The train conductor arranged a private compartment for the couple.

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At the end of October, a telegram arrived from Sister Song's hometown, saying that her father had passed away and they hoped she could return to her hometown in Hunan. On Friday, November 5th, Sister Song called to tell me she would return on Saturday and asked me to arrange a car. I suddenly had a bright idea: "I'll pick you up in Nanjing! I'll also go on a business trip to a certain company in Nanjing." "Great! If you can come, I'll pick you up at the station tomorrow morning. If not, we'll meet on the train tonight!" "Okay!" After hanging up, I contacted the Shanghai transportation company again. In the afternoon, I told my girlfriend, "I have to go to Nanjing on a business trip, it might take a few days." "Take care of yourself. I have classes these days, so don't worry about going." My girlfriend is used to my frequent business trips! Hearing her words, I felt very guilty. She trusted me so much, but I was out there trying to seduce a colleague! I had once made vows of eternal love to her, but what about today? I hadn't slept a wink during the overnight journey. I was thinking about buying my girlfriend something in Nanjing to make up for my guilt, and also about how carefree and relaxed I'd be when I met Sister Song in another city, without having to hide like I did in Beijing! After exiting the station, I waited for a long time, but Sister Song didn't appear. By 10 pm, I was starving and completely despondent. Everything I'd planned last night was ruined! Disappointed, I got off the subway, ate something, and headed towards the city center.
I aimlessly browsed Pacific Department Store and Oriental Shopping Mall, even picking out a winter outfit for my girlfriend. Seeing that it was still early, even after returning to the station, I still couldn't find Sister Song. I hailed a taxi and wandered alone along Nanjing Road Pedestrian Street. Watching couples cuddling together, my heart ached: I'd traveled hundreds of kilometers overnight, yet I couldn't share this romance with the one I loved! The sun slowly sank, and I strolled back to the train station. What a grueling day! Entering the platform, I saw Sister Song's beautiful figure from afar, and all my gloom seemed to vanish into thin air. "The conductor has arranged a private compartment for us 'couples,' your words really worked!" Sister Song ran to my side and said, "We really couldn't get out this morning!" "I'll settle the score with you on the train!" The train started moving, and the conductor invited us to have lunch. "We've already eaten!" Sister Song said proactively, not wanting anyone to disturb our joy. "Go back and say hello to Lao He." As soon as I finished speaking, the conductor tactfully retreated. "I haven't eaten yet!" I pretended to be angry with Sister Song as I closed the door. "I prepared some food for you in my bag," Sister Song said with a smile. "I want to eat what's in your bag." Before Sister Song could react, my hand had already touched the two soft mounds of flesh on her chest. Sister Song's face turned red instantly: "The door isn't closed yet!" I locked the door, watching her shyly curl up into a ball. I pulled open her clothes, unhooked her bra, and looked at the round breasts that I had caressed countless times without getting enough. Without further hesitation, I buried my head in Sister Song's arms, kissing her chest incessantly. Like a little mother, Sister Song gently lifted her clothes, put her entire bright red nipple into my mouth, and wrapped her arms around my shoulders... I cupped her full breasts in my hands and sucked hard. Sister Song gasped and lightly slapped me: "Be gentle, it's like you're going to swallow it whole, why are you using so much force?" I looked at her pretty face and said softly, "Feels good, doesn't it?" Sister Song shifted slightly, bringing her other pointed nipple to my lips and said wantonly, "Mmm! It feels good, come on, have another one!" I nestled in her arms and sucked hard, making Sister Song giggle. I cupped her breasts and kept sucking, rubbing, and kneading. She trembled all over from my sucking and stroked me, saying, "Little brother, is there any milk? You're almost rubbing it all away!" Although I couldn't draw any milk, the pointed nipple sliding in and out of my mouth was quite a pleasure, and my "little brother" gradually hardened and became erect. I parted her tightly closed thighs with both hands, and my index finger slipped into her open petals. Her outstretched pink arms hugged me tightly, her whole body was limp, and she gently bit my shoulder. She pulled her legs together, making her knees the apex of the triangle formed by her thighs and calves, spreading her legs as wide as possible. I slowly increased the speed, thrusting wildly. Sister Song was afraid the neighbors would hear, so she could only silently enjoy the pleasure brought by my fingers. With each powerful thrust, she couldn't help but let out moans: "I can't take it anymore..." Waves of orgasm, gushes of heat, her vaginal fluids wetting her legs and my hands. I lazily curled up in her deep cleavage, looking at her delicate face like a blooming flower. She laughed unsatisfiedly, saying, "Is that all you're going to do to me?" "Doesn't caressing give you an orgasm too?" I chuckled. But she wouldn't admit it: "If it's just a matter of using my hands, then I can do it myself, why would I need to do it with you?" "You really are a wanton woman, how can you say something like that?" I teased her as she reached out to touch her breasts. Her mouth was about to curse me, but it turned into a moan: "You bad boy, oh... oh..." I lifted the clothes she was about to put on, and her firm, white breasts bounced out again. Then I pulled up my t-shirt and pressed my hot chest against them. "Ah..." Sister Song drew out the sound, her body tightly wrapped around me. "Did you miss me?" I asked, moving my hands down and pulling Sister Song's high, upturned buttocks towards me. My erect "little brother" pressed against her soft abdomen in my shorts. "Ah... I... dream of you every day... I really can't live without you... what am I going to do... ah..." Sister Song breathed hot air and moaned in my ear, her whole body trembling and her breasts rubbing against my chest. After a while, her hands hurriedly tried to pull down my shorts. I didn't move, letting her do as she pleased. "Ah...my God!" Sister Song exclaimed, staring down at the erect penis below, her mouth involuntarily opening wide, her panting even more rapidly. The stiff penis sprang out, landing in her snow-white hand. I felt my body suddenly tense up, my attention focused entirely on my lower body. Her slender hand grasped my penis, quickly stroking it a couple of times, then hurriedly went to take off her white skirt. "Let me do it, let me do it!" I pulled her hand away, squatted down, and with trembling hands unbuttoned her skirt, pulled down the zipper, and stuck out my tongue to lick the dark, shiny pubic hair. "Ouch..." Sister Song swayed, her hand immediately grabbing the handle beside her, softly calling out, "I can't take it anymore! Come on!" With a forceful thrust, Sister Song's lowered head jerked upward, letting out a long "Ah." The wet heat tightly enveloped my hardness, making me involuntarily begin to thrust. Sister Song let out a loud, delicate cry, then quickly stuffed a strand of hair into her mouth, biting it tightly, and moaned with each thrust. Two or three minutes later, Sister Song began to contract violently, and I actually ejaculated, but not inside her!
"Ugh, it's all outside! It's so uncomfortable." Sister Song's face was full of reproach, her expression unsatisfied. "Let me rest for a bit, have some water and something to eat!" I said breathlessly. Seeing my face covered in sweat, Sister Song laughed. "You need to eat well upstairs to have energy downstairs." I said while eating. The train was speeding along, already approaching Jinan! While I was eating, Sister Song looked at the things I bought and her jealousy flared up: "Such nice clothes, how much did they cost?" The whole carriage was filled with a sour smell. "1600, I came all the way to Shanghai, I have to give you an explanation when I get back!" I knew I had stirred up a jealous flame. "Remember that time we went to the Saite together, you insisted on buying her those L'Essard shoes, you're always thinking of her!" "How could that be? I miss you the most. Otherwise, would I have come more than 1000 kilometers away to pick you up?!" I replied while eating. "If you were here, I would have done the same!" "I wouldn't accept that so easily. My husband doesn't love me at home, and my lover doesn't care about me outside! Who told me to be so pathetic!" As she spoke, her eyes reddened. I hate seeing women cry, and I panicked, quickly pulling her close. "It's not like that, Sister Song. You should know who I value most. If it's like this, then this trip was a waste!" As I spoke, my heart ached too: I felt sorry for my wife at home, and my lover outside was unhappy. Sigh, what a mess! Seeing my sadness, Sister Song felt embarrassed: "Xinli, I know I shouldn't have acted like that. Actually, I should have thought more about you." She held my hand, like a little bird clinging to its nest. "I don't know why, maybe I was too serious just now!" As she spoke, she shook her head, as if trying to throw all her troubles out of the carriage. "I won't do that again, we should both understand..." Sister Song's words trailed off, but she placed my hand under her lower abdomen. My hand slid into her crevice, still moist in the center. She groaned softly, her seductive buttocks writhing irregularly: "Kiss me first, make it up to you for not buying me anything!" I lowered my head, feeling the unique allure emanating from her vulva, which I hadn't seen for days. I gently lowered my head to kiss her, and Sister Song's body swayed like a water snake: "Oh! I can't take it!" She gripped my hair tightly, moaning. "So horny, what do you want me to do?" My anger hadn't completely subsided, and I deliberately teased her. "I want you to put it in!" Her behavior grew wilder, completely devoid of her usual composure. I stroked her breasts and said, "You're particularly horny today, aren't you?" "I'm in trouble, it's like this before my period, and I'm in a bad mood too!" I laughed and said, "Well, I'm not hard yet." Sister Song shook her head and said, "I'll make you hard quickly, give it to me!" As she spoke, she gently extended her delicate hands, sucking and licking. "Dirty, let me wipe it!" I was already getting excited. "It's all our stuff, what's dirty about it?" She stuck out her big white buttocks, which were very tempting. I was excited and picked her up and put her on the train table, gently inserting half of it. She cried out, "Hurry up, I really can't take it anymore!" I pounced like a hungry tiger, immediately inserting it all the way in, leaving no part behind... The train was running on the Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge, and the guards on the bridge seemed to have seen our madness and were stunned. The "clang, clang" sound and the bright lights made it even more exciting. The fresh, moist petals, the smooth belly, the soft breasts, the passionate cherry lips—all these made me feel a surge of heat rising within me, triggering waves of trembling, and a rapid sound escaped my throat. My burning vagina began to convulse, my legs spasming: "Ugh...ah...I need to pee..." Her beautiful face, flushed red, seemed helpless, weak, and in pain as she enjoyed the most exquisite sensations between a man and a woman. Sister Song reached her climax, thrusting forward with all her might, then trembling all over, moaning loudly. My penis continued to pound inside her, and her slender hands, which had been gripping the tablecloth tightly, unconsciously loosened. I ejaculated! Instantly, Sister Song's body, which had just relaxed, tensed again, convulsing violently. After the intense climax, everything returned to calm; she was still panting, the tablecloth stained with water. "Are you comfortable?" I asked, gently stroking her hair. "Do I make you happy?" "I'm so happy! I haven't felt like this in a week! Why do I feel like I need to pee?!" After a pause, she suddenly grabbed my arm and asked, "Do you love me?" Her sudden question startled me. "Yes, I love you!" Without thinking, I had asked her that question before! "Do you love me too?" I wanted to know again. "I'm afraid to love you! But now it feels like I can't live without you!" Sister Song was like a little bird, full of longing. I held her tightly, and we fell asleep in each other's arms, exhausted.

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