A crazy afternoon with my best friend's girlfriend

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Life is like a journey. But what is a journey like? Is a journey like a period of life? That's nonsense. What
I really want to say is: a journey is like sex.
What? You say that's even more nonsense? Think about it, when you're planning a trip, aren't you filled with anticipation and longing for the unknown world? Isn't that similar to the mindset you have before meeting your last beautiful woman?
And when you're sightseeing with a few good friends, having a blast and having a blast, isn't that the same state of complete enjoyment and release you feel when you're having sex with a beautiful woman? What? You say there are times when you encounter places that don't live up to their reputation, and those times don't feel like sex, they feel like torture. Actually, that doesn't contradict my theory. Don't tell me every woman you've slept with has satisfied you; there will always be times when you're disgusted. Having sex with a woman you've never slept with, and visiting a place you've never been to before, can have surprises and unexpected events; the principle is actually the same.
Of course, the most similar thing about travel and sex is the state after orgasm.
No matter how alluring a woman is, after you've fully enjoyed yourself inside her, and you're naked and embracing, all that's left is an endless emptiness. Of course, new passions may ignite, but at least for that moment, you're empty. In this emptiness after satisfaction, you might light cigarettes, embrace gently, exchange sweet nothings, and experience the new kind of relationship that comes after physical intimacy.
The same applies to travel. No matter how satisfying a trip, it will eventually end. When you drag your tired body back to the mundane routine of work, you'll try to retain as many beautiful memories as you would after making love.
After a trip to Saipan with some friends, we reunited at one of their homes for dinner. Besides lunch and playing cards, another purpose was to share the photos we'd taken. Usually, everyone gathers together during this time, copying photos and joking about embarrassing moments from the trip. However, two members were missing today: my best friend and his girlfriend. My best friend was busy; he went on a business trip after returning from Saipan. His girlfriend, being too shy to hang out with us while he was away, made an excuse not to come.
After dinner, everyone turned on their laptops or tablets, plugged in their memory cards, and started looking at photos. Honestly, the best thing about a beach trip is that your eyes get a feast. Of course, all of us men were glued to the bikini-clad beauties.
"Wow, that foreign girl's ass is huge, it could crush you!"
"Wow, she's got huge breasts! She looks like an adult film star!"
"Pah, you men are shameless!" Similar banter rose and fell, but actually, those foreign women weren't what we were really interested in. The
men present were all hiding their true focus—my best friend's girlfriend. We all called her the enchantress, and she really was. Not only did she have a beautiful face and a commanding figure, but she also had a cheerful and adorable personality, often leaving us completely mesmerized. Now, many of the photos we exchange are close-ups of the enchantress. The enchantress had a strong presence in front of the camera, and she always wore a different bikini. Her exposed, snow-white skin and the sexy curves outlined by the bikini made men's minds wander.
Her cleavage was so tight and deep that every man wanted to plunge into it. When a friend started showing us a tug-of-war scene at the beach, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. It turned out that during that tug-of-war, I was in the same group as the enchantress, and I was right behind her. As she leaned back with force, her body inevitably kept bumping into my lower abdomen. And then, I embarrassed myself—her shapely, soft, and textured buttocks, partially hidden by her bikini, made my breathing increasingly rapid. I was already trying to suppress myself, but suddenly my penis became erect, hard and stiff, pressing against her buttocks through her beach shorts!

I remember the enchantress's body twisted slightly, then returned to normal, and everyone continued to cheer and pull. However, the enchantress's ample buttocks sank even further back, almost directly onto my genitals. I was incredibly excited, thrusting my rock-hard penis forward with all my might. I didn't care about the outcome of the tug-of-war at all; I was only focused on rubbing my genitals against the enchantress's buttocks.
Looking back now, I was incredibly reckless! You see, the enchantress was facing her boyfriend, and I was standing behind my girlfriend. Although no one would notice in such an intense situation, weren't there people taking pictures? Oh my god! What if my girlfriend saw my beach shorts bulging, and that I was desperately clinging to the enchantress's buttocks? She would definitely cut off my manhood!
Fortunately, tragedy struck. Although someone filmed the tug-of-war, there were too many onlookers, and no angle could capture a close-up of my genitals rubbing against the enchantress's.
Thank goodness! I escaped unscathed, and the absurd scene of that day became clearer and clearer. As I savored the memory, I continued admiring the photos of the enchantress. Unlike my companions who preferred staring at her breasts, my first glance at each photo was always at the crotch of her bikini bottoms—that slightly bulging area concealing an alluring secret. When I was desperately pressing my penis against her buttocks that day, I probably touched her perineum and crotch a few times, right? I was rock hard that day; I wondered if any juices were leaking from those bulging mounds?
Oh no, my penis was acting up again; I don't know when it started, but it had already gotten hard in my trousers. My girlfriend snuggled up to me, looking at the photos and exclaiming excitedly. I picked up my iPad and got up, saying I needed to use the restroom. My girlfriend said unhappily, "Why do you always bring your iPad to the restroom?"
"Hehe, I'm bored. I'll bake a cake and play some games."
"Ugh!" My girlfriend was exasperated by my habit, but she had her own iPad, so there was no need to make a fuss. Of course, she would never know that I brought the iPad into the bathroom for a different purpose. I went into the restroom, sat on the toilet, and started pulling up the photos I'd just copied, vigorously masturbating to the images of the alluring woman's figure, especially her bulging vulva.
After finishing, I felt no satisfaction; instead, I seemed even more aroused. What to do? Take my girlfriend home to vent my frustrations? She's a woman who enjoys having fun, and she definitely wouldn't want to go back like that. Besides, to be honest, I didn't really want to be with her right now. Then, an idea flashed through my mind.
I called a colleague from the bathroom, telling him I was at a party I didn't want to be at and asking him to rescue me. Ten minutes later, I received a call from my colleague demanding I work overtime urgently. My girlfriend was furious, so I apologized profusely to everyone and ran away.
As soon as I got downstairs, I called the enchantress. A languid yet sexy voice came from the other end, "Hmm? Is that Wang Qiang? Did you guys have fun?"
"My lady, how could we have fun without you? By the way, I copied the photos, shall I bring them over?" I suggested directly.
The enchantress seemed to hesitate for a moment, "Okay, in half an hour, I'll be home right away." Actually, the enchantress was probably taking a nap at home right now, but she had told us earlier that she had other plans for the afternoon, so
I had to make up an excuse. But that wasn't the key point; the key point was that the enchantress had agreed to my visit! You see, my best friend was away on a business trip, and the enchantress was now all alone at home. Wasn't that a lot to imagine? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel incredibly excited and quickly drove off. When I arrived at the enchantress's house, there were still ten minutes left before the agreed half hour, but I still impatiently rang the doorbell downstairs. The enchantress opened the door, and when I went upstairs to her door, I found it ajar, clearly already welcoming my arrival. I still knocked on the door politely, and the enchantress's clear and sweet voice came from inside: "Wang Qiang? Come in."
"Wow, so beautiful!" I immediately saw the enchantress sitting at the living room table, fiddling with a laptop.
She was wearing a bright gold, shimmering mini-dress, sitting sideways at the table, her face turned towards the computer but her body facing me, giving me a feast for the eyes—the neckline of the tight gold dress was extremely low, revealing her enchanting breasts, the deep cleavage tempting to sin; her knees were very politely closed, her legs spread outwards, which should have prevented any exposure, but the skirt was so short that it still created a triangular vacuum at the hem. Although the lighting prevented me from seeing the full view under the skirt, this tantalizing effect only fueled my desire, and I couldn't help but lick my lips.
The enchantress's allure wasn't limited to her private parts; her long legs peeking out from under the mini-dress were absolutely exquisite, her flawless skin smooth as jade, and she wore leopard-print pointed high heels.
"Wang Qiang, you've come at the perfect time! My computer keeps restarting for no reason lately! It works fine after I take it to the shop, it's driving me crazy!" The enchantress seemed oblivious to my lecherous stare at her, continuing to intently stare at the computer screen.
I'm considered a computer expert among my friends; I've helped the enchantress with her computer a few times before. I walked over and said, "It's probably a memory problem. Could you bring it to me for testing when it's convenient?"
"Okay, thank you again!" The enchantress stretched, tilting her head back and smiling at me. That smile made me even more dazed. Looking down at her, I could see her cleavage was incredibly deep, and when she stretched, one of her shoulder straps had slipped down. If it weren't for the tight skirt, she would have been completely exposed. With such a revealing skirt, she probably wasn't wearing a bra, right? And yet, her breasts were so firm.
"You're so annoying!" The enchantress tugged at her collar, giving me a coquettish glare. I scratched my head awkwardly and took out the external hard drive. "Let me copy the photos for you first."
"Okay!" The enchantress gave me her chair, pulled it over, sat down next to me, crossed her legs, and tilted her head to watch me work.
God, why is the enchantress so alluring no matter what pose she strikes? The effect of her legs being crossed like that was that her entire leg was displayed in a streamlined shape in front of me, all the way to the high heels on her toes, forming a perfect curve. And the way she tilted her head to look at me was so cute and sexy, with her long hair draped to one side, and I could see her sparkly earrings in my direction.
I suddenly wondered: the enchantress was clearly alone at home, so why was she dressed so formally?
"Wang Qiang, help yourself to some fruit if you want!" The enchantress, as the hostess, greeted me politely, and there was indeed an exquisite fruit basket on the table.
I chuckled and mischievously pulled a banana from the fruit basket. "I'll eat it later, why don't you have one first?"
"Thank you!" The vixen gracefully accepted my initiative.
I thought to myself that this beauty had probably just woken up and hadn't realized I was joking. Just as I was feeling smug, I suddenly gasped: the vixen took the banana, peeled off the top, opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, licked the banana tip, took a bite, and then licked her wet lips!
This blatant seduction made my poor little brother suddenly erect, making me inwardly smile bitterly at my own manhood: Calm down, calm down, she's licking the banana, not you, you pervert!
"Hmm, very good! Wow, let me see this one too!" The vixen seemed completely unaware of the arousal her actions had triggered in me, watching me copy the photos while directing me to show her the pictures.
"Okay, is this one?" I replied, my eyes constantly darting towards her body.
"Idiot, it's not this one, it's the one with the coconut tree background!" the enchantress said, putting down her crossed legs and spreading them apart, bringing her face closer.
OMG! I needed tissues; my nose was about to bleed: when the enchantress opened her legs like that, I was horrified to see her pink panties under her skirt, and the bulge of her vulva on the crotch! This was the vulva I'd been dreaming of, the one I'd just been masturbating to! A lone man and woman, so close to me, almost within reach!
This wicked girl, did she know she was exposed? Or was she deliberately trying to make me bleed from the nose? I really couldn't say. This was because the enchantress was a clever and rational woman; she knew how to use her beauty to gain good relationships, but she was by no means a woman without principles.
In short, the enchantress let me be tormented by lust. She noticed one of her bra straps was down, so she adjusted it, only to find that the strap on the side closest to me had also fallen down. When she leaned closer to look at the photos, they inevitably brushed against each other, her earrings, sideburns, and one soft breast occasionally resting on my shoulder.
I kept glancing at her cleavage through her pink panties, my desire burning, and I couldn't help but speak more and more lewdly: "Hey, you vixen, your swim trunks look like thongs! I remember so many foreigners' eyes practically popped out that day!"
"What? They're not thongs, okay? I'm just a little bit bigger than when I bought them, so they look a bit small!" The vixen playfully punched me.
Just then, a tug-of-war photo appeared on the slideshow. Even though it was just the two of us in the room, I still whispered in the vixen's ear, "Thank goodness no one took a close-up of us!"
"Hmph, you pervert! You still have any shame!" The vixen smiled sweetly; she clearly remembered the scene from that day too.
"I'm innocent! Is it my fault? It was your butt that seduced me, okay?" I protested.
"I accidentally bumped into you, it wasn't intentional! Who knew you'd react so strongly?" The vixen laughed smugly.
"I didn't mean to, I just couldn't help myself! Who can blame me when our enchantress is so sexy?" I said.
"Come on..." The enchantress's voice was a little hoarse because I tentatively put my hand around her waist. She didn't pull away.
"Really, enchantress, you don't even need to touch me, I can't help myself when I see you." My breathing quickened, the enchantress's fragrance filling my nostrils.
"So you're a pervert, huh? I haven't done anything, and you've already done that. If I did, what would you do?" The enchantress chuckled.
"What else do you want, baby?" My hand slid to the enchantress's inner thigh.
"Wang Qiang, don't..." The enchantress's voice lowered, and she forcefully pulled my hand away.
"Don't worry, enchantress, I just like you so much. But I won't bully you, you're my best friend's girlfriend." I knew the importance of playing hard to get.
"You know that's good." The enchantress seemed to sigh with relief, yet also seemed a little disappointed.
I felt the enchantress's breathing quicken, but I didn't force myself to hold her. Instead, I stood up and continued showing her the photos. My penis was fully erect by now, and I let it rub against her body, rising and falling. Even if outsiders were present, they wouldn't think there was anything wrong with our intimacy, but only we knew the true feelings.
"Mmm..." The enchantress moaned as my penis pressed against her right breast. But she didn't say anything, and the ambiguity continued to rise. My breathing became more and more rapid, and I also noticed the enchantress's breasts rising and falling. My best friend had been away on a business trip for several days. Would a sexy woman with such a strong desire not crave the lubrication of a man's penis?
Just as I was harboring my own ulterior motives, the enchantress's phone rang. She jumped up as if granted a reprieve, grabbed the phone in a few strides, and sat down on the sofa to answer: "Huh? Me, panting? No, I just ran over to get the phone... I've been staying home all by myself... Missing you, of course I miss you!" It was my best friend calling. Did he have some kind of premonition, knowing I was flirting with his girlfriend?
Looking at the enchantress's alluring figure on the sofa, my desire intensified. The enchantress gave me a slightly embarrassed look before continuing the call: "I already said I miss you, what more do you want? Ah, no kissing..." Ha, so my best friend likes to add a touch of romance over the phone? This discovery excited me even more; I especially loved seeing her shy expression. This girl was now in a difficult position—her best friend wanted to flirt on the phone, and she couldn't say she wasn't available.
"Why don't you wait for me, I'm going into the bedroom," the enchantress said, unable to resist the phone call's persistent advances, and stood up to leave.
How could I let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip by? I lunged forward and pinned the enchantress to the sofa.
"Ah, I'm fine, I just twisted my ankle... um, it's all better now... oh, don't kiss me..." It was hard to tell whether the enchantress's last words were directed at her boyfriend on the phone or at me, because I was already kneeling between her legs, my tongue lolling out, aiming for her alluring pink clitoris and giving it a sharp lick.
"Mmm... you bad boy, you actually kissed me there through my panties..." The enchantress's voice became even more seductive.
My tongue softly slid over the enchantress's vulva, the slight shadow peeking through her panties—it was the enchantress's glossy pubic hair. I aimed at that protruding shape, sometimes gently sweeping the tip of my tongue, sometimes spitting out a sharp sip at the cleft, and then opening my lips to kiss that little mound of flesh fiercely.
"Ah, you naughty husband, it feels so good! Yes, yes, lick there, harder, oh oh oh!" The enchantress even pressed her hand on my head, clearly enjoying herself immensely. Because of her pressure, my face was pressed against her crotch, the wonderful fleshy feel and feminine scent making me even more lost in pleasure.
"Mmm, husband, it itches inside, I'm wet, all sticky..." To my best friend, the enchantress was flirting with him on the phone. Actually, the real situation was that the enchantress was live-streaming my teasing of her. Seeing the pinkish clitoris deepening in color and the moisture spreading, I was no longer satisfied with just scratching the surface, so I simply squeezed my fingers inside her panties from the side. As soon as my fingers entered, I felt an indescribable heat, the soft flesh inside seemingly trying to envelop my fingers.
"Ah, husband, what are you doing? No, don't touch my panties, I'm so embarrassed..." the enchantress gasped and pouted. What a beauty, simultaneously arousing the desires of two men. This is the kind of woman men love most—seductive and intelligent, overflowing with allure.
Amidst the enchantress's wanton moans, my fingers parted the edge of her panties, revealing her delicate labia.
Her labia minora were exceptionally tender, shimmering with a glistening sheen, and the soft flesh of her tight opening was even slightly pulsating.
The enchantress, after all, was a young woman, and being stared at so closely by someone other than her boyfriend made her blush. She moaned into the phone, reaching out to push my face away. How could I let go of this already-at-my-mouth feast? I gently grasped her small hand, then pressed my lips to the cleft of her vulva.
A stimulating and pleasantly pungent aroma filled my nostrils, and I began to suckle vigorously, not caring whether I was sucking her labia majora, labia minora, vaginal walls, or clitoris. The enchantress cried out,
"Oh my god, I'm going to die! Be gentle! You're going to devour my little cunt!" I felt her lower abdomen thrust upwards, followed by a gush of hot fluid. I instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late; a salty, fishy-smelling fluid instantly soaked my face. I simply stuck out my tongue and swept it up and down her wet vulva, sometimes like a whirlwind, sometimes like a gentle boat gliding across water. At first, the taste of her fluids was a little strange, but as I tasted more and more, I felt it was a rare nectar.
The enchantress moaned continuously as I licked her, and occasionally tried to touch her genitals. I understood what she meant, so I moved my tongue upwards, found the already protruding clitoris on top of her labia, and began to lick it with the tip of my tongue. The enchantress's tender clitoris became even more glistening and alluring as I licked it.
"Ahhh, so good!" the enchantress cried out.
Seemingly in return for my service, her juices flowed more and more, continuously filling my mouth. Her legs spread wider and wider, her plump buttocks swaying on the sofa.
"Honey, so good, I want to eat your big cock too!" the enchantress demanded of her best friend on the other end of the phone. I was overjoyed and jumped up.
The enchantress looked up at me while talking on the phone. I had been so focused on enjoying her lower body that I only now noticed her face was flushed and translucent, many times more beautiful than usual. I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my trousers and underwear. My already erect penis sprang out with a thud, almost hitting the enchantress's delicate face.
The enchantress's eyes widened, her mouth pressed against the phone, but her eyes remained fixed on my penis: "Honey, your cock is so big!" I brought my penis closer to her, pressing the head against her cheek. Her breathing became heavy: "Honey, wait a minute, I forgot to use my earphones... Hmm, I'll suck your cock right away , okay?"
Okay, of course! I answered in my mind, for my best friend on the other end of the phone. The enchantress put on her Bluetooth earphones and adjusted her posture. I stood on the sofa, hands on the backrest,
my penis already at her lips. "Honey, I'm going to suck your cock! Hmm, oh oh oh..." Her words turned into breath as she took my penis into her mouth, making "slurping" sounds, making it even thicker and harder, throbbing in her little mouth.
I was so turned on I almost fell off the sofa, but the vixen spat my penis out and continued talking on the phone: "Honey, can you hear me? I'm sucking your cock, okay? Do you like it? Want some more?" Even though I was just being used as a prop, I was willing! The vixen took my penis back into her mouth and started sucking, her tongue constantly swirling and teasing the tender flesh of my glans, making me want to moan.
"So big, so hard, honey, you're the best, oh oh!" Perhaps to stimulate me, or perhaps to appease her boyfriend on the other end of the phone, the vixen continued talking on the phone while giving me oral sex.
This intermittent licking made me even more aroused, and I couldn't stand it anymore. I jumped off the sofa, picked up the vixen, and made her stick her butt out, her back to me. The vixen turned her head and struggled desperately, meaning I shouldn't force myself
on her. Although we had already given each other oral sex, this was mainly due to the chance encounter during our phone flirting. The vixen was clearly not mentally prepared for actual sex. Moreover, she was definitely worried that if I started having sex with her, she would easily give herself away on the phone. So, the look in her eyes when she turned to look at me was full of pleading. I felt a little soft-hearted, but the die was cast, so how could I not go?
I hugged the enchantress from behind and whispered in her ear that wasn't covered by her headset, "Baby, I'll go in gently, okay?" I lay on the enchantress's back like this, my penis pressed between her upturned buttocks.
The enchantress obviously wanted to be fucked too, and said into the phone, "Honey, take me, but go slowly, I haven't done it for several days, it's a little tight." With the enchantress's permission, I pushed her down onto the sofa, making her arch her back in a doggy-style position. I quickly pulled aside the enchantress's skirt, pulled down her pink panties, revealing her little cunt, and then pressed my long-suppressed penis between her labia.
I had originally intended to be gentle, as the enchantress had hoped, but when the head of my penis touched the writhing flesh at the entrance of her vagina, all my plans vanished. I let out a soft cry, and my stiff penis plunged in, hitting her very core!
"Ahhhhh, husband, husband, you're so bad, oh, you're going to tear my cunt apart!" The enchantress never expected me to penetrate her so roughly, and let out a cry that was hard to tell if it was a protest or a sound of surprise.
At the same time, it was as if a torrent of fluid had burst forth from the enchantress's body, a dam bursting open, her juices gushing out incessantly. My penis felt incredibly good being enveloped by her elastic vaginal cavity, and when I pulled it out sharply, it brought with it a spray of honeyed juice!
"Ugh, bad husband, fuck me, fuck me to death!" The enchantress lay on the sofa, screaming incessantly.
I gripped the enchantress's buttocks on either side, swaying my hips wildly, letting my penis relentlessly plunge in again and again, causing her to arch her large buttocks repeatedly, as if resisting, yet also welcoming.
I forcefully spread her buttocks apart, so I could fully witness the entire process of my penis entering her vagina. I watched my penis forcefully squeeze into the tender flesh of her opening, and then pull out with it, it was incredibly stimulating!
The enchantress's vaginal canal seemed to be changing, becoming tighter and more elastic, as if countless tiny mouths were kissing my penis inside. With each thrust, in addition to the clear fluid, there was a large amount of milky white love juice, soaking my penis. The abundant moisture and extreme fleshiness made this physical struggle sound amazing; my penis made a clear "plop" sound with each thrust. If the enchantress hadn't been screaming into her earpiece, her best friend on the other end of the phone might have heard it!
"Husband, you're so good, mmm, hurry, cum inside me, I want it!" The enchantress issued a new command into the earpiece.
But I really couldn't obey this command, because I didn't have the urge to ejaculate yet, only the urge to keep making those ecstatic piston-like movements! My response to the enchantress was to thrust into her body even faster.
The enchantress's voice became more and more indistinct, and every time I entered her, her body would tremble, the extra-long earrings hanging from her earlobes would swing violently, dazzling the eyes. And when my penis was pulled out, she seemed unable to bear the emptiness of her vagina, always actively thrusting her plump buttocks back to welcome my next insertion.
"Oh oh oh oh, I'm going to be fucked to death by my husband... mmm, I can't take it anymore..." I enjoyed the enchantress's painful yet pleasurable screams, and even more enjoyed the tightness of her vaginal cavity enveloping me. Suddenly, a gush of vaginal fluid spurted out, drenching my erect penis. A wave of tingling sensation washed over me simultaneously, and the enchantress's clitoris was noticeably contracting, the inner walls gripping me tightly!
"Ugh!" I forced back a cry, ejaculating violently amidst the contractions and throbbing of the enchantress's clitoris! I could feel my semen, plentiful and hot, gushing forth continuously!
"Ahhhhh, husband, you're killing me! It's so hot!" the enchantress cried out, her voice quickly fading as she slumped onto the sofa.
After what seemed like an eternity, the enchantress's voice returned softly: "Husband, shouldn't you be working?" I was resting on the sofa, leaning against the enchantress's ample buttocks, and for a moment I thought she was talking to me. I almost answered, but then I realized: she hadn't hung up yet. So, I continued listening to the enchantress on the phone: "It's all your fault, I'm completely exhausted... Hmm, I'm going to take a shower, you should too, hmm, work hard, I'll wait for you..." The enchantress finally hung up, and I climbed over her and hugged her tightly.
The enchantress seemed to have been waiting for this moment, and immediately hugged me back. Our lips met instantly, thirstily sucking on each other's lips and tongues until we were breathless and had to separate.
"Beast!" That was the enchantress's first word.
I hugged the enchantress, who was still wearing her skirt and underwear, and blinked. "How am I a beast?"
"Still saying no? I'm your best friend's girlfriend, and you actually..." The enchantress couldn't finish her sentence.
"What did I do to you?" I laughed.
"You know it yourself!" The enchantress wouldn't say.
I countered, "If I'm a beast, then what are you?"
"What am I?" the enchantress asked, puzzled.
I fiddled with her earring, whispering in her earlobe, "I'm a beast, and you've had sex with someone. So, what are you? There are only two possibilities."
"What two?" the enchantress asked.
"The most likely possibility is that you're a beast too!" I said.
"I'm not! You raped me!" the enchantress protested. "What's the other possibility?"
"Well, you're not a beast, but you had sex with a beast. That's called bestiality!" I laughed.
"You're so wicked! How can you be so shameless!" The enchantress beneath me rolled over to hit me.
We wrestled on the sofa, and finally I pinned her down, my arms wrapped tightly around her. The enchantress's body became even softer, boneless. I asked her in a hoarse voice, "Baby, how does bestiality feel?"
"So exciting..." Her outburst was just a facade; the enchantress was exceptionally gentle after sex. "But, Wang Qiang, we..." the enchantress frowned slightly.
I hugged her and said, "Baby, I know what you mean. Actually, you have a great boyfriend, and I have a great girlfriend. We shouldn't be like this. But, you know, I've liked you for a long time, and I've been suppressing it for so long."
The enchantress was moved by my sincerity. She gently stroked my hair and said, "I know... so I don't blame you for what happened today, especially since you ejaculated inside me..."
"Baby, since we've already gone this far, let's indulge ourselves. You know what kind of person I am; I won't bother you unless you allow it." My fingers began to slide across the enchantress's skin.
The enchantress's large eyes sparkled. She suddenly pressed close to me, resting her chin on my shoulder, and asked, "Wang Qiang, have you really liked me for a long time?"
"Yes! Actually, I liked you the first time I saw you! Do you remember? That time we first met at the nightclub, you were wearing a black mini-skirt and pink underwear, your figure was so good that all of us men were drooling!"
"You're so mean! You even know what underwear I'm wearing!" the enchantress protested, her face beaming with happiness.
"Of course I knew, it was just a tiny mini-skirt!" I continued, "But honestly, back then I was just envious of my buddies having such a sexy partner. Later, after we got to know each other, I realized that you're not only stunningly beautiful and have a great figure, but you're also intelligent and witty. The feeling of being with you must have been amazing. Back then, I thought, if I could make love with you just once in this life, it would be worth dying for!"
"Silly boy, aren't you making love with me now?" the enchantress murmured, stroking my back.
"Then can I die?" I asked.
"I don't want you to die! You'd just kill yourself after you've done this to me? How irresponsible!" the enchantress retorted.
"Then I'll definitely take responsibility to the end," I smiled.
"Hmm, Wang Qiang, I believe you. Even if we can't do this anymore, you won't blame me, right?" the enchantress asked softly.
"Yes!" I nodded. Actually, the future? Who knows? Did the enchantress even have a definite answer?
Beneath her, the fabric sofa was slick with her recent fluids. Only a flawless woman like a vixen deserves such wholehearted kissing and worship from a man, and the burning passion that ignites within him.

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