hands froze in mid-air, her waist twisting halfway, creating a beautiful curve in the darkness. Then she glanced at me, plopped down next to me, and joined us in playing dice. She was clearly an expert, quickly focusing on the dice. We sat side-by-side, my hand brushing against her hair, resting on her shoulder, then tracing that beautiful arc to her bare waist. I caressed it back and forth, feeling the smoothness unique to Chongqing beauties. After my hand hesitated several times, finally deciding to continue its downward movement, I glanced at the time—around 2 AM. I turned back and whispered in her ear, "Come with me tonight." She turned and looked directly at me. Although her face was heavily made up, I could still sense a determined gaze. I was a little flustered, my heart suddenly racing. But the words were already out, so I could only meet her gaze. She said, "Let's have a drink." We raised our glasses. I poured the mixture of salacious liquor, black tea, and some cheap foreign wine into my mouth, and my mood instantly improved. I pulled her out of the bar. "See you tomorrow," I said, turning back to the policeman. It was no surprise it was already 2 a.m. The streets were crowded, and everyone seemed to exude a decadent aura. I felt the soft touch of the woman beside me. She leaned close and whispered in my ear, "Where do you stay?" Her warm breath tickled my ear, arousing arousal. I dodged her hand and put it behind her head, putting my arm around her shoulder. "You can be our tour guide," I said. About forty minutes later, we arrived at a hotel. From the outside, it was glittering and opulent. As I pulled several bills from my wallet and placed them in the receptionist's hand, I thought to myself, "If the bathroom has a bathtub big enough for two people, I'll definitely curse the hotel owner's family in my heart." I pushed open the bathroom door. Thankfully, while we couldn't lie side-by-side, it should be enough for one of us to lie on top of the other. I pulled the girl, who was already wearing a nightgown, into my arms and said, "Let's take a shower first." In the bathroom, I looked at her with an artist's eye, thinking she was somewhat inappropriately full—I mean, her bare waist created some unsightly creases when she moved. I took off my clothes, gently stroking my slightly erect penis, and rushed into the bathtub. The shower water washed over us, and we hugged tightly, kissing each other's lips, our tongues swirling in each other's mouths. Her full breasts pressed against my chest, making it hard for me to breathe. I had to use my hand to press my already erect penis against my lower abdomen, and then forcefully thrust it towards her lower abdomen. So now we were separated by two soft mounds and a hard object—three objects in total. She pulled her tongue out, panting, and said, "Let's go to bed." I chuckled: "We haven't washed yet, what's the rush?" We lathered each other with soap and then rinsed it off. Finally, I knelt down and carefully rubbed her vulva, listening to the sounds of water mixed with her moans. The water flowed down her slightly protruding belly towards the opening where I was supposed to enter. Suddenly, I felt a surge of impulse, turned her around, held her buttocks, and thrust all the way in. No skill, no emotion, just three erect penises hardened by engorgement. I used all my strength, thrusting at top speed, slamming my scrotum against her vulva with the most intense force, making a clear, loud sound. Her body swayed violently, her breasts fluttering. Her moans gradually turned into screams. At the height of my climax, I withdrew and whispered in her ear, "Let's go to bed." She leaned to one side, slowly turning over and resting against the edge of the bathtub, her lips slightly parted, her eyes half-closed. The shower water splashed onto her naked body, crisp and beautiful. She carried me to bed. Her lips barely moved, uttering only four languid sounds. I took off the showerhead, rinsed my body, and stroked myself a couple of times to remove the semen from under my glans. Then I picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom. I hastily wiped myself down with the blanket, lay down in front of her, and pulled her onto me. There's a great way to flirt, commonly known as the 69 position, and that's how we did it. She lay on my lower abdomen, grasping my penis and slowly stroking it up and down, sometimes licking the tip of my glans with her tongue. Although she wasn't very professional, I didn't teach her how to make me feel better; I was carefully observing her vulva. It was a very delicate vulva; the labia majora were only slightly exposed, and from the outside, it was just a beautiful, dark red slit. I stuck out my tongue and parted the slit; the labia majora were a tender red, somewhat slippery, somewhat wet, and somewhat salty. I vigorously twisted my tongue around the labia majora until the actual opening slowly began to appear. I slowly slid my right middle and index fingers along the path my tongue had created to the moist clitoris, then pulled them out, and then slid them back in. I pressed my tongue against a spherical object and thrust it in. The girl on top of me suddenly trembled, her small hand gripping my penis tightly. Then I took the object into my mouth, the glans completely inside. This mutually beneficial situation continued until my tongue began to tingle. I moved her aside, half-squatting, half-kneeling on the bed, then pulled her head to my crotch with one hand. My penis was pressed tightly against her face. She looked up, seemingly dissatisfied yet strangely expectant. I pulled her thigh with my other hand, making her lie on her side, bending her waist, and using the two fingers I had used earlier, I continued along the same path, increasing the speed and depth, embarking on the great journey to find her G-spot. Suddenly, she became agitated, letting out a moan, grabbing the object in front of her, and desperately shoving it into her mouth. Her forehead repeatedly bumped against my abdomen, a painful but painful sensation. I was willing to endure this pain. To retaliate against her actions, I increased the pressure, digging deeper, trying to reach as far as possible. She was finally exhausted. Clutching a hard, upward-pointing rod, she rested her head on my thigh, panting heavily. Her nose and the area below her nose were covered in saliva. I pulled my finger out, pulling out a large puddle of liquid that dripped down the sheets, mattress, and wooden mattress pad. I could vaguely hear the sound of it dripping onto the floor. I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped up, pulled a Durex condom from my purse, put it on my penis, and then pounced on her, pressing myself tightly against her, wanting to bury myself entirely in that warm, unfamiliar place. About fifteen minutes later, we lay side-by-side on a pillow, panting together, the condom still on my body. "So tired," I sighed heavily. "So much," she said coquettishly. The cups on the bedside table and the table were gleaming, the curtains were a deep lake green, the wooden floor was solid wood—only now did I take a closer look at the room; everything seemed quite comfortable. I slowly sat up, half-lying on the messy bed, and lit a cigarette. She climbed over, took the cigarette from my mouth, and took a deep drag herself. Looking at me through the smoke, she said, "So, even now, do you still want to know what's bothering me?" I tried my best to appear curious, engaging her in a perfunctory conversation. "Of course you have your reasons. I don't want to mention your weaknesses." "You're really observant." "If you don't mind, I'd like to hear it."I glanced at the time; it was almost 4 PM. I figured I could probably listen to another beautiful, tragic, and clichéd love story, then sleep until early tomorrow morning, check out, and have lunch at my policeman brother's place. The story was long, her storytelling wasn't particularly sophisticated, and she was often accompanied by sobs. I'd summarize it roughly as follows: He was my first man, and I loved him very much, but he fell in love with another girl, who turned out to be my best friend. I really couldn't understand it; I no longer believed in love. I listened to this lengthy love story for almost two hours. I took a handkerchief from my bag, wiped her tears, smoked another cigarette with her, and then lay down fully clothed. The night passed without a word.
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