Car sex with the man who brought me to orgasm

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He was the first man to give me an orgasm. Years later, I've forgotten what he looked like, but I still remember the feeling of his penetration. He was a damnable man who shouldn't have existed, yet he left countless traces of his presence within me… orgasm.
The moment I first saw him, I knew he wanted me, and I knew I couldn't escape. A sliver of hope led me into a trap, perhaps one I set subconsciously. But all of this clashed considerably with my moral compass, especially the ecstatic pleasure when he caressed my nipples, especially the instant I ejaculated the moment he penetrated me—that was the first time I felt the power of a man's penis.
Even after all this time, I can still ridiculously recall the shape of his penis: slightly curved upwards, trembling with excitement, the fluid at the glans, the warmth in my mouth. Actually, I never truly looked at his genitals; how did these memories remain? Perhaps they're fabricated by my memory, perhaps a kind of physical preservation, preserving every immoral act my mind demands to forget.
I couldn't resist his every tease, not even a glance, a sound. I tried to escape, but my body yearned for his entry day and night, so I accepted his every request. I loved him licking my clitoris, loved him kissing my nipples; it all drove me mad, filled me with shame, and tormented me.
He always penetrated me when I could no longer endure it. I tried to control myself, to fight my body with my reason and morality. Then I began to lose myself, a surge of heat coursed through my body, and I began to forget. The only thing I could do was not cry out, though my heart was breaking; it was my last line of defense.
I loved him, but I didn't love him either. He satisfied my body, but left me empty inside. I must admit that during that time he gave me orgasms I had never experienced before; I could be completely satisfied in bed. But perhaps all he possessed was his penis, the only organ I can still remember about him, and the only thing I remember about him as a person. I think I still love him now, but I only love his penis, perhaps with a touch of weakness the addition of his skillful tongue kissing my clitoris and nipples.
I didn't know he would abandon me; I truly didn't know then. Although I always wanted to leave him, and I thought I would have left him even if he hadn't abandoned me, I still hated him. Maybe it was vanity! Didn't he have the patience to wait for me to leave on my own?
My desire started to grow stronger, and even the man beside me felt different, but I still felt empty. My husband always went in and ejaculated on his own, then pulled out and washed me. What was the difference between all this and a quilt? More body heat!
This man got me so easily. Was it because I was abandoned for revenge? Or because my desire had been aroused?
I was already looking forward to him making love to me on our first trip, and I knew we would make love that night. Everything was simple with him. I had abandoned all morality and etiquette, I just wanted this man to make me feel hot. He was undoubtedly very good at pleasing women, constantly telling little stories. The desire in my heart had already sprouted when I got on the bus. By then, my lower body was already soaked. I was waiting... The rain got
heavier and heavier. The night at the beach was very quiet. Suddenly, it felt like the whole world consisted only of the two of us.
He kissed me and lowered the seat back. I suddenly wondered how many women had slept on that seat back? The thought made me laugh, but I wasn't jealous.
This was another expert; should I feel lucky?
He kissed my earlobe, and my already excited body went completely limp. Perhaps it seems ridiculous now, the car was really crowded, but at the time I didn't know anything.
I took off my underwear and pulled my skirt up to my waist. I don't know how I could be so bold, but I could be in front of him; he made me feel at ease. I know I don't love him; I just want him to penetrate me. Is that what makes me feel at ease? Many times he's like a teacher; all I need to do is learn and endlessly acquire.
He entered me very easily; my love juice soaked the entire seat
. His thrusts were quite gentle, interspersed with sudden, powerful thrusts. Each thrust brought me joy; the sudden force was like music out of tune, bringing me orgasm after orgasm. I didn't know orgasms were so easy to achieve, and I never knew I could withstand so many orgasms.
He lasted so long; I only found out afterwards that we lasted two hours. I couldn't bear any more pleasure. I begged him to stop, to not continue.
He lay on top of me, panting, his penis still erect. I gently caressed him, feeling it still glistening with my fluids. He didn't ejaculate that night.
[The End]

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