Girlfriend visits temple to pray to Buddha

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The old monk smiled and said, "Seeking peace isn't that simple."

My girlfriend was puzzled and asked, "Then how do I do it?" The old monk said, "Burning incense is only one part. Ideally, you should drink holy water and then chant scriptures. Then Buddha will surely bless you with peace."

My girlfriend said, "Really? But I don't know how. Can you teach me?" The old monk nodded, pointed to the incense burner, and said to my girlfriend, "Please offer incense." Because I was at the temple entrance, I couldn't hear what the old monk and my girlfriend were saying very clearly, but seeing that old monk, for some reason, I felt uneasy.

That old monk had a gray beard, triangular eyes, wore an old robe, was not tall, and had a face full of wrinkles. He looked to be about sixty or seventy years old, giving off a cunning feeling.

After burning incense, the old monk bowed to my girlfriend and said, "Benefactor, please follow this old monk." My girlfriend asked him, "How long will the chanting take? My boyfriend is waiting for me at the door.

" "Oh, it'll take about half an hour. No problem, I'll go tell him." As she spoke, my girlfriend and the old monk approached me. "You're this woman's boyfriend, right? She's going to chant for protection; it'll take about half an hour. You wait here for her. Remember, you mustn't interrupt the chanting, otherwise it won't have any effect. So, please don't barge in, okay?" I looked at my girlfriend and said, "No need for chanting, just burn the incense." Seeing her pleading expression, I sighed, "Okay, hurry up." My girlfriend immediately smiled, came over and kissed me, saying, "You're so sweet, waiting for me here." I nodded, watching my girlfriend and the old monk go inside. I thought to myself, judging by that old monk's pretentious act, he's definitely not a good person. He doesn't want me to see, but I'll see anyway.

So, I quietly followed behind them. The old monk led my girlfriend to a meditation room in a side courtyard. Then he went to another room and brought out a bowl of water for her, closing the door behind him. I quickly went out and managed to get around to the back of the meditation room. There was a window there, and I saw my girlfriend had just finished drinking the water. She frowned and said, "Why is this holy water a little bitter?" The old monk said, "Hehe, you don't know, this holy water contains rainwater, dew, herbs, etc. If it weren't for your eagerness for peace, ordinary people wouldn't be able to drink it. Alright

, please take off your shoes and get on the meditation bed." Actually, the so-called meditation bed was just a bed with a felt mat, a pillow, and a quilt. It seemed to be where the old monk usually rested while chanting scriptures. My girlfriend took off her shoes and got on the bed, and the old monk followed suit. "Please do as I do." The old monk sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed facing the wall, and my girlfriend followed suit, sitting down facing the wall as well. As a result, her denim miniskirt slipped up to her thighs, looking incredibly tempting.

The old monk immediately stood up, squatted behind my girlfriend, and took her hands, saying, "Hands together, eyes closed, yes. Relax your whole body, shoulders, back, and waist." As he spoke, his withered hands kneaded my girlfriend's shoulders and back, finally placing his hands on her waist. My girlfriend was usually most afraid of me kneading her waist, and now that the old monk was kneading her, she bit her lip, trying hard not to make a sound. After kneading for a

while and seeing that my girlfriend didn't resist, the old monk leaned closer, resting his body against my girlfriend's back, and whispered in her ear, "That's right, relax your whole body, have no distracting thoughts, have Buddha in your heart, and the world will be vast without selfishness. Silently repeat what I said in your heart." His voice was already soft, and speaking in my girlfriend's ear, it was as if he was deliberately blowing in her ear. With his movements on my girlfriend's waist, her desire seemed unbearable. Her face flushed, and her breathing became rapid.

The old monk sensed the change in my girlfriend's body. His hands, which had been on her waist, expertly massaged her sensitive acupoints. Slowly, I saw my girlfriend's body soften and she lean against the old monk. I was puzzled as to how my girlfriend had been so easily aroused by the old monk; usually, she was very firm in preventing me from going any further. Just as I was wondering, the old monk moved his hands up from my girlfriend's waist, directly touching and kneading her full breasts. My girlfriend closed her eyes and murmured, seemingly saying no.

This made my blood boil, and my penis suddenly sprang to life. After touching her for a while, the old monk said, "This imported stuff is really good. It's worth it to use it on such a beautiful girl." Now I realized that the old monk had drugged my girlfriend. "Damn, this girl is a real gem. To be able to enjoy something like this in my old age is truly a blessing." The old monk seemed quite pleased with himself, and his hands tightened their grip. His girlfriend cried out, "Ah!" "Haha, little girl, can't take it anymore?" The old monk simply pulled off his girlfriend's t-shirt, revealing her white, satin-like skin and her black lace bra.

In the meditation room, an old monk held a young and beautiful girl in his arms, wearing only a bra—the scene was truly unimaginable. The old monk held his girlfriend's smooth, soft, and beautiful body, chuckling to himself. His left hand pushed up the bra, looked at his girlfriend's round, full, and delicate breasts, swallowed, and began to knead them without restraint. His right hand then moved to his girlfriend's smooth thighs, pulled aside her lace panties, and began to play with her fresh and youthful, alluring vulva.

After playing like this for a while, the old monk laid his girlfriend, who was now powerless to resist, down on the bed. He removed her bra, denim miniskirt, and black lace panties, admiring her perfect naked body for a moment. He then caressed her entire body with his withered hands, muttering, "Smooth, so smooth, this chick is fucking amazing."

After saying this, the old monk got off the bed, went into the inner room, and took out a portable video camera, apparently intending to film his girlfriend. Her face was flushed, her eyes were closed, and she was moaning softly. Seeing my usually quiet and poised girlfriend like this was unbelievable. I thought, maybe this old monk was just playing around; he couldn't really do anything. He's so old, he probably can't handle things anymore. I'll just have to wait and see.

The old monk had already removed his robes and white underwear; his thin body seemed to be nothing but bones. He climbed onto the bed, carefully filming his girlfriend from head to toe with a video camera. He then spread her legs, specifically filming her vulva, and filmed her posing in several lewd positions. After filming, he glanced at the wall clock and said to his still-dazed girlfriend, "Little beauty, can't wait, can you? The monk will give you a good time soon. Haha!" I then noticed that his large penis was already erect, seemingly even bigger and darker than mine. The old monk spread his girlfriend's long, slender legs, revealing her pink, cherry-like vulva, and his old mouth mercilessly approached, slurping and sucking at the clear love juice flowing from her. His girlfriend couldn't help but moan again, the sound arousing me to pull out my own large penis and start stroking it incessantly. "This little girl is quite sensitive," the old monk said, vigorously kneading his girlfriend's soft, firm breasts with both hands. He occasionally pinched her cute, pink nipples while kissing her cherry-like lips, sucking out her soft, delicate tongue and placing it in his mouth, sucking it back and forth. The girlfriend seemed like a different person; her long, slender legs clamped around the old monk's thin legs, her snow-white buttocks wriggling back and forth, her hands stroking his wrinkled back. "What? Really can't wait? Want my big cock?" The old monk looked at his girlfriend's perfectly sculpted face, one hand sliding down her flat, smooth abdomen to her clitoris, expertly stroking it. This time, the girlfriend couldn't take it anymore; her mouth opened, but no sound came out, as if she were frozen in place.

The old monk licked his girlfriend's flushed face with his tongue, chuckled lewdly, and climbed off her. He knelt in front of her snow-white thighs, lifted her buttocks with his hands, grabbed a sweaty pillow and placed it underneath her, then propped her long, shapely legs up with his shoulders. He rubbed his thick, black penis against her pink vulva until it was covered in her juices. Then he spread her tight, beautiful vulva apart with his hands and placed the head of his penis against her untouched opening. Her fresh, pink vulva tightly enveloped the head of the old monk's penis.

The old monk embraced his girlfriend's soft, slender waist and slowly pressed his buttocks forward, already entering her fresh little hole. Her juices were flowing out. Just as I was about to stop him, his large penis was halfway in, he suddenly stopped. "Why can't it go in? Is this chick still a virgin? Hehe, I'm lucky! Damn it, I'll fuck you to death, you little slut!" Seeing the old monk was about to get serious, I thought I absolutely couldn't let this lecherous old man get his hands on my girlfriend.

I was about to shout when I suddenly heard a slight click from the right side of the meditation room. I turned my head and saw a large head flash by in the right-hand window. It seemed someone was watching this unexpected, super-exciting pornographic scene, and I felt like I'd seen that person somewhere before; they looked very familiar. As I was pondering this, I heard my girlfriend let out a soft "Oh!" I looked down and saw that the old monk's huge penis was completely inside her fresh virgin vagina. A trickle of virgin blood flowed out with each thrust, mingling with her vaginal fluids. The old monk, seemingly under the influence of an aphrodisiac, became even more vigorous upon seeing the blood, making smacking sounds. My girlfriend moaned and groaned as he fucked her; the scene was incredibly lewd. My

blood rushed to my head. I thought, "Damn it, one moment of carelessness and it'll be too late to regret it." Despite my thoughts, I couldn't resist the stimulation. After all, it was the first time I'd seen someone having sex live in front of me, and the woman was my beloved girlfriend. My hand moved faster and faster, and when I saw her trembling breasts, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated.

Looking around the room, I saw that the old monk, being older, was sweating after only a few minutes. My girlfriend also had fine beads of sweat on her body from the excitement, making her look even more sexy. The old monk, probably tired, finally couldn't resist climbing on top of his girlfriend and continuing to thrust. His scrotum slammed against her wet vulva with each stroke, his shrunken chest pressing against her full breasts, his eyes fixed on her face, which was exceptionally alluring due to her dazed state.

After a while, the old monk groaned, then his large penis thrust violently a few more times, his body trembling. I knew that the old man had definitely finished ejaculating, shooting his semen into my dear girlfriend's uterus. The old monk lay on top of my girlfriend for a while, then got up, dressed, opened her bag, took out her ID card and student ID, and then took out her phone, taking it into the inner room. After a while, he put it back in her bag.

Then he went inside and splashed some water on his girlfriend's face, patting her flushed cheeks as she said, "Get up, little beauty. Still want me to do you?" His girlfriend seemed still dazed, covering her head with her hands, her eyes open, not knowing what was happening. She asked, "What's wrong? Was I asleep?" Seeing the old monk leering at her, she realized she was naked. She cried out, covering her full, white breasts with one hand and pointing at the old monk with the other, saying, "You, you, what have you done to me?" Seeing his girlfriend on the verge of tears, the old monk calmly took out a video camera, turned it on, and handed it to her, saying, "Take a look for yourself."

She watched for a while, then covered her face and cried. The old monk touched her breast and said, "Don't cry, what's the use of crying? You enjoyed yourself just now, didn't you? Gao Yuanyuan, didn't you?" Upon hearing this, the girlfriend looked at the old monk in surprise, tears still streaming down her face. "Hehe, let me tell you, I've already written down your name, ID number, hometown, university, age, and phone number. You'd better behave, understand? Otherwise, I'll distribute your explicit photos everywhere. Think about the consequences!" His girlfriend had never experienced anything like this before, especially because of her family background; she was very concerned about her image. With a tearful voice, she said, "Please, let me go this once. You've already ruined me. Don't let my family and classmates know, okay?" "That depends on what you do, understand? Let me tell you, you're not allowed to change your phone number, you can't hang up on me, and you have to listen to me. If you don't, you should know the consequences." His girlfriend nodded pitifully.

The old monk helped his girlfriend get dressed, then said to her, "Actually, there's nothing wrong with sex. If you think about it, it's a kind of happiness. If you understand this later, you'll have to thank me. Haha, come here, little beauty, give me a kiss."
As he spoke, the old monk put his hand inside his girlfriend's skirt and started groping her. The girlfriend didn't dare to resist, her face too shy to lift, and she could only moan softly. The old monk, seemingly aroused again by his sexy and adorable girlfriend, pushed her to the bookshelf in the meditation room, turned her back to him, pulled down her panties, and slapped her round, white buttocks. Seemingly finding his rhythm again, he quickly pulled out his battle-hardened penis and aimed it at her wet, sweet vagina. Because her vagina still had some of the old monk's semen, his large penis slid in effortlessly. Since the old monk had just taken her virginity, the girlfriend's lower body was inevitably sore after the effects of the drug wore off. She couldn't help but let out a soft "oh" as the old monk thrust in and out, her body going limp and trembling involuntarily. "You little slut, it's a waste not to fuck you. Such nice tits and a tender pussy, how can I just let my time go to waste?" the old monk said lewdly as he fucked her. The girlfriend seemed to be aroused by the old monk's thrusting, her eyes closed, moaning softly, as if she were intoxicated. "I told you, didn't I? Nobody doesn't love this. Just look at your wanton little face. You'll have plenty of men fucking you in the future, but don't forget I'm your first man, haha!" The old monk said, but his lower body was working incredibly hard, knowing time was running out. Each time, his huge penis plunged completely into my girlfriend's tender little hole. The sounds were driving me crazy; I really wanted to join the old monk in thoroughly playing with my girlfriend. "Alright, you should get out of here now. If it weren't for the time being up, I would have done it to you again.

Consider this a souvenir, after all, it's your first time, hehe." The old monk patted my girlfriend's snow-white buttocks and casually pulled down her panties, stuffing them into his pocket. Seeing this, I quickly ran to the temple gate and sat down at the entrance, pretending nothing had happened. After a while, the old monk came out with his girlfriend. The girlfriend kept her head down and didn't say a word. The old monk bowed to her and said, "Amitabha, female benefactor, you have great wisdom and are destined to be with Buddha. I hope you will come often in the future." I cursed in my heart, "You old bald monk, you're not satisfied even after getting a good deal."

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