Gan Yang Yuying

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Due to work, I frequently travel to Europe and America. 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 would 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, 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, her eyes 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, glancing 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 have to 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 also tired from chatting, so we prepared to rest. She had taken off her sunglasses, leaned her head against the back of her seat, and gradually fell asleep. I silently watched her. Her fair and quiet face, while not exactly beautiful, exuded a pitiful cuteness. Her breasts, large enough to be grasped in one hand, 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 wildly penetrating Yang Yuying in a doggy-style position, his hands squeezing her bouncing breasts, while the obese Lai Changxing stood in front of her, his large, dark penis deeply inserted into her mouth, his hands gripping her hair and thrusting rapidly, Yang Yuying could only moan softly… Thinking of this, my penis was extremely swollen, uncomfortably constricted by my underwear. I unzipped my pants and released it. Then, I leaned towards her, my heart pounding. How would she react? Would she scream "molestation!" or silently resist? She was a little slut, seemingly innocent, but who knew how many dirty deeds 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 grasped 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 crimson. 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 stopped resisting. My tongue easily slipped into her mouth, intertwining 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 of ejaculating soon, I quickly pulled away from her mouth. "It'll get our clothes dirty, let's go to the bathroom," I whispered firmly in her ear. She shook her head, indicating her disagreement. "I have a handkerchief," she gasped. "You don't want me to ejaculate on your face, do you?" I threatened her. "Okay, then you go first," she said helplessly. "You go first," I found a newspaper, covered my genitals, stood up, and walked out. She also got up and came out. I followed her, feeling ridiculous, my erection pointing directly at her swaying, taut little buttocks. Most of the passengers on the plane were asleep, and probably no one noticed us sneaking into the lavatory. The lavatory was small. I held her close, and in the mirror I saw us face-to-face, my erect penis pressing against her lower abdomen, her hands wrapped around my waist. My hands gently caressed her back, then moved to her neck, found the zipper of her skirt suit, and slowly unzipped it. In the mirror, her fair back was gradually revealed. I unhooked her bra straps, grabbed the shoulders, and peeled the skirt suit off her body along with the bra. Her body trembled slightly. The skirt suit silently slipped to the floor, and now she was only wearing her panties. I kissed her for a while, then lifted her light body and placed her on the sink. 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 plains, pink nipples playfully trembling. I eagerly licked, sucked, and stirred them. She let out soft moans. Her nipples were hard and erect, about 1.5 centimeters long, something I'd never seen before, quite beautiful. I took turns sucking on her breasts, slowly spreading her legs with my hands. I reached under her panties, wow! Her vulva was already overflowing with fluid. My fingers rubbed and kneaded incessantly, and her juices kept seeping out of her panties. I knelt down, kissing from her chest down to her mons pubis. Following her smooth thighs, I removed the last piece of clothing from her body and placed her legs on my shoulders. Her pubic hair was sparse, her labia light brown, and her clitoris, the size of a mung bean, was rosy and glistening—truly a top-quality vulva! I began licking her labia majora, my fingertips pressing against her clitoris and circling it. Delicious, tasted so good! Before long, 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 grabbed my penis, the head repeatedly striking her labia. "Do you want to feel good?" "Mmm...yes." She gasped. "Then beg me." My glans rubbed against her labia. "Mmm...good brother...good younger brother...good husband, come in quickly." Looking at her lewd state, her once delicate appearance was gone. I pressed my glans against her vaginal opening and slowly pushed it in. "Ah..." We both cried out at the same time. Oh! It's so 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 insert my testicles as well. I closed my eyes and enjoyed this wonderful feeling for a while, then I started to thrust from slow to fast. "Is it comfortable?" "Mmm..." "Do you like me fucking you?" "Mmm..." I suddenly increased the pace, my body slamming heavily into her, my testicles powerfully striking her anus. "Oh...I like it...I love it so much...it feels good...slower...gentler..." she stammered. "Does it feel better when my husband fucks you...or when I fuck you?" I lowered the frequency. "You...good..." "Has your father-in-law done it to you?" "..." I started thrusting hard again, repeating the same trick. "Oh...oh! He has...secretly..." She closed her eyes, her face flushed red, whether from shame or orgasm, beads of sweat were already seeping from her forehead, her breasts were swaying violently up and down from the impact. "Would you like them to do it to you at the same time?" "No! Oh...yes..." Her moans grew louder, her vagina tightened violently, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, dripping down her testicles onto the ground. I felt so good being squeezed by her that I lost control, a hot stream gushed out from the bottom, shooting out from the glans of my penis, straight to her cervix. "Ah...ah...", we both screamed and reached orgasm at the same time! She hugged me tightly, and I collapsed on top of her. Her vagina clenched and relaxed rhythmically. "Oh...don't move," I begged her. She giggled softly on my shoulder. After a while, I pulled away from her body. She began to clean the contents of her body... We got 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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