True Love in the Entertainment Industry

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First Night

After a boring two-week trip to Korea and Japan with my wife, she chose to spend the last week of her vacation in Beijing. I, however, came to Hong Kong for work and, with the help of a friend, set foot in Dongguan, China's sex capital, for the first time.

July in Dongguan was incredibly hot and humid; I was drenched in sweat as soon as I left the train station. I quickly took a taxi to the hotel I had booked in advance – the Yihao International Hotel. This hotel is comparable to the Sofitel in Australia, a 4-star or higher hotel. The environment and facilities were excellent; the rooms were large and equipped with computers and internet access, all for only 400 RMB per night – excellent value.

Since it was already almost 5:30 pm when we arrived, I quickly went back to my room to shower and change, so as not to give my "work partner" a bad impression that evening. Around 6 pm, our group of five went to the nightclub on the third floor of the hotel. Although it was Monday, we could still see a large number of gay men arriving. Luckily, I had booked a VIP room in advance, so I could easily and leisurely enter.

A friend recommended this hotel, said to be owned by Dongguan's richest man, with powerful connections and excellent service. So, it hadn't been open long before becoming Dongguan's top choice for date hunters.

Around 6:45, my friend said it was time to go out and pick out some food. When we stepped into the lobby, wow, it was a sea of people! Girls in long dresses of red, pink, and purple were arranged in eight rows, at least 50 girls per row, totaling at least a thousand girls across two floors. There were also dozens of madams constantly trying to sell to us; it was practically a giant human flesh market.

My eyes couldn't take it all in at once, so I could only slowly move forward, scanning each girl's face and chest. Red girls are 200 for a seat, 500 for a one-night stand, and 800 for an overnight stay. Pink girls are 300, 600, and 900. Purple models, with the best figures, are 500, 1000,

and 1500. After walking around once, amidst the noisy, tugging, and pulling of countless mamas, my face was soaked with their saliva, and I still couldn't choose my type. Perhaps it was because choosing girls in such an environment for the first time made me very uncomfortable. Every girl's expression and eyes were different: arrogant, cute, fawning, seductive, aggrieved, disdainful, helpless... It felt like a microcosm of life.

Having finally escaped the mothers' clutches, I stepped into the elevator lobby to breathe some fresh air. The instant I turned around, I saw her.

Her curves were striking beneath her purple uniform; her breasts were firm and rosy white (I personally think that skin texture, skin tone, breast shape, and nipple size and color must be exceptional). She had long hair, and her large, elongated eyes, accentuated by purple eyeshadow, gave her a very alluring look. She was probably around 168cm tall, with long, straight legs, and she gave me the impression of a pure, innocent college student.

I immediately knew it was her. I rushed over, grabbed her hand, and told her my karaoke room number, asking her to wait for me. (Later, she teased me, saying I looked like a first-timer; usually, you should come up and ask the girls if they're available tonight, because some girls, even if they're on their period and can't go to the room, will still accompany guests to drink to earn money.) Then she lowered her head and slowly walked to the room. After my friends had all chosen their rooms, all the girls went to the guests' rooms, and then we went to the first floor to eat.
After a hurried meal, I rushed back to the karaoke room to see what everyone had picked. It turned out they were all the "cowgirl" type. Soon everyone was in full swing. Glasses of alcohol were poured and downed one after another. Before long, everyone started to freely probe the measurements of the women around them. But for some reason, I could sense a faint sadness about the girl I'd chosen, so I remained very proper, slowly drinking and chatting with her. When I saw she was cold, I offered her a coat, and other gentle gestures. My intuition told me that this gentleness might lead to a wild ride later.

Gradually, as we drank more and more, she began to tell me her story. It was nothing more than a story about a family accident that resulted in huge compensation payments, forcing her to work to earn money—stories like that. I'd heard plenty of these kinds of stories. Even so, I took the opportunity to put my arm around her waist and comfort her, while also enjoying the youthful energy of a 90s-born woman. Her waist was soft and slightly fleshy, and her hands were a little baby-fat. It's fair to say she's incredibly beautiful, with big eyes, a high nose bridge, and slightly full lips. With a little makeup

, she could easily rival any celebrity. Enough of the chit-chat. After several hours of chatting and joking around with my friends, everyone was pretty drunk and started taking their female companions to their rooms. I looked at her; her eyes were also blurry with intoxication. I asked, "Can you stay with me tonight?" She thought for a few seconds and nodded. So I pulled her into the elevator and headed to our room.

The moment we entered, I grabbed her and kissed her passionately, my tongue plunging in until she was breathless. I quickly stripped us naked and dragged her into the bathroom. In the bathroom light, I finally saw every inch of her skin. Her skin was fair with a rosy glow, her body hair was sparse and soft, and her breasts were perfect spheres, defying gravity, with pink areolas and nipples. This instantly ignited my desire to its peak. I hurriedly washed ourselves clean, then picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom. She hadn't said a word until she occasionally let out a few low moans when my hands started rubbing against her in the shower.

After placing her on the bed, I began to caress her entire body with my hands and mouth, making her gasp repeatedly. Her vulva was pink, her labia majora plump and tightly closed, without any unpleasant odor and even a faint fragrance. I couldn't resist kissing it and licking it repeatedly. Her vaginal fluid kept flowing out, wetting my entire chin and leaving a large puddle on the bed. After a while, I said, "Baby, can you give me a blowjob too?" She shook her head and said she couldn't. I could see that she was very determined, so I didn't force her. I put on a condom and slowly pushed it towards her entrance. Her vagina was really small and narrow, and even though I'm not a particularly large size, it was still difficult to enter. Fortunately, there was plenty of lubrication, and after hovering at the entrance dozens of times, I finally entered her deepest part.

I grabbed her firm, elastic breasts and began thrusting wildly. Perhaps because of the alcohol, she became increasingly engrossed, calling out, "Husband, husband, it feels so good!" I, on the other hand, usually find it difficult to release after drinking too much, probably because the alcohol numbs my nerves. After about half an hour, I still hadn't accumulated enough pleasure. Without hesitation, I flipped her over, into a doggy-style position, removed the condom, and thrust inside. Narrow, hot, wet… Suddenly, all the pleasure returned, and she seemed to sense the increased intensity, writhing even more wildly.

This thrusting continued for about ten minutes until I finally felt a throbbing in my central nervous system, and an unparalleled surge of heat erupted. I quickly withdrew from her, ejaculating all my passion onto her back. We both breathed heavily, involuntarily embracing each other and falling asleep.

The second night…

I woke up after 10 pm. Touching my forehead, which was throbbing from a hangover, I tried to recall the passion of the previous night, but the memory was still hazy. Turning around, I saw her still fast asleep, half-lying on her side, her upper body exposed to the air, her skin as white as ivory. Her two C-cup breasts stood proudly like two unyielding mountains. I couldn't resist gently stroking her body a few times; it felt as smooth and warm as Hetian jade (though I've never touched real Hetian jade, this is probably the feeling). Not long after, she slowly woke up. She seemed to have slept well. We looked into each other's eyes, scrutinizing each other deeply, as if trying to understand each other's thoughts. I broke the silence first, saying, "Get up and wash up." She nodded and got out of bed.

Through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, I watched her carefully wash and remove her makeup, slowly transforming from a beautiful, mature woman into a pure young girl—a feeling I had never experienced before. I thought that if it weren't for the drastic changes in her family, she would still be enjoying university life. A strange feeling took root in my heart, though I probably didn't even realize it at the time. As I watched, my brother, after a night's rest, irresistibly rose again. The rule for overnight sex is one round at night and another in the morning. So, I couldn't resist and pounced on her again. The difference was, this time I could fully immerse myself in the frenzy of sex. I kissed her lips fiercely once more, and she shyly responded to the stirring of my tongue. While kissing her, I climbed up her beautiful breasts again. After a series of foreplays, I could feel her slowly getting into the mood; her tightly closed opening was already seeping with slippery love juice.

I asked her for oral sex again, but she politely refused again. However, she couldn't resist my soft words, and she slowly grasped my throbbing erection, extending her red, tender tongue to lick the glans. Although I wasn't fully engaged, I still felt a strong sense of satisfaction. Not long after, I had a sudden inspiration and pinned her down, starting a 69 position. I tightened my tongue and thrust it into her vagina, starting to stir. While stirring, I vibrated her clitoris with my fingers, all the while observing her expression. From initial moans, it slowly turned into panting. I seized the opportunity and shoved my penis into her mouth, gently thrusting it in and out. Because my legs were clamped around her head, she had no choice but to passively swallow and release my erection. Slowly, I pressed my hips down, feeling the glans break through a turning point, entering a narrower space, until my entire penis was deeply inserted into her throat. I was amazed by her endurance; she hadn't vomited because she didn't push me out, only making some moaning sounds through her nostrils. However, to avoid causing her too much aversion and hindering the subsequent main action, I pulled out of her mouth after a while, put on a condom (I felt she didn't know about the unprotected sex on the first night, so it was better to use a condom while she was awake), and thrust into her honey pot once more.

Sex without the influence of alcohol is ideal. Her warm, moist vagina constantly writhed and pressed against my penis; I could only resist the pressure by thrusting forcefully. After half an hour of sweating profusely, I finally, amidst her screams, in my favorite doggy style, gripping her breasts tightly, I ejaculated into her condom, releasing hours of pent-up semen. The whole process was the most pleasurable I'd ever experienced, though also exhausting. Unfortunately, she kept her eyes half-closed most of the time during sex, constantly calling out, "Husband, husband, it feels so good!" Although I could tell I brought her to orgasm several times, she probably had someone else in her mind, as if I had become her gigolo. However, I'm the kind of person who can easily let go; physical satisfaction meant I didn't dwell on unpleasant things.

After we both washed up and got dressed, I asked her if she wanted to have breakfast with me before going home. She thought for a moment and said she wanted to go home and rest a bit more. I didn't force her, and took out a stack of RMB worth about 3000 from my wallet and handed it to her. She took it, put it in her bag without counting, and silently left the room. As I watched her retreating figure, my heart suddenly skipped a few beats for some reason.

A while later, I also left the room to have lunch with my friends and then took care of some business. It was already 3 PM when I returned to the hotel. Her image had filled my mind all day, so as soon as I got back to the hotel, I called her and asked her to come to the hotel to be with me. She seemed a little surprised to receive my call, but quickly came to the hotel. I accompanied her to the hotel's massage parlor and ordered a full-body skin treatment and massage for her, while I chose a traditional Chinese medicine massage to relax my muscles. I had specially arranged a room for her. After entering the room, she shyly turned her back to me, untied her white cheongsam, took off her purple lace bra, and then lay down on the massage bed. I glanced at her from the side, and my desire surged. Because her skin was very white, elastic, and vibrant, and her figure was well-proportioned, she looked incredibly alluring in the cheongsam. The two female masseuses in the room seemed used to this, smiling as they asked me to take off my shirt and began massaging me. After half an hour, once her back treatment was finished, her masseuse had her turn over, pulling down the towel to reveal her firm, elastic breasts. The masseuse applied massage oil to her breasts while slowly massaging them. The movements seemed to be arousing her, and her face gradually turned redder. Her long eyelashes trembled involuntarily over her tightly closed eyes.

A short while later, the two masseuses, for some reason, said they needed to leave and left the room. Seeing there were no security cameras, I jumped up and locked the door. I pressed myself against her, and we overlapped on the small massage bed. I kissed her passionately, pulling down my remaining underwear. After a while, our lips and tongues intertwined, I knelt on top of her, using the massage oil on her breasts to masturbate. Her incredibly elastic breasts tightly enveloped my penis, and I pulled her hands up, placing them on her own breasts and fondling them. I freed my hands to lift her head and roughly pried her mouth open again with the head of my penis. I thrust between her breasts while nervously opening the frosted glass door. After a few minutes, the two masseuses returned and knocked on the door. I ignored them and continued thrusting. Perhaps they were aware of the situation; since massages were charged by the hour, they were happy to have some peace and quiet and waited quietly outside the door. Considering all the circumstances, my desire was released after 20 minutes, and my scalding semen shot into her mouth. After the last drop of fluid was ejaculated, I got off the bed, picked up a tissue from the side, and handed it to her, watching apologetically as she vomited up her semen. I then picked up a cup of hot tea and handed it to her. After she rinsed her mouth, I said, "I'm sorry, you're too sexy, I couldn't resist." She weakly replied, "It's okay, as long as you're comfortable." From her tone, I sensed that after a day of getting to know each other, she had developed some feelings for me.

When I went back into the room to get a massage, their mischievous smiles made her shyly close her eyes again. I shamelessly lay down and finished the massage. After the massage, our group continued our evening fun. First, we went to the restaurant on the first floor for dinner. Once again, I was overwhelmed by the Cantonese cuisine. Although life in Australia is comfortable, when it comes to food, Guangdong is still number one. I specially ordered several dishes she liked and kept attentively serving her food, showing her concern. The friends next to us started teasing her, calling her "Auntie" this and "Auntie" that. She ate quietly, a happy and shy expression on her face. However, after dinner, reality returned, and the friends quickly went back to the nightclub lobby on the third floor to wait for the 6:45 pm "flower hall" session to begin.

She and I stood hand in hand, watching countless girls continuously emerge from the changing rooms and line up. She squeezed my hand and whispered in my ear, "Are you going to pick another one?" I turned around and said with a feeling I hadn't even expected, "Having you is enough for me; everyone else is irrelevant." She laughed happily and kissed me for the first time. We kissed passionately in a corner of the noisy hall. I don't know how much time passed, but my friend, who must have finished picking girls, came over and teased, "Brother, if you can't resist, go upstairs and have some fun. We'll wait for you in the karaoke room." She gave my friend a playful glare, then pulled me by the hand and led me to our karaoke room.

Several girls were already sitting in the room, but I didn't look at them directly. I pulled her to sit down in a corner. Because she had mentioned she liked red wine, I ordered a bottle of Bordeaux and we slowly drank together. We gazed deeply into each other's eyes, whispering about everything, and slowly our hearts felt closer and closer. Perhaps because she knew I was leaving Dongguan for Guangzhou the next day, her words revealed a hint of reluctance.

I don't know how much time passed before my friends noticed my withdrawn behavior and started teasing me, wanting to punish me. I apologized and drank with them, thanking them for bringing me to this place and introducing me to her. I, who usually don't like singing, started belting out songs under the influence of alcohol, as if trying to express my reluctance, helplessness, and feelings through my voice. She came to my side, hugged me tightly, buried her head in my chest, feeling my heartbeat and listening to my screams. She cried. I felt my shirt slowly getting wet. My nose stung, and tears slowly fell onto her hair. Feeling my tears, she looked up, her large, moist eyes telling a story, and we kissed passionately again. Until the DJ next to us interrupted again: "Handsome, your friends are all on the room, are you still going to sing?" I didn't answer, but pulled her back to the room from the previous night.

I decided to let her experience my gentlest side tonight. While we were French kissing, I gently removed her cheongsam, caressing her breasts through her soft underwear. I used what I considered my most touching words and most seductive flirting techniques on her until she writhed her beautiful body, hoping I would fill her emptiness. I held her body, spreading her legs high, continuing our tongue battle while using the head of my penis to make direct contact with her genitals. Her slippery, lustful fluids repeatedly thwarted my assault, and I had no intention of using my hands to assist. Helpless, she grabbed it, resolutely shoving it into her opening, her legs clamping around my lower back, her buttocks rising, and my hard penis once again entered her deepest depths without resistance. Once again, the word "husband" came from her lips, but this time she looked deeply into my eyes, meeting my gaze, and actively offering her delicate tongue. I don't know how long this battle lasted, but finally I couldn't hold back any longer and released all my passion into her body. Soon after, we maintained our most intimate position and fell asleep again.

The Third Night

The morning of the third day, I woke up again with a sore back. Sure enough, a man's sexual ability starts to decline after 25, and in the last two years, due to work, I've rarely done aerobic exercise. After three releases yesterday, the aftereffects of excessive indulgence are starting to appear. I looked at her pure and innocent sleeping face; she really looked like an adorable child. Her pink lips were slightly pouting, her cleavage was deep, and a smooth, white thigh was partially exposed under the thin sheet. Between her legs, a small tuft of sparse pubic hair covered her tightly closed vulva, and her two pink labia were tightly closed, feeling as tender as a baby's.

I gently moved closer to her and lightly kissed her full forehead. She slowly woke up. I said, "Honey, let's take a shower together and then go have dim sum." She smiled sweetly at me and said, "Okay, honey." Then we held hands and went into the bathroom to shower. Although the spacious shower room could easily accommodate more than four people standing at the same time, we still stayed close together, with an inseparable tacit understanding. She gently lifted my semi-erect penis and gently began to stroke it, and soon it was erect again, pressing against her stomach. She then used shower gel to cover her revived penis all over her body and began to masturbate quickly, while her other hand played with my ammunition, and then she put her fragrant tongue into my mouth. Intense pleasure filled my entire body, but after three orgasms yesterday, and after her efforts of more than ten minutes, I still couldn't bring my strong brother to a standstill. I watched her movements slowly slow down and immediately stopped the last attempt. "Baby, it's okay, I'm already very comfortable," I said. She nodded shyly and stopped. I returned the favor and helped her wash up, spending the most time on her unparalleled breasts. I couldn't resist sucking on those two pink nipples, the size of red beans, for a while. She laughed and said, "Okay, no matter how much you suck, there won't be any milk. But you know what? Some girls here go back to work right after giving birth, and some customers have even managed to suck out milk."
I was stunned. I immediately shifted my focus, reaching for her honey pot. Once my fingers were inside, I remembered I still had some semen inside. I said embarrassedly, "I accidentally ejaculated inside last night, don't be mad at me." She rolled her eyes at me and said, "You planned this all along, didn't you? You didn't seem to wear a condom the night before either. I'll buy some morning-after pills later, it should be fine." From our previous conversation, I learned she started dating boyfriends at 17 and had had sex with three men. Her last boyfriend also didn't like using condoms, so she often had to take morning-after pills. Moreover, her boyfriend had kidney deficiency, only lasting about 5 minutes each time, and his semen was very thin. She was actually a very simple person; when she trusted someone, especially a man she liked, she believed they should know each other's past for a better relationship.

During dinner, perhaps affected by the impending separation, neither of us ate much. And gradually, her gaze towards me became increasingly unfocused, as if she wanted to take my soul with her, which broke my heart. We gazed deeply into each other's eyes, our fingers intertwined, silently expressing our reluctance to part. I made a bold decision and said to her: "Why don't you take two days off and come to Guangzhou with me?" She hesitated for a moment, then fell silent without immediately agreeing. A few minutes later, she asked: "What time are you leaving?" I said: "I have some things to do with a friend, about 3 hours from now, taking the 4 o'clock train." She thought for a moment: "I'll go home and rest first, and call you before 3 o'clock." I didn't say anything more, just nodded. I understood her hesitation. I had thought about it a lot myself. Her job, our social standing—letting her go to another place with someone she'd only known for two days, what if their feelings became irreversible? This decision was practically playing with fire. She didn't stay long and left without asking for money.

After we parted, my friends insisted on taking me to see other brothels. They offered comprehensive services: two hours of unlimited sex, all the girls performing specific acts on their cards. Ice and fire, deep penetration, toe licking, oral sex…they had it all. Three days ago, when I heard about this place, I was already hard, but at this moment, all I could think about was her; no other woman aroused me. My friends were incredulous at my refusal, thinking I was completely smitten, completely in love. Reluctantly, we went to a legitimate massage parlor in the hotel to kill the rest of the time. I apologized profusely to my friends. They were all very understanding; after all, they often came from Hong Kong, so missing a couple of rounds wouldn't be a problem.

I never knew two hours could feel so long. I kept staring at the phone until almost 3 a.m. when it finally rang. I quickly answered and heard her sweet voice say, "I've packed my clothes. Can you come pick me up? My address is..."
I excitedly picked her up and took her to the train station. I bought her a ticket and quickly helped her onto the train to prevent her from changing her mind. We snuggled together sweetly the whole way, whispering sweet nothings. However, I didn't ask her why she made this decision; saying too much would ruin the beautiful unspoken understanding.

After arriving at the hotel in Guangzhou, I settled her in the room and rushed out to finish my business and have dinner with local relatives. When I returned to the hotel, it was already past 9 p.m. She didn't seem to mind at all, welcoming me with a relaxed expression and a warm greeting. Even in the hotel, I felt a strong sense of warmth and love. I asked her what she wanted to eat, and she said it wasn't necessary; we could just go to 7-Eleven for some snacks and a bottle of wine to drink together. I called customer service first and got a bucket of ice, then we went to the convenience store. She picked out a lot of spicy snacks, and I bought a bottle of Green Label. Back in the room, I unfolded my bathrobe and spread it on the floor, then threw all the food on top. She sat down excitedly like a child and started eating. We ate, drank, and watched TV. As the bottle emptied, my gaze towards her grew increasingly intense. She had already showered before I returned, wearing only a white hotel bathrobe. Two white thighs peeked out from the short hem, as if she were wearing nothing underneath. I couldn't resist slowly moving behind her, letting her head rest against my chest. I gently untied the knot on her bathrobe, pulling it apart to reveal her two alluring breasts. I greedily began to rub them slowly with my hands, my fingers teasing her pink nipples.

The same gentle foreplay was repeated, the only difference being that she became increasingly proactive in stimulating my desire. I was completely ignited by her initiative. I picked up her light body, threw her onto the bed, and brought my mouth to her already wet opening, licking it. As I licked, I picked up a piece of ice and circled it around her opening. She was startled by this sudden attack, her whole body convulsing. I suddenly shoved the ice into her vagina, then straightened up and thrust my penis in as well. An indescribable pleasure surged through me as my thick, hot glans pushed against the cool ice, pushing towards her uterus. Her hot, moist flesh on both sides writhed and squeezed against my shaft, and another frenzied cry escaped her lips, probably audible throughout the entire floor. Not long after I had been working hard, she took the initiative and hugged my head, kissing me passionately. With a sudden movement, she flipped me over and pinned me beneath her, her superb riding skills keeping me firmly under her control. With each thrust, she sat heavily on my lap, and I felt my enormous glans repeatedly and powerfully pounding against her deepest depths. Not long after, she trembled violently and lay motionless on top of me. I didn't continue thrusting my penis, but instead held her, letting her savor the waves of orgasm.
A few minutes later, I felt her gently lifting her hips again. I suddenly stood up, wrapped her legs around my waist, walked to the outermost floor-to-ceiling glass, put her down, pressed her against the glass, and thrust into her from behind. I pumped in and out with a frenzied pace, gushes of vaginal fluid flowing from her vulva. I could feel my scrotum slapping against her clitoris with each thrust, the force so strong it hurt me a little. But compared to the pleasure I was experiencing, none of that mattered. Finally, after what seemed like her umpteenth orgasm, I ejaculated inside her once more.

The tenderness after the orgasm brought us closer together. I couldn't help but worry: what would our parting on the fifth day be like, or would it be a new beginning?

The End

Perhaps due to my recent indulgence in smoking and drinking, and excessive sexual activity, I slept until almost noon before groggily waking up. Touching the pillow beside me, I found she was already up washing up. I leaned against the bed, quietly watching her through the glass, carefully brushing her already white teeth. Her swaying breasts traced arcs, her pink nipples playfully peeking out, perhaps due to the air conditioning. Her slightly chubby waist connected to her full, rounded buttocks, and her straight, yet not overly thin, legs tightly pressed together, revealing her most mysterious valley. It was like a picture of the most beautiful and sensual angel; her innocent appearance combined with her alluring figure ignited my lust once more, my erect penis creating a large tent under the thin blanket. When she came out and saw me lecherously watching her and my erection, she smiled shyly and burrowed under the sheet, leaning against my chest. I slipped my hands under her armpits, grasping one of her full, firm breasts in each hand. Her hand also took my swollen penis in hers, gently stroking it. Her hands were truly the most comfortable I had ever touched; her fingers weren't particularly long, her nails were pink, and her plump palms were full of elasticity. My penis actually felt like I was having sex under her caresses.

Slowly, she began to circle her pink tongue around my chest, further arousing my desire. I breathed heavily as I gently but firmly pushed her head down towards my crotch. Ever since I had any sexual experience, I've always enjoyed oral sex; sometimes it feels even better than actual sex, probably because it's more relaxing (haha). She looked up, her eyes no longer showing the hesitation I used to see, only utter obedience and willingness. She took my large glans into her mouth, her tongue trembling nimbly, stimulating every inch. I was completely conquered by her skillful oral sex technique. Although I knew this might have been trained by her ex-boyfriend, and I couldn't help but feel a little jealous, it was quickly overwhelmed by pleasure. She licked the shaft, rolled her testicles in her mouth, and then rapidly stroked it. Finally, she used my favorite move—deep throat. Although my size isn't considered large for a foreigner, it's still about 17cm, and the diameter isn't very long. Most girls would find it difficult to swallow the whole thing, and even if it did, they would quickly become unable to endure it. But she actually sucked my entire penis into her mouth, constantly moving the back of her throat, as if giving my penis a full-body massage. Her lips were tightly pressed against the base, and her warm hands kept rotating my testicles. My lust finally erupted under this irresistible pleasure. Sensing the impending climax from my reaction, she quickened her movements, and finally, all the semen I had accumulated overnight shot into her throat without spilling a drop. Her throat contracted, and she swallowed it all without missing a drop. Understandingly, she licked up the remaining semen from my penis as well, and then gave me a few more deep throats, almost making me hard again.

I didn't ask her why her technique was so good, because asking would only make everyone unhappy. So, after a little cuddling in bed, we changed clothes and went out for dinner and shopping. Perhaps because we were parting ways tomorrow, she remained quite quiet, only occasionally glancing at me sweetly, her eyes revealing her feelings. From the past few days, I knew that although she had great skin, she wasn't very good at taking care of herself. I dragged her to a large shopping mall for an afternoon, buying a lot of clothes, cosmetics, and other things. Perhaps she hadn't shopped to her heart's content in a long time, because she gradually became excited, sweetly sharing everything about herself.

After a delicious meal of authentic Cantonese cuisine, we returned to the hotel and started unpacking our spoils. I watched her pack with a smile on her face while I surfed the internet, but I could still sense the bitterness behind that smile. I was torn internally. Should I confess about my girlfriend? Should I express my feelings for her? Do I truly love her as a person, or just her body, or her perfect sexual compatibility? Does she truly love me, or just my money? We've only known each other for four days, so why are my feelings so intense? One question after another swirled in my mind, leaving me bewildered.

I shook my head, a self-deprecating laugh. I'll think about it after tonight. Tonight, I'm determined to get everything I want from her, as planned.

We sat on the floor again, drinking, snacking, and chatting until we were all about 70-80% tipsy. Then, we kissed again, a tacit understanding forming between us. The foreplay was passionate, a frenzied kiss, fiery caresses, and intense 69. She once again swallowed my hot penis deeply, as if she wanted to swallow it whole. Her rapid thrusting drove me to thrust my hips wildly, penetrating deeply again and again. I rolled over, pinning her beneath me, and began to thrust deep into her throat like a cannon. Her submissiveness made me forget all tenderness. I felt her juices flowing like a broken faucet.

I pulled my rock-hard penis from her mouth and plunged it into her wet vagina, thrusting wildly. She held my head tightly, her sweet tongue entering my mouth, her throat emitting beautiful moans. We kept changing positions, but perhaps because of the frequent sex these past few days, even after several tens of minutes, I couldn't feel an orgasm approaching. On the contrary, I could tell from her constant screams, vaginal spasms, and the overflowing of her juices that she was enjoying successive orgasms. While I was fucking her from behind in my favorite doggy style, watching her full buttocks ripple, I secretly grabbed the prepared lubricant from the bedside and started applying it to her back. She noticed this and paused her movements slightly, but quickly resumed her original pace. Her cries of "Husband, it feels so good" changed to "Husband, I feel so good, I love you so much." I knew immediately that she had seen through my intentions and was willing to let me try. I suppressed my excitement and gently inserted the tip of the lubricant into her anus, slowly injecting the liquid. Her anus, saturated with lubricant, trembled incessantly. I gently inserted my index finger a little, slowly rotating it, while my hips continued their frantic piston-like thrusts. Slowly, I inserted my entire finger, then slowly withdrew it. Surprisingly, I didn't smell any odor.

I thought about it with surprise, finally understanding why she had chosen to shower alone instead of with me. Her expression when she saw me secretly buying lubricant suggested that she had likely guessed my intentions for tonight and had prepared for the cleaning in advance. I was more excited and harder than ever before, slowly pushing towards her anus. I could feel her trying to relax her body; girls born in the 90s are truly different, and incredibly bold. After the head of my penis pried and explored, slowly, the wrinkles on her lovely anus were smoothed out, centimeter by centimeter, until my entire penis was deeply inside a girl's anus for the first time. Anal sex feels different from vaginal sex, but it's hard to describe the difference. Perhaps due to ample lubrication, the thrusting didn't feel dry, and because the anus was so small, it felt like my penis was being tightly constricted by a rubber band, squeezing out all the fluid from her scrotum. After a few minutes of gentle foreplay, I sensed she wasn't averse to it, and her lower body was becoming increasingly wet. I was overjoyed and began to thrust vigorously with renewed confidence. She knelt by the bed, her upper body held firmly by my arms. I gripped her full breasts tightly with both hands, and my lower body moved like a madman, like a motor turned on, each thrust heavier than the last. Finally, I ejaculated spurt after spurt of semen deep into her anus. I held her from behind, panting, quietly listening to her soft moans, slowly withdrawing my softening penis from her anus, gently placing her on the bed, holding her tightly, and slowly falling asleep together without a word.

The farewell the next day was painful, so I didn't want to say much. We both cried, passionately kissing each other in the bustling Guangzhou East Railway Station. In the end, I didn't promise her anything, and she didn't make any demands. We just wished each other the best. After all, this relationship was real but unrealistic. I hope she can find her own happiness.

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