Weekend Valentine's Hotline

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Weekend Lover's Hotline: "I slowly unbuttoned your shirt, one button at a time..."
"Hey, I'm wearing a pullover!"
"..."
"Hurry up!"
"I couldn't bear the torment any longer, so I forcefully ripped open your top, revealing... What brand of underwear are you wearing?"

"Sevier."
"Revealing your spiral lace bra, I grabbed your right breast with my hand..."
"Ah...okay..."
"I vigorously rubbed your breasts, then ripped off your bra, your nipple was already erect."
"Mmm..."
"I opened my mouth and took your tender bud into my mouth, rubbing it with my tongue until it was even hotter, while my other hand grabbed your left breast..."
"Oh..."
"I rubbed your nipple with my thumb and forefinger, and it trembled under my caresses."
"Ah...
" "My hand continued its downward attack, exploring down your exquisite curves, past your navel, to your mysterious triangle area, is it wet there?

"Yes! Yes!"
"I extended my middle finger and gently parted your already open petals; the nectar quickly soaked my hand."
"Mmm..."
"I slowly inserted my first knuckle..."
"Ah..."
"Your narrow entrance gripped my finger so tightly, I then inserted my finger to the second knuckle..."
"Oh..."
"Your inside is full of uneven bumps and granules; I inserted my entire finger and then moved it from side to side..."
"Mmm...good..."

"I found your G-spot and rubbed it hard; your whole body arched."
"Oh..."
"Your love juice increased, flowing all over my hand; my mouth wasn't idle either, biting your nipples, nibbling at your areolas with my teeth, my tongue constantly teasing your clitoris."
"Ah...oh..."
"I kissed down to your navel, filling it with my saliva."
"..."
"I continued to explore downwards, combing your pubic hair."
"Mmm..."
"Your thighs were wide open, and my finger was still inside you."
"Oh..."
"I pulled my finger out, and your lower body kept squeezing it, as if you wouldn't let it go."
"Don't pull it out..."
"I stuck out my tongue, circled the pearl above your opening, and gently sucked on it."

"Ah..."
"I traced your petals with my tongue, like drawing a picture, then curled my tongue up and put it inside you..."
"Uh..."
"As my tongue went in and out, your body twisted violently, your hands grabbing my hair, wanting to stuff my head completely inside you..."
"Ouch..."
"I lifted my head, grabbed my already erect penis, and aimed it at your entrance."
"Oh..."
"I was facing the center of your petals, but I wasn't in a hurry to insert it."
"Hmm, don't tease me, hurry! I want it..."

"I put it in a little bit, and you were like a baby sucking on a nipple, making sucking noises, wanting to suck it all in..."
"Ah... hurry up, I can't take it anymore..."
"I want to go all the way in at once..."
"Ah... ah..."
"..." "
...?"
"..."
"What are you doing? Hurry up!"

"...Miss, I'm sorry, it's my closing time. Please come earlier next time!"
"What?"
"Thank you for your patronage. Please call again if needed, and the next shift will serve you."
"Hey! What are you guys doing?"
"..."
"Hey? Hey? You can't just leave her like this! Hey? Hey?" He drove his Lotus sports car slowly toward the gate of a famous university. It

was five o'clock in the afternoon, and many students had finished class. The school gate was full of lively and energetic students. Every time he came to pick up Xiaoru, he felt old.
Although he was only twenty-five years old, handsome and dashing, with a tall and straight figure, and no signs of aging, he still felt old.

A light and graceful girl in a pale yellow dress walked out of the school gate. After seeing him, she ran toward him with light steps, stretched out her slender hand, and gently circled him. She
also circled his heart.

"Brother Che, where are we going to eat today?" Her soft and sweet voice melted his heart.
"Go wherever you want." He looked at Xiaoru with doting eyes as she pondered earnestly. He
had first met her when she was only five, with yellow braids, a delicate face, rosy cheeks, and swollen eyes from crying. Her whole family had died, leaving her an orphan like him.
As the head of the orphanage, he became her protector, and she became the only solace for his lonely heart.

"Xiaoru, this is…" A familiar female voice sent chills down his spine. He looked towards the source of the voice; a stylishly dressed woman was speaking to Xiaoru.
Xiaoru affectionately hugged his arm, smiling sweetly, and said, "This is my brother Che."
Then she turned to him and said, "Brother Che, this is my classmate Xu Jingjing, we all call her Xiaojing."

Xiaojing generously extended her hand and said, "Hello!"
He mechanically extended his hand, his voice seemingly stuck in his throat. "Hello." Xiaojing quickly glanced at him, her expression full of surprise.
Unable to bear her gaze, he pulled Xiaoru into his sports car and sped away.
Every time he was intimate with Xiaoru, he would stop at the crucial moment.
Xiaoru's starry eyes were half-closed, and she sighed alluringly, "Brother Che..." He hugged her tightly, on the verge of tears.

Xiaoru was still a virgin; he told her this was what sex was like, and she believed him.
"The new Saint Laurent handbags this season are so beautiful!"
He kissed her forehead and said, "I'll buy them for you next week!"
"Brother Che, you're the best!" She nestled in his arms, smiling happily.

So he came here again this weekend. He was the one who raised Xiaoru to be like this; from childhood to adulthood, whenever she asked, he would do everything he could to get it for her.
Xiaoru grew more and more beautiful, and her appetite grew bigger and bigger. Designer clothes, monthly body shaping and beauty treatments, and recently she even asked for placenta injections.
So he came here every weekend, taking clients by phone, earning money to satisfy her endless desires. He was very popular in this industry; many clients specifically requested him.
The phone rang, but this time he was uneasy. Was it because of that girl named Xiaojing? He picked up the phone and said in a formulaic tone, "Hello, this is the Weekend Lovers' Hotline..."

"Brother Che! It really is you!" came Xiaoru's incredulous voice from the other end. His stomach felt like it had been punched hard, his insides churning.
"Xiaojing told me you were doing this, and I absolutely refused to believe it... Brother Che, how could you?" His throat was hoarse, unable to speak.
"You're disgusting, I don't want to see you again!" The phone hung up, the dial tone like the sound of a stopped heartbeat. He gripped the receiver tightly, his knuckles white. Another call came in.
He was so red, so red that he didn't even have time to rest. "Hello, this is the Weekend Lovers' Hotline..." he recited as if reciting a memorized text. Tears, however, streamed down his face.

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