Gan Yang Yuying

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Due to work, I frequently travel to Europe and America for business. During these trips, I've had many romantic encounters, but the one on the plane was particularly unforgettable. It was a flight from Beijing to Los Angeles, with a scheduled stopover in Hong Kong. Before boarding, I knew it was going to be a long journey. How should I pass the time? Listen to music, watch videos, or read mindless magazines? I boarded the plane, found my seat, and gazed out the window at the low-hanging night sky, quietly waiting for takeoff. Suddenly, a delicate fragrance wafted over, and a girl stood beside me. "Excuse me, sir," a sweet and melodious voice said. I stood up, ready to let her into the back seat. Wow! My eyes lit up. Long, jet-black hair, a delicate oval face, black sunglasses, and a light red dress that concealed a 30A bust, her round buttocks beautifully outlining a curve. "Yang Yuying? You're Yang…" I couldn't help but exclaim. "Shh..." She playfully gestured for me to shut up. "Don't shout, I don't want anyone to recognize me." With that, she quickly slipped into her seat. "What are you afraid of? This is Hong Kong, nobody will pay you any attention." I sat down too. She sat quietly, looking out the window. "Ms. Yang, you went to America alone?" I broke the silence first. "Yes," she said somewhat resentfully. "Ah, I'm a huge fan of yours, I love all your songs, but I haven't heard you sing much lately," I asked knowingly, thinking to myself that she must have hooked up with a rich guy and been kept by someone. "Really? Do you want me to sign your autograph?" She giggled, but immediately covered her mouth and glanced around. "Seriously, you went on vacation? Where's your boyfriend?" "Don't mention him! It's all because of him, and his father. It's one thing to be doing business in America, but then they throw a party and call me over immediately to join in. So annoying! Oh, sorry." She realized she'd said something inappropriate. The plane had already taken off. About two or three minutes later, the cabin lights dimmed, and the passengers around me began to sleep. Yang Yuying and I were tired of chatting and prepared to rest. She had taken off her sunglasses, leaned her head against the back of her seat, and gradually drifted off to sleep. I silently watched her; her fair and quiet face, while not exactly beautiful, possessed a tender and endearing charm. Her ample breasts rose and fell evenly with her breathing, and her slender legs peeked out from under her knee-length skirt. Such a lovely singer being kept by someone—how despicable! A lewd image flashed through my mind: Lai Changxing's son, naked, was frantically thrusting into Yang Yuying in a doggy-style position, his hands gripping her bouncing breasts, while Lai Changxing, obese and dark-skinned, stood before her, his large, dark penis deeply inserted into her mouth, his hands gripping her hair as he thrust rapidly, Yang Yuying only able to moan softly… Thinking of this, my penis was extremely swollen, uncomfortably constricted by my underwear. I unzipped it, releasing it. Then, I turned to her, my heart pounding. How would she react? Would she scream "molestation," or silently resist? After all, she was a little slut, seemingly innocent, but who knows how many filthy things she'd done… My lips met hers, soft and wet, my tongue immediately slipping inside, the tip tapping against her pearly teeth. My hands weren't idle either. One grabbed her breast, kneading it—small, but firm and soft. The other held her small hand, moving it to my erect penis. Her body trembled violently, her eyes widening as she stared at what was happening before her, her face flushed red. She was about to react, but immediately suppressed it, her body throbbing violently, trying to break free. Her hand gripped my penis tightly, painfully, but she quickly realized what she was holding and tried to let go, but I held it firmly. As she gradually calmed down, my lips slightly parted from hers. "Don't make a sound, someone will see you like this, aren't you scared?" She nodded. "I'll be gentle, I'll make you feel good, okay?" She nodded again, but then shook her head. I kissed her, and she no longer resisted. My tongue easily slipped into her mouth, mingling with hers. One hand continued to caress her breasts, while the other guided her to masturbate me. Her breathing grew heavier, and her little hands moved faster and faster. Afraid I'd ejaculate soon, I quickly pulled away from her mouth. "We'll get our clothes dirty, let's go to the restroom," I whispered firmly in her ear. She shook her head, disagreeing. "I have a handkerchief," she gasped. "You don't want me to ejaculate on your face, do you?" I threatened. "Fine, you go first," she said helplessly. "You go first," I grabbed a newspaper, covered my genitals, and stood up to leave. She got up and came out too. I followed her, feeling ridiculous, my erection pointing directly at her swaying, taut buttocks. Most of the passengers on the plane were asleep; probably no one noticed us sneaking into the restroom. The restroom was small. I hugged her, and in the mirror, I saw us face-to-face, my hard penis pressing against her lower abdomen, her hands wrapped around my waist. My hands gently stroked her back, then moved to her neck, found the zipper of her skirt, and slowly unzipped it. In the mirror, her fair back was gradually revealed. I unhooked her bra straps and, grabbing the side of her skirt suit, peeled it off her body along with the bra. Her body trembled slightly. The skirt suit silently slipped to the floor, leaving her only in her panties. I kissed her for a while, then lifted her light body and placed her on the washbasin. I began kissing her neck, then her smooth shoulders, finally stopping at her breasts. Her breasts were round and full, two small peaks standing proudly on her white plain, pink nipples playfully trembling. I couldn't wait to lick, suck, and stir them. She let out moans. Her nipples had become hard and erect, about 1.5 centimeters long, something I had never seen before, quite beautiful. I took turns sucking on her two breasts, my hands slowly spreading her legs. I reached under her panties, and wow! Her vulva was already overflowing with moisture. My fingers rubbed and kneaded incessantly, her juices seeping through her panties. I knelt down, kissing her from her chest down to her vulva. Following her smooth thighs, I removed her last piece of clothing and placed her legs on my shoulders. Her pubic hair was sparse, her labia light brown, her clitoris, the size of a mung bean, rosy and glistening—truly a top-quality vulva! I began licking her labia majora, my fingertips pressing against her clitoris in circles. Delicious, so good! Soon, my face was covered in her juices. I stood up, unbuckled my belt, and pulled down my shorts; I needed the sensual contact of my testicles and vulva! I grasped my penis, the head pounding against her labia. "Do you want to feel good?" "Mmm…yes," she gasped. "Then beg me." The head rubbed against her labia. "Mmm…good brother…good younger brother…good husband, come in quickly." Looking at her wanton state, her once delicate features were gone. I pressed the head of my penis against her vaginal opening and slowly pushed it in. "Ah..." we both cried out at the same time. Oh! It's fucking tight! Wet, slippery, and warm, like eating a popsicle on a hot summer day, like snuggling under the covers in the dead of winter. I wanted to put my testicles in too. I closed my eyes and enjoyed this wonderful feeling for a while, then started thrusting from slow to fast. "Is it comfortable?" "Mmm..." "Do you like me fucking you?" "Mmm..." I suddenly sped up the pace, slamming my body heavily against her, my testicles hitting her anus powerfully. "Oh... I like it... I love it so much... It feels so good... Slower... Gently..." she stammered. "Does it feel better when my husband fucks you... or when I fuck you?" I lowered the frequency. "You... are good..." "Has your father-in-law fucked you?" "..." I started thrusting hard again, repeating the same trick. "Oh...oh! We did it...secretly..." Her eyes were closed, her face flushed red, whether from shame or orgasm, I couldn't tell. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her breasts heaving violently from the impact. "Would you like them to do you at the same time?" "No! Oh...yes..." Her moans grew louder, her vagina tightened violently, and copious amounts of vaginal fluid gushed out, dripping from her testicles onto the floor. I felt so good being squeezed like that that I lost control, a surge of heat erupting from my penis, shooting out from the glans and hitting her cervix. "Ah...ah..." we both cried out, reaching orgasm simultaneously! She held me tightly, and I collapsed onto her. Her vagina contracted and relaxed rhythmically. "Oh...don't move," I pleaded. She giggled softly on my shoulder. After a while, I pulled away from her. She began cleaning herself... We dressed and quietly returned to our cabin...The next morning, we chatted happily as we had the night before, as if nothing had happened. At noon, the plane arrived in Los Angeles, and I saw her being picked up by a group of people. Watching her graceful figure get into the car, I pursed my lips, savoring the ecstasy of the previous night, "That little brat Yang Yuying was so amazing!" [The End]

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