My ex-girlfriend

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(I) First Encounter

My ex-girlfriend and I met through an introduction. I had never dated during my school years; she was my first girlfriend, and my first time.

We made vows of eternal love, but now we live in different parts of the same city because of her willfulness and my stubbornness. Sometimes I seem to have forgotten her, but whenever I sit alone in the quiet of the night, her image and voice reappear before my eyes. I quietly think, "If only we hadn't broken up." At these moments, I always helplessly realize that I still love her and will never forget her. My past vows and my first love are both difficult for me to let go of.

Our first meeting was over dinner. My impression of her was that she was a quiet, well-endowed girl. She was a doctor at a hospital, six years younger than me, with light eyebrows, big eyes, a round face, fair skin, and long hair like many urban girls. She was 1.63 meters tall and quite plump.

Actually, I used to prefer thinner girls, but now I'm interested in curvier ones, which is probably why I still love her. She's an only child, but when we first met, she didn't have that arrogant air of an only child. Perhaps that's because she also works as the secretary of the Youth League Committee at the hospital. Her voice is gentle, and she speaks very politely. After our first meeting, we were both very satisfied with each other, so we started dating.

One evening, two weeks after we met, I went to the hospital to see her. She was working overtime, so we had dinner there. Her home was relatively close to the hospital, so I offered to walk her home, and after some polite hesitation, she agreed.

It was early spring, and the weather wasn't too cold. We walked side by side on the sidewalk. Her neighborhood was in the southern suburbs of the city, and although it was only a little past 9 pm, there weren't many pedestrians. The orange streetlights illuminated our shadows. She walked beside me, exuding a faint, feminine fragrance, and I couldn't help but put my arm around her waist.

This was the first time I'd ever put my arm around a girl's waist. I'd almost never been this close to a girl before, so I was very nervous, afraid she'd reject me. To my delight, she didn't push me away; instead, she leaned against my shoulder obediently. Her waist was soft, and she was close to me, making me feel sweet inside. I really wished the walk could go on longer.

We walked and talked, and before we knew it, we were almost at her house. Actually, it was quite a distance, about three bus stops. We'd been walking for almost an hour, but I really wanted to walk with her a little longer.

Just as we were about to reach her apartment complex, she said, "It's getting late. Thank you for bringing me back. You should go home too. Let me see you to your car."

It was almost 10:30, and the buses had stopped running, so I had to take a taxi home. She walked me to the street outside the complex. There were even fewer streetlights here. Suddenly, a surge of courage welled up within me, and I pulled her into my arms, saying, "I really want to be with you forever..."

She hesitated for a moment and said, "Isn't it too early to say that?" My heart sank, and I quickly explained, "I mean it." She lowered her head and slowly said, "My father said that since you live so far away, my family is worried that this relationship won't last long."

The distance she mentioned was true. I had only recently started working, and my workplace was in the northern suburbs of the city, while her home was in the southern suburbs. Normally, it would take me at least two and a half hours to get here by bus, not to mention traffic. A taxi would take about an hour and a half. Fortunately, my salary wasn't low, and I could afford the 200 yuan taxi fare for a round trip. Besides, I felt that since I truly liked her, this distance wasn't a big deal.

I said, "Don't worry, I'm not afraid of the long distance when I'm on the run. Besides, if I couldn't even overcome this little difficulty, I wouldn't have said what I just said."

She didn't say anything more, just gently pulled away from my arm. I was a little nervous and didn't know what else to say. Just then, a taxi pulled up, and she waved to me after seeing me into it, wishing me a safe journey.

In the car, I was restless. To be honest, it wasn't like I didn't like girls when I was in school, but for some reason, I always got rejected when I pursued them. After I started working, I pursued some girls, but things didn't improve much, so I wasn't very confident. Actually, in terms of personal qualities, apart from being of average height, I should be considered quite good in every aspect. But this time, I had a strange feeling that she would definitely say yes.

I really liked the southern part of the city where she lived, because during my university years, a girl I liked lived in this area. I had been here before, and each time I came here, I felt closer to the girl I loved. Although that was seven years ago, and she's long since married, that feeling of closeness always comes back to me whenever I'm here. That's why I really want to continue things with her.

It was past midnight when I got home, and suddenly my phone rang. Her voice came through:

"Are you home? Was the journey okay?"

"I'm fine, you should get some rest too!"

I quickly replied. Seeing her concern, I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.

From then on, our relationship progressed rapidly, and we quickly fell deeply in love.

I was very busy with work at the time, but whenever I had time, I would go to her hospital to see her. Because we lived quite far apart, she was very considerate of me, and we usually kept in touch by phone. We generally spent Saturdays and Sundays together; I would go to the hospital, and she would wait for me in her department.

She had her own private consultation room in her department. Every time I went there, she would give me two movie tickets and invite me to go to the city to see a movie and go shopping. The movie tickets were issued internally by her unit, and since she was the secretary of the Youth League branch, it was easy for her to get an extra one. During the movies, I always wanted to get closer to her, but since we had group tickets, our seats weren't very convenient.

That time, we went to the movies together again. After she got the tickets, I said, "We've always sat in regular seats. This time, it's my treat, let's sit in a private box!" She seemed a little embarrassed, but she didn't object, so we sat in a private box for the first time in a movie theater.

The private boxes in the movie theater were well-spaced, which was actually to make it more convenient for couples.

In addition, the private boxes in this movie theater were never crowded, so they were perfect for lovers like us.

After entering the private box, I held her tightly to my side. I didn't pay attention to what was happening in the movie at all; all my thoughts were focused on her.

Although we always held hands when we went out, she had never let me kiss her. I really wanted to kiss her, but she always seemed to avoid me, intentionally or unintentionally. Actually, I had never kissed a girl before I met her. This time, although her face was turned towards the screen, I could feel her breathing was a little rapid; it was clear her mind wasn't on the movie.

The dim lighting in the box gave me courage, and I gently turned her head towards me. She knew what I meant and obediently closed her eyes. My heart was pounding, and my lips touched hers. Her lips were wet and soft, and my body felt restless after they met. I had no kissing experience, but she didn't seem particularly proactive either. I had no choice but to follow what I'd read in books and suck on her tongue.

Her tongue was easily drawn in; it felt smooth in my mouth. I sucked hard on her tongue, mixing it with mine, and drawing in her saliva as well. After kissing for a while, she suddenly turned around and sucked my tongue hard, even harder than I did, which hurt me a little. But this feeling aroused an irresistible desire in my heart, which made me hug her tightly.

Her breasts were pressed tightly against my chest. I felt they were very high, and this was the first time I had ever held her face-to-face. I felt an electric current surge from her breasts against my chest, shooting through my heart and running to every part of my body. It was an incredibly sensual feeling, making my heart feel like it was going to jump out of my throat, and my face burning. After a long while, our lips finally parted. She was already a little out of breath, while I felt burning all over.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, seemingly a little shy .

"I really should remember this day. Mom would never imagine that we're this close now," she said to me.

"Have you kissed anyone else before you kissed me?"

she asked again.

"No! You're the first girl I've ever kissed."

Looking at my flushed face, she smiled happily.

After the movie ended, I stood up from my seat and found that my pants were already wet.

After leaving the movie theater, she went to buy iced tea. I stood behind her, carefully observing her figure. After dating for so long, I now realized that she had a very good figure. That day she wore blue jeans and a yellow sweater. The jeans made her legs look long and her hips look perky, and the yellow sweater accentuated her rounded waist, making her look very sexy. When we got on the bus, she leaned against me, and I casually put my arm around her waist. As my hand rested on her waist, my lower body suddenly became hard again.

Since kissing her, I looked at her differently than before. Before, when I wanted to pursue a girl, I would often treat her like a saint, but now I always wanted to see every part of her body. I started looking for opportunities to get closer to her body.

(II) Mutual Attraction

One Saturday evening, we took a walk in the garden of her apartment complex. The complex was very well landscaped, with some small pavilions. It was early summer, the temperature was neither too high nor too low, and it was late at night, with many people already asleep. We walked back along the path. We got off at a pavilion, and she insisted that I carry her down the steps, so I simply carried her all the way to the entrance of the complex. After I put her down, she asked me if she was heavy. "Heavier than a pig!"

I replied.

"You're so naughty! I'll teach you a lesson!"

She laughed and snuggled into my arms, tickling me.

After a while, I held her tightly in my arms. The only sounds were the chirping of insects in the grass, our breathing, and our heartbeats. Her full breasts were pressed against my chest, and I suddenly said to her,

"Can I see your breasts?"

"Ugh, no!"

"Then can I touch them?"

"No, no!"

She tried to escape from my arms, but my hand had already slipped inside her neckline.

"Just touch them!"

I promised her, slipping my hand inside her bra.

Inside the bra was a very firm breast. I squeezed it, but it wasn't enough, so I cupped her breast and kneaded it. She instinctively tried to block me, shouting,

"You promised just once!"

"There's still one left!"

I said, reaching for her other breast. The touch of both breasts emboldened me, and I suddenly slipped my hand under her waist, moving it down her abdomen.

She screamed, clutching her pants and crouching down.

I felt I'd gone too far, so I picked her up. She was still very nervous.

"Don't be afraid, I won't touch you anymore,"

I reassured her.

"Are you leaving tonight?"

she suddenly asked. Before this, I always went home no matter how late, and she'd never suggested I stay at her house. Hearing her say that warmed my heart, but I felt I shouldn't go to her house now.

I hugged her and gently told her I still had to go home, as it was inconvenient so late. But she insisted I stay, saying I could sleep in her bed, while she and her parents could sleep in the suite inside the house.

I persuaded her for a while longer, and finally she boarded the bus back. Watching her reluctant figure, I suddenly felt the warmth of home.

May arrived quickly, and we had been dating for over two months, during which time our relationship had been steadily growing stronger. Once, I told her a joke about a patient with liver problems drinking alcohol. A nurse saw him and warned him, "Be careful with your liver!" The patient immediately replied, "My little darling!" Her name had two "heart" sounds in it, and I told her, "From now on, you'll be my little darling!" She loved the nickname and secretly changed her name on my phone to "Heart and Liver." After that

, whenever she called, the words "Heart and Liver" would appear on my phone. Once, a group of colleagues were together, and when the phone rang, they saw my phone display, looked at each other, and chuckled.

May was a busy month. My company required me to go on a business trip, and because of her outstanding work performance, the district leaders were considering her for the position of secretary of the Youth League Committee of the District Health Bureau. However, before the promotion, she needed to write a performance report. Feeling her writing wasn't very good, she thought long and hard and finally decided to ask me to write it for her. However, I was about to leave, so I agreed to write it for her once I arrived at my destination and then send it back.

After I arrived, I busied myself writing the report she needed that evening. The place I was traveling to was very underdeveloped; there was nowhere to send emails, and the guesthouse didn't have a direct phone line, so everything had to be done by mobile phone. Just as I finished writing, she called, saying that her supervisor's inspection, originally scheduled for seven days later, had been moved up and they would be arriving the day after tomorrow.

I could tell she was very anxious on the phone, but even if I sent it to her by express mail, it wouldn't be in time.

So I read the draft to her, but the cell phone signal was poor, and she couldn't hear me clearly. Finally, she seemed to give up, saying she'd just have to improvise. I was also anxious, but then a thought suddenly struck me, and I told her not to worry, I'd have a solution by tomorrow. She asked what the solution was, and I said she'd find out then.

The next day, I bought a return train ticket and also a ticket for the 5 a.m. train to her place. The train journey takes four hours. My plan was this: finish my work in the afternoon, then go back to her place, give her the draft, ask her for further feedback, and then take the 5 a.m. train back. That afternoon, after finishing my work, I rushed to the station. When I arrived, I called her; she was still at work preparing her performance review report. When I knocked on her office door, she was so surprised she couldn't close her mouth.

Seeing her surprised expression, I felt quite pleased. After explaining my plan, she was very happy, jumping and laughing excitedly like a little girl. I placed the draft on her table, explained my approach to writing the report, and highlighted the parts that praised her work. She sat beside me, listening quietly as I explained, her large eyes filled with gentle warmth. By the time I finished, it was already 10 p.m.

She asked me, "What are we going to do tonight? The train is at 5 a.m. tomorrow; where will we stay?" I said I'd go back to the train station now and catch my train tomorrow morning. She firmly disagreed, saying I had to go back to her house to stay. After some arguing, I agreed.

She started tidying up the documents in the consultation room. I watched her; she was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and skirt today, her high breasts quite noticeable behind the shirt. After she finished tidying up, she went to turn off the light, and I followed behind her. After she turned off the light, I suddenly hugged her. She seemed prepared and turned around to hug me tightly.

After a passionate kiss, my hand went straight into her bra.

This time she didn't resist but let me knead her breasts. I started unbuttoning her shirt, and she said softly, "Don't do this, this is an office, it's not appropriate..." but she didn't stop me, half-heartedly letting me take off her shirt.

I put her shirt on the table, and now she was standing in front of me wearing only a bra, her arms crossed in front of her chest as if out of shyness. I removed her arms from her chest, and she lowered her head shyly. I started to untie her bra strap, but I couldn't get it off no matter what I did; in the end, she untied it herself.

After her bra was removed, her two full, white breasts stood proudly before me. It was the first time I'd seen a young woman's breasts so openly exposed, and my throat went dry. Years of pent-up desire erupted, making it hard to breathe. I swallowed, leaned down, and cupped her right breast in my hands. Her breast was well-shaped, white, and round, about half the size of a watermelon.

"Sweetheart, your breasts are so big!"

I whispered.

"Yes, when I shower with other women, they say they're nice here too," she replied softly.

In the outdoor light, her breasts were as white as jade, but the areolas were a deep, large color. The nipples of the women I'd seen in pictures on websites were red, but hers were purplish-black, round and erect on her breasts. The contrast between her white breasts and purplish-black nipples was incredibly stimulating.

I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, while simultaneously kneading her entire breast with both hands. As I suckled and caressed her, her breathing became rapid, and she held my head tightly.

After suckling her right breast for a while, I started suckling her left breast, but this time I pinched her right nipple with one hand and rubbed her left breast with the other, while sucking and kissing her left nipple.

"Ah..."

she let out a low moan. I started moving downwards, taking off her skirt and placing it on the table.

"Don't do this!"

she whispered, her legs tightly pressed together. At the same time, she gripped her only piece of clothing, her panties, tightly.

I touched her legs from below, the stimulation from her fair thighs making my head buzz. I suddenly picked her up and laid her on her back on the table, with her clothes underneath her. She was compliant and made no further resistance, but her hands were still tightly gripping her panties, so I didn't take them off.

After spreading her legs, I buried my head between them, and I could see her dark pubic hair through her panties. A surge of urge made me unable to resist pulling aside the part of her panties that covered her private parts.

"Ah!"

She tried to cover herself with her hands, but I blocked her way, and the most mysterious part of her body was finally exposed to me. I desperately wanted to know if she was a virgin, but I had absolutely no experience with girls before her and didn't know how to tell if someone was a virgin. The room was dimly lit, and I could only see that her labia were quite thick, turned outwards from the middle of her vulva, and curled irregularly. They were a particularly dark color, and a pool of glistening fluid had accumulated at the bottom where they met.

Was this a virgin's vulva?

My heart was pounding. This was a scene I had dreamed of for a long time—kissing the most private part of the woman I loved. I lowered my head and pressed my lips to her exposed labia. Like a kiss, I slipped my tongue between her labia. Her moans grew louder, and she twisted her waist incessantly. The fluid seeping from her vulva flowed into my mouth, tasting fishy and slightly sour.

After kissing her for a while, I put her down. I held her in my arms, and she breathed softly, her body already covered in sweat.

I felt tense all over, wondering what to do next. She said softly, "Let's go home first. This is the clinic; I'm a little scared." She seemed so shy now. I thought she probably hadn't really done it before, just like me. I love her, and I can't let her worry or be afraid, because she's my heart and soul. Thinking of this, I nodded, let go of her, and helped her get dressed. It was almost 11 o'clock.

Outside the hospital, the night was deep. We hailed a taxi. She clung tightly to me, and we quickly arrived at her apartment building. On the stairs, I hugged her again, kissing her while caressing her breasts. Her eyes were closed, and I felt our hearts merging. I felt she already belonged to me.

She whispered to me, "You know what? I'm so happy today." My heart was still pounding. From now on, I would treat her well. After a while, we went upstairs.

After entering the room, she explained to her mother that I had to catch a train the next morning and would be staying there tonight. Her mother seemed very happy and busied herself pouring water for me. After chatting for a while, her mother tidied her room and prepared bedding for me. Since it was quite late, her mother went to rest first, leaving just the two of us in the room.

An orange lamp was on, and she rested her head in my arms, softly saying,

"How will I ever see you again..."

I said, "Sweetheart, don't be shy. From now on, I will love you forever." She murmured, hugging me tightly. The orange light shone on both of us and onto the ceiling, filling her little room with warm light. After a long while, I said to her,

"Get some rest, you have to go to work tomorrow morning." "

Okay, I'll get some rest then..."

she said, reluctantly leaving the room.

The light was turned off, and the room became dark. Starlight streamed in from the window, dappling the floor above the bed. I lay on the bed, covered with the blanket that still carried the scent of a young girl. The night was quiet, but my mind was still preoccupied with what had happened at the hospital. I felt a mix of joy and excitement, her full breasts and dark labia seemingly flashing before my eyes.

Was this my girlfriend's body? She now held endless allure and anticipation for me. When I first held her hand and walked down the street, I never imagined such intimacy. While excited, seeing her mother tidying my room filled me with a guilty feeling. What would happen next time?

Lost in thought, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

(III) The Encounter

The next day, I returned on time. Although the day was tiring, just thinking of her made me want evening to come so I could talk to her more. Finally back at the hotel, I dialed her number.

"Are you tired today?"

she asked with concern.

"Not bad, darling, did you miss me?"

I began to tease her.

"Hmm."

"You looked so beautiful last night. Would you like to be with me?"

She paused suddenly and said, "Yes... Do you think I'm really good?" "I want to marry you, is that okay?"

...

She hesitated for a moment and said, "There's something I want to tell you. Can you accept it?" "Of course, I'll accept anything you say."

"Then I'll tell you when you get back."

"Hehe, what's going on? Why are you being so mysterious? Did you pass the evaluation and get promoted?"

"Not yet. They just praised me today. I'll have to wait for the official documents to come down before I know." "Was my report good?" "

They all said it was good.

" "Of course, it's my masterpiece!"

"Stop bragging! Hehe..." She laughed.

"Sweetheart, what did it feel like when we kissed?"

"So embarrassing! How could you be so lewd?"

"Hehe, how was the touching?"

"I'm not talking to you anymore, it's too lewd!"

"Sweetheart, I love you, I truly love you!"

"I know..."

Her voice was sweet and seductive, seemingly somewhat intoxicated. I wanted to strike while the iron was hot.

"Sweetheart, give me your virginity."

"I..."

Her voice suddenly hesitated.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to?"

"No, no, but..."

It seemed she needed comforting.

"I promise I'll marry you!"

"No, no..."

She paused, seemingly considering something.

"Don't worry, I'm willing to take care of you, willing to love you forever, willing to spend my whole life with you." "I love you too, but... but I'm not anymore..."

she murmured.

My heart skipped a beat. This was truly unexpected. I couldn't imagine that someone as shy as her wouldn't be a virgin. We'd been together for so long, and I always thought she was quiet and dignified. How could this be?

"No way?"

"It's true, I'm telling you the truth. Don't talk to me anymore. I'm not as good as you think..." Her voice began to choke.

Hearing her sobs, the words "I'm willing to be with you forever" suddenly echoed in my heart—the promise I had once made to her.

"Sweetheart, don't cry, okay?"

"Don't call me sweetheart anymore, I don't deserve it. Abandon me!"

No, that's not something I can do. You will always be my sweetheart. Would I abandon you just because you're not a virgin? I just wasn't prepared, I just felt a little resentful.

"I won't. I think you're good. Actually, I don't really care... as long as you truly love me.

But can you tell me about the past?"

She was still sobbing, but she still told me about her first time.

It was three years before she met me. She was just 19 years old and had just started working. She met a guy from another city. He was nice to her, but her parents objected, thinking he was unreliable. But she thought he was nice, so she insisted on seeing him. Her father even beat her for it. Later, he took her to a relative's house, and that's how she lost her virginity.

"I was so stupid, so stupid..."

she cried. Don't cry, my beloved girl. Does a person have to pay the price again and again for a moment of impulse?

"Don't be sad. I think as long as we truly love each other, it's nothing. So why did you break up later?" I asked.

She said haltingly that later she discovered this guy had many flaws. He liked money and always liked to brag to her about how much he made in the stock market. He also liked to associate with people she didn't like. The two often argued, so she eventually broke up with him.

"Do you still hear from him?"

"No, absolutely not! Why would I contact him? All he cares about is making money!" she said firmly, the coldness in her tone startling me. I'm very perceptive of other people's thoughts and can often sense what they're thinking. It seemed she had no feelings for him anymore.

I thought to myself, no matter what, he was the first man you gave your heart to. No matter what, you shouldn't be so heartless towards him. Besides, judging from the flaws she mentioned, they weren't really that big of a problem. If he truly loved you, what couldn't be forgiven? This wasn't like the sweetheart I had in my heart. I suddenly wondered if I would be described to others in the same way in the future?

This thought flashed through my mind and then disappeared. I continued to comfort her gently, and gradually, she stopped crying. We were back in love.

A month later, I finally returned. Stepping onto the land where my beloved lives again filled me with an overwhelming sense of familiarity. At the same time, my eagerness to see her led me straight to her workplace. She was standing at the hospital entrance waiting for me, holding a small basket and wearing a red skirt. Seeing me wave, she ran towards me, and I took her hand. It had been so long since I'd seen her; her hand was warm and comforting, stirring a surge of desire within me.

She had just washed her hair; her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the gentle breeze accentuated her fair complexion, making her look incredibly alluring. I couldn't help but hug her tightly.

"Where are we going?"

she asked gently, waving her arms and pointing to the basket.

"I'm off today, let's go to the park up ahead."

"Okay, let's go!"

I said, taking her hand and leading her towards the bus stop.

Once on the bus, she pointed out the buildings to me.

She had grown up here, initially living with her grandmother near the park. Perhaps the environment here stirred up childhood memories for her; she was in high spirits as she walked through the park. Unlike the bustling parks in the city, this place was quiet, with a gentle murmur of water in the woods. We spread a picnic blanket beside a small tree on a grassy area.

I sat down and read her a passage from a book I had brought, "Stories from the Bible."

"Abraham and his family left Somma. He remembered God's teachings and kept moving forward, never looking back.

But the wife of one of his relatives couldn't help but look back. In the direction of Somma, a white light was shooting into the sky, and she instantly turned into a wax figure..."

Birds sang in the branches of the small tree, seemingly indifferent to the destruction of Somma, while she stood leaning against the branch, listening intently.

"And then?"

she asked with concern.

"Black."

I sat on the ground, smiling wickedly.

"What black?"

she looked at me, puzzled.

I jumped up from the ground, hugged her, and whispered in her ear, "Inside your panties." "Ah, you're so horny!"

Her face flushed red; she realized I'd been secretly peeping under her skirt while I was studying.

"I'm the pervert you've been talking about!"

I said fiercely, my hand already under her skirt, touching her smooth thigh. Ever since I found out she wasn't a virgin, and with hardly anyone around, I'd found myself becoming much bolder. Her breathing quickened, and she closed her eyes.

"Auntie, your skirt fell down!"

A little boy, about four or five years old, appeared out of nowhere and kindly reminded her.

"Ah!"

Her face turned bright red with embarrassment, and she hurriedly tidied her clothes that I had messed up. The child ran away.

I also felt very embarrassed, so I whispered in her ear, "Let's go to the movie theater." After leaving the park, we took a car to the movie theater. Once inside the box, I quickly embraced her, and she brought her lips to mine. I kissed her greedily, while simultaneously slipping my hand inside her panties. Circling around that dense thicket, I discovered that her panties were already quite wet.

I inserted my fingers into her warm opening and gently moved them up and down. The shyness that my darling had previously shown was gone. She hugged me, pressing her breasts tightly against my chest, constantly twisting her waist, and breathing heavily. I simply pulled down her panties, let her lean back in the chair, and leaned down to kiss her secret garden.

The lights in the movie theater were even dimmer than in her office that day, and the chairs in the private box blocked out the light, so I still couldn't see her lower body very clearly. I just kept sticking my tongue into her opening, exploring that woman's secret, and she moaned softly. I didn't let her go until the movie ended and the lights came on.

When we came out of the movie theater, she leaned weakly against me, seemingly without any strength left. But I felt unsatisfied and said to her,

"Let's go to my place first, you haven't been there yet." "

Is anyone home? It's so embarrassing to go to your parents looking like this." "Don't worry, it's just me and my brother living here now, he's at work." She knew what I was going to do, but she didn't object. We took a taxi, and soon we arrived at my place. I pulled her into my room.

My room was empty, with only a few simple pieces of furniture. I had just bought this house recently, and my parents hadn't moved in yet. I pulled her to the bed. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck, and I pushed her down onto the bed.

"Let me take a good look at you, okay?"

I asked her softly.

"Look, I'm yours now..."

Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, and she closed her eyes.

I took off her skirt, then her panties, but not her top. Now, she lay naked on the bed, her navel round on her fair belly, and a thick patch of pubic hair at the bottom of her slightly bulging abdomen, which looked striking against her white thighs. Looking at this beautiful woman on the bed, my desire surged like a wild horse. The room was brightly lit, and I spread her legs again, revealing her vulva in full detail.

Her buttocks were round and white, with thick black pubic hair between the two round white buttocks. The pubic hair grew from above her vulva, extending downwards along the outer edge of her labia, all the way to the area around her anus. The entire vulva bulged high in the middle of her buttocks, with black labia in the center. The inner walls of her labia near the vaginal opening were dark purple, turning dark black further out. This darker part of the labia, though thick, was turned upside down, with messy, curled edges that couldn't conceal the vaginal opening. Perhaps due to the intense stimulation in the movie theater, her perineum, anus, and surrounding pubic hair were covered in a white fluid.

I couldn't control myself any longer. I first licked her left labia, then her right, sucking them out with my mouth each time, then straightening the curled edges with my lips before inserting my tongue directly into her vagina.

This kiss was incredibly stimulating; her waist arched upwards repeatedly, her buttocks twisted violently, and she moaned excitedly. After kissing for a while, I used my hands to pry her labia apart. The purplish-red opening was wide open, constantly pulsating, and the membrane described in books was gone. I really wanted to know what a virgin's vulva looked like, but sadly, I'll never see it again when she was still a virgin.

Just as her vulva was being kissed, I heard the sound of a key turning in the lock outside. I knew it was my brother coming home. She quickly got dressed and told me to close the door. But closing the door would be like admitting guilt, wouldn't it? Luckily, I was still dressed, and I said, "I'll go out first." But she seemed a little flustered, and I was anxious too, but there was no other way, so I went to the living room.

My brother opened the door, saw me standing in the living room, and said,

"You're back from your business trip! That's great! When did you get here?"

I replied casually, hoping my darling would get dressed quickly. My brother noticed there was someone else in my room. "Huh, who else is here?"

My darling ran out, and oh my god, she wasn't wearing shoes! Seeing her standing barefoot on the floor, her face flushed red, I felt both embarrassed and amused.

"Ah, brother, this is the girlfriend you told me about, right?"

She turned around, opened her mouth,

"Um, um... I am!"

I didn't know what to say.

She rushed out of the house, complaining that I hadn't closed the door, then complaining that I didn't know when my family would arrive. Actually, I hadn't expected my brother to get off work early, so I offered a thousand explanations and countless comforts, but then I remembered her standing barefoot in the living room, and I couldn't help but secretly want to laugh.

Finally, I took her home, and breathing in the quiet air, I let out a long sigh. The hustle and bustle of the city had disappeared, and my sweetheart stood quietly by the window of her little house. The summer sun shone through the glass onto her, outlining her thick hair, long eyelashes, delicate nose, round chin, high breasts, and full waist with a golden, exquisite curve.

I longed to spend more time with her, but the clock already struck 6 o'clock, and her mother was about to take the bus home. I felt it wouldn't be right for us to be alone in the room without her knowing beforehand, so I got up to say goodbye. So much had happened that day, deepening my affection for her. This moment is etched in my heart, and I can still savor that blissful feeling now.

(IV) Promise

Saturday arrived quickly, and we agreed to meet at her house. After exchanging pleasantries with the elders, her mother asked me to treat her house as my own and not to always rush back so late, then return the next day to see her daughter.

I couldn't refuse her kind offer and was very happy.

After chatting for a while, we went out shopping. When we returned, it was already dusk, and her mother had already prepared dinner. Looking at the steaming food on the table, I felt this truly was my home.

After dinner, her uncle called, asking her mother to come over for a visit. Before leaving, her mother reminded us to keep an eye on the house.

It seems her mother no longer treats me like an outsider and trusts me completely. This might be related to the reliable impression I left on her and the nature of my work as a university teacher, but she probably doesn't know what I've already done with her daughter. The room fell silent again, a silence that felt like gunpowder for our pent-up passion. As I pulled her down onto the sofa, she said,

"Let's go to my little room, I'll give you everything..."

We went into her little room without turning on the lights. She gently closed the door, locked it, and drew the curtains. I quietly asked,

"Will Auntie come back suddenly like my brother did?"

"No way, nobody's as unpredictable as your family."

She remembered the awkwardness at my house that time, her face flushed red again, and she kept hitting my chest.

I pulled her into my arms; her body was burning hot. I finally had the chance to be alone with her without worry. As I undressed her, my breath quickened again.

Now she was finally naked on the bed, and as I undressed myself, I felt a pang of embarrassment. After all, I had never been naked in front of any woman since I was a child.

I climbed onto the bed, looking at the woman who was completely naked in front of me for the first time. The dim light shone on her naked body, highlighting her full breasts and white thighs, making her curves incredibly alluring.

"My darling!"

I pressed down on her, embracing her from above. When her hot skin touched mine, I felt my penis harden and erect. She willingly parted her legs, and my penis pressed directly against her vulva. Our lips were pressed tightly together, my tongue invading her mouth, and she responded even more passionately, her body twisting gently, her wet vulva rubbing against me. A strong urge to ejaculate surged through me, making my vision blur. I controlled myself, knowing I had to hold on.

I guided my penis, slowly inserting it into her wet opening. I felt her vagina tightly enveloping my penis; the head of my penis entered without any resistance, until finally, my entire penis was inside her.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing rapid, her arms tightly wrapped around me, her breasts pressed against my chest, her legs wide open, one leg braced against the wall on the inside of the bed.

I began to thrust; her vagina was warm and lubricated, feeling as if a suction force was gripping my penis in waves. After a few thrusts, I felt the urge to ejaculate again. I tried my best to hold back, not wanting it to end so soon. The gripping force inside her vagina seemed to grow stronger and stronger. With each thrust, it felt as if my penis was being tightly gripped from head to toe. The pressure on the head of my penis was so intense that it rubbed against me. I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Ah, my darling..."

My semen gushed into her body. I breathed heavily, covered in sweat.

"My darling, you're mine, you're mine..."

I held her and kissed her.

"I know..."

she said softly, feeling my ejaculation.

"Am I beautiful?"

she asked.

I nodded vigorously, but suddenly felt a sense of unease.

"Darling, did I insert it into the wrong hole?"

"Oh no! How could this be! Ah, it's all coming out!" she cried.

"I need to go to the bathroom!"

With that, she turned and got off the bed, put on her top and skirt, opened the door, and ran into the bathroom. After a while, she came out and whispered in my ear,

"You shot so much! It's all over your thighs! Feel it, it's all there!" I stammered. For some reason, at that moment, images of girls I had once admired flashed through my mind, their faces rapidly passing through my thoughts. Goodbye, girls I once loved and who loved me. From now on, I will only have my darling. A nameless, faint sorrow, mixed with present happiness, churned within me. I felt a silent sense of loss, accompanying my past desires and present satisfaction—that must be the path of life.

Seeing my sudden silence, my darling seemed surprised, a little angry:

"Oh, why are you like that? I thought you'd be especially happy!" But, darling, do you know, I wasn't unhappy. Perhaps you'll never understand how I felt then. My first time giving myself to you, from this moment on, no matter what you've done before, I'm willing to be with you forever, never to be separated from you. I won't think about other girls anymore. I only want to share happiness and sorrow with you. I gazed at her intently.

"Don't be angry, I love you,"

I whispered in her ear.

She hugged me tightly.

"Will you leave me in the future?"

she murmured.

How could I leave her? She's my heart and soul! She was the first girl to give her body to me.

"I won't leave you. I will love you for the rest of my life."

"Will you say bad things about me in the future?"

"No."

"Will you be mean to me?"

"No."

These words still seem to echo in my ears. Perhaps the passage of time will dilute all passion, but my promises still resonate in my heart.

(V) Desire

The next day, after breakfast, we wanted to go out, but her mother was going to get her hair done, so we stayed home together. As soon as her mother left, she hurriedly unzipped my pants. "I want..."

she said, pulling out my penis and taking it into her mouth. Before this, I was always the one kissing her. I didn't expect her to be so proactive, which made me feel a little embarrassed. But she seemed afraid I wouldn't see her expression, looking at me provocatively while sticking out her tongue and licking the head of my penis in circles, while simultaneously using both hands to grip the base of my penis and vigorously move it up and down.

Her tongue was very long, the tip of it quickly tracing the back of the head of my penis, bringing a feeling of wanting to ejaculate but being unable to, a feeling that I found almost unbearable. After kissing for a while, she tilted her head back

and asked , "Does it feel good?

" "Ah, darling, give it to me!"

I stripped her naked and hugged her from behind

. "Let me see your body from behind,"

I whispered to her.

She nodded, leaned forward, climbed onto the bed, spread her legs, and knelt on the edge of the bed. She placed her hands on the bed, lowered her head and shoulders, and then raised her full buttocks high towards me, a position that exposed her anus and vulva to me.

She did all this with practiced ease, her former girlish shyness completely gone. From behind, her white buttocks appeared round and large, the visual contrast between the thick pubic hair in the middle, her open vulva, and her white buttocks creating an indescribable desire.

I knelt behind her, her anus and vulva now fully exposed. Her two dark labia parted between her pubic hair, revealing a purplish-red vaginal opening. Perhaps due to the previous night's passionate encounter, the wrinkled labia appeared even more disheveled, and their color seemed even darker. The flesh around her anus was slightly everted; although her buttocks were white, the color of her anus was dark purple, contrasting against her two tender white buttocks and thighs, giving one the feeling that only penetration of all her orifices could satisfy.

"Ah, darling, I've seen your body!"

"Is it beautiful?"

she asked, propping herself up and turning her head.

"So exciting..."

I replied, my penis now erect like an iron rod. I slowly slid the head of my penis along her buttocks, past her anus, and down to her vulva. When my penis reached her vagina, I thrust it in with all my might. She groaned loudly; this time, her vulva didn't seem to contract as powerfully as the first time. I only felt my own madness.

I held her buttocks from behind, thrusting repeatedly. Her body swayed with each stroke, her breasts heaving. This time it lasted a long time; half an hour passed and I was still thrusting. My darling's moans grew louder with each penetration. Perhaps it had been too long, for she could no longer support herself; her shoulders were flat on the bed, her breasts pressed against it, only her buttocks remained raised high.

After a long while, I was finally about to ejaculate.

"Can I cum, darling?"

she moaned.

"Ah, don't cum inside, cum outside!"

I obeyed her, and just before climaxing, I withdrew my penis from her vagina. But the feeling was truly unbearable, because I was about to ejaculate. As my penis left her vagina, a thick stream of semen gushed out, all of it landing on her buttocks and back.

"Ah, my darling!"

I cried out to her. The semen sprayed out forcefully, one spurt, two spurts, more than ten spurts before stopping. Meanwhile, Xin'gan was lying on the bed, panting heavily. My semen was all over her buttocks and back, filling the small room with a fishy smell.

I picked her up from the bed, and she turned around and hugged me, pressing her breasts against my chest, still panting. After a while, she raised her head.

"Why did it last so long this time?"

Xin'gan asked.

"I don't know, do you like it lasting longer?"

"I like it, I like it so much..."

she said, grasping my penis with her hand.

"Why is it still so big?"

She bent down and took my penis into her mouth again.

"Ah!"

I couldn't help but cry out, because I had just ejaculated, so it was very sensitive. Her tongue began to move, constantly touching the sensitive glans, and that feeling of excitement spread throughout my body, making me tremble.

"Do you want it again?"

She stopped, took my penis in her hand, and then lay back on the bed, letting me straddle her chest, using her two full breasts to clamp my penis.

Her breasts were warm and soft, completely enveloping my penis.

Then she cupped her breasts with both hands and began to stroke them up and down.

Watching her two full breasts undulate with my penis, I couldn't hold back any longer. The throbbing sensation of ejaculation gave me an unparalleled excitement, and my semen shot out again, all of it spraying into her tightly closed breasts.

"Do you like this?"

she asked as she got up, wiping the semen off her breasts.

"Ah, I can't take it anymore..."

I answered her breathlessly.

"But I want more!"

she said coquettishly.

"Oh dear, what should I do?"

Hearing her say that, I was really at a loss.

"You kiss me, and I'll kiss you..."

she said, turning around, facing me with her buttocks, spreading her legs and straddling me, so that her buttocks were directly in front of my head.

"Kiss me..."

she murmured, then lowered her head and took my penis into her mouth.

I'd only ever secretly dreamt of this position, imagining myself kissing a beautiful woman one day. But sometimes I felt those thoughts were a bit much. Now that my darling had taken the initiative, desire surged through me again. I held her full buttocks, my tongue frantically licking her vulva. At the same time, my previously limp penis hardened again under the influence of her soft tongue.

"Ah, it's erect again, get ready..."

my darling said, her mouth, still holding my penis, moving up and down rapidly. I felt her tongue rotating, but at a different angle than before. I didn't know how she did it, only that an unprecedented pleasure spread from the glans of my penis throughout my body. But rather than pleasure, it was more like an unsatisfying urge to penetrate. As her tongue stirred, this feeling gradually turned into a frenzied agony, making my whole body tremble, and I couldn't even continue kissing her vulva.

"Ah, darling, don't do this anymore, I really can't take it..." She felt my whole body trembling, let go of me, then turned around, straddled me, and inserted my penis into her vagina. Then she hugged me and began to rock her hips back and forth... "Ah... does this feel better?"

she asked, moaning as she moved.

This position felt different from when she was lying flat or prone. Mainly, her vagina wasn't as tight as the previous two positions, but her hips were circling and twisting, causing my penis to thrust back and forth and side to side inside her vagina. In addition, her breasts were constantly rubbing against my chest, and hearing her rapid moans, it was a different kind of pleasure.

"Ah, darling, darling..."

After moving for a while, her movements became more intense. Each time, she would lift her hips high and then slam them down, her plump white buttocks hitting my thighs with a "slap slap" sound.

Her movements were perfectly timed; each time she lifted her hips, the height was just right, leaving the glans of my penis and her vulva in a state of near-miss; and when she thrust her hips down quickly, the glans of my penis could just push open her labia and enter her vagina, making an obscene "plop" sound each time.

"Is it exciting?"

she asked, swaying her hips.

"Ah! This is so exciting..."

I responded to her, feeling the fluids from her vulva flowing more and more with each thrust, starting to trickle down my penis and onto my scrotum, making it wet and cool. After a while, her breathing became heavier, and her movements began to slow down; it seemed to be taking a toll on her energy. Her face had turned red, and beads of sweat appeared on her nose and cheeks.

"Are you tired?"

I asked, holding her.

"Ah, ah..."

she gasped, purring softly. After a short rest, she said,

"Let me change positions. Do you like this?"

With that, she spread her legs wide, forming an M shape, her penis still inside her vagina, in a squatting position. She leaned back, grabbing my legs behind her, completely exposing her genitals. Before me was her snow-white lower abdomen, the thick, dark pubic hair extending down to her fair legs, and the black vulva penetrated by my penis. Her buttocks

began to move up and down rapidly again. This position allowed me to clearly see the penis moving her two dark, curly labia in and out of her vagina. Her breasts swayed wildly with the rapid movements of her body, a few strands of long, loose, dark hair falling to her chest, contrasting with her two fair, swaying breasts and the thick, dark pubic hair on her lower abdomen, making her appear extremely wanton.

I cooperated with her, thrusting upwards forcefully as she sat down. Each time, I could feel a small opening pressing against the head of my penis. With each thrust, she screamed; I thought that was her cervix. This sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. More and more fluid seeped from her vagina, until it soaked my entire thigh.

"Ah, ah, ah…"

she moaned, her movements quickening. I knew she was about to climax, so I responded with even greater intensity.

Finally, she collapsed onto my chest, panting heavily, her body trembling.

"Did you climax?" I asked her.

"Mmm,"

she replied, her face flushed and covered in sweat.

"But you haven't ejaculated yet!"

she said.

"Let me insert it a few more times."

"No! It's too sensitive inside, I can't insert it anymore. Let me help you with something else..." As she spoke, she turned around again, her buttocks facing me, and lay on top of me. Her vulva was once again in front of me, the vaginal opening between her two dark labia was now completely open, and white fluid had even covered half of her buttocks. I felt my desire boiling over, and involuntarily hugged her buttocks, my tongue suddenly plunging into her vagina.

"Ah!"

she cried out,

"Be gentle, it's really sensitive, I can't take it..." She twisted her buttocks, and then stroked the penis that had just been pulled out of her vagina.

"You know what? I love it so much, so big, so clean..." she said, taking the penis into her mouth while stroking it up and down with her hand.

As she moved, I kissed her vulva forcefully, and her hands quickened their pace, licking my glans with her tongue. I could no longer resist the forceful sucking of her small mouth that tightly held my glans, and a stream of semen gushed out, my whole body convulsing.

"Ah!"

she cried, spitting out my semen,

"It tastes like tadpoles!"

"Do you like it?"

I asked her.

"Hmph, I don't like eating them."

"But I love you,"

I told her,

"I really love you, I love everything about you, I love everything about you." I murmured, the continuous ejaculation making my body feel weak, my eyelids heavy.

"Don't fall asleep,"

she reminded me,

"Hurry up and take a shower and get dressed, Mom will be back at noon." "If Auntie comes back now, she'll definitely know we've been up to no good." "She won't be able to tell after the shower." "

Then I want to take a bath together..."

"You're a real pervert reincarnated!"

she giggled, and I suddenly picked her up, she screamed, and I carried her into the bathroom.

After our bath together, she knelt down, looking at my now limp penis. "Can it get hard again?"

"I'm afraid it'll take a while."

"Then I'll test how long it takes."

A little while later, I'd understand how she tested it.

After the bath, we sat on the living room sofa watching TV, but after a while, she slipped under me, unzipped my pants, and started kissing and sucking my penis. I felt very nervous because if her mother came back at that moment, I wouldn't have time to get ready.

"Sweetheart, don't do this! Auntie will be back soon, we'll be late!" "No! I want to kiss you! I want to kiss you!"

With her little mouth sucking hard, slowly, my penis got hard again.

"Ah, it got hard so quickly, you're such a pervert!"

she said, hugging me tightly again...

Soon it was Monday morning. Sweetheart's mother usually got up very early because she had to catch the 6 o'clock bus to work. I was still fast asleep when I was suddenly awakened by the sound of the door opening. I thought it was her mother coming to get something. I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Footsteps approached the bedside, and I suddenly felt a soft, warm breast press against my face. I opened my eyes abruptly and saw my darling standing by the bed, wearing only a nightgown, which she had rolled up to her chest, revealing her two white breasts.

I tried to get up, but she held my head and put her nipple in my mouth.

"Shh...don't talk, the door's locked. I love it when you kiss me here..." she whispered, pressing her entire breast tightly against my face. I sucked the nipple completely in, then used my tongue to tease the erect head. With each kiss, she moaned softly. I sucked on her breast, then pulled her onto the bed, embracing her tightly. Her round, hot body aroused my desire again, and she pulled off my underwear, one hand stroking my penis.

After sucking on both nipples, I pressed her down beneath me. She released her grip on my penis, hugged me tightly, and spread her legs wide. I followed the fluid flowing from her vagina and thrust into her. This time, I felt that tightness in her vagina again. My penis throbbed inside her, and she moaned softly.

"Sweetheart, I'm going to cum!"

"Don't cum inside!"

she warned.

Just as the throbbing sensation was about to occur, I pulled my penis out of her vagina again. But after pulling it out, the urge to ejaculate disappeared. I couldn't resist. Looking at her voluptuous waist, I couldn't help but rub my penis up her body. When I passed her navel, I rubbed the head of my penis against it. She giggled softly,

"You won't even leave this hole alone? Put it here..." she said, opening her mouth.

"Can I put it in? The taste of semen is quite nice."

"Mmm, I want it!"

she said, opening her mouth and taking my penis in, her tongue circling and licking the glans, while she held my buttocks. As my penis slowly went deeper into her mouth, she held me tighter and tighter, until the entire penis, all the way to the base

, was inside her. When I felt the glans touch her throat, I started to thrust, but she held me tightly, allowing me only to move back and forth slightly. When I thrust deeper, she held me tightly, tilting her head back to help me penetrate even deeper. Following the tilt of her head, I thrust in as hard as I could, feeling the glans being pressed and rubbed against the tender flesh of her throat, just like the feeling of penetrating her uterus yesterday. After only a few thrusts, I felt myself about to ejaculate and tried to pull my penis out, but she held me even tighter, making it impossible for me to pull out. All the semen shot out into her throat.

"Ugh, ugh..."

she groaned softly, waiting until long after I ejaculated before letting go and allowing me to pull my penis out of her mouth. The purple glans emerged from her throat, bringing with it a long trail of sticky fluid, the other end of which clung to her lips, looking incredibly lewd.

"Sweetheart, didn't you dislike semen? Why did you ejaculate inside?" I asked her breathlessly, somewhat puzzled.

"Look..."

she opened her mouth wide, but there was no semen on her tongue.

"Where's the semen?" I asked her.

"It went in so deep, it even shot into her stomach!" she whispered, nestled in my arms.

"What if a patient comes to me for a checkup today and I smell like tadpoles?" I laughed. "It's okay, just say I did it this morning!"

"Ah! You're so mean!" she punched me.

(VI) The Secret

This Monday morning was really busy. After making love with my sweetheart, I had to rush to work.

Looking at the morning sun and the hurried flow of people, I really didn't want to leave that warm little bed. My beloved woman was on that bed, and I wanted to be with her all the time. But what could I do? People always have other things to do.

When I got to work, I climbed the stairs step by step, feeling a little sore and weak. Thinking about the past two days with my sweetheart, we had made love almost every opportunity. Although my sweetheart seemed dignified and quiet, it was hard to imagine that she had such a strong desire. All day long, I couldn't concentrate on anything else. My mind was filled with images of my sweetheart's plump, white buttocks and her full breasts swaying during sex. I longed to be with her as soon as possible.

Finally, the weekend arrived. Just before I was about to leave work, my sweetheart called and asked me to go shopping with her.

Sitting in the taxi, thinking about being with her again, my heart pounded. When we arrived at the hospital, because I had spent over an hour on the road, all her colleagues had already left. She was alone in the examination room. I hugged her tightly. "I missed you, I missed you!" I told her.

"It's only been a week and it's already like this..." she said coquettishly.

I kissed her lips, stopping her from continuing.

"Mmm..." Her tongue was captured in my mouth, and we held each other tightly, kissing passionately.

My hands began to undress her.

"Don't be so hasty! The door isn't even locked!" She pushed me away, ran to the door, and locked it from the inside.

"If someone comes back and sees us like this, it'll be hospital news." "Sweetheart, you smell so good!"

"I just took a shower..." she said softly.

I started to undress her, and she squirmed. "No! Not here, this is a place for medical treatment, isn't it?"

"But sweetheart, I want it so badly." I held her tightly, not letting her leave.

"Then kiss me, we'll go outside later, okay?" she said.

Thinking that this was the first place I saw her secret body, I felt that same urge again. I hugged her from the side, one hand touching her breasts, the other hand reaching into her pants, touching her buttocks.

"Sweetheart, I love you so much..."

My hand wandered over her buttocks, gradually reaching between her full, round buttocks. When it passed her anus, a sudden desire rose within me.

I took off her top, peeled off her bra, and my sweetheart's two full breasts sprang out from her chest.

I took her erect nipple into my mouth, while one hand reached under her lower abdomen to touch her vulva, and the other hand massaged her buttocks from behind.

"Help me take off my pants..." Xin Gan moaned.

I pulled down her pants, and now she was completely naked.

Xin Gan knelt down, and she pulled down my pants. When my penis was erect in front of her, she immediately grasped it and greedily sucked on the glans that was exposed from the foreskin.

After kissing my penis for a while, she hugged me, rubbed her breasts against my body, and stood up. Then she helped me take off my shirt, and her naked body was tightly pressed against mine.

I took the opportunity to hold her buttocks tightly, pressing my penis against her lower abdomen, while spreading her buttocks apart and rubbing them vigorously. Xin Gan seemed to enjoy this caressing; she hugged me tightly and forcefully thrust her tongue into my mouth.

"Do you like that position?" she asked.

"I like the way you lie face down with your butt sticking out."

"You're so naughty!" she giggled. "But that position looks like a little animal..." "But I really like it because it's so clear from behind." "I'll show you right now."

In the center of the examination room was a large table big enough for two people to lie across. Xin'gan climbed onto the table, her round buttocks sticking out as she lay face down on it. She spread her legs wide and lewdly, and between her legs, you could see her two large, full breasts hanging in front of her chest; and between her two white buttocks were her anus and vulva.

The distance between her anus and vulva was very close, and below her anus were two curled black labia. The tender flesh at the opening of Xin'gan's anus protruded outward in a ring, the protruding part was a deep purple color, and the area around the anus was dark purple folds, the entire anus in the middle of her white buttocks looked like a chrysanthemum with a conspicuous purple stamen.

"Sweetheart, has this been used before?"

"Ah, don't ask!"

"Is she mine alone?"

"Yes, she's yours!"

she moaned.

I started kissing her anus, licking the tender flesh protruding from it with my tongue, while inserting my fingers into her vagina, gently moving them in and out.

"Ah!..." The stimulation from both holes made her cry out involuntarily, her buttocks twisting and turning, a large amount of fluid flowing from her vagina, making a "plop plop" sound as my fingers moved in and out of her vagina. After kissing for a while, I pulled my fingers out of her vagina, then gently placed them on her anus. Using her vaginal fluid, I slowly inserted one finger into her anus.

After the first knuckle of my finger entered my sweetheart's anus, I felt a ring of muscle gripping my finger. Looking at the naked woman with her buttocks sticking out, a man's finger inserted into her anus, I felt incredibly stimulated. I pushed my finger forward forcefully, the entire finger completely disappearing into her anus. This was the first time I'd inserted my finger into a girl's anus, and my whole hand trembled uncontrollably as my finger quivered inside her warm anus.

I held my breath and began to stir my finger inside Xin Gan's anus. "Ah..." Xin Gan moaned as my finger stirred inside her anus, her hips twisting uncontrollably, and more fluid flowed from her vulva, even running down her thighs.

"Xin Gan, do you like this?" I asked her.

"It's so stimulating! My finger is trembling inside! I love how you love me," she said.

"Xin Gan, what does it feel like in the front hole?"

"She's jealous!"

"Why?"

"Because she wants it too..." she answered with a moan.

"Then how can I satisfy her?"

"Put it in..."

"Isn't it not possible now?"

"Ah, I can't take it anymore..." she said, reaching one hand under her body to her vulva, spreading her dark labia with her fingers. "Put it in!" she moaned.

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